#and helped me come closer to accepting how I look and innocently falling in love with myself

[fantasticnerdluminary]

Why are you so HOT to others?

𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮

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ᴘɪʟᴇs -> 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Group 1

You are admired by many people because no matter how much you are falling, how deep you hit the rock bottom you come back with so much power. You glow like burning sun. You may not open up easily to others. You look so mysterious to others. Everybody want to know about you and everything about you but you intimidate others. Your cold resting bitch face looks so sexy on you. It's like you would just attack anyone who would do wrong to you but the truth is you don't want to hurt others. You are so soft and people that are closer to you know this.

They sometimes think how can someone be so tough on outside but so soft and caring on outside. You are so attractive and likable to others. You are like the airport crush, whoever sees you instantly fall in love with you. You are so strong enough though if anyone walks all over you (you don't allow it I know) you would be ready to grow up much more. You are like "You did this to me, Ok, now just wait and watch what I'll do to you." You are so cool damn, Can I get your number?!?! Please 🥺

You maybe young but you are much mature than other person of your age. You may like to dress up like an emo girl/boy or tomboy/tomgirl maybe. It looks so good on you. Your fashion sense is on other level. You can't tolerate injustice. You are the friend who would stand up for them no matter them. You take care of your body and health. You are like home to others. They feel safe around you. You may be falling deeper and deeper but you still seem confident and sexy as f*ck ever. You inspire so many people. You may have big brown eyes. Your hair is so nice maybe they are thick and brown in colour. You should know your existence what they envy :")

Group 11

You may attract many people around you whether it maybe of same gender or opposite gender and you don't realise this. You may have some body positivity issue, you may have a little bit hard time accepting your body as it is but let me tell you something what you are afraid of is the most lovely thing you'll ever have. People love your appearance (your big heart too) because it makes you, you. You may love kids and animals. You somehow look innocent and cute. You may dress sexy but still you end up looking cute, don't be mad at me I can't help it but you are really really cute.

Your smile is something is to die for. You may be a bit shy in front of others and camera too but you are photogenic. You are reserved (that's why I am having a hard time channeling your energy) You want to be loved but you don't know how much love you hold for yourself. You should dive deep into yourself. A whole new world is waiting for you inside you and outside too. Be ready for it. I feel many people are going to choose this group.

You may have evolve very much mentally and physically and your transformation is amazing. Everyone is amazed that this side of you existed within you. You may have become a bit more outgoing and people approach you because you are easygoing and easy to talk to. You hate small talks. Your hair is part of admiration too, you may like to take care of apperance very much. You love your people and that's what makes you special. You are protective of your loved ones. You are like the feeling of butterflies in stomach because you are special to all of them.

Group 111

This group is insane, you are full of talents and intelligence. You may have bullied for this though. I am so sorry if you have to go through something like this. But your energy is like anyone can fall for it. Your manifestation power is on its peak. You think about something and the next moment it's in front of your eyes. You are the mom of your group and everybody loves to listen to you. Your voice is a bit raspy and soothing at the same time, like the ones you listen in asmr.

Not even an insect wants to hurt you. You are really like a glass and no one wants to shatter into pieces but this also attracts some envious people who wants to dim your dazzling light. Dazzling......dazzling is what you are. You are the brightest light who can blind others. You should love yourself more, okay. The best love is self-love and you need to do more of it. You should protect your energy more.

You are really an amazing person, your soul is so pure and innocent. You are a kind person who loves to help other person, the sunshine type of a person. You make other's gloomy day bright. People are lucky to meet you. You may have been judged a lot based on your appearance but it's not true. You know yourself better, the best. You are doing great by just being you, shining your light on others too

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[meowmeow-motherfucker]

Covenant- Chapter 7

Summary: With the five year anniversary of the attack on New York approaching, Odin and Fury come to the agreement that an arranged marriage between Asgard and Earth would show good faith toward all future interactions. When Odin refuses Jane’s candidacy, Agent Coulson is tasked with finding a suitable wife for the prince of Asgard.

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Chapter warnings: Claire being a badass, imposter syndrome, mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff, feelings, FIRST KISS!! There's also vague mentions of the former laughingstock of a US president (if you know, you know). He is not mentioned by name because I refuse to put his name in any of my work, but he is his usual "charming" self and no one likes him. All opinions spoken by Claire and Loki are my opinions and also fact, but I'm not trying to end up on an FBI watch list so take everything with a grain of salt. Also, do not come at me with political commentary, I'm literally just trying to have a good time and write y'all an entertaining story.

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51197938/chapters/129363727

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Four days until the wedding

The next morning, Claire was hating life. The mead, like the wine, was delicious, but good grief did it pack a punch. Claire trudged her way to the bathroom, barely keeping her eyes open as Ragna helped her clean up and dress, and would have flopped on the couch if not for the nausea.

Instead, she was doing her best impression of a corpse until she had no choice but to leave in order to get breakfast.

Loki was already there when she dragged her sorry ass into the great hall, giving her a knowing smile when she dropped into her seat beside him.

“I did warn you-”

“Don’t-” Claire grimaced, waving his smug face away. Her head began to throb from the loud commotion in the great hall, and she cradled her head, her eyes falling closed in relief. “Oh god, I’m gonna die.”

“You won’t die,” Loki chuckled as he flagged down a servant to bring her wine. “Have some wine, it will help.”

“Not if I barf it up!” Claire whined.

“Humor me, won’t you?”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it for you,” Claire accepted the wine and swallowed a mouthful, groaning as her stomach complained loudly. “Are you sure I won’t die?”

“Positive,” Loki replied. “You need a good meal, and some scandalous gossip.”

“Oh my, is it about the prince and the soon-to-be princess who escaped the palace and spent the night drinking in a seedy bar?”

“Slightly more scandalous, which is truly saying something,” Loki snickered. “Have you seen Fandral today?” he muttered as he jutted his chin toward the other side of the great hall. “He’s acting...stranger than usual.”

“Is he?” Claire replied innocently as she glanced over at the man in question. To her delight, the arrogant man was squirming in his seat to the point his companions were all eyeing him warily. Even in her pitiful hungover state, she could tell what happening. “Interesting.”

“It’s as if...I couldn’t possibly speak of it- it’s inappropriate.”

“Tell me anyway,” Claire inched closer to Loki, hoping he would share whatever he was thinking. “You know I don’t care about propriety.” Loki patted her hand fondly. How could he forget?

“He’s behaving as though he’s picked up a disease,” he shook his head. “One obtained through...questionable behavior.” Claire gasped dramatically, leaning even closer.

“Surely you don’t mean…” she trailed off, resting her hand on his arm as they shared a meaningful glance. “Oh dear,” she said with false concern. “I hope he’ll be able to recover.”

“What have you done?” Loki asked without ire, looking at her expectantly.

“Me?” Claire balked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m certain you don’t,” Loki said casually, taking a sip of his wine as they watched Fandral squirm, now fidgeting so hard that his chair scraped loudly on the stone floor with each movement. It was causing quite a stir, and drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the great hall. “Oh dear.”

“Poor guy must be itching for relief.” Claire snickered at her private joke.

“I knew it,” Loki chuckled. “What did you do?”

“I might have snuck itching powder into his clothes,” Claire admitted from behind her goblet. “I forgot to tell you about it last night.”

“When did you do this?”

“Yesterday afternoon,” Claire replied guiltily. “I had some unsupervised free time and I used it to sneak into his rooms. Don’t look at me like that; it’s not my fault his staff just let me walk in.”

“That is quite devious of you, darling, but was it worth it?” His ridiculous question was punctuated by Fandral dropping his mead to grip the underside of his chair with both hands, now wiggling from side to side as he grew increasingly panicked.

“Of course it was worth it; look at his face!” Claire cackled behind her goblet. “Besides, his constant man-whoring is annoying. Did you know he’s slept with every one of my staff, apart from Ragna? Not that I blame them; who hasn’t fallen for a guy like that? Maybe now he’ll act like less of a lech,” her lip curled in disgust as Fandral began actively itching his privates. “Or not.”

“Color me impressed. Well done,” Loki murmured as a frantic Fandral scurried from the great hall, his body contorting in an odd dance as he itched himself all the way to the door and presumably beyond. “Perhaps it was a bit harsh.”

“He deserves it,” Claire tucked into her breakfast without remorse. “Especially with the way he treats you.”

“You did this for me?” Loki asked in surprise. “My lady, I am touched.”

“You’re welcome,” Claire nodded, drinking deeply from her wine. “I’ll teach that prick to mess with my man.” she grumbled to herself. Loki grinned, warmed by the sentiment. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Eating with one hand was a challenge, but Loki found he couldn’t be bothered to let go of Claire’s hand. And if he used his seidr to soothe her hangover, it was really no one’s business but his own.

~~~~

Frigga was convinced that something secretive was going on between Claire and Loki. Claire had improved significantly in her daily lessons over the last several days, and during her appointments with the couple, Frigga had noticed their behavior toward each other had changed. They still argued from time to time, but there was an undercurrent to their interactions that hadn't been there before. As if the pair knew secrets no one else in the universe was party to. Frigga had been a mother long enough to know when something was going on under her nose. Something was going on, but for the sake of her son and the bond she could see growing day by day, she couldn't (and wouldn't) prove anything. With barely a week left before their wedding, the stakes were higher than ever.

She just hoped they were being smart.

Across the palace, Claire and Loki were embroiled in a heated argument in her chambers. Loki's top hat game piece had just landed on New York Avenue, which Claire owned, and upon which she had built four hotels. The commoner had bankrupted the prince.

“How. Dare. You. Madam,” Loki hissed as he was forced to surrender his properties one by one to her pile. “You tricked me, you sly little-” he growled as he then forked over a rainbow of colored bills. Claire cackled, counting the money before sorting it into the piles in front of her. The piles in front of Loki had dwindled to nothing thanks to Claire's construction efforts, leaving her the victor in his inaugural game of Monopoly.

“I told you to unmortgage your properties when you had the money but noooooo, you didn’t want to listen!” She said defensively. “Not my fault you're stubborn.”

“What are you talking about, I did exactly as you said!” Loki gestured uselessly to the still mortgaged properties in front of him. Claire laughed heartily, softening his ire. He'd tried everything and she'd slaughtered him. Mercilessly. He admired her ruthlessness, rolling his eyes affably at her smug smile when he collected the dice and handed them to her.

“Wanna play again?” She offered, eyes glinting mischievously as he glared at her.

“Absolutely not,” he laughed. “You'll just bankrupt me again.”

“Well I had fun.” Claire giggled.

“I'm sure you did,” Loki replied. “Tomorrow night I'll bring a game for us to play, and I shall win.”

“It's a date,” Claire grinned. “You probably need to go, don't you?” She asked as she began to gather the game pieces.

“Probably,” Loki said sheepishly, gathering the cards on the board in his large hands. “But I don’t wish to.” Their fingers brushed as she took the cards from him and Claire grinned.

“It's okay to admit you like spending time with me, you know,” she said as she put the cards in the box. “Just sayin'.” She folded the board and put it away, slipping the lid into place.

“I enjoy spending time with you,” Loki chuckled. “Without the crones, preferably.”

“Yeah they need to lighten up,” the couple shared a laugh before Claire jolted. “I have an idea!” She crowed excitedly, jumping up and bounding from the room. Loki was debating whether he should follow her to her bed chamber when she returned with a slim black rectangle. “Have you done a crossword before?”

“A what?”

“Okay, didn't think so,” Claire giggled as she sat beside him on the lounge. Her perfume had faded since their earlier outing, but only slightly. From afar she'd smelled enchanting, but up close her sweet scent was even more potent and made him yearn to reach out and touch her. “This isn't a competitive game, since someone is a sore loser.”

“I am not!” Loki protested lamely. Claire looked at him skeptically, her raised eyebrow making him scoff.

“Okay,” she snickered. “Like you didn’t literally throw a tantrum and call me names.”

“I called you madam; in what realm is that offensive? There are far worse things I could call you.”

“But you didn't.”

“Exactly.” Claire smiled in spite of herself. He was right.

“I think that's possibly the only time I've been called madam by someone who's mad at me. Usually I get called a bitch. Or a cunt. Or a whore.” Loki laughed sharply, immediately schooling his face.

“Apologies,” he said. “I was not expecting-”

“It's okay, I know it's not ladylike, but I ain't a lady.” Claire snickered.

“The men of Midgard do not know how to treat your sex, do they?” Loki asked.

“I would argue men everywhere don't. There are exceptions of course,” Claire hedged when Loki bristled. “But the vast majority? No.”

“That is unfortunate,” Loki murmured. “I shall endeavor to remain in the minority. Now, teach me this new game and defeat me again.”

“You like losing all of a sudden?” Claire teased.

“To you, perhaps,” Loki admitted as Claire opened her crossword app. “I said perhaps!” He added quickly when she laughed at him.

“Don’t worry, mischief, this isn’t that kind of game.” She patted his leg absently, and all of Loki's focus concentrated on that small point of contact. They sat shoulder to shoulder, with their arms pressed together. It would be so easy to lean over and- No! He chastised himself mentally. You have less than a week- surely you can last a week! “Does that make sense?” Damn, he'd missed her explanation while staring at her mouth! What had she said?

“...yes.”

“Lie.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You were staring at me, not the game,” Claire grinned when Loki’s cheeks became pink. “Oh, you’re adorable.” Loki scoffed.

“Madam-”

“Sir?” Claire replied cheekily, her grin blossoming into a wide smile at Loki’s dismay. “Would you like me to explain it again?”

“Yes, but…” Loki chuckled. “Do you know,” he paused before smiling shyly. “I was beginning to think your lips changed color. They've been a different shade each day since you've arrived,” his eyes dipped down to her lush lips. “Yet each night they are the same rosy pink.”

“Well I have to keep you on your toes somehow,” Claire snickered, enjoying the heat in his gaze as he glanced at her mouth. “Would you like to pick tomorrow's color, or should I surprise you?” Loki's brain seemed to stop working for a moment, as he gaped at her open-mouthed. She waited patiently, basking in her victory.

“Green,” he cleared his throat nervously. “Please.” He finally requested.

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” Claire winked at him, already looking forward to knocking him on his ass.

“I have an idea,” Loki said suddenly, changing form as he leapt to his feet. “I’ll return shortly.”

~~~~

Half an hour later, Claire and Loki sat in her chambers embroiled in a battle of wits. Loki had returned with his chess set, challenging her to best him. Claire was aghast to learn it was three-dimensional. She liked Star Trek as much as the next girl, but this was ridiculous. Loki had beaten her in three rapid fire games, and they were now locked in their fourth bout.

“We can stop if you want.” Loki suggested as he waited for her to make a move.

“And let you claim victory again? I don’t think so.” Claire replied stubbornly as her eyes roamed the boards between them.

“Whilst I admire your determination darling, it’s time to admit you’ve been bested,” Loki chuckled. “See here? You are trapped.” he pointed to where his queen had indeed trapped her last lonely knight as he stood in defense of her king.

“I can still win,” Claire doubled down, leaning closer to him. “And when I do, you should kiss me. As a reward.” Loki grinned, wishing he could give her what she wanted.

“Claire, you know we can't.” he said, pulling away from her even though he didn't want to. Claire groaned, rolling her eyes. They’d already broken several rules, what was one more?

“It's a stupid rule.”

“Yes, but it's one we all agreed to-”

“-For the sake of appearances, I know I know. What is it with you princes and having to marry virgins anyway? It's not like sitting on a dick really changes you as a person,” Claire said. “No offense. I'm sure yours is very nice.”

“You'll find out in four days, you impatient creature,” Loki huffed in amusement. “Surely you will survive that long?”

“Fine,” Claire rolled her eyes. “It's still stupid.”

“Yes it is,” Loki replied as Claire yawned. “I should take my leave. Get some sleep, little wife. I shall see you in the morning.”

“I don't think you can call me that yet.” Claire teased.

“We may as well get used to it, don't you think?” Loki asked softly, looking relieved when Claire grinned.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think I can do this?” Claire asked. “I’m almost done with princess lessons, and my head feels like it’s close to bursting with all the shit I have to remember, but that’s just protocol stuff. What about everything else?” The imposter syndrome was hitting really hard and Claire was struggling.

“Such as?”

“I don’t know, meeting foreign politicians, helping orphans...I’m still a little unclear on what exactly I should be doing and I’m kinda freaking out. I can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that less than a week from now, I’m going to be a princess. What am I supposed to do?”

“It will get easier with time.”

“Of course you think that, Loki, you grew up here. I grew up poor in LA. Maybe you’re right and it will get easier, but what about now?” Claire asked. “People aren’t going to want anything to do with me if they think I suck, and let’s face it, I’m good at lots of things but I suck at this! I’m barely even a real adult,” she scoffed as she ranted. “I’m-I am three owls in a trench coat, Loki!”

“You’re what?” Loki looked her over with alarm.

“Ugh, it’s a figure of speech,” Claire groaned. Yet another communication error. “I’m just worried I won’t live up to all the expectations.”

“I understand your concern, but we will work through it together. I meant what I said, Claire. I will not let you fail.” Loki murmured as he leaned closer. Claire swallowed, wondering if he would actually break the rule and kiss her. All this waiting felt like middle school all over again; the anticipation was killing her. At the last second Loki pressed his lips to her forehead, and though it wasn't what she wanted, Claire's insides turned molten and gooey.

“That was rude.”

“Is that why you’re blushing?” Loki laughed as he pulled away, winking at her as he got to his feet.

“Shut up. It's still rude,” Claire grumped. “I’m still sixty percent sure I’m going to crash and burn.”

“I would apologize, but I'm not the least bit sorry,” Loki dodged the pillow she threw at him with a laugh. “You'll have to be faster than that, darling.”

“Get out!” Claire laughed, throwing another pillow at him. He bowed sarcastically before making his way to the door.

“Try not to worry too much. Everything will be fine. I swear it.”

“I’ll try. Now go away, I need my beauty sleep.” Claire threw another pillow at him, giggling when he batted it away.

“Good night.” He smiled as he looked back at her.

“Good night.” Claire smiled back, holding back her girlish squeal until the door closed behind him. She still thought marriage was stupid, but things with Loki were going so well that it gave her hope they would be happy together. And even though she wasn’t fully convinced she’d be a good princess, she trusted Loki when he said he would help her navigate her new role.

Three days until the wedding

The next morning, Loki was distracted as soon as he woke up. He wasn't due to see Claire until the late afternoon, but already he was consumed by thoughts of her. Would she actually wear the green as he'd asked?

Through his council meetings and appointments with the tailor, Loki’s usually sharp mind wandered. He found himself daydreaming of the soft pillow of Claire’s lips, painted in a rainbow of colors, while his fellow council members droned on about taxes and new regulations for businesses.

At long last, after a swift mid-day meal of soup and crusty bread, Loki readied himself for his outing with Claire and hastened to her chambers. Outside the door, he adjusted his leathers and fussed with his hair like a nervous boy.

The crones had arrived before him, to his dismay, but Claire’s personal servant Ragna welcomed him inside.

“My lady will be out momentarily, Your Majesty.” she curtsied as she closed the door behind him.

“I’m here now, Ragna,” Claire announced as she stepped into the room. The crones stepped aside, curtsying low. A beaming smile lit Claire’s face as her eyes landed on him. “Hi.”

