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Implied (Future) Keiichi Kuzuryuu x Reader

Summary: This is a reimagining of the manga’s version of the Four of Clubs game, featuring a very stubborn, very smart mother hen Y/N instead of a gentle girl.

A/N: I have literally never seen anyone write for Kuzuryuu and that made me sad, because I love him. Also I know very little about how to actually take care of a baby so please be forgiving.

TW: Blood, leg injury, a crying baby

Walking along a deserted street, a man in a hat was making his way toward tonight’s game. Based on his body language, you would think he didn’t want to go, but in honesty, he was tentatively looking forward to it.

“Oh my god, another person!!” The voice of a woman caught his attention, pulling his gaze away from the lights in the distance. As he looked over, he took note of how clean she was, all glow and innocence compared to the world around her- a new arrival, clearly. But what truly surprised him was the fact that she was carrying a sleeping baby in her arms. It was rare to come across a child here, much less a baby. Perhaps it was her’s, which was why she hadn’t abandoned it yet, “You wouldn’t happen to be this baby’s father, would you? Or at the very least have seen anyone who could possibly be their parents?”

So it wasn’t her’s. The man wondered how long it would be until she gave up on it.

“No, sorry. I’m on my way to a game, so if you’ll excuse me,” He tipped his hat and took a step, only to feel his arm grabbed.

“Wait, what game? Should I be heading there too?”

“You… don’t know about the games? Are you new here?” He already knew the answer, but no point in signaling that to her. She may end up a Heart Specialist and get into his head, after all.

“Yes, actually! One moment, I was going to meet up with my friends, and the next, the entirety of Shibuya was powered down and empty except me and this little one here,” So she’d walked all this way from Shibuya in just a few hours? Maybe a Spades Specialist, then.

“Well then you should come with me. We need to get you