It was as if every ounce of breath had left his body. Claire was radiant, draped in a flattering tulle dress. The sweetheart neckline left her shoulders exposed, a quaint gold and emerald necklace gracing her collarbone. Her long dark hair hung in delicate curls, and her hands looked more delicate than usual with the long sleeves of the dress hanging past her wrists. The silver band on her bicep blended almost perfectly with the sheer sleeves.

“Hi.” he managed finally, the fluttering of his hands matching the fluttering in his stomach. Her lips were painted green as promised, light in shade like the kiwi fruit of her home. Loki had never had anything that was truly his, but here she was- claiming him with her jewelry and her lip paint.

“It's poison apple.” Claire said, pulling Loki from his thoughts.

“W-what?” his stammered response gained him another smile.

“My lipstick is called poison apple. You keep looking at it, so I assume you like it. Wanna borrow it?” She winked at him, setting the butterflies into motion once again.

“What?” Claire giggled, not even slightly remorseful for the effect she was having on him. They shared intense eye contact, simply staring at one another. Their chaperones burst their bubble, one of them clearing her throat rather harshly.

“Shall we move along to the market?” she suggested. Loki snapped to attention first.

“Yes, we shall,” Loki replied, offering Claire his arm. “My lady?”

“Let’s hit it, my lord,” Claire gave his arm a squeeze when she looped hers around his bicep. God damn, his biceps were incredible.

~~~~

“Tell me something,” Loki asked as they walked through the market. “What exactly was your role with S.H.I.E.L.D.? You mentioned investigation, but what exactly did that entail?”

“I was responsible for determining threat levels,” Claire replied as she inspected a woven basket. “Analyzing people and their behavior was my specialty, but whenever something weird happened, my department would check it out and decide how best to proceed.”

“Which is why you were present-”

“When you sent the destroyer, yes,” Claire replied. “I was part of the team investigating Mjolnir when it showed up.”

“I am sorry you were in harms way.”

“Oh no biggie,” Claire waved off his concern. “Happens all the time. It was cool, you know?”

“Cool?” Loki asked skeptically, his brows rising high.

“I mean, sure, it was terrifying. Buuuut if I had a super awesome robot I would probably send it to break stuff too,” Claire laughed softly. “Can I ask-”

“Why I sent it?”

“Yeah,” Loki looked down, unwilling to admit his petty reasons. “You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I was just curious.”

“You would be the first.”

“What do you mean?” Claire asked. “No one asked you why?” Loki shook his head.

“They assumed I was jealous of my older brother and his claim to the throne; I was content to let them. But that was not why.”

“So what was the reason?” Claire pressed. Loki hesitated, his gaze flicking toward their chaperones. The two older women glared back, and Loki frowned.

“I should not say,“ He finally answered. “I have been...encouraged, shall we say, not to bring up unpleasant memories.”

“Why?”

“I believe Odin is concerned you will become too sympathetic.” Loki gave a sarcastic smile.

“Well that's horseshit,” Claire said. The chaperones gasped behind them and she turned to stare at the older women. “Yeah, I said a bad word. Deal with it,” She turned back to Loki. “Look, we're going to be married for a long time. I know I said I wouldn’t push you for answers and I meant it, but I think at some point I deserve answers to my questions.”

“I don't disagree,” Loki replied gently. "I do not trust easily, my lady.”

“I've noticed,” Claire pretending to inspect a skein of fabric while she thought. “You know, there’s a quote from Earth- those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it’.”

“England’s Wintston Churchill, I believe,” Loki's mouth pursed as he chose his words carefully. “It would be...beneficial, perhaps, for someone to hear my side of things. Someone who would not assume my guilt automatically.”

“I'm all ears, mischief.”

“You are not,” Loki smirked. “You are also have a charming wit and pleasant curves I find myself staring at far more than a respectable man should,” Claire blushed at his earnest words. “Forgive me, that was forward.”

“Don't apologize,” Claire replied. “The feeling is mutual.”

“I have pleasant curves?” Loki joked, delighting when Claire laughed and struck him on the arm.

“You have lots of pleasant things.”

“Such as?” Loki scoffed.

“Your hands,” Claire replied. She held up their clasped hands, unfurling her fingers and pressing her palm against his. His long fingers and wide palm dwarfed hers in size, and his gentle grip made her feel delicate- a feeling she was not familiar with. “Your eyes.”

“My eyes?” Loki asked doubtfully. No one in Asgard had eyes like his. “They are an oddity here.”

“I think they're beautiful,” Claire smiled. “I like odd,” The tops of Loki's cheeks turned pink, and she curled their fingers together again. “Also you have a cute butt.”

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki spluttered.

“Okay.” Claire shrugged.

“What?”

“You said I beg your pardon. So beg.” Loki snorted, tugging her closer by the hand until they were chest to chest.

“You are demanding,” he murmured. “I like it.” Claire preened, a smug look on her face as the chaperones chastised them for being too close. Ignoring them, Loki pulled her even closer, grinning when she squealed giddily. “Once we are wed, I shall tell you what you wish to know.” Claire pulled back, patting his chest plate fondly.

“In your own time, mischief. We have plenty of it.” Loki grinned, releasing her at last. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Shall I tell you all the ways I find you beautiful instead?”

“Who am I say no to a prince?” Claire laughed as they began to walk again. Loki plucked a long stemmed rose from a vendors basket, offering it to her.

“You are refreshingly honest and utterly enchanting,” he said, admiring the red against her creamy skin as she smelled the flower. “I will confess I worried we would be ill-suited, or that you would be unattractive in some way. Even when we fight,” he chuckled. “I admire that you challenge me head on. Each time I think I have you figured out, you surprise me. I find myself appreciating each new thing I learn about you. I look forward to learning more about you in the years to come.” Oh my. Loki, coming in clutch with the silver tongue.

“I’m looking forward to that too,” Claire leaned against him, her cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so much. Her smile faltered when their chaperones scolded them once again for being too close. She rolled her eyes as she took a step back from him. “Mostly I look forward to spending time with you, alone.”

“The feeling is mutual, my lady.” Loki chuckled. Claire giggled, twirling the rose between her fingertips before her face grew serious.

“Loki?”

“Hmm?”

“I know babies are expected at some point, but...how soon is soon? Do we get to enjoy being married for a little while first?”

“Is that what you want?”

“At least a year,” Claire chewed her bottom lip. “Maybe two? I like fun, but what about baby-free fun?”

“There are ways to avoid conception, my lady.”

“There are? Even here?”

“Of course. I am a master of seidr,” Loki replied. “It may be different from what you are used to on Midgard, but it will work just as effectively, if not more.”

“Whatever it is, sign me up,” Claire breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s okay, right?”

“Of course. Who am I to tell you what to do with your body?” Loki replied, smiling when Claire leaned her head against his shoulder. “I like the idea of being able to enjoy you without worry. We’ll decide together when the time is right.”

~~~~

“There you are,” Loki sighed in relief as he opened the door to her en-suite bathroom. “I came for our lesson and could not find you, and I...well, I worried.”Loki admitted sheepishly as he hid behind the door. He heard the water splash in the room beyond, and his body responded to knowing Claire was naked mere feet away.

“Are you supposed to be in here?” she laughed.

“Technically, I am not,” Loki replied cheekily, grinning when he heard her laugh. “I wanted to check on you. I know today was a lot for you.”She’d spent the morning perfecting her riding form, and the afternoon being drilled by all of her instructors, each of them wanting to make sure she was flawless before the ceremony. It was draining and frustrating and while their outing to the market had been wonderful, Claire wanted to pull her hair out from the stress of it all.

“Oh god, don’t remind me,” Claire groaned, sinking deeper into the water. “I’m in a weird mood tonight.”

“What troubles you?”

“Lots of things.” Claire sighed heavily. “I don’t even know if I understand it myself.”

“Try me.”

“This is gonna sound nuts, but just stick with me, okay?” Claire pleaded. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you one-on-one. I’m feeling a lot more confident about signing up for this now that I know you better,” she smiled. “I enjoy our supervised dates too, but I like spending time with you without all the rules,” Loki smiled to himself, warmed by her admission. “I understand that all of this is pretty much a performance, like the circus. I know that in three days, there’s going to be a ton of people here to watch us get married and that’s fine.”

“But?”

“But I hate that all those people are going to see our first kiss,” Claire confessed. “Again, I understand we can’t break the rules and that our marriage is basically a spectacle, but I don’t want us to be a spectacle. Does that make sense?”

“I understand completely.”

“I know we can’t do anything to change it. I don’t want you to risk your safety, I just needed you to know how I’m feeling.”

“I’m honored you trust me with that knowledge.” Silence hung in the steamy air for a stretch, the only sound the rippling of the water. Loki sat on the opposite side of the door, sure to preserve her privacy but wanting to be nearby. He could sense that she needed him.

“Loki?” she called.

“Yes, darling?”

“Do you really think I can do this?” Claire asked softly.

“I was worried at first,” he admitted with a fond smile. “You were loud and brash and opinionated-”

“That’s me, baby- bold and brash,” Claire snickered from the water. “I understand the concern.”

“I no longer have it,” Loki admitted. He heard Claire jerk suddenly in the water- no doubt looking at the door as though he’d sprouted a second head. “Something you said struck a cord with me; that either you would walk beside me as an equal or not at all. We are different, you and I. We may not fit elsewhere but we fit each other. If you were the person you were expected to be, we would not. We will always be equals, this I promise. I am not saying you will not stumble, but I will be with you every step of the way,” Loki pledged. “I have no doubt that in time you will bring the entirety of Asgard to its knees.”

“Thank you. Are you included in that?” Claire asked. The question hung in the air until she snorted, bursting into laughter that echoed in the bathroom. “I’m sorry, you’re out there being serious and I’m making dirty jokes. Feelings make me uncomfortable.”

“I have that difficulty also,” Loki replied. “Would you want me on my knees?”

“I could be persuaded,” Claire chuckled. “I like a good challenge.”

“I shall keep that in mind.”

“Can you toss me my towel please?” Claire laughed from inside the bathroom. “I forgot to grab it before I got in.”

“Here,” Loki stepped into the room, careful to avert his eyes and tossed her towel into her outstretched hand. “I’m going to set up our lesson for tonight. Join me when you’re ready.”

Claire stepped into the main room a few minutes later, dressed comfortably in her pajama pants and an old S.H.I.E.L.D t-shirt. Loki had not set up for any lessons- it looked more like he’d prepared for a book club than anything else. A stack of books sat on the table, as well as the usual tray laden with snack foods.

“I thought you said you were setting up a lesson.”

“A clever ruse,” Loki grinned. “I thought perhaps we could simply spend time together. It has been a difficult day for you and you deserve a break.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, thank you.”

“Of course,” Loki smiled as she sat on the couch beside him. “I wondered if I could ask you a question.”

“Shoot.”

“When you first arrived, you had-” Loki mimed monstrous claws, making Claire laugh. “You no longer have them.”

“Yeah, I took them off,” Claire replied. “I really just wanted to look a little scary, and the claws are a good way to do it.”

“Ah,” Loki nodded. He could see why she would want to appear intimidating. “And the hoop in your nose?”

“The hoop stays. It’s permanent,” Claire plucked lightly at the purple hoop. “I’ve had it for years. I got it when I was sixteen and man, was my mom mad,” she laughed. “I thought she was gonna spit fire.”

“Was that a talent of hers?”

“No, it’s just an expression,” Claire shook her head. “Although she was Puerto Rican and probably could have done it if she put her mind to it.”

“I see. Is that a nationality?”

“It is, actually. You’ll find Puerto Ricans of all ethnic backgrounds, but she was born on the island. Her parents moved to the United States when she was a kid. That’s where I was born.”

“In LA?”

“Yeah. Los Angeles, or LA for short, is in California on the west coast of my country. I lived there until I was sixteen.”

“Would I be correct in assuming that is when you lost your mother?” Claire nodded.

“Yes. Phil took me in after that, and I went to the S.H.I.E.L.D academy, then I was out in the field within a couple of years.”

“And you’ve done nothing else?”

“Hey, my career is nothing to sneeze at. I had to work very hard to get to where I was,” Claire said defensively. “The S.H.I.E.L.D academy trains kids from a very early age, but I was able to pass their tests and get in late. I broke tons of records there, both at the academy and in the field. I’ve been to places most people couldn’t even dream of visiting.”

“Asgard included.” Claire laughed despite herself.

“Yes, Asgard included. You could probably make a killing in the tourism trade.”

“We have enough money, darling, believe me,” Loki chuckled. “Please, help yourself to something.” he held out the plate of snacks.

“What book are you reading?” Claire asked as she helped herself to a fruit tart. Loki produced a thick text on philosophy, already marked by a book mark.

“I am trying to refine my argument for the next council meeting,” he explained. “What will you read?”

“I’m reading a history of Asgard.”

“Your tutors will be pleased.” Loki chuckled as Claire scooted closer.

Loki set the snacks between them as they both settled in to read their books.

~~~~

Claire closed her book once she’d finished her chapter; the question niggling in her brain demanding to be aired.

“I have a question.”

“Of course,” Loki put aside the book he was reading from to look at her. “What is it?”

“So I understand that people aren't supposed to touch members of the royal family. Am I included in that?”

“You are,” Loki nodded. “Even though we are not yet wed, you are my intended and that courtesy ought to be extended to you as it is to me.”

“And if it isn't?” Claire had though she’d seen Loki angry. She'd seen him annoyed, when he'd told off the crones or when they bickered, and he’d been furious after the glitter bomb incident, but this was different. His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as he clenched his teeth.

“Give me a name.”

“I don't think it's that serious.”

“You said someone touched you. Or at least implied it. Who?”

“Why?”

“Why?” Loki balked. “I assume this cretin is still breathing. I intend to put a stop to that,” Claire couldn't help but smile. “You laugh, my lady, but this is no laughing matter.”

“No, you're right, sorry,” Claire nodded. “But why don't you let me handle it? I was really just asking for clarification.”

“Is that what you want? To handle it personally?”

“I think it would be best.”

“Do you not trust me?”

“It's not that,” Claire shook her head. “But we're getting married in a matter of days and I imagine this will cause a stir. The last thing we need is a scene.”

“I am capable of discretion,” Loki scoffed, clearly offended. “Honestly.”

“Loki, why do I feel like if you had your way, I would have a dead body outside my door?”

“Seems reasonable to me,” Loki shrugged. “Would that upset your delicate sensibilities?” He asked darkly.

“Of course not; I’m hardly a stranger to dead bodies. But I'd prefer if our marriage didn't start with one or both of us in prison.”

“You're no fun.” Loki purred.

“I'm plenty of fun. You'll find out exactly how much in three days.”

“Hmm,” The deep rumble from his chest made Claire's insides turn to goo. Fuck, she wanted him. The fact he offered to kill for her...it sent a dark thrill down her spine. He shot to his feet, preparing to leave. “I will ensure there is additional security at your door. I should-”

“Can I give you a hug?” Claire asked abruptly. Loki paused, surprised by her question.

“You may.” He grunted when she squeezed him around the middle, pressing her face into his chest. Loki stood awkwardly as she embraced him without fear. He couldn't remember the last time...

“I knew it.”

“What?”

“We fit.” Claire murmured, practically purring with contentment as Loki's arms wrapped around her. His head came to rest on hers as he pulled her tightly against him. His heartbeat was steady and comforting in her ear, his body molded perfectly to hers as his chest rose and fell. This was the most they had touched since meeting, and Claire adored the feeling of his solid form against her body, as though he were the anchor to her ship lost at sea.

“Are you certain you wish to handle-”

“Yes,” Claire said stubbornly, keeping her face buried in his chest. “But if I need help, I'll tag you in.”

“How shall you handle it?”

“I'll beat him up, obviously.” Claire giggled.

“I would very much like to see that.” Loki replied.

“You like the fact that I can defend myself, don’t you?”

“I do indeed,” Loki chuckled. “I’ll admit, I’ve thought of it often since our fight on the training field.”

“I still want that rematch.”

“You shall have it. For now I shall have to hope that I can see you dispense justice to whichever lout dared to put a hand on you.” Claire laughed as she shifted her weight, grinning when she felt what was hiding in his pants.

“Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?” Claire snickered. Loki sighed in exasperation.

“Is this how life is to be with you? Hmm?” He jostled her playfully, making her laugh. “You tease me relentlessly then mock me for reacting?”

“For now,” Claire said apologetically. “Sorry, I can't do anything to help.” She wasn’t sorry at all.

“You are a dreadful menace. Go to bed, you little imp,” Loki huffed without ire, pulling away from her. “I shall see you in the morning.”

“Think sexy thoughts about me, k?” Loki laughed, his tongue flashing as he licked his lips. He grinned down at her, every inch a predator observing his prey, and Claire could have come on the spot.

“Darling, all of my thoughts are about you. Especially when I bring myself to release.” He growled, hands fisting in her clothes as he pulled her back into his chest, and Claire desperately wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin.

“I think about you too.” She confessed, shivering with delight when he backed her up against the nearest wall.

“Your pupils are dilated,” he noted as he towered over her. “I would wager if I touched you, you would be wet for me.”

“You're welcome to,” Claire challenged. “Or are we still pretending we're following the rules?” Loki growled as the neckline of her dress slipped lower, exposing unseen flesh to his desperate gaze. “Wait, can you lift me?” Loki furrowed his brows at the silly question. Of course he could. He lifted her effortlessly, stepping between her parted thighs with a growl. Claire sighed sweetly as he took her weight, her lithe arms closing behind his neck.

“Better?” He asked softly, his lips a mere inch from hers. It would be so easy to break the rules and kiss her, claim her until she begged him for sweet release.

“I've been thinking how I wanted to fuck you first after we're married,” nimble fingers combed through his hair, and Loki melted into the affection. “This is pretty high on the list.” Claire sighed, wrapping a lock of his hair around her finger as she squeezed his waist with her delectable thighs. Even though she was fully clothed, Loki could feel the heat of her skin through the cloth of her dress and it was driving him mad. Loki grunted with want and his cock throbbed between her legs. The whimper that escaped her nearly drove him to his knees. He dropped his head to her shoulder, inhaling her intoxicating scent as his eyes drifted closed.

“Sometimes,” he swallowed nervously. “I worry this is all a dream and I will wake to find myself still locked in that accursed cell,” He longed to sink his teeth into her flesh and mark her for all to see, but to do it now would have grave consequences. “I should go while I can still think clearly.” Claire brushed his hair back gently, clinging to him as he gingerly set her back on her feet. His hands trailed up her body, giving her goosebumps. He clasped her hand and gave the softest kiss to her knuckles, his eyes burning into hers as he put all his longing into his kiss. He pulled away, but pressed another kiss to her forearm as his other arm held her against him.

Holy shit. He was doing the Gomez thing. Without her asking! Claire was pretty sure he didn't even know who Gomez Addams was. His mouth burned with promise as he laid another kiss at the delicate fold of her arm. Claire's eyes were half closed with pleasure as he blazed a scorching trail along the heated nerves of her skin, kissing at her bicep and again at her shoulder. Claire's knees went weak as his lips pressed to the curve of her neck, only remaining upright thanks to his tightened grip when she wilted. Loki's tongue darted out to taste her flushed skin, teasing her with the sharp tip of his canines.

“Loki,” she pleaded breathlessly. “You should leave before I tie you to the bed.”

“Such promises, darling,” he murmured, pressing a final kiss to her neck before pulling away. “Are you sure you can stand?”

“Shut up,” Claire laughed. “Fuckin' neck kisses get me every time.”

“I shan't forget,” Loki promised, enjoying the needy way she grabbed his sleeves when he leaned in to kiss her. He didn't fully press his lips to hers, enjoying the dizzying pull of her mouth. She was utterly enchanting, sapphire eyes closed and cheeks flushed. “How could I with such a lovely reaction?” He released her, grinning when she groaned with want. “I shall take my leave. Good night, my lady.” Though his words were formal, his tone was anything but. This wasn't him testing her knowledge again. He was claiming her.

“Good night, my lord,” Claire replied. She welcomed the claim, and returned it. “I hate these rules.”

“As do I,” Loki said. “Though I believe it is past the midnight hour now. Two more days and you shall be mine.” Claire groaned, wishing time would hurry up and pass already.

“Two more days.” She sighed as the handmaiden replaced Loki. The guard at her door nodded in greeting when the massive door opened, and she waved at him as Loki slash the handmaiden strolled past him without incident. Frustrated, Claire began making mental plans to have a steamy bath before bed. She knew she should have packed more toys.

Two days until the wedding

“Good morning, darlings! A fabulous day awaits you- your guests arrive shortly and the wedding games will begin tomorrow!” Frigga greeted Claire and Loki in the great hall during breakfast. “Eat quickly; you must approve all the final touches before the guests arrive.” The couple shared a knowing glance. This was undoubtedly the last bit of calm they would have for the next few days.

~~~~

After giving final approval of the seating arrangements, decorations, and the various menus of the coming feasts, Claire and Loki retreated to the garden with Frigga for tea. Frigga was practically vibrating with excitement as they rested before the madness truly began. The first official wedding event, the opening feast, would take place in a matter of hours.

“Mother,” Loki began as Claire nursed her cup of tea. “I wonder if I could ask something of you.”

“Of course, my darling,” Frigga patted his hand fondly. “What do you need?” Loki glanced at Claire before turning back to Frigga.

“I wondered if Claire and I could have just a moment alone.” he asked. Frigga challenged him with a raised brow, staring at him pensively over the rim of her teacup.

“More than you’ve already had?” she asked. Loki and Claire both froze, Claire choking on her tea and beginning to cough. “Relax, my darlings-”

“We haven’t broken the rules!” Claire said urgently.

“I’ve been helping Claire prepare for her role, nothing more,” Loki added. “Mother-”

“Hush,” Frigga said calmly as she straightened in her chair. “I already know this.”

“You do?”

“Darling girl,” Frigga scoffed gently as she pierced Claire with her knowing gaze. “You made a rather drastic improvement without warning. It was obvious you had assistance. And simultaneously, by some miracle, Loki’s outlook also began to improve. It was not difficult to discern what was happening,” she smirked, glancing between the pair. “I am no fool; I have raised two sons to adulthood. But results are results, and I was glad to see you happy,” she smiled at Loki. “And to see you faring better.” she extended a hand to Claire.

“Mother-”

“If you did not break any additional rules, it shall remain our secret.” Frigga promised.

“We have not.”

“The risk isn’t worth it,” Claire added, warming Loki with her sincerity. “We both understand the rules and the reason behind them. We’re both doing this for bigger reasons than ourselves, and we understand we will largely be in the public eye. We just didn’t want the start of our physical relationship to be the same way.”

“Ah,” Frigga nodded in understanding. “As someone who did not meet her husband until we arrived at the altar, I completely understand.”

“Would you allow it?” Loki asked. Frigga said nothing, bridging her fingers in front of her tea cup as she stared them down. Claire was used to being under scrutiny, under threat of death, but her future mother-in-law’s discerning gaze made her sweat.

“I will cover for you for exactly five minutes,” she finally agreed, relaxing and taking a sip of tea. “I am trusting you to follow the other rules as you have until now.”

“Thank you, mother.” Loki got to his feet and offered Claire his hand. Claire grinned and took it, letting him lead her away from the table.

“What shall we discuss in our time together?” Frigga asked as they disappeared into the garden. Claire looked back to see Frigga chatting with mirror images of the two of them.

“Your mom is awesome,” Claire laughed as they made their way deeper into the thick of the garden. “Can you do that too?”

“I can,” Loki replied as they came upon a lush willow tree. Loki tugged her beneath the tree’s canopy, the long leafy boughs shielding them from any passersby. “I could show you, if you wanted. But is that really how you wish to spend our limited time together?”

“Nah, I’ll take a rain check. I’d rather kiss you stupid.” Claire let him press her against the tree.

“You, kiss me stupid?” Loki scoffed as he towered over her. His gaze dropped to her lush lips as he leaned closer, his arm snaking around her waist. “You’re rather confident for someone who gets weak in the knees when I merely kiss your hand.”

“Shut up,” Claire giggled. “I’ll have you know I’m quite the ball-buster back home. You should be flattered.” She poked a finger in his chest, flattening her palm against him as he stepped even closer. They were chest to chest now, and Claire’s heart was thundering in her ears. Loki looked so handsome she wanted to eat him alive.

“Who says I’m not?” he purred. His lips hovered over hers teasingly, both of them drunk on the delectable liquor of finally being able to touch. Tired of waiting, Claire cupped the back of his neck and pulled Loki down, sighing happily as he crowded her against the tree. The kisses on her knuckles had alluded to Loki’s skill, but this was a different experience with all new thrills. His lips were soft and warm, and she could faintly taste the tea he’d sipped before they’d escaped. After being denied any sort of touch for so long, Claire wanted to remember everything.

Loki licked at her lips, humming with delight when she pulled him closer. Their shared breath became heated as they both fought the urge to tear off the offending clothing between them. His long fingers grasped at the material of her dress, tugging her against him insistently.

Loki’s hair was soft and looped easily around her fingers as she sank her hands into the tresses. Claire pulled away long enough to work her fingers beneath his collar, gasping when his large hand groped at her breast. Loki reclaimed her mouth, making her dizzy with want as he made love to her with his tongue. Unlike other men she’d kissed, Loki didn’t shove his tongue down her throat. Instead, he stoked her desire with measured teasing strokes that had her insides melting and her knees quaking.

Loki pulled away from her reluctantly, supporting her weight with a knowing smile.

“Do you feel better?” he asked softly.

“Much better.” Claire smiled up at him, soaking up the feel of him pressed against her as he kissed her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her under his chin as she hugged him tightly. She could feel his pulse racing in his throat, and felt a wave of satisfaction that he was just as affected as she was.

“This was an excellent idea,” he murmured. “It may be difficult to steal moments like these once we are both entrenched in our duties, but I would like to-”

“I’d like that too. I know all this-” Claire gestured beyond the tree’s hanging boughs. “Is mostly a performance for others, but this is private.” She wound their fingers together, clasping their hands tightly.

“It shall stay that way. I am a very private person.”

“I’ve noticed,” Claire smiled. “But I agree. I don’t share well.” she hummed with satisfaction as he kissed her again, her eyes slipping closed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“You’ll never share me, little wife. I am yours as you are mine,” Loki promised softly. “We should return,” he ran his hand down her arm, lifting her knuckles to his mouth before dotting kisses upon her wrist and forearm. “We are overdue.”

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna have to carry me.” Claire murmured as his lips caressed the exposed skin at her inner elbow.

“Are you unwell?” he gave a teasing smirk when a whimper escaped her. It was unfair, honestly, how a simple kiss could make her clit throb with need. He traced his lips along her skin, pressing more kisses inside the sleeve openings at her bicep and at her shoulder. His warm breath caressed her skin delicately as he clutched possessively at her waist. “Perhaps I can help,” he placed another kiss upon her collar bone, searing her flesh and making desire flood her veins. “Better?” he breathed against her flushed skin, grinning mischievously when she clutched him to her. “Your scent...it shall drive me mad.” he murmured as he nosed at her neck, peppering kisses upon her skin and making her writhe against him.

“Loki-”

“Gods, I cannot wait to make you fall apart beneath me,” he licked at her skin, drawing the tender flesh between his teeth as her nails dug into his shoulders. “We shall have endless amounts of fun together.”

Approaching footsteps pulled their attention from each other and they sprung apart. The skin at Claire’s neck smarted delightfully, but any mark would have given them away instantly. Loki soothed the skin with a brush of his thumb, using seidr to remove the faint mark he’d left behind.

“Thanks.” Claire grabbed his hand appreciatively, grateful he’d thought about it.

“Of course.” the couple shared a secretive smile as they emerged from under the tree to see Frigga approaching them. The queen took in their flushed faces and smiles before giving them a knowing look.

“There you are, my darlings. I trust all is well?”

“Very well, Mother. Thank you.”

“Of course. Now! Let us finish our walk before I must turn you over to the mercy of your guests.” she winked at them, gesturing for them to walk ahead of her on the cobblestone path.

“My lady?” Loki offered Claire his arm. Claire looped her arm through his, knocking into him gently with her hip. Loki looked at her with surprise before he knocked into her with his hip. Claire bumped into him again, making him stumble slightly. Frigga looked in with mild concern as Loki bumped into her harder, her concern giving way as the two burst into giggles. The pair took off down the path, shrieking with laughter and wearing matching smiles as Frigga trailed behind them with a smile of her own.

~~~~

After their interlude in the garden, Claire and Loki were ushered to their respective chambers to get ready for the guests arrival. Claire felt like she was floating on air, chitchatting with Ragna as they walked.

All through her preparation, as her hair was combed within an inch of its life, her nails buffed until they gleamed, and her lips painted with a shimmery gloss, the feeling remained. Looking in the mirror, Claire saw not just herself, but a respectable lady. Someone in love.

Was it too early to call it that? Claire had long since given up on any meaningful connection, but Loki had found a way past her defenses in such a short time that it frightened her a little.

Okay, a lot.

But wasn’t that part of love? Didn’t it make you feel like you could fly, but also like you were a ship about to be dashed upon the rocky shore?

“Lady Claire?” Ragna caught her attention with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “It’s time.”

“Right,” Claire took a deep breath, looking back at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t have any answers, but maybe this was one of those things you just have to go through. She felt confident that because of their bond, she and Loki would work well together, and hopefully, be happy for years to come. “I’m ready.”

~~~~

Claire arrived in the throne room shortly after Loki, who looked devastatingly handsome in his formal leathers and cape. Claire’s intrusive thoughts wanted her to hug him from behind and bury her face between his shoulder blades. She settled for complimenting him since they were under heavy surveillance still.

“You look so fancy,” she murmured as she stepped up beside him. “No helmet today?”

“Not today, darling, you must be serious for once.”

“I can be serious.” Claire argued. Loki shot her a skeptical look. Claire made a silly face at him, catching him off guard and making him laugh. Behind Claire, Frigga made a stern face at the both of them, silently warning them to behave. This only served to make the pair laugh harder despite their best attempts to quiet down. The large doors opened, revealing the sea of people who’d come to see them. Claire’s stomach dropped, her anxiety suddenly dialed up to eleven. What if she did something stupid? What if she didn’t look the part?

“Don’t fuss, darling,” Loki said gently, squeezing her hand and preventing her from picking at her pristine nails. “You can do this.” he reassured her in the quiet before the storm.

“Thank you.” Claire squeezed back, grateful that he had noticed her distress, and that he had stepped in to soothe her.

“You’re welcome. Now chin up. You look lovely, and I know how confident you are,” he smiled. “Act like it.” he gave her hand another squeeze before the first guest approached. People were still spilling into the room, the line of guests to be greeted growing longer and longer. Loki stood at the head of their receiving line to Claire’s left, while Frigga and finally Odin stood to her right. Claire had assumed that the king and queen would greet the guests first, but Frigga had explained that the majority of the guests were allies of Asgard and therefore would come to pay respect to Odin, but also Loki and her by extension. Because they were the ones being celebrated, they would greet the guests first.

As a staff member told Loki the names of the first guests, Claire had a thought that maybe she should have binged The Crown before she came to Asgard. It probably would have been at least a little helpful.

She’d certainly get her curtsy down pat after today.

~~~~

Good God, was there any end to this line?! Claire felt as though she’d met enough people to fill an entire stadium. Her hands ached from shaking so many, her face hurt from the smile she had plastered on, her feet were screaming at her from inside the shoes she wore. She just wanted this to end.

“I didn’t realize you would be coming!” Claire exclaimed as she saw a group of familiar faces approaching Loki. “It’s so nice to see all of you.”

“Please,” Tony said, holding up a hand to stop her. “Don’t get too emotional, I’m a person just like you. Actually I take that back-” He grunted when his wife smacked him in the ribs.

“Ignore him,” the blonde said with a small smile. “I’m Pepper.” She offered her hand for Claire to take.

“Oh hi!” Claire said excitedly. “I’ve heard lots of great things about you; it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, Rock of Ages, how’s it going?” Tony asked casually, unfazed by Loki’s glare as he held out his hand.

“How do you think?” he asked harshly, pointedly ignoring Tony’s hand.

“It’s just a question, buddy, relax. Congratulations.” Tony retracted his hand. A muscle ticked in Loki’s jaw as he clenched his fists. Beside Tony, Pepper facepalmed.

“Thank you.” Loki replied tersely as the couple continued down the line to greet Frigga. Steve stood waiting to greet Loki, along with Anja and a brunette man Claire didn’t recognize.

“Loki.” Steve offered his hand as he stepped in front of Loki.

“Rogers.” Loki shared a tense smile with the captain, squeezing his hand tightly. He released the captain after the appropriate amount of time, allowing him to sidestep and greet Claire.

“Hi Cla-”

“Captain,” Claire said icily. She still hadn’t forgiven Steve for choosing Rollins over her for the STRIKE team several years ago. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, thank you for the invitation,” Steve nodded politely. “Congratulations.” Steve stepped aside to greet Frigga, allowing Claire to observe Loki and Anja’s interaction.

“-Not being incarcerated has done wonders for me,” Loki said warmly. “Thank you for asking.”

“Of course,” Anja replied. “I’m glad you’re doing better.” she gave Loki a warm smile before stepping over to greet Claire.

“Shadow, right?” Claire asked, taking her hand.

“That’s me,” Anja smiled. “I’m your uncles favorite.” She stage whispered.

“Don’t let her lie, I’m his favorite.” Tony objected from further down the line. Frigga looked at him quizzically.

“I’m sure,” Claire giggled as Pepper dragged Tony away from Frigga to greet Odin. She turned back to Anja, clasping her hand in her own. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course! I love weddings, and this place is gorg-eous!” Anja sang. “Congratulations. This is my husband Bucky.” she gestured to the dark haired man beside her.

“Hi.” Claire shook his hand too.

“Oh, hi. I thought-” Claire glanced at Steve, her head cocked in confusion.

“I got a two-fer,” Anja grinned. “Our rabbi is very modern.”

“Oh, right on!” Claire laughed. Kudos to Anja for bagging two hot relics. “Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for inviting us.” Bucky replied, shaking her hand before the throuple moved down the line.

Bruce and a brunette woman Claire didn’t recognize stepped in front of Loki. The tension between Bruce and Loki was instantly palpable and everyone seemed to take a collective breath as the two stared each other down. Claire remembered from the file in her room that Hulk had thrown Loki around Avengers tower like a rag doll. Yikes. Talk about awkward. After a moment, Bruce offered a hand shake in a show of peace. Loki glanced down at his hand and up to Bruce, pausing briefly before taking his hand grudgingly.

“Hi, Claire,” Bruce said softly as they stepped in front of her. “This is my wife Darcy.”

“Hi there!” Darcy chimed in brightly. Claire smiled back at them and shook their hands, thanking them for coming. The couple seemed to balance each other; where Bruce was reserved, Darcy was exuberant.

“Uh…congratulations.” Bruce offered meekly.

“This must be so awkward for the both of you,” Darcy said gently. “No offense, arranged marriage just seems so...eek.”

“It was at first,” Claire chuckled. “It’s gotten better.” Darcy patted her hand comfortingly.

“Good, good. I hope your first child is a masculine child.” Darcy spoke with gravitas, in a perfect impression of Luca Brasi. Claire curled her lips inward to contain her laughter. She liked Darcy. They would have been good friends.

“Thanks Darcy.” Claire finally managed. Loki looked on with confusion as Darcy curtsied before moving on to greet Frigga.

“What was that girl talking about?” he leaned close to ask.

“It was a movie reference, dear, I’ll explain later.” Claire snickered as Thor appeared (finally), at the end of the line. Claire was overjoyed to see the president of her home country bringing up the rear of the line as she’d asked, sulking like a spoiled child just as she’d known he would. She’d known he couldn’t be uninvited for the sake of appearances, of course, but he was no doubt the furthest from where he wanted to be. If Claire knew the slimy bastard like she thought she did, he was surely hoping to use the occasion for some peacocking.

“Welcome to Asgard,” Loki greeted the man politely, as if he hadn’t suggested the man’s miserable place in the line. “I trust your accommodations are to your liking?”

“Yes, yes, very fine,” the man mumbled. “Not as nice as my resort, but very fine.” Loki glanced over to Claire with a pointed look that clearly meant Is this fool serious? Claire arched her brow in response.

Yes. Unfortunately.

Loki’s brow ticked just slightly, as if to say I see.

“We will do everything we can to make your time in Asgard more comfortable. We appreciate you coming.” Loki said diplomatically.

“Congratulations,” the man mumbled, ambling over to Claire with an awkward gait. “I’d love to meet while I’m here-” he wheezed, sticking out his small hand for Claire to shake. “Get your opinion on a couple things.”

“That depends,” Claire replied coolly, pointedly ignoring his tiny hand. “Are you actually interested in what I have to say, or are you hoping I’ll fix the next election to keep you in power?” Loki glanced at her with giddy interest, delighted to see her sink her claws into her prey. The puny man grew red in the face and withdrew his hand.

“I won fair and square.”

“I’m sure,” Claire said placidly. “I’m also sure we can both agree that Asgard is a far more powerful ally than Russia.”

“Maybe we can work something out. You’re from the States, after all.”

“Be that as it may, I won’t be interceding on your behalf. You’ll have to get by on your own merit, if you’re able.”

“I’m more than able- the most able,” the man insisted. “I can make things very difficult for you.”

“Can you even reach my shoulders?” Claire scoffed. “I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft-penised debutante. You want to start a street fight with me; bring it on, but you're gonna be surprised by how ugly it gets. You don't even know my name,” she sneered, leaning into the man’s space and making him shrink back. “I'm the fucking lizard king.”

Gods, she was magnificent. Was this what love felt like? Loki would have gladly given her anything she desired in that moment.

Several emotions flickered across the mans face; fear, indignation, embarrassment, and finally, rage. He looked comical with his wide eyes, his eye sockets two large circles of white amidst the rest of his carrot-orange face. He mumbled something unintelligible to Claire and beat a hasty retreat.

“That is the leader of your country?” Loki leaned in to scoff. “Why is he orange?” his lip curled in disgust as he watched the odious man greet Frigga and Odin, his off-colored lips flapping as he no doubt said something offensive.

“He insists it’s a tan.”

“He is delusional,” Loki muttered. “He looks like a sunburnt Krylorian,” Claire couldn’t have contained her laughter if she tried. She did manage to reign it in, but only after the butt of their private joke glared at her. “Oh dear, I think you’re in trouble darling.”

“Oh my god, stop,” Claire cackled, slapping at him ineffectually, as he continued to mock the short man and make her laugh. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“You don’t need my help for that, menace,” Loki said with pride, pulling her against him with an arm around her waist. “You’ve sent him running like a frightened dog. But what exactly is a lizard king?” Claire laughed again.

“It’s a quote from a tv show,” she replied as Thor arrived, heralding at last the end of the parade of guests. “Don’t worry, I’m not in any competing lines of succession.”

“Good to know,” Loki chuckled. “I should hate for anything to derail our big day.”

“Looking forward to it, are you?” Claire asked teasingly as he offered her his arm to lead her to the great hall. A long night of feasting, drinking and dancing with their guests awaited them, and Claire for one was very excited.

“It would be a pity if it didn’t happen. Everyone is already here, after all.” Loki murmured, pleased beyond measure when she laughed and let her head drop onto his shoulder. No one else quite grasped his sense of humor like she did. It made him feel something he couldn’t quite name but whatever it was, he knew he wanted to feel it always.

~~~~

Claire sank into the water with a groan of delight, overjoyed to soak her aching feet after such a long night. The opening feast was still in full swing in the great hall, but having accomplished everything she’d wanted to for the night, Claire had made an excuse to go to bed early.

She turned toward the open door as a creak sounded from outside it, smiling to herself. It could only be one person.

“You left early too?” she called.

“It was rather dull without you,” Loki replied from his post beyond the door. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” Claire laughed. “People think women are fragile so I was able to make an easy exit. Did I miss anything?”

“Not really. Things quieted down after your country’s...leader was separated from the captain and sergeant.” Claire snorted as she wet her hair in the steaming water.

“That’s probably for the best,” she cackled. “I can’t believe he had the nerve to ask them to take a photo with him,” her head shot up as a foul thought occurred to her. “You don’t think he’ll ask us for one, do you?”

“If he does, we’ll simply say no,” Loki chuckled. “I have no qualms about upsetting such a...how should I describe him?”

“An idiot?”

“Yes, that will do,” Loki agreed. “I have no qualms about upsetting an idiot,” The pair laughed together for a moment as they thought of the bumbling man downstairs. “Were you pleased by tonight’s event?”

“Oh yes, everything was wonderful! I am so full, I couldn’t eat another bite, but the food was so good I want more.”

“What of our guests? I saw you flitting about.”

“I’ll admit I had a bit of an agenda,” Claire laughed. “There were several politicians I wanted to talk to, and it was the perfect opportunity to pick their brains.”

“Did you manage to catch everyone you wished to speak to?”

“Yes! I was most excited to speak to Angela Merkel- she’s the first female chancellor of Germany; and Michelle Obama! Ah, such a remarkable woman, I really admire her. I asked her for leadership advice.”

“And did she give any?”

“Oh yes,” Claire sighed happily. “I don’t know how much I’ll be leading here, but I’d like to be like her. She’s very intelligent. Resilient. Level-headed and compassionate. She really cares about people.”

“I’m sure you’ll find opportunity,” Loki smiled. “Did you speak with anyone else?”

“Yes, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” Claire squealed excitedly. “Let it be known that, I, Claire Fisher, a lowly S.H.I.E.L.D agent and childhood resident of Compton, spoke to the QUEEN OF ENGLAND!”

“I had no idea you would be so excited about this,” Loki laughed, charmed by her enthusiasm. “Did she meet your expectations?”

“YES!” Claire squealed. “She was wonderful! She gave me leadership advice- and some marriage advice- and she’s SO funny! I love her so much, Loki, I never want her to leave.” Loki laughed heartily at that.

“Eventually we must let her go home, darling.”

“Oh alright, fine, she can leave.” Claire replied grumpily, sulking deeper into the water. She began to rub body wash into her skin, filling the humid air with the scent.

“What is that?” Loki asked. “That smell.” It smelled of intoxicating sweet flowers and musk.

“It’s body wash. In the Stars, from Bath and Body Works. It was a gift from my friends you met. FitzSimmons?”

“Ah yes, the scientists. I would have liked to speak to them more.”

“You should; I think you’d get along,” Claire smiled. “Anyway, they made me a going-away gift of self-care items and makeup. All of the scents are space or astronomy themed, which is so on brand for both of them. They also gave me all the lipsticks you’re so fond of.”

“I shall endeavor to thank them,” Loki smiled. “I assume you know them from S.H.I.E.L.D., but how did your role correlate to theirs?”

“Ah, well, as scientists, they would develop weapons and gear and whatnot, and every so often I would get to test their new toys in the field. They made a plasma cannon once that sadly did not get the final approval from the higher ups, but it was fun to play with.”

“I can imagine it was quite destructive.”

“Yeah, I spent a week filling out damage reports,” Claire cringed. “Still, it was disappointing to see it scrapped,” the pair fell into easy silence as Claire continued to scrub her skin. “Loki?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me about one of your disappointments.” the loaded request sat heavy on Loki’s shoulders. It was a request to be vulnerable, and Loki wondered how far he was willing to let his guard down where Claire was concerned.

“When I was a boy- well...I was at an odd stage- not quite a man, but no longer a boy- I had a very exciting opportunity to study some insects that were on the brink of extinction. I have always preferred my studies to the practices of Odin and Thor, but this was an exceptional chance to study creatures that were vastly important to their ecosystems. For whatever reason, it was nearly impossible to get them to breed, and so their numbers dwindled, and dwindled, until finally, there were only two males and one female left.”

“That does sound interesting.”

“My tutor was one of the utmost experts in the field, and whether by design or luck, he came into possession of these three beetles. For weeks we studied them, and my days were consumed with them. I felt...a kinship of sorts with them, because they were the last of their kind, and I was- I am- an outsider. I wondered whether they could feel, or perhaps even shared, my profound sense of isolation.”

“Oh, honey…”

“One day, Odin stormed into my daily lessons, demanding to know why I was not on the training field with Thor. I tried to explain what my tutor and I were attempting, but he would not listen. He cared only that I was neglecting my training. I should mention that military service is compulsory at one’s majority, which was rapidly approaching for me at that time. He meant well-”

“That doesn’t matter. Your studies were important too,” Claire replied. “What happened?”

“Odin crushed the female,” Loki said softly. “He then told me it no longer mattered and since the beetles were doomed, I would be better served focusing on what did matter. He dragged me to the training field and made me stay there for hours.”

“Jesus.”

“At one point I collapsed, because I had been in the hot sun for so long without food or water. Odin instructed one of the older boys to dump water on me, and when I woke, I was told I was pathetic and not fit to serve in the infantry, let alone as an officer.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Yes, well...I cannot isolate the time I learned how little I mattered to Odin into a single memory; it is a running theme of which he enjoys reminding me.”

“I’m so sorry, Loki. No one deserves to feel that way,” Claire said angrily. “For what it’s worth, you matter to me.” Silence fell once again as Loki wrapped his arms around himself on the other side of the door.

“Thank you.” he murmured after a beat.

“Would you like to know my disappointment?” Claire asked softly.

“Yes, of course.”

“In one of our first meetings, when we were talking about my-” Claire laughed. “My parentage was questionable at best, I believe were your words.”

“Which I regret.”

“That’s mine as well. That I don’t know who my father is. I don’t know what kind of person he is, what his favorite food is,” she said softly. “At least with Odin...you know what color his eyes are, what tea he likes.”

“Is it worse to know, or not to know?” Loki asked somberly.

“I don’t have an answer to that.”

“Hmm,” Loki said absently. “Finish your bath, darling. Meet me on the lounge when you’re ready.” he withdrew quickly, needing a moment alone to collect himself. Claire let him go, already knowing what he needed. She needed it too.

She finished her bath quickly, wrapping her hair in the towel after slipping into her pajamas. She stepped out to find Loki stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed.

“Scoot over.” Claire nudged him gently as she reached the couch, settling beside him when he scooted to make room.

“That is a rather daring head piece,” Loki squinted at her. “You’ll make quite a statement at court.”

“Shut up,” Claire laughed. “I’m not gonna snuggle with you if you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” came the chuckled reply. “What was the marriage advice? From the queen of England?” he asked as they settled on the couch facing each other. Claire laughed softly, smothering her mirth in the pillow beneath her head.

“To find little moments to share, so that even when the job prevents big moments from happening, you have something to hold onto.”

“That is...rather honest.”

“I was going to invite you to join me in the bath, but I knew you would say no,” Claire murmured, glancing over at him. “These rules are dumb; we’re breaking several right now.”

“Indeed we are,” Loki purred. “Less than forty-eight hours to go, little wife.” Claire giggled as she stretched out alongside him.

“Stay for a little while?” Claire asked as tiredness washed over her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she reached for him, tugging him closer with a hand on his hip.

“Of course.”

~~~~

Loki wasn’t sure what woke him, but he quickly realized he’d stayed far too long. The fire had died down, the dying embers casting a faint glow about the dark room. Claire lay tucked into his side, her warm body pressed deliciously close. Her hands clutched his bare skin, having wormed beneath his clothes as they slept.

“Norns,” Loki swore under his breath as he spied the blue tinge on the horizon. As much as he was enjoying their current predicament, he needed to leave. “Darling, I have to go.”

“Did we sleep too long?” Claire mumbled.

“A little. Get to bed, little wife.” Claire hummed when Loki kissed her forehead.

“Wait, let me walk you out,” Claire mumbled as she got to her feet. She rubbed her tired eyes as Loki stretched. Claire seized the opportunity and hugged him, nuzzling her face into his chest as he returned her affection. “I wish you could stay.”

“I shall see you in just a few hours, darling. Will you miss me terribly?” Claire nodded, eyes slipping closed as he squeezed her tightly.

“Yes,” Claire’s voice was muffled against his chest. “See you soon.”

“Sleep well, my darling,” Loki leaned down to kiss her forehead, but he was taken by surprise when Claire rose up to her tiptoes to kiss him. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him in with the spell she cast. Loki let himself be pulled in, any argument dying as his hands skirted beneath her clothes. His fingers danced along her skin, palms bracketing her ribs as his thumbs just grazed the swell of her breasts. “Claire-”

“Sorry, not sorry,” Claire sighed as she released him, trailing her hands through his curly hair before she fully let him go. “I couldn’t help myself.” she grinned mischievously as he brushed her wild hair from her face. Miraculously, her still-damp towel was still on her head, but several locks of hair had escaped.

“Good night,” Loki drew both her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “See you soon.”

#loki fic #covenant #loki x ofc #loki

[kangen-wanshi]

Sitting on Their Lap ft. Watanabe: Nightblade, Wanshi: Hypnos, Chrome: Glory

How it happened with each of them, and possibly their preference on it.

Tags: Separate, small mention of minor injury in Chrome's, fluff/comfort

Watanabe Nightblade, He pulled you in

A rather domestic morning at the Oasis. A rare one, that both of you shared together in his humble quarter.

With sun slipping from the window, adorning your face with warmth and comfort he seeks to achieve for his people, he just sort of falls in love with you all over again.

You were preparing something - something that he can't really pay attention to as he called out your name and invited you over to him.

You're innocent to his intention, putting down whatever it was that you're working on as you walk across the small room towards him.

Then it just happens. He tugged on your wrist, pulled you towards him, and let you fall and sit on his lap, facing him.

It's a sense of normalcy. You're out of your gear, he's out of his, in his home, together.

With his arms securely wrapped around your waist, locking your escape, his head buried on your neck and jaw, peppering them with kisses.

Kiss him back, or play with his hair. Scratch the back of his neck and tell him you love him.

The stoic, serious Watanabe will easily be charmed by the domesticity and sense of comfort that you've granted each other with during these dark times.

"I would love to stay like this forever. With you."

Wanshi Hypnos, A natural instinct 

First time it happened, neither of you weren't even together.

Both of you were tired, and from experience, Wanshi knows that you're one of his favourite 'pillows'. So he just dragged you along for a nap, and you kind of accepted it.

It was in the secluded shooting range. Sitting in his lap with your back against him, and his cheek firmly pressed between your shoulder blades. Arms wrapped around your midsection as his breathing grows soft.

Sometimes you refuse to be his cuddle buddy, but when you agree to his invitation and request with whatever reason you have, it just felt natural to be that close to him.

Now, everytime you come across him sleeping on his own, you'd settle yourself between his arms. And whether he's awakened or not by your intervention, he'd always complied with your action and immediately wrapped himself around you.

If you decided to get on his lap when both of you are awake, there's a high chance that he might just fall asleep in the next minute with your body warm so close to him.

So before doing it, just make sure that your schedule is free because he'll definitely trap you there with him for a while.

"If I win in the simulation, you will sleep with me after this, okay?"

(You almost die out of embarrassment with how he word it)

Chrome Glory, He asks. Politely

Never, ever in his life thought about it. It's certainly inappropriate to his mind and he's not creative enough in the romantic department to imagine it on his own.

But a specific event awakened something in him.

You were visiting the clinic for a small cut on your shoulder down to your shoulder blades. It's nothing serious, but Liv's healing method can't really fully close all wounds.

At the same time Chrome was there, he was looking for Wanshi before he came across you. With how busy Star of Life is, he offered you his assistance in helping you with your small issue.

Accepting his request, both of you found two seats amidst the busy life in the medical bay. With him sitting behind you, diligently wiping off the blood, sterilising it, and wrapping it with bandage.

When he's finished, you turned your head to thank him right at his face, but you sort of rolled your chair back towards him which brought your back closer to his chest.

You didn't consider it anything serious, other than it flustered you slightly, but Chrome can't really get the feeling out of his mind.

So when you visit the Strike Hawk common room with just him sitting on the couch, he tugged on your sleeve before you parted ways.

Staring up to you from the seat, with pink dust on his cheek, he can't believe the words that leave his mouth.

His request came out as a surprise, of course, but you accept regardless and fulfill his fantasy by plopping yourself between his legs with your back against his chest.

Looking back at him with a teasing smile, you ask whether this fits with what he imagined or not.

With his hands on your hips (after asking for your consent), he nodded, and recorded everything happening during that event in the special corner of his M.I.N.D.

If you don't mind, he'd definitely ask more of this in the future.

"I'm sorry for the sudden request and the.. Inappropriateness of my request. But I must come clean. Your comforting presence, here in my arms.. I can't help but crave for more of it, Commandant."

#les does writing #x reader #reader insert #pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr x reader #pgr imagines #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr wanshi x reader #wanshi x reader #pgr chrome x reader #chrome x reader #pgr watanabe x reader #watanabe x reader

[negrowhat]

Playing Mind Games

Hey friends; it's 2:30 AM and I come to you with a new trope character list. Master Manipulative Mains. These men have orchestrated tactics and falsified scenarios to land themselves the men that they want.

This is a trope that I don't necessarily dislike because I do like these characters and the overall relationship dynamics are some of my faves. I'm not saying these characters are bad boyfriends, but the way they went about getting these boyfriends were a bit questionable.

If I was on the receiving end these mind games I would be throwing hands immediately. Anyway, enjoy this list of my fave Manipulative BL Protagonists.

Payu from Love in the Air

I love Payu, I really do, but the man preyed on Rain's ignorance of car maintenance and tampered with the boy's car because he knew Rain would turn to him for help, he was counting on it. He wanted Rain to owe him so he could take advantage of a non-existent debt he created. Like sir. You could've just asked him out, you saw the way he was ogling you at that dinner party. Then he made Rain jump through hoops to prove he was good enough for him and didn't tell him about the car tampering until after they were well established.

Nubsib from Lovely Writer

Nubsib auditioned for a series his longtime crush, Gene, was the source writer for in the hopes of running into this man again. And then took advantage of his manager's friendship with that same writer and had him lie so that he could live with Gene. He tricked Gene into running lines with him so he could kiss him and had no intention of telling him that they were childhood friends. He just decided to wait until Gene found out on his own. He said he didn't want Gene to look at him like a younger brother so that's why he didn't reveal his true identity. Yea no, that's not how this works.

Gao Shi De from We Best Love: No. 1 for You

In order to be a memorable presence in his long time crush's life, Shi De had taken it upon himself to become Shu Yi's sole rival from grade school through college. He one-upped his unsuspecting crush in sports, competitions, and academics. He also conned Shu Yi into being his errand boy so they could spend time together. And then when they finally got closer he convinced his cousin who just so happened to be the Uni's doctor to let him use his infirmary to set up a lock-in Halloween sleepover with Shu Yi. The manipulation Olympics Shi De put himself through was unmatched.

Theo from Enchante

This man deserves an award for the manipulation tactics he went through to get Akk to confess to him first. He created a whole secret admirer to try to make Akk jealous and admit he liked him. Then he accidentally got the Uni's 4 most popular students to pretend they were his Enchante which further fueled his convoluted plan. Like he knew they weren't his admirer but he said nothing, I think it's because he could tell that Akk was jealous which was what he wanted. And then when the truth was finally revealed Akk just accepted it?? I guess he was just happy to find out Theo liked him. Couldn't be me.

Kim Jun Ho from Kissable Lips

This vampire planned to use his supernatural charm to make an innocent Choi Min Hyun fall in love with him so he could drink all his blood and become human. He literally took advantage of every moment they had together to try to drink his blood. Jokes on him, his ass fell in love. SMH.

Honorable mentions to Nuea from Secret Crush on You, because that man was very aware of Toh's crush on him and managed to convince Toh he was gonna teach him how to kiss but really he just wanted to smooch his little stalker because he liked him too. Not to mention that man stripped in front of Toh every chance he got, but honestly Toh was so into it that I can't even be mad.

#payurain #phayurain #love in the air #love in the air the series #nubsibegene #gene x nubsib #lovely writer #deyi #shi de x shu yi #we best love #we best love: no 1 for you #akktheo #enchante #enchante the series #jun ho x min hyun #kissable lips #nueatoh #scoy #secret crush on you

[disillusioneddanny]

Eloped in Space part 7

Read part six here 

I am slowly making an outline for this to become more than just random drabble. But it won’t be coming out until after Cat’s Cradle and The Devil Wore a T-shirt are completed

Danny leaned up on his tip toes and gave his husband a quick kiss. “How was therapy?” he asked, climbing into their large bed. Bruce just gave him a look ™ that basically told Danny everything that he needed to know. He simply gave the man his best innocent smile and waited for a response. 

“Jasmine has decided that we are going to approach my lack of trust in others first,” Bruce said with a sigh as he pulled off his slacks. Danny chuckled to himself as he watched his husband undress for bed. 

“Could be worse. She could have tried to tackle your mommy and daddy issues,” he said only for a shirt to be thrown in his face. The Ghost King let out a dramatic whine as he pulled the shirt off his face. 

“Starling!” he complained before snatching Bruce’s arm and pulling him back to the bed once he was in nothing more than his boxers. “Don’t be mean, I’m just telling you the truth. It’s okay to have parental issues, I have them and I’m two hundred years old!” He exclaimed. Bruce just rolled his eyes and got into the bed, pulling the covers over him. 

“I don’t have parental issues,” he mumbled, resting his head on his fist so that he could still look at his husband. “I think that you are delusional, Darling.”

Danny just smiled and moved closer until his leg was tucked between his husbands. “Whatever you say. Now, Clockwork already froze time for us so that you could actually get a decent amount of sleep before your patrols tonight so let’s not make him wait any longer. You could truly use some rest you know. I can see the bags under your eyes and it makes me worry,” Danny said, cupping Bruce’s face in his hand, running his thumb along the darkened skin under one of Bruce’s eyes. 

Bruce placed his hand over Danny’s and smiled. “I don’t know what I did without you. You know that, right?” He said quietly, staring up at his husband and falling into those cerulean blue eyes. “Dick was so happy after the two of you went to lunch. And I know you are planning on going out with Jason sometime this week to bond with him, he’s going to have a wonderful time.”

“I don’t know what you did without me either. But it’s fine, we don’t have to think about that anymore. I’m here now,” he said, thumb now moving to trace up and down Bruce’s cheekbone with cold, feather like touches. “And I know, I’m still figuring out what we are going to do. Don’t worry, we won’t go out and kill the Joker. Even though I really do hate clowns and have clown trauma of my own.”

At this Bruce made a pained face. “Do I even want to know what happened?” He asked. 

Danny’s face darkened ever so slightly. “T’was a dark day in Amity Park,” he said solemnly before his face brightened up once more. “I was thinking about taking Jason out for drinks or maybe we can just do some light torture with the Joker. I don’t know yet but I want to get to know him better. I feel for him, I really do. I remember how lost I felt when I came back from dying. It’s really scary and you feel all alone. I don’t want him to feel alone anymore, now when I’m here to help him out along the way.”

“Well, I suppose that’s better than you outright murdering him,” Bruce said with a sigh. 

Danny just smiled at him, the corners of his eyes scrunching up ever so slightly. “I may not completely understand it, but I am trying to respect your wishes. The only time I’ll go against your no killing rule is if one of your rogues hurts my kids,” he said causing Bruce’s heart to soar. Danny had already taken his kids in as his own and loved them with everything in him. Bruce had never thought he would ever find someone who would not only accept Bruce as he was and work with him on the things he struggled with but also accept his kids and their nightly adventures. Danny did all three. He legitimately wanted what was best for Bruce and his children. It was why he had managed to convince Bruce into going to therapy, why he and Dick were now able to have weekly phone conversations without it turning into an argument. It was also the reason why Jason had actually come home the last two Sundays for family dinner. 

Danny was just wat this family needed and Bruce would never be able to truly show him just how thankful he was to have the ghost in his life.

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[theautisticfroglord]

helpless

pairing - tiny Julius x reader (PLATONIC)

fic type - hurt-comfort

warnings - death (not major character), Julius in danger

notes - I have a lot of writing ambition lately!! enjoy :3

One fateful day, Julius was fighting the leader of the Eye of The Midnight Sun. Julius was the one that lost, after he saved the kingdom with his magic. Julius passed away after this fight. When you found out, you were heartbroken. Your mind was racing, your boyfriend had died in such a sudden and unexpected way.

Unbeknownst to you, an old magic item would save him. When it activated, it brought Julius’s body back with the 13 years of time he had stored in it. You were concerned, but overjoyed to see him back, though it would be a bit awkward to be romantic with him because of his appearance. You still loved him for who he is, not by his looks.

One day, the kingdom was attacked. The attack wasn't large-scale, but still serious. The castle was only lightly damaged, and the Magic Knights took care of it quickly. Though, something else happened.

“Who are you…?” Julius asks, scared of what will happen next. Julius is on the ground, his body bruised. He’s practically unable to use any magic in his small form.

“Well… You won't be alive to know that, will you?” The tall man in the dark cloak chuckles. His face is mostly covered by the robe. Julius trembles at how scared he is at the fact that he can't do anything to stop the man himself.

The man begins to get closer to Julius with his weapon. Then, he suddenly stops. The man falls to the ground, blood oozing out of his chest area. You run up to the small wizard king in a panic.

“Oh my goodness, sweetie, you're hurt! I'm so, so, sorry I couldn't make it quicker, thank goodness you're not hurt too badly,” you whisper, cradling him in your arms, petting his fluffy blond hair. You notice the noises outside have calmed down as your device starts to chime. You pick it up nervously.

“Y/N, are you alright?” your captain asks through the device.

“Y-yes, I'm fine, I believe I have stopped the leader. The Wizard King is safe,” you answer, looking down at Julius, noticing how upset he looks.

“That's good. We believe we have all the perpetrators detained. Bring the leader to us, if you can,” your captain answers before hanging up. You feel too nervous to leave Julius alone, even though it's safe.

“Come with me… I'm worried about you, we also need to heal you,” you whisper to Julius, and he nods in response as you help him up, making sure he can walk.

You use your magic to transport the leader, who is most likely close to death or even already gone. You still bring him, so they can investigate who the leader was. You hold Julius’s hand the whole way there. Once you reach the place where everyone is, they take the man away.

“Good job, Y/N, we'll take it from here. Take the wizard king to a safer place,” the knights insist. You go back to the castle, and take Julius to his room. His injuries are minor so he doesn't need to go to the infirmary. You get him into comfortable clothes.

“You've been quiet, sweetheart, are you okay?” you ask, innocently kissing his bruises.

“I'm fine, Y/N,” Julius mumbles, trying to hide his voice shaking from how upset he is. You notice, and look up at him with worry in your eyes. You sit next to him, wrapping your arms around his tiny body. Julius accepts the hug shyly, tearing up. You feel him start to cry in your arms.

“Tell me what's wrong, honey…” You whisper patiently. You slip your fingers into his soft blond hair to calm him. Once he stops crying, you wrap a blanket around him.

“I f-feel useless… I didn’t h-help anyone, I just g-got in the way… I even had to be saved because I c-couldn’t fight,” Julius murmurs, sniffling between words.

“Julius… you couldn’t help because of your body, it wasn’t your fault… you did the best you can, my little fawn…” you whisper assuringly, holding his tiny hand. He smiles softly at how protected he feels around you.

“Thank you, Y/N… I needed that,” Julius whispers. You remember how he used to cuddle you exactly like this when he was sad. You’re thankful he hasn’t changed apart from his appearance. You cup his cheeks in your hands.

“You’re so cute, so tiny… fluffy baby…” you tease, squishing his cheeks. He blushes and pouts at how you’re babying him. He’s thankful that you still love him, just in a different way than before.

“Remember that I’m an adult on the inside, Y/N,” Julius chuckles lightheartedly as you continue pinching his cheeks.

“You’re so little, though… cute little fawn,” you softly mumble to him as you hold his hands. You adore how small he is in your arms, how oversized his shirt is on him is the cutest thing to you.

“Are you comfortable, little one?” you ask, remembering how he got hurt.

“I’m ok, my body still hurts a little, though,” Julius sighs as you bury your face in his hair.

“I’m sorry to hear that, honeybun… do you want to take a nap? You need some rest,” you murmur to him. He nods in response and presses his little face in your neck. You feel him drift off to sleep in your arms.

“Sweet dreams, tiny…” you whisper softly to him, rocking him in your arms.

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[dietmountaindewbae]

vi. stitches

alex turner x reader

word count: 4186

summary: Alex (humbug) gets in a fight, he pays you a visit seeking your help.

warnings: blood, pain k!nk, bdsm.

song recommendation: stitches by orgy

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New York Fashion Week was coming up soon, you couldn't sleep well for the past few days you were working non-stop on the designs that you'd been perfecting since your year in college began, you were scared that they would be a total disaster but your teacher the one that convinced you to help her design the dresses promised you that you wouldn't disappoint her ever, she had noticed your desire for revolution in the industry of fashion, edgy and kinky, but yet an innocent exterior, the best designer pushed the boundaries of what's acceptable and they take risky chances she had told you, a leap of fate.

The night was calm, only a record of Cocteau Twins played on your computer, you were almost falling asleep in your sketches until two hard and loud knocks in your window woke you up, you jumped like a scared cat, and you glanced at your window.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" You whisper-shouted.

"Uhm... surprising you?" He slurred, "Now, can you open the window please?" You noticed his black eye and bloody nose, and with no doubt, you opened the small window in your room and let him in, he fell on the small couch you had in your room.

"What the fuck happened to you?" There was blood coming out of the cracks of his forehead, "Alex, tell me who did this to you?" You quickly grabbed the first aid kit from your bathroom and rushed over to your room, beginning to clean his wombs.

"Some junkie" He groaned when you pressed down in the wound, "Fuckin' hell be more careful!"

"Well I'm not a fucking doctor, aren't I?!" You spat back, "Now be quiet before my neighbor hears us" You cleaned out the blood from his nose and threw away the tissue, at least he didn't break it this time but if he kept being such a dickhead with you, the odds of getting it were high.

"Is not like we're shagging or anything" God, how drunk was he? you could smell all the whiskey he had, he was utterly shitfaced, you raised his chin to check what other places he had more bruises, his nose was bleeding too, and he had a bruise on the right side of his face just below his jaw, you put your knee in between his legs you could reach deeper into his nose trail, he pulled you closer to him grabbing your hips, you exhaled loudly, "I can't believe you still wear your cross necklace after all of the things you and I did, remember?" He let out a deep chuckle, you were done with his attitude, and you grabbed him by the neck so he could look at you, "Still have trouble sleeping, love?" He said, choking up.

"Listen, if you keep this shit going I swear that I'm going to fuck you up, and even worse than that junkie, so either you shut the fuck up or I'll quick you out"

"Make me" He answered back with a cocky grin, you furred your eyebrows, this time you were done.

"That's it-" He pulled you in to sit on his lap and began to apologize over and over again.

"I'm sorry, alright? I'll stop" He said with honesty, "I don't know what's wrong with me, I know I'm not like this"

"You gotta stop drinking Alex, I'm serious" You understood why he was mad, almost half a year ago his heart got shattered, and since then he lost himself, bottled up his emotins and drank them until the bottle was empty, he kept this attitude for a long time, he began to change a lot and in the way, he stumbled across you, you knew he wanted to change and that's what you helped him to do, he let his hair grow out from that coconut hair cut you called, and let it grow out a bit more, he began to dress in leather jackets, and black boots, and a bit less tight jeans, he looked incredible, but he didn't feel that way, he had a fall out after you, even though he broke things off, he still wanted to get involved with you, and you tried to stay calm and take care of him no matter what he did, but he kept drinking and dissapering for days, you knew it wasn't like him, and it wasn't your intention to break his heart after he tried to come back with you weeks after the break up, but you didn't want to be with him, not until he got better, but you kept helping him whenever he came back to you when he was drunk, you couldn't deny him ever, and truth was he helped you out in so many ways, but in the times he wasn't there you had time to think, this relationship that you had with Alex wasn't going to end up well, or not until you knew what he wanted, it was you or the booze.

He was like a dog, that scratched your door whenever he was lost, "It's not that easy to do when the only thing that makes me feel good is whiskey"

"Did I ever make you feel good Al?" You questioned.

"What do you mean?" He said, "Of course you did, but you rejected me"

"Because you couldn't stop drinking, and you were gone for days, do you know how it feels to not be able to sleep because you weren't there? I didn't want to repeat that"

"I'm sorry" He repeated.

"I know you're fucking sorry, you said sorry so many times, but you never do anything about it" You felt your eyes begin to water, but you tried to stop them from crying, he grabbed your hands and hold on to them.

"I felt so scared to lose you, I didn't know what else to do" He confessed, "And I tried to find a way to fix things, I didn't want to keep hurting you because I loved you and I still do... I'm so lost without you" He was disorientated, so he fell on that bar stool again, trying to figure out why he always had to fuck everything up, he didn't do it, it was the effect of the alcohol that had him like this, he wasn't conscious of what he was doing, and if he was gone he dropped by Matt's he was like his brother, he opened the doors of his house to cuddle him in, but Matt was the reasonable one, he made Alex realize how much did he fucked things up, even if it was rough to him, since that moment Alex tried to get you back, but when you said no, he fell again into that black hole.

"So what's it gonna be then, me or the drinking?" You were giving him another chance, one last ultimatum, and he knew he wouldn't waste it for anything in this world, and this time he was going to do things right, he pulled you by the hair and kissed you needily, he deepened the kiss, he missed terribly the taste of your kisses, the feeling of your soft lips, he felt all of his wounds stitch-up, you wanted more each time he kissed you back, your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears, you got up from the couch and walked back to your bed, he was fast to take off your hoodie and your panties, but what he liked the most is what was under it, he reached for your hands and pinned them together on your back, he momentarily tied them up with his belt, he had something bigger in mind.

"Mind if I use these" He grabbed a piece of long white fabric.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to use it anyway"

"Well, now we're going to use it" He ripped them into three pieces, "I'm gonna make you feel so good," You began to wonder what was going up in that clever mind of his, and the answer was satisfaction.

"What are you up to Turner?" You sat on your legs, already dazed, and soaking for him, he never looked at you with those eyes, penetrating your skull, you could almost imagine all the possibilities.

"You'll just have to wait for me a little longer" He moved your mirror, aiming it at your bed, he walked towards you grabbing your arm, and walking you to the mirror, you wanted to kiss him very badly, but he grabbed your wrists and pulled you against his chest, his hand ran from your collarbone down to your chest, he kneaded them roughly. In contrast, he kissed that spot he knew will send you away, and your legs began to feel weak, at that moment he had a better idea in his head, he pulled up the chair that you were sitting on a few minutes ago putting it in front of the mirror, you sat obediently, he didn't ask but you knew you had to, "Spread your legs" You opened them as far as you could.

He let you free, took out the belt, and replaced it with the white fabric, he began to tease you with the leather of his belt folding it in half, it was cold against your skin, and the next thing you know he hit your inner thigh with it, instead of you complaining you moaned, you followed him with your eyes and he switched to the other side smacking it as hard as the same time, you couldn't handle it any longer, you tried to untie yourself and reach down to rub your clit but he smacked your hand away.

"Unsatisfied little girl?" He ran the belt thru your collarbone, "You want more?"

"Yes," You whispered, "I want more, Alex" You knew his games, you knew that calling him Alex when he was like this, he felt he had power over you, and you liked it, you liked feeling the leather against your skin whenever he hit it, his hand reached to your neck, he kissed your lips teasingly.

"I want you to keep looking at the mirror the whole time, alright?" You nodded, "It's a yes or no question, not a nod, I want to hear it"

"Yes, Alex" He smiled and pecked your lips once more, his finger went down to your sensitive area that was throbbing for him to touch, you saw how his fingers went in and out of you first, how his thumb rubbed your clit in circles making your legs shake, moans fell out of your mouth each getting louder, you saw in your eyes how you were pleased and needy for more, each time he went deeper inside you, he went faster and slowed down when he felt you were getting wetter, "You're fucking crazy"

"About you" He went faster, and you saw the veins in his hand that made you go insane, "And you're crazy for me too" He stated, his voice raspy and deep but yet sweet, his fingers reached deeper inside you hitting that spot that made you cry out his name, but when he took them out you complained, you saw his finger covered in your wetness and he tasted them, humming at your taste, he pushed the chair back allowing to get in between your legs, "Babe, this time I want you to look at me for a moment," He said sweetly, he smiled a strand of hair that fell, he rolled it behind your ear, "Remember the letter I gave you?"

"Of course," You smiled at the thought, "I framed it" He glanced at the frame that was right next to a figure of Mother Mary.

"I meant every single word in that letter, My mouth hasn't shut up since you kissed it, the idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain" He determined, "And I will always choose you,"

"I promise to help you when you need it the most, I love you," You said with despair, "I love you so much, the days I wasn't with you I felt how my heart shuttered, but when I'm with you it blooms" He cupped your cheeks kissing you tenderly, and lovingly, it was unlike any kiss you shared, "Promise me these kisses you've given me will be like this every day"

"I promise" You felt relieved, you didn't have to worry about him anymore, he promised to stay with you, it was like you could breathe after a long time of feeling sick, you felt cured, "Now where were we" He smirked, he kissed your inner thigh getting down on his knees and put your legs over his shoulders, you looked in the mirror, saw your nipples hard, and your skin filled with goosebumps, his hair made you feel tickles, you wanted to touch it, pull it and run your fingers across it, but it was almost impossible, he parted his lips and gathered up spit to lather you up, it was hot against you, his tongue went in circles on your clit and he spread his spit to blow some cool air on you, you gasped and arched your back throwing your head back.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me, fucking me so good" Your words were torturing him now, but they turned you on as you looked at yourself in the mirror, hot and tight for him, your eyes were dark, filled with lust and tearing up from the pleasure.

"You love looking at yourself like this, don't you?" You were the one who ended up fucked up, but you were glad you did, you needed it... you needed him, "You get so fucking wet for me, dirty little fuck"

"I want you so hard Alex, fuck me... fuck me everywhere" You cried out, in his mind, a plan was beginning, he took your legs off his shoulders and got you up, your legs around his torso he bend you over on your wooden desk, cheek pressed against the rough area, you heard the zipper of his jeans open but he went to move the mirror, he wanted you to watch everything he did to you.

"I want you to look at me thru that mirror, I want you to see how I fuck you, how you come in my cock, how I moan your name, how you moan mine" Giving you a hard smack in your ass, and grabbing it possessively, he slipped inside you and your eyes rolled back, you gasped each time he pushed himself inside you, felt yourself self spiraling down a hole, he made a mess of yourself you could see it so clearly, and you saw him enjoying every part of your body, his eyes were focused on the mirror and then they looked thru you with a smudge smile that made you feel wanted, his lips were parted making obscene deep noises, he pushed himself deeper your mouth fell wide open, your walls getting tighter, then he pulled you forward, you could see your reflection, his lips attached to your neck as if he was a vampire sucking your blood, you were speechless you wanted to say something but you couldn't he was fucking you so good all you could do was whine, scream and moan.

When he had enough of the table, he dragged you to your window you could see your reflection, your eyes shut Alex making you his, the sound of your skin colliding against his, his fingers traveling down to your heat circling, pressing it down, "Alex, what are you gonna do with does pieces left, huh?" You breathed out.

"First you're gonna cum for me, and then you'll see" He covered your mouth with his hand, and kept going harder surely living your ass red but you liked it, you liked seeing the after results from the hard sex he was giving to you, you had never felt so hot, he made you feel ways no man could ever make you feel, you knew you could die for him, it was so easy to fall into his arms, he comforted you, and he made you feel better than ever, he buried himself inside you reaching and pushing that button that made your legs shake uncontrollably, your covered his dick in your cum, just like he wanted, for a moment you thought you were done, he untied your hands and you fell forward gripping the frame of your window, trying to catch your breath, "I think that's enough for you" He pulled out of you, you sat in your window frame, still trying to compose yourself.

"No...n-no, I can... handle more" He looked at you, he was still fully dressed with his eyebrows frowned.

"Really?" He walked closer to you, and you said yes with no hesitation, "Beg for it" Getting on your knees you cupped his hands and ran them over your body, you took his hand down to your heat, even if it was sensitive you craved for more, you took his pulsing cock inside your mouth, he groaned pulling your hair so you could look at him in the eye, you were begging with them, hopeless but he stands firm trying to not let you get to him but he pushed your head making you gag around him and then let your head free.

Your tongue brushed the tip, and went in slow circles just to build him up, "Pretty please baby?" You asked sweetly, he smiled at you and brought you up kissing you passionately, you felt relieved, he laid you down in bed taking the remaining pieces of fabric and your wrist, he tied it to the corner of your bed and did the same to the other one, lastly, he sat on top of you.

"Be good to me" He said.

"Always" You answered, he covered your eyes the fabric was a bit transparent allowing you to see a bit but not too much, your room was pitch black except for the natural light of the moon that gave you some clarity, you felt his soft hands caressing your bruised warm skin, he quickly took his jeans and boxers in one drag, you heard the sound of the denim hit the floor, you wanted to rip his shirt off but you were helpless, he threw his shirt away you couldn't see it but you felt the need to run your hands over his chest, you could imagine his body a picture that you could easily draw with your eyes closed, he put his hands on either side of your head, you kissed his wrist and smiled, he took you by surprise when he opened your legs as far as you could, he aimed himself at your entrance and thrust his hips forward, he lifted your lower body grabbing your waist roughly and he got on his knees, you felt him deep inside you, writhing his cock as best as you could because he felt so good but you stopped as you had to be patient and keep your promise, even if it was hard to stop yourself but you didn't want him to stop.

He pushed his hips back and slammed his cock inside you, you moaned trying to unleash yourself but it was helpless you felt your skin fill with shivers, trying to concentrate on the pleasure and not the struggle, he sent you flying when he hit that spot once more, you felt how your cum was dripping down to your leg, you felt so sensitive feeling him so deep, stroking your walls it was just a few thrust until he made you cum again, you also felt him close but he changed the position, your legs up together, and he kept fucking you senseless, "You're a dirty cunt, coming all over me cock, I'm gonna cum all over your face" You groaned when he speeded up, going faster each time he pushed his dick inside you, tears rolling down your cheek.

"Please come all over me, I wanna taste you" Even if you were tired you felt it again, forming in the pit of your stomach, but this time every time he thrust you could picture vividly your skin against his it made you feel so turned on you couldn't handle it anymore, Alex was in awe, impressed by how loud were your moans and the praises of his name, that filed his pride he rubbed your clit in circles, and you came in hot on the bed, you cried out and yelled, he slowly pulled out of you and took your blindfold off, "Alex?" He was impressed, with what you did but you didn't know what just happened.

"I love you so fucking much," He said with a chuckle, "Fuck babe" He ran his hands thru his messy hair, "You made a mess"

"I'm sorry I couldn't... I didn't..."

He covered your mouth, and you were drowned in embarrassment, "It's ok... more than ok! That's the hottest thing I've ever seen you do or like the second I don't fucking know, let's make a mess..." He stared at your eyes which were almost as wild as your hair, "Lioness"

"Fuck off"

"Bet you don't want that" He pulled your blindfold down covering your eyes again, he put his leg in between yours, propping his cock inside you, and put your other leg on his shoulder for leverage, pounding his cock inside you, he felt himself closer but he wanted more from you, "I want you to come again, do that for me doll" You were gasping for air, he was being so rough, but you loved it, there were so many emotions that you were feeling, you didn't know if you could handle more, yet you wanted to feel it all at once like a wave.

"Alex, I-I...can't" He licked his thumb and rubbed your clit in hard circles, pressing it down, you grasped the leashes feeling it again, you couldn't compose yourself anymore, he kept pounding your cunt slow but deep, you were fueled with satisfaction, he could see it.

"I know you can do it, relax babe" He slowed down, and his thrusts began to slow down but still reached to press those buttons one last time, you gasped for air, feeling your heart speed up and slow down, you were dizzy the waves of pleasure washed over you, your mind clouded with lust, he quickly pulled out of you, taking your blindfold off now it was your time to help him, you took him in your mouth once more, he grabbed the bed frame while he pushed his hips to fuck your mouth, you gagged and gasped until he came in your mouth, he didn't even have to ask for you to swallow, "Good girl" He untied your wrists, you felt your whole body trembling, and even that didn't stop you from fetching your sketchbook.

"Thought that you were tired, babe" He cupped your cheek and kissed it.

"Fashion never sleeps"

"But you and I do" It's true, but he gave you inspiration for another piece, never the less he grabbed your book and took it away from you, "You have to sleep, darlin'"

You frowned, you knew he was right, "I know but I have this idea on my head I have to draw it, it's gonna be quick, I swear" He handed it over to you, and he laid down your chest and saw you draw the new piece, you had the idea of a skirt and a shirt that had ripped pieces of white fabric, maybe the top could be a long sleeve that reached to the hand, maybe it could go with boots, but you could figure that out later, when you finished you smiled at it, Alex loved to see how you carefully drew every last detail, you were patient and that was what he loved about you the most.

"Brilliant" He took a closer look, he knew how special you were, "Are you sure these are sketches?" You answered with a chuckle, he flipped thru the pages until he ran across a drawing, it was the profile of a man with long hair, he flipped to the next page and saw a full drawing of his face, you had a vivid picture of him, of his defined jaw, and nose, his big brown eyes, his bushy eyebrows, and his thin and broken lips that you yearned to kiss, he didn't have words.

"You like it?" You asked, you didn't like how quiet he was for the first time.

"I fuckin' love it... you made me look good for the first time" You groaned, and rolled your eyes.

"Don't be like that Alex, you always look good"

"Now it's me turn to draw you" He sat like a little boy with a big smile, and he began to draw your eyes.

"Make me look pretty"

"You're not pretty, darlin'" Your eyebrows pushed together, "You're gorgeous"

A/N:

Hope you didn't think I would actually write smut to a Shawn Mendez song, and I also hope that you listen to the song it's very moody. love u <3, i hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the intensity wasn’t too much for you, anyways let me know if you would like more chapters like this. 

#alex turner smut #alexturnesimages #alexturneroneshots #alex turner #arctic monkeys one shots #arctic monkeys #matt helders #humbug #2009 alex #humbug alex

[teaberrii]

Chapter 12: I Do (My Worst Enemy is a Cat) END

Final chapter.

Human by day. Cat by night. That’s how Scaramouche lived until you came back into his life.

Scaramouche/You

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3.

The chapter index for this story is at the end of chapter one.

Chapter warnings: Sexual content/smut. If you aren't a fan of that, skip to the "..." when you sense it coming.

The second time you see Scaramouche cry is at the wedding. As soon as he sees you in a beautiful classic wedding dress, he takes a breath, desperately trying to keep his emotions at bay. But the closer you got, the more difficult it became.

Finally, when you take his hand and step in front of him, Scaramouche has to look up to stop the tears. He takes another breath. But, as he looks at you again, he smiles, and the tears begin to fall. You're everything to him. The sun. The moon. The stars. He can't imagine a life without you; now, he never has to.

As soon as you see him cry, your emotions overwhelm you so much that Scaramouche has to gently wipes away a few of your own tears. He wraps his arms around you, and you hear cheers from your family and close friends in the crowd. Then, he whispers, "You look beautiful, my love." You're supposed to be used to his nicknames, but this one just moves the tears on.

You aren't fully prepared for what's to come when it comes time to exchange wedding vows. You're expecting him to take out a piece of paper, but instead, he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes.

"We started with a punch that left me speechless in more ways than one. I was curious, curious about this girl who soon haunted my thoughts. You became a friend, someone who made me smile, even in our childish fights. Our time apart made me realize what I lost… what could've been if only I had the courage.

"So, when you came back into my life, I knew I couldn't let you go… not if there was even a slight chance that I could make up for the lost time. A chance to prove how much I love you as a friend and a man worthy of standing by your side through good and bad times.

"...You're my everything. My best friend. My confidant. My other half." You had to wipe away a few tears at this point. "I love you and always will for the rest of my life."

It takes you a brief moment to gather yourself. But, after taking a small breath, you slightly smile at him.

"Our first meeting was unlike a romance from a movie or fairytale. But, I wouldn't change it for the world. We never said we were friends back then… but you made me feel happy and loved. It wasn't until our time apart that I realized how much you meant to me. You pushed me to be better and accepted my shortcomings.

“You came back into my life like a male protagonist of a romance novel, which makes me think… perhaps there is something like soulmates. You’re the reason I believe in fairytales. Thank you for accepting me for all that I am. Thank you for supporting and loving me unconditionally. I know I haven’t made it easy.

"You're my best friend. My anchor. My one true love. I love you and will always for the rest of my life."

You find it funny that you have the same endings when you never discussed your vows with each other beforehand. Scaramouche touches your cheek, and you resist the urge to kiss him.

When it comes time to exchange wedding rings, Duke, your ring-bearer, walks down the aisle in all his fluffy cuteness. He is the star of the show, and you can't help but smile as he stops in front of you and Scaramouche and stares at you with wide, innocent eyes.

After Scaramouche slips a gorgeous diamond ring onto your finger and the words are said, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss that makes you lose all sense of thought. Then, he picks you up, slowly spins you around to loud cheers, and claps as the sun sets over the horizon.

Instead of throwing a bouquet, you toss a cat plushie where whoever catches it is chosen to adopt a cat from the local shelter if they can. When your sister is the one who catches it, you almost laugh as she has been vocal over the past few months about getting a cat.

“Is this a sign?” she asks.

“Probably,” you say.

Then, Childe walks up to her and says, "Better start thinking of names now."

You and Scaramouche glance at each other. “You two know each other?” you ask.

“Not well… we just met,” Lumine says.

"Well, if you want to be more specific, we met an hour ago when we were grabbing drinks," Childe says. You narrow your eyes at your friend, who smiles. "I like to be liked by many." When the music starts to play, Childe instantly looks at Lumine and holds out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

You swear you see a faint blush on your sister’s cheeks. She glances at you, and you gesture for her to take Childe’s hand. So, she does. As Childe leads her away, you shake your head. “Life’s full of surprises.”

Scaramouche holds out his hand to you. "May I have this dance?" You take it, and he instantly pulls you in for a kiss. But, before you can deepen it, he pulls back, and you pout. Then, his low voice comes beside your ear. "There's many more where that came from."

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Within the same week of your wedding, you and Scaramouche jetted to the Maldives for your long-awaited honeymoon. Day after day, you enjoy scuba diving, breathtaking views, long beach walks and eating great food. But what really stands out is Scaramouche has stayed human the entire time.

Finally, Scaramouche takes you on a sunset cruise where you're enjoying a gorgeous view of one of the most incredible views of the sunset you've ever seen. He's hugging you from behind, and you lean into him as he kisses your head.

"You know, I miss the cat you."

“Because I was too cute?”

“I mean… Duke is cuter, but hey, we can’t all be winners.” You smile when Scaramouche gives you a deadpan look. “It is cheesy to say that I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy?”

He chuckles. “That means I’m doing my job.” You hold his hands tightly. Then, his breath fans against your ear as he says, “But… I want to make you even happier.”

Your back hits against the bed's silk sheets in your resort room that night. Scaramouche is on top of you. His body moulds against yours as your tongues dance together but ends with him wrangling yours into submission. His hands snake under your blouse, leaving a hot trail in his wake. Soon enough, you're lying naked underneath him, and his clothes join yours in the messy pile on the floor.

He kneels before you, his heated gaze travelling down your body. Your cheeks are flushed as you watch him dip his head between your legs. You gasp when you feel his tongue delve into your velvet folds. He starts off slow, relishing in the breathy moans he draws from you. His hands grab your hips, lifts them slightly, and plunge his tongue deeper into your sex. You taste delicious, and he needs more.

"Oh. Oh, God." Your hands grip the bedsheets so tightly that your knuckles turn white. You bend your knees and subconsciously spread your legs wider. Then, slowly, you start slowly rocking your hips as Scaramouche's tongue curls inside, drawing out a prolonged moan.

Suddenly, you feel empty and whine softly as you watch him lick his lips with a slight smirk. He's above you once again. His hand is beside your head, and the other tantalizes your sex. He slides two fingers inside and moves them in a scissor-like pattern, and he feels your insides move with him.

His lips play with yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. “What do you want, love?”

“...You,” you say breathlessly.

With one last gentle bite of your bottom lip, he says, “I’d like to see you beg, but I need you. Now.”

As you feel him press against your clit, you grip his shoulders in anticipation. When he finally slides inside of you, you groan, and your toes curl inwards. Scaramouche rests a hand on the headboard and slowly pushes himself deeper, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you roll yours up once. He takes that as a sign. Soon, he's rocking his hips into you.

The bed shifts with every movement. Your pace matches his, and your nails dig into his skin as he goes faster and harder. Soon, the room echoes with the rhythmic thumping of the headboard and moans and grunts as Scaramouche plows into your body. You're relishing in the pleasure of every roll of his hips. Then, he grabs one of your legs and hikes it higher.

The fierce tremors of pleasure that overtake your body have you seeing stars. His mouth finds yours in a heated kiss. Your tongues engage in yet another dance where they never leave each other. Every breath he allows you to take is a gasp or moan that spurs him on. Your hands are on his back, squeezing him tight as your body spasms uncontrollably with each slam into your body until…

Scaramouche breaks the kiss as if he knows, and you scream from your release. He grunts, and his hands find and grip your hips so tight you know it'll leave a bruise. Suddenly, he pulls out and dirties the sheets with his release. Your mind is still in a haze, but you still say, "...You could've asked."

A smirk tugs at his lips. "I don't think you were in the right mind to make a logical decision on that, princess."

Good point. Both of you are panting in unison as you stare at each other. Then, you pull him back on top of you. "...Well, I am now."

Your hand runs down his body just as his low voice comes near your ear, "What do you want, love?"

"...I want more."

You feel him slightly harden against you as he kisses your lips. “...Who am I to refuse such a request?”

And, that night, he fulfills you again… and again.

…

…

…

Childe steps out of the shower and feels a sudden adrenaline rush. He clutches his heart as he hears one loud heartbeat in his ears. His body feels like it's on fire, and he grabs the sink to steady himself. What's going on? Is it a heart attack? His heart is beating faster and faster until another loud beat sounds in his ears, and he doubles over in pain.

Then, everything turns black.

When Childe comes to, he rolls over. Why does everything seem strangely bigger? Is he dead? He slowly gets to his feet but finds that something is off. Very off. He takes a step forward and another and another. Then, he runs to the nearest mirror and sees not himself but an orange cat staring back at him.

What. Just. Happened.

End Notes:

Aaaand the cycle starts again... XD. This story started as a 'haha, what-if' idea, and I gradually fell in love with it. Thank you to everyone who made it to the end. I really enjoyed reading the comments. It was super motivating to see many people loving the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I'm still not over you and Scaramouche, honestly. XD I think it'll take me a good minute to move on from this, but I already have another idea brewing in the works. As a teaser, it is an Alhaitham story. If you want me to add you to the Tag List, let me know.

But, uh, gotta give some love to Xiao first. T_T.

Hopefully, I'll see some of y'all in another story. But whether I do or not, stay safe and take care~

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[cubicle-eyes]

Lovers Rock

Reader is Robin's brother

"..Listening to Lovers Rock, and I want to tell you something.. something that you already know "  ~ <3

Eddie Munson x M!Reader

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Robin had invited Nancy, Vicki, Steve, and Eddie over for a sleepover. Y/N, of course, was forced to join them. So far the night was uneventful but happy and light. Robin seemed to basically glue herself to Nancy. Vicki, Y/N's long-time best friend, casting her longing glances, and Y/N felt bad for her. He manuvered over to her, scooting away from Steve and Eddie to sit next to her in the corner. She glanced up at him.

"Sorry. Am I dapening the mood for you?"

"Nope. Sorry Robin's making you a third wheel."

"She isn't! She... Okay, she is."

She sighed in defeat, leaning he back of her head against the wall and shutting her eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Y/N pat her knee.

"We both have unrequited loves, how dramatic."

Y/N sighed dramatically, placing his hands on his chest and falling away from Vicki, landing on his back. Vicki jumped, making a suprised "Ah!" noise before giggling. Y/N sat back up, grinning.

"Feel a little better, Vick?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

Y/N scoot closer to her, and Vicki leaned against his side. Y/N couldn't see Eddie casting him longing looks, or the jealousy that sparked in his eyes as Y/N and Vicki chat, trying to distract eachother from their crushes, leaning on eachother. He turned to Steve.

"Are they.. dating?"

"Who? Y/N and Vicki?"

"Yeah, them."

"God, no. They're best friends. Why?"

"Well, look at them. They don't look like 'just friends'."

Eddie grumbled, and a smile slowly creeped  across Steve's face.

"You're~ Jealous."

"What!? No I'm not!"

"Oh come on, Eddie."

"What's there to be jealous of, huh? Y/N? Hah!"

"Eddie, you're jealous of Vicki!"

Eddie was silent, sliding his eyes to Y/N and Vicki again as they laughed, and this time Y/N's eyes met his, and Y/N's smile died down, turned into a small, genuine smile as Eddie noticed his ears had turned red from across the room. Steve grabbed his shoulder and he jumped, breaking eye contact to slap Steve's hand away. Steve laughed, and Eddie groaned, falling backwards. Vicki caught Y/N staring at them, and she nudged his side with her shoulder.

"Steve or Eddie."

"Eddie." Y/N sighed airly, then he snapped back into reality as Vicki snickered, standing. Y/N grabbed her ankle and she squealed, kicking his hand playfully off. Vicki sneered at him playfully, putting her hands on her hips. A quick glance behind her showed Robin whispering to Nancy, and Nancy nodding as both of their eyes drifted to Vicki. Y/N stuck his tongue out.

"Where are we all sleeping, huh Rob?"

"Yeah, cardinal. You making our guests sleep on the floor?"

Y/N teased, standing up. He stepped back over to Steve and Eddie, standing beside Eddie's back. Steve was smiling at Eddie's flustered face. Robin smirked.

"Nancy and Vicki are sleeping with me in my bed. Eddie and Steve can sleep in yours."

"I have a pull out bed. Steve can sleep on there."

"And Eddie?"

Vicki asked innocently, and Y/N stared her down.

"With me, duh."

"I didn't agree to this."

Y/N turned to Eddie, crossing his arms at the metalheads playful expression.

"You rather cuddle with Steve all night, Munson."

Steve scoot away comically from Eddie, and the room laughed. Y/N helped both boys up.

"Bet you the girls fall asleep first."

"Bet the boys fall asleep first! I CHALLENGE YOU!"

"Fine! Losers have to accept all of the sleeping pranks you can possibly pull on us."

"Deal."

Y/N shook hands with Robin, and she quickly pulled away and grabbed Robin and Vicki, turning to race down the hallway to their shared room. Y/N gasped, dragging the boys behind him to enter as well.

Since everyone was already changed into comfy clothes, Y/N pulled the bed tucked away underneath his out, and threw a pillow and blanket on it. He went to pull his shirt off and glanced at Eddie.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Nope. You don't either?"

"Nope."

Y/N pulled his shirt off, lying closest to the wall. Eddie joined him, and the two snickered at Steve awkwardly trying to situate himself comfortably on the bed below them, since he was the only one left not lying down. Y/N glanced at Vicki, who had a huge smile on her flushed face as Robin held her close, cuddling her head into her neck. Nancy poked her head up from the wall, sticking her tongue out at the boys. Her arms were wrappee on top of both girls, and Y/N giggled.

"Two bitches, Wheeler?"

"Better than zero!"

She called back, and Robin sleepily cheered. Vicki giggled. Y/N rolled his eyes, reaching over Eddie absent mindedly to switch out the lamp.

Y/N laid on his back like Eddie, their shoulders grazing lightly. Y/N hoped the darkness from the room hid his blush, despite the moonlight pooling in from the open window between the fueding sides. Y/N felt Eddie shift, and turned his head. Eddie grinned.

"What?" He whispered. Y/N shrugged.

"Hey, are you and Steve dating?"

"God no!"

Eddie almost shouted, but his smile grew bigger. Y/N grinned back, like his smile was contagious. He stared at the metalhead for a moment, but Eddie didn't question him, meeting his eyes just the same. His eyes were deep, but shiny even in the dark room. Huge, doe eyes, with tiny flecks of hazel around his pupil. Eddie's face turned a light shade of red to match Y/N's as he stared back at him, studying the Buckley boy's eyes himself.

Eddie could only describe them as endless. Their color was hidden so heavily in the dark they looked like deep voids with swimming stars. Y/N sighed, and Eddie swallowed.

"Hey, you know I was at Family Video the other day and-"

Y/N grabbed his face, pressing their lips together. When Eddie didn't immediantly move, Y/N tried to pull away, but Eddie chased after his lips, reeling him in do effortlessly. Y/N moved his hand to Eddie's cheek, where the metalhead threas his own fingers on top of Y/N's. The kiss was soft, gentle, and Y/N pulled away first.

"I- I am so sorry-"

"Don't be sorry. Please."

Eddie whispered, and his tone was slightly begging. Y/N rubbed his thumb over Eddie's cheek, and the curly-haired boy sighed, eyes fluttering shut. Y/N kissed him again, this time more endearingly.

"Edds, you wanna go to the music store sometime?"

"Like a date?"

"Yeah. Feel like buying you some new albums."

Y/N grinned, and Eddie's eyes were glossy. Y/N pressed their foreheads together and shut his eyes. Eddie pulled away, kissing Y/N's nose and rolling to face the other side of the room, pressing his back against Y/N's chest. He settled more comfortably, and Y/N wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into Eddie's neck.

The moment was promptly interrupted by a loud snore from across the room. All three girls had fallen asleep in more of a pile than when they started. Y/N sat up, grinning.

"Get a Sharpie, boys. I want to draw little hearts on their faces."

"Why hearts?"

Steve yawned, sitting up. Y/N shrugged, hopping of the bed.

"It's either matching hearts or dicks on their foreheads."

"Let's put their bras in the freezer."

"On my way to do that now."

That morning was amazing, hearing the girls frantically trying to wipe tiny hearts (and little dick drawings) off their faces while they got ready in the bathroom, then having to find their bras stuffed in the freezer. The boys didn't get in trouble, since they did make a deal, but Robin was laughing her ass off all morning. Until Y/N sprayed her with whipped cream.

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-💙 HERE YOU GO FINALLY

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[thedaredevilsgirl]

Ruined Girl

Warnings: age difference (nothing too big, Rhett is 24/25 and the reader is 21) a little Smut (oral -f! getting- in public but they don't get caught)

A/N: my first attempt at a fic with my dear Rhett, although I wrote it with a lot of love I didn't like it very much but I hope you like it and I swear the next chapters will be better.

(English is not my first language so maybe there are some small mistakes, sorry for that)

Rhett never thought he would be interested in good girls, they just seemed too dull, not until he laid eyes on you.

   The sweet daughter of the mayor, everything a good girl should be, quiet and nice, beautiful in your little summer dresses, handing out soft smiles to all the residents of that small town, always so polite and respectful, the real golden girl, you seemed so similar to all the others and yet Rhett somehow knew you were different.

   He still remembered vividly the night it all began, at the town anniversary party when your parents went to greet the whole Abbott family, you were there beside them, Rhett already knew you, but to be honest he had never really seen or paid attention to you until that night.

   The way the dress fit so well on your body, the necklace around your neck with the little cross pendant falling perfectly into the neckline of the dress bringing his gaze straight to that area, the way you looked at him, almost shy. There was something in that look beyond shyness that he hadn't been able to fully unveil, something innocent, not innocent of the childish kind, just innocent of the pure kind, shame, maybe even a little desire, to him he was sure, that was definitely desire.

   Rhett spent the next three days thinking about that short moment, he even wondered if he was going crazy, of all the girls in that damn town you were surely the most unattainable, but God, he wanted you so badly and he knew he still would.

He saw you again at one of his championships, you were in the reserved area and seemed to be looking for something or someone until your gaze met Rhett's and give a smile of relief as walk up to him.

  "What are you doing here?" he asks with real doubt besides admiring how you looked even more beautiful than he remembered "only competitors are allowed to stay here."

   "I...I know" you say a little nervously "But my dad sent me here to wish you good luck, something about cheering up our main cowboy."

    "Ok, I get it" at that moment Rhett was thanking heaven that you went looking for him, it was a great way for him to put his little plan into action.

  "He would have come himself, but one of the people in charge of his campaign stopped him halfway so I had to come instead, I hope that won't be a problem..." your speech gets a little stuttered as Rhett comes even closer and touches your hair "what...what are you doing?"

   Rhett removes the blue bow from your hair letting it fall freely and loosely over your shoulders, you watch intently as he tied it over his own wrist.

   "Picking up a little lucky charm, angel" he smiles to himself as you blush at the sweet nickname "That's what you came to bring right? Good luck?" you nod positively in response.

   He was still so close, he could easily leave a kiss on your mouth, you would accept, Rhett knew you would, but the time was not yet right, he wanted you to take the first step.

   You feel his hand on your waist and can't help but be nervous at his touch.

   "Maybe next time you can give me a good luck kiss" he whispers when notices your gaze on his lips "I'm sure that will make me invincible, don't you think?"

   You don't have time to respond before a not so distant voice calls out to Rhett.

   "It's my turn, but I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again soon angel" he bids you farewell and leaves leaving you confused, affected and perhaps a little aroused behind as you thought there is no way you could be falling for Abbott's charms.

But Rhett already knew you were, he knew for sure when you showed up again the next week in a damn red dress that looked so sinful, part of him wondered how your father had let you go out in something so provocative like that and another part wondered if that was for him, oh God, he wished it was.

   "You're back angel, I hope you've been for me."

   "Your high confidence is extremely admirable Abbott."

   Neither of them knew where that sudden courage and confidence came from but Rhett had loved it. He stepped closer practically pinning you against his body and the wall.

   "So, has that brought you good luck?" You ask looking at the ribbon still wrapped around his wrist making him smile.

  "All the luck I needed angel, but I feel like I'm going to need something more today."

  Rhett watched the way your gaze went from his eyes to his mouth seconds before you left a short kiss on him just testing how it would feel until finally kissed him for real.

   He grabbed your waist and pressed his body even tighter against yours as your fingers tangled in his hair almost knocking his hat off.

   Rhett begins to spread kisses all over your neck and you are grateful that they are so far away from the public eye and there is no one around to witness that.

   "I've been waiting to do this for a few days angel" he smiles against your neck "I'm going to ruin you" he whispers as he kneels in front of you.

   "Rhett" his name comes out almost as a sigh from your lips which only encourages him to continue "What are you doing?" You ask as he places one of your thighs on his shoulder.

   "Has anyone ever kissed you here angel" you deny it and something inside him is proud to know that you will be the first "I guarantee you will like it" he leaves a kiss on your thigh before going higher and higher.

   You have to bring your hand to your mouth to keep from moaning so loudly when you feel his mouth on your clothed pussy, the new sensation being one of the best you've ever felt until he pulls your panties away from your center and finally alternating between trapping your clit between his lips and little licks.

   Your hands search for something to hold on to grabbing your head without caring about the hat now lying on the floor as he fucked you so well, he wanted to put one of his fingers in you but didn't know if you would be ready for it yet.

    Rhett was good at this and he knew it was why he had barely touched you and you were already so close to cumming. But of course luck wasn't always in his favor, he hears someone calling him, there were only two more guys left before him he had to run.

   "I'm sorry honey" he says before getting up off the floor "I have to go now, but I swear, I swear the first chance we get I will end this."

   And again you are left alone sighing heavily and still trying to recover from how everything had escalated so quickly. Rhett had promised to ruin you, little did he know that you were already a ruined girl.

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[dmysterioblog]

Can I request Agatha Harkness x R where Agatha kidnaps R because she falls in love at first sight

Love At First Sight

Paring; Dark!Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: When Agatha saw you she knew you were going to be hers.

Warnings: kidnapping, magic manipulation

Word Count: 943

A/n: Let me know your thoughts!

Agatha was making her way to Wanda’s house when she caught the sight of who she thought was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, you. You were watering the plants in your garden and you looked so innocent to her. She debated if she should talk to you or continue her way to Wanda’s. She decides to approach you.

“Hiya hun!”

“Oh uh- Hi!”

“Im Agnes, your neighbor to the left. My left, not yours,” she grinned and outstretched her hand for you to shake.

“Well I'm Y/n,” you said, shaking her hand. Agatha thought your hand was the softest thing she’s felt. “Would you like to come in for some tea or coffee?” you offered.

“That would be wonderful dear,”

Once she was in your house, you told her to get comfortable while you made tea. Agatha admired you from the living room. She couldn’t understand what you had done to her, but she knew she had to have you.

♤♠♤♠♤

Agatha had been going to visit you almost every day and each day, her need for you got stronger. She always found a way to touch you. If you were trying to get something from a high cabinet that you couldn’t reach, she would reach for it from behind you, placing her hand on your waist for support. That never failed to make your cheeks burn and she loved it.

A couple of days later she invited you for a swim in the public pool which you gladly accepted. You gathered your swimsuit and towel and you guys walked together to the pool. When you got there, you saw Wanda and the twins having fun and you decided to say hi. After you greeted her you noticed Agatha looked upset. You asked her what was wrong but she dismissed your question and told you to change into your swimsuit. Once you put it on she helped you put on sunblock because ‘she couldn’t let her best girl get sunburn’. You both got into the pool and played with the twins.

It had started to get late and everyone started to wrap up and leave, you and Agatha did the same. She walked you home like she always did to make sure you were safe. Once you got to your porch, you turned around to bid her goodbye but instead, you felt soft lips against yours. When you realized it was Agatha kissing you, you pushed her away.

“Agnes, what are you doing? You know this is wrong,” you said, feeling bad for her.

“I- I just thought you felt the same-”

“Well, you thought wrong. I think you should leave.” Agatha stared at you dumbfounded then turned around and left.

She felt her anger rise. How dare you reject her like that? She wasn’t going to let this go. You would be hers no matter what.

When Agatha entered her house, she went straight to her basement and looked through every magic book she had for a spell that would make you into her perfect little housewife. After looking for hours, she found the perfect spell. It will make you forget all your past and replace it with her. Once she had the spell, she began to make a plan to use it on you.

♤♠♤♠♤

You were making yourself lunch when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door to reveal Agatha in a purple sweater.

“Agnes what are you-” you were cut off by her placing her finger on your temple and everything went black.

You woke up in what looked like a basement. There were weird symbols on each wall, bookshelves on every corner, and one particular book that was floating. You realized you were floating as well and your hands were tied with glowing ropes. You then heard a door slam shut and footsteps coming closer. You looked up and saw Agatha again but she had a much more enchanting aura about her now.

“Agnes? What's happening?” you asked, starting to panic.

“You know, I was so patient with you,” she said, completely dismissing your question, “I tried to make you fall for me but that clearly didn’t work so I guess I'll have to use force,” she finished now looking at you.

“Agnes what are you talking about-”

“My name is Agatha Harkness hun,” she came closer to you, “but that doesn’t matter because you won't remember a thing.”

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked her with a shaky voice.

“I'm just going to erase your memories and make you into my little perfect housewife,” she explained as if it was nothing. You felt the panic rise, your breath started to pick up and tears started to fall.

“Calm down honey, you won’t feel a thing,” she said cupping your face with her hands, wiping away your tears.

“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone I promise!”

“I don’t think so.” When you saw her hand rise to your temple, you started to struggle against the retrains.

“NO, STOP PLEASE!” you felt her grab your jaw harshly forcing you to look at her.

“Stop resisting or I'll make it hurt,” she said in a hushed tone. She placed her finger in your temple and started chanting words that you wouldn't understand and once again, your world went black.

♤♠♤♠♤

When you woke up again, you were in bed, your head laying on someone’s chest. You looked up and found Agatha looking at you.

“Good morning hun,”

“Good morning Aggie,” you said sweetly and kissed her. Agatha pulled you closer to her and grinned knowing everything had gone as planned.

#agatha x reader #agatha harkness x reader #dark!marvel #fanfic #request #wandavision

[ira-hydrangea]

Twisted Wonderland Princess Tutu AU (Heartslabyul Part)

Becoming a so-called magicless student is not a part of Yuu's plan. But still, it is a perfect disguise for them and thanks to their necklace, their magic power has been sealed. 

Now the next part of the plan is searching for another blot monster. The monster from the dungeon has this dark energy that is just perfect to be harvested. If they can collect at least 5 more dark stones from Blot monsters then the Raven can be resurrected. The problem is where to find it.

-Riddle Roseheart-

You didn’t think much about this short young man but oh boy, it’s so hard playing an innocent victim. Their cheek hurt from all the smiling, they need to give.

Until this young man gives them the invitation to the Unbirthday party. Of course, as kind students, they accepted it.

The days go as usual. Smiling, laughing, and helping.

When the unbirthday party started, they must admit that the clothes of Queen of Hearts are perfect clothes for Riddle. It goes fine until Ace shows up the tarts that they make from the chestnut they collected.

Yeah... Riddle just smashes it into the ground. And this student's eyes go wide.

‘I want to curse hi-’ That is what they thought until they caught on to the dark energy that swirling around Riddle. That is the sight they hoped to see. You smirk. The target has been locked.

And so at night, Using their true raven form (Similar to Rue aka Kraehe transformation). They go among the flock of Raven towards the Heartslabyul.

Unsurprisingly, Riddle can’t fall asleep. So he decides to take a walk.

Riddle has been walking down the hallways with a scowl on his face. Lately, he caught the students that try to sneak around in the kitchen. Of course, it was [OFF WITH THEIR HEAD]. So now, under the pretext of patrolling. Riddle decides to roam the hallways and the garden.

He starts to hear some noise around the lake in the garden. Thinking that it was a student, he fumingly start to walk down towards that area. But he soon stops on his track as he notices someone in ballet clothing dancing around the lake. He soon got hypnotized. By the way, that person moves. So elegant and charming.

But soon the person's pace starts to get closer to the lake. Panicked, he want to remind them about that until his heart stop when the person just casually dancing on the surface of the water.

“What th-”

“Finally letting yourself out, young Queen?” A soft voice comes out from the person and Riddle notice that he has already stepped out from his hiding place.

“Um, this-”

“Hehe~ Relax, young Queen. I’m not going to scold you for watching me dancing.” The girl/boy starts to get closer to Riddle.

“Did my dance captivated you?”

“No. I mean Yes. I mean who are you? How dare you step inside this dorm-”

“My poor Queen. To think that your hard work to maintaned your kingdom is not been noticed. They mocked you. Your subject blame you for their incompetence and for their misfortune. It’s not that hard for them to follow the rules. But they break it so many times... Isn’t that right, my queen?”

“Shh... I mean no harm. Just try to enjoy my night in these lovely surroundings. Did you want to join me, My Queen?”

They ask as they offer their hands toward Riddle. No words can be utter from Riddle as he accepted the invitation. Soon the two-person start to dance around on the lake's surface.

Riddle absentmindedly followed the dance and answered, “Yes.”

“You remind them so many times. But instead of listening, they decide to rebel. Isn’t that what have been happening? One cards decide to try their luck to become a queen. He challanged your authority.”

Riddle gulp as each word sinks in towards his mind. He can’t look away from the person's eyes that look at him with gentleness. They still dancing and didn’t care if someone will come to see them like this.

“But fret not, my Queen. If you manage to show your absolute authority this time. No one will dare defy you again. Show them what happen if they challanged your authority. And then... nobody will dare questioning you again.”

Still in the daze, the dance soon comes to an end. As Riddle still standing in the land looking at the person's face. The person just smiled and give them something. A necklace with a bright ruby stone.

“A little gift from me, my Queen. For soon, you will need its power.” They whisper as strong winds start to come out from nowhere.

“Wait! What is your name?” Riddle shouts while shielding his eyes from the winds but the last thing he remembers is just a small smile from the person before they disappear.

Skip to the days of the duel. Riddle still can’t get forget the dance that he shares with that mysterious person. He looked towards the arena while clutching the ruby stone that he wore in his necktie.

That person's words still ringing in their minds and when the duel starts. Riddle just swiftly ended it all. Showing his absolute authority.

But just like the story goes, another start to show the same rebellious behavior. And soon a riot happened. Anger is all Riddle feels. Especially when the magicless student starts to follow suit.

“You are only an useless student that can’t do a single magic! Who are you to question my authority!”

“Riddle-senpai, that is not what I mean-” Yuu tries to explain.

“SHUT UP! I HAVE ENOUGH WITH THIS CHILDISH BEHAVIOR! IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO LISTEN THEN IT OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

“Riddle-senpai!”

Feeling a sudden burst of power, the stone around his tie starts to glow, and soon he is embraced inside the burst of red light. And from that light, a True Queen of Hearts has been born.

(Let me skip it. The fight scene is pretty much the same. The group manages to defeat Riddle with the help of Yuu.)

After the overblot:

You manage to see Riddle's memories and can feel a pang in their hearts. They saw how the young Riddle had been treated and forced and how Riddle feel.

‘Somehow... I can’t help but feel-’ They slap their face hard. No. They didn’t have time for these human feelings. This will only become an obstacle for them in the future. Acting like a human makes them weak. They must be searching for the next stone so that their mission will end soon. That is what Yuu thought as they watch the rest of the memory with cold eyes.

Riddle manages to wake up after the overblot and start crying while saying the story. The so kind Prefect offers them a tissue. And the issue soon is finished with no more damage.

“Btw, Riddle-senpai. What is the glow that appear before your overblot? They seems coming from your stone?” Ask Deuce curiously.

“Ah,I didn’t know- Wha- Where is the stone gone too?!” Riddle looks around franticly, trying to find the stone.

“Maybe it accidentally destroyed when you run amok earlier. Why? Is that a special stone?” asked Trey. Riddle stays silent for a while before shooking his head.

“...Forget it.”

“???”

Meanwhile, Grim is founding another black stone but before he manages to eat it. A raven swoops in and takes the stone from him. Yeah... he pretty much acts grumpy soon as a stupid bird manages to take his food. He will remember this.

To be Continue ⏩

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #ira answer #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x princess tutu #twisted wonderland princess tutu au #princess tutu au

[amariaamaris]

Acceptance

Bonnie Bennett’s Rarepair Bash: Day Seven

Vincent Griffith/Bonnie Bennett

Slight Trigger Warning! There is vague/brief mention of a miscarriage, if that is all triggering or upsetting to you. Please use your own discernment on if this is for you!

Vincent finds Bonnie in old ruins; symbols drawn in blood on the breaking down stones, torches made of bone lighting the area, and Bonnie in the middle of it all holding a bone torch.

There are black veins dancing beneath her skin as she reads through a black magic book. All Vincent can feel underneath the heaviness that is black magic is an aching heart and understanding. He hates that this is what has become of her, but of course he understands.

“Are you looking for my mercy, Vincent?” Vincent locks eyes with Bonnie as he steps closer, slowly taking off his shirt and kneeling in the middle of the ritual circle. He feels comforted by the shock that he reads in Bonnie’s eyes at his actions.

“No, Bonnie… I’m giving you my Acceptance. How could I not?”

Bonnie grips the bone torch harder, “W-What are you doing Vincent?” her eyes are wide and Vincent is calm. He picks up the golden dagger and places the handle in her hand.

“I’m going to be your sacrifice, Bonnie. If you are doing this, I’d rather it be me than someone that's innocent.” Vincent watches as Bonnie shakily puts the torch in its crude holder. Neither of them break eye contact even when sparks burst off of it. Bonnie has a white-knuckled grip on the dagger as she stays still.

“I’m giving you one last chance, Bonnie, one last out. You either kill me and go through with this ritual. Of which you will never be able to come back from, or-”

Bonnie agitatedly interrupts him, “Or?” Vincent gives her a soft smile.

“Or, my beloved wife, you stop this. You let go of the hate, the guilt, the bitterness. And you come home, I will help you heal and cleanse yourself. We can try again.” Bonnie finally breaks eye contact with Vincent as a tear falls down her cheek. Her free hand rests against her stomach where their child had been growing.

Bonnie startles when Vincent places his hands against her flat stomach, covering hers. “I will always love you, Bonnie Sheila Bennett-Griffith. I will love you until the stars fall from the galaxy and magic fades from the universe. By your side is where I belong, supporting you, loving you, and caring for you. Make the choice my beloved. I hope that whichever one it is, you may find true peace.”

Vincent watches as the tears escape her in waves, covering her cheeks like waterfalls and falling on their hands. He slowly drops his hands back down and stays still. Vincent takes the time to take in her beauty for what may be the last time. Then he allows himself to close his eyes.

A slight whimper escapes Bonnie as she tries to stop the sobs, but the waves keep coming. Everytime they are bigger and taller; it gets even harder for her to tread water.

Bonnie Sheila Bennett-Griffith is tired down to her very soul. She looks down at the dagger, then to the grimoire, then to her loving husband, then back to the dagger.

Bonnie closes her eyes, raises the blade, hesitates for all of ten seconds…

The dagger comes swinging down with a loud clang. The torches flare and then only the stars are lighting the dark.

(@hollowed-hallowed and @bbtvducollection​)

#bonnie bennett #vincent griffith #boncent #the vampire diaries #slight trigger warning #bbrarepairbash2022 #@hollowed-hallowed @bbtvducollection

[the-meme-casino]

🎲Madeon Starters🎲

🎲 A collection of Sentence starters based on a few of my favourite Madeon Songs. Feel free to change pronouns/names as you see fit.

🎲Nonsense🎲

“Look, I am here for you.”

“Open up your eyes, and don't look away.”

“When I hear your name, I feel the pain.”

“And now I'm backing out the corner.”

“Don't you think that I'm a runner.”

“I'll be coming with my guns up.”

“Shooting at the moon to bring the sun up.”

“I'm at the bottom we can hide and be forgotten.”

“Come closer, say my name.”

“Say it forever, we can run away together.”

“I keep on crushing on our love like this.”

“ And we don't need to say the words 'cause we're speaking nonsense.”

“ Well you said before.”

“And I'm filled with fears.”

“Well I've been ripped up and tossed like a mouse.”

“Wrestled with the heavens and devil himself.”

“Well I would give my life to another.”

“Don't say anything at all.”

“I don't wanna get pulled out.”

“Just get close to me...close to me.” 

🎲Shelter🎲

“I could never find the right way to tell you.”

“Have you noticed I've been gone?”

“'Cause I left behind the home that you made me.”

“But I will carry it along”

“And it's a long way forward.

“So trust in me.”

“I'll give them shelter.”

“Like you've done for me.”

“And I know, I'm not alone.”

“You'll be watching over us”

“Until you're gone.”

“When I'm older, I'll be silent beside you.”

“I know words won't be enough.”

“And they won't need to know the names or our faces.”

“But they will carry on for us.”

🎲You’re On🎲

“Tell me whose side you're on.”

“You have some nerve showing your face here.”

“It had been so long.”

“I thought you'd disappeared.”

“Why'd you pretend that we're still so close.”

“It was all too clear.”

“We need love.”

“Well damn girl, since you've come around, girl.”

“I need to know right now so, won't you just.”

“Lately, I've thought the chance that maybe, you could become my baby.”

“It's been so long since I heard your thing.”

“I was losing hope, thought you felt the same.”

“And it's been so long since I've seen your face.”

“Doubting my own mind.”

“That I'd been replaced.”

🎲Pay No Mind🎲

“She was dancing, she was smiling.”

"In a quiet kind of litany she accepted some defeat.”

“But you couldn't ever tell.”

“And then she asks me how we got here.”

“I told her, ‘I don't know’.”

“And if you keep on asking, I'll just keep saying so.”

“This isn't what I wanted.”

“It isn't what you need.”

“Oh, let them keep on talking.”

“Just calm yourself and breathe.”

“Don't you pay them any mind.”

“You know this happens every time.”

“And now she's off to tell a secret.”

“To a friend somewhere in town.”

“Darling, this is something I should've told you long ago.”

“I just want you to feel safe, I just wanna make you glow.”

“Oh, how you glowed when we were young.”

“Oh, why do we have to go through this every time?”

“Some days you hear it.”

“Don't listen, I will carry you.

“Some days you don't.”

“Don't listen, I will know.”

“Sometimes you feel it .”

“It's not worth it, help me.”

“Sometimes you won't.”

🎲Innocence🎲

“Breathe out, and breathe in.”

“We'll be forgiven.”

“Together, we wait for space.”

“Together, we wait for silence.”

“And I won't be the victim.”

“And maybe you should know.”

"I'll give up, and give in.”

“It's only a matter of time.”

“I'll let you chase me.”

“And maybe there's nothing to hide.”

“All that ever was and ever is, is nearly coming true.”

“All you ever see, you ever hear, will all come crashing through.”

“When you see that you're needed.”

“You fall in the hands of innocence.” 

🎲Beings🎲

“These will be times that I will miss.”

“Don't blame me if I don't come through.”

“I spent a lifetime on this.”

“But I would give it up for you.”

“Because I know what you do out of passion/”

“But it only makes it harder for me.”

“And I know that you're scared by the notion.”

“We'll become who we're meant to be.”

“Let me be there.”

“And tell me if you need time to prepare.”

“All we'll demand is the world.”

“ We'll become who we're meant because I know.”

🎲The City🎲

“There is a place in the distance.”

“A place that I've been dreaming of.”

“We can dance like there's no tomorrow.”

“I've got to go all the way.”

“I can feel the city crumbling around me.”

“I can't seem to find my way.”

“But I can see a bright light calling through dark night.”

“Hoping I'll find my way.”

“Yeah I had what I wanted.”

“It went away so fast.”

“Yeah I got to let go.”

“We can dance.”

🎲All My Friends🎲

“All my friends are watching.”

“I can hear them talking.”

“Tell me what's going on.”

“Can you take me there?”

“Can you make me care?”

“Yeah, I've been working overtime'.”

“Cause all my friends, they know.”

“If we're the same.”

“Let me let go.”

“Somebody save me from the madness.”

“Life will never be the same.”

“I'm a believer.”

“Don't call us another name.”

“We were born to the same sunrise.”

“It's getting brighter all the time.”

🎲Finale🎲

“Brace yourself.”

“Your last chance.”

“Last summer.”

“Your last dance.”

"You go out fighting.”

“Go out young.”

“Eclipse the sun.”

“For the grand finale.”

#rp meme #original rp meme #writing meme #SFW #song lyrics #dialogue prompt #romantic starters #angst starters

[synthetickitsune]

Coffee Date | Inseong | (f)

Summary: Inseong seems happier than usual and you're suspicious - but is there really a reason to be? (requested) Word count: 1.3k Warnings: none

There are quite a few contestants for the position of your favorite spot, but should anyone ask you right now, your answer would most likely be the small hidden cafe you are sitting in. Despite the limited space, it provided privacy that was hard to find elsewhere. Here, you could relax without fear - but most importantly, he could do so as well.

“Here you go, darling,” Inseong says with a smile as he slides your drink towards you before taking his seat opposite to you, his hand wrapped around his own cup. 

“Thank you,” you return the smile and tilt your head a little. He’s always your ray of sunshine, but today he’s a bit too bright, which immediately made you suspicious. So you lean back in your seat and cross your arms over your chest. He keeps his innocent expression, leaning closer to you to make up for the distance you tried to create.

“What did you do?” you ask straight away, eyes never leaving his. He accepts the challenge though, never breaking eye contact with you.

“I didn’t do anything, why would you say that?” he counters with a pout, lying one of his hands on the table.

“You’re smiling too much. That usually means you’re not telling me something, so out with it,” you don’t give in to the temptation.

“y/n you’re really making me upset now. Nothing’s going on,” he pouts harder, motioning with his fingers for you to take his hand. You do so with a sigh, because he’s cute and you love him, and also because if you refused to give him affection again, he’d be insufferable and whining. As soon as your fingertips make contact with his, he twists his hand so that your fingers lock together. He gives you a victorious grin. 

“Okay, now, what’s going on,” you roll your eyes but can’t help the amused rise of your lips. He shakes his head again, his soft smile making you crazy. He lowers his eyes to your connected hands and strokes his thumb along yours. 

“Can’t I just smile because I’m happy?” he grumbles and you squeeze his hand to make him look at you. He does, pouting yet again. With a fond huff, you lean forward and peck his lips just to make him smile again. You feel a little guilty that you doubted him.

“Of course you can, but usually there’s more to it, so I’m cautious,” you explain, making him nod. 

“Alright, I guess you’re right,” he admits with a small laugh, “But not today. Today, I’m just in a great mood.” You accept his answer, seeing how honest his eyes are and the distractingly adorable smile on his lips. 

“What makes you so happy then?” you ask playfully. You decide to pay some attention to your forgotten drink too, but he won’t let you take your hand away, idly playing with your fingers. You shake your head but comply, using your free hand instead.

“Well, I’m glad you asked,” he grins, shifting excitedly in his seat. You wonder how a man his age can still act so cute but he gets a pass. Then his eyes fall down again, catching a glimpse of the shiny band around your finger. He feels an irresistible urge to touch you, remembering the significance of the ring. He raises your connected hands, allowing your fingers to untangle. Your palms rest against each other and you see how he melts at the image of your hand being so small compared to his. He pushes against your fingers slightly, bending them bit by bit as much as you let him. He seems lost in thought, making you chuckle.

“And are you going to tell me?” you wake him from his trance, fingers again sliding between his. He squeezes your hand as he wakes up from his thoughts.

“Maybe, if you come sit next to me,” he winks at you. He just needs you close. You sigh, but of course grant him his wish. It’s a little awkward to walk over to his side as he absolutely refuses to let go of your hand for even a second. Every fond, but exasperated look you give him he returns with a happy smile and a little wiggle so it’s impossible to be annoyed. As soon as you’re seated, he scoots closer to you so your thighs are pressed together and he moves your hands from the table into his lap. 

“I’m happy because you’re here,” he smiles, “Because we’re together and I have amazing coffee and an amazing person next to me.” He lets go of your hand then to position it on his thigh. You shake your head with a laugh and squeeze his leg now that you had the chance.

“Cheesy,” you tease, but it makes your heart flutter anyway. 

“I can be even cheesier,” he smirks and rests his chin on your shoulder, “I could tell you that I need to make the most of being able to hold you like this in public, or maybe I could say that-” 

“Please don’t,” you groan and turn to kiss his forehead since he’s so close already. It makes him squirm happily again and he pulls away. He covers your hand on his thigh with his own, sliding his palm over your skin slowly. Finally he also takes a sip of his drink, and you take the opportunity to do so as well. That’s clearly a sign for him to talk more.

“I mean it, though,” he says softly, playing with your fingers in his lap. His fingers often caress the ring, turning it on your finger. “I’m just happy we’re together. I missed taking you on dates.” He intertwines your fingers only to let go again, gently drumming his fingers all over the back of your hand before connecting your hands once more. 

“We have dates often though, what are you talking about?” you ask in confusion, turning your hand over and gripping him tightly so he doesn’t take his hand away. How your roles have turned… You bring his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles delicately and his face softens again, soft shades of pink coloring his cheeks.

“I meant proper dates - outside. I love spending time with you in our homes and on the rooftops, but it’s nice to go out too,” he explains, now returning the favor and pecking the back of your hand, “I feel bad that I don’t show you off more.” 

You sigh, pulling your connected hands into your lap now. You cover his hand with your other too, purposely positioning it so that your fingers can curl over his fingertips. It’s nice, you find, to feel like your hand is bigger than his. He giggles, pecking your cheek.

“See? That’s how I feel all the time and yet you ask why I’m so happy,” he teases, smiling against your skin.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” you laugh, squeezing his hand a little tighter. Then look at him seriously, “But don’t feel guilty. There’s no reason. I love our dates at home, you make them feel more special than a romantic dinner at an expensive restaurant could ever feel. Besides, I kind of like that you’re my dirty little secret.” The expression of pure betrayal and outrage on his face is priceless.

“Yah!” he raises his voice just barely as you laugh at him, "You're my dirty little secret, what do you mean?" 

"Hm, am I? Then I should probably let you go so no one sees us," you whisper teasingly, slowly pulling your hands away from him. He stops you quickly, even nuzzling into your neck.

"Don't! My coffee will be cold by now because of you, so you own me the warmth," he argues and really, how could you fight against him when he's so close, so clingy, and your hands fit together just right.

#sf9 #inseong #x reader #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #fluff #requested

[annameowbooks1878]

I might be a bit late to post this, I pribabky should have done that in March. But as a tribute to the amazing Taylor Hawkins, I wrote a little story. It took me an awful long time to finish because I had to stop and cry every 5 minutes or so, but I finished it and I find it good enough to be here. It's been on wattpad for a while, so I'm just gonna copy & paste it.

*A Tribute to Taylor Hawkins*

TW: Death, hell.

Characters: Taylor Hawkins, Kurt Cobain, Hades (mentioned only), Dave Grohl (mentioned only), Frances Bean Cobain (mentioned only).

Theme: Not exactly angst. Just a tribute.

*Short A\N:*

*This is a tribute to Taylor Hawkins' death 3 days ago, so I will be glad to not have sarcastic comments on this. Our beloved Taylor Hawkins has died, the drummer of the Foo Fighters, and he will be missed.*

Taylor woke up in a strange place. He wasn't sure where he was, but it was a nice, warm place. He heard laughs and giggles, and flowing water, all sounds he wouldn't assosiate with Hell.

He was dead. He knew he was. The thought of Dave losing another friend was unbearable, lurking in the back of his mind along with pure guilt. He promised Dave he wouldn't leave him alone, wouldn't leave him to deal with life on his own. And here he is, dead, and without his best friend.

"Hello." He jumped at the voice behind him. A kid, about 14 or 15 years old, was standing in front of him, looking concerned. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," said Taylor. "I-- who are you?"

The kid smiled shyly. He had light blue eyes, shining in the sunlight, and soft blond hair that reached his shoulders. He had a guitar strapped on his back, and he was barefoot in the soft grass.

"My name is Kurt," said the kid. "Kurt Cobain. And you?"

"Kurt Cobain? You are Kurt Cobain?" Taylor looked at the kid again, searching for details that Dave may have told him. He saw the little scar on Kurt's cheek, from accidently falling against the speakers in a show. He saw the way Kurt's eyes looked so innocent, looking at him with pure curiousity. And the way his fingers fiddled with his sleeves, like he was itching to play the guitar strapped onto his back.

"You *are* Kurt Cobain," breathed Taylor. "You-- you're alive?"

"No," said Kurt. "This is Elisium, the place where heroes come after they die. I don't belong here."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not a hero."

"But you are," said Taylor. "You are a hero. Dave, at least, concidered you as one."

Kurt's eyes were filled with tears. "You've met Dave?"

"We played in the same band for years," said Taylor. "I am a drummer in the band of a drummer. Of the best drummer in the world, in fact."

"Yeah, he is, isn't he." Kurt smiled fondly at the memories. "So, who are you? And how did you get to know Dave?"

"My name is Taylor Hawkins," he said. "Dave found me after I left Alanis Morissette's band. He asked me to be the drummer of the Foo Fighters, and, well, I accepted."

"Wow, you must be a really good drummer," said Kurt in wonder.

"Yeah, it's not easy drumming for a drummer," said Taylor. "But he played the guitar and sang, and he doesn't have four arms and 9000% coordination, so I helped him out."

"He's very good with a guitar," said Kurt, "and I always loved his singing voice. But he was never quite good at picking names."

"I know." Taylor laughed. "Foo Fighters? Is that man for real?"

"Yep, he's serious," said Kurt. "Foo Fighters. I mean, how many people has he won over with this name?"

"Too many..." murmured Taylor, and they both laughed.

"I'm sorry you got here so soon, Taylor," said Kurt softly.

"It's okay," said Taylor instinctively.

"Actually, no, it's not. I don't want to leave Dave on his own."

"I know," said Kurt sadly. "But he'll pull through. We can still protect him, while he's in the Overworld and we're here. I've found ways, those past 27 years, to go through between dimentions." He leaned closer at the last sentence. "Just don't tell Hades, okay?"

"Hades. The god the the Underworld? Of course I won't tell him."

"Good." The smile returned to Kurt's face. "So, do you want to check on our badly-naming buddy?"

"Yes please," said Taylor.

"This is the exit," whispered Kurt. "Come on. Quietly."

Taylor followed him into a dark tunnle. It was lit by a single torch on the wall, which Kurt has taken to light the rest of their way. It was a long, silent walk, only interrupted by the sound of their footsteps and the fire crackling from the torch.

"So," said Taylor, breaking the silence. "I don't mean to sound rude, but... how are you a kid?"

"Oh." Kurt looked at the ground. "I knew you would ask at some point. Well, you see, once you're dead, you slowly get younger. I don't know how fast you get younger, I think it's random, but once you get to the point where you can no longer take care of yourself, your soul is transferred to a newborn body. I don't know how much time I have left, but you have a lot. You just arrived."

"So, you just happen to be, what, 14? 15?"

"Yeah, I'm fifteen. I don't really know how I got to this age, but... here I am."

Taylor was going to ask another question, but then a light shone through the tunnle and Kurt smiled. "We're here," he said. "The Hall of the Watchers."

They entered a great hall, with huge pantings on the walls. Taylor didn't pay much attention to the place, for Kurt has walked straight to the altar at the end.

He approached a silver bowl filled with a strange liquid and touch the sparkly water. "Show me Dave Grohl," he whispered.

The water vibrated to his touch, and settled on an image of Dave, sitting on the floor, back against the wall. He was wearing the white mourning clothes, and was staring at a drum set. Taylor's drum set.

Tears stained his face and kept flowing down his cheeks.

Then, a very unexpected person came into the room.

Frances Bean Cobain, Kurt's daughter.

She kneeled in front of Dave and said quietly, "It'll be okay. He is still with us."

"How?" Dave whispered. His heartbroken tone pierced Taylor's no longer beating heart, and he let out a sob. Kurt took his hand and held it tight, though he was crying as well.

"I believe he's watching us," she said simply. "He's protecting you just like he always had. Nothing has changed."

"But at the same time, everything has changed," said Dave. "I will never see him smile at me agin, I will never hear him play or talk or laugh again. I just can't believe--" he broke off with a sob.

"That he is gone forever."

...

Well, that was the saddest thing I have ever written. Like I said, I stopped to cry during the writing of this a bunch of times, and after re-reading this now I'm crying again...

#taylor hawkins #foo fighters #sad story #tribute #kurt cobain #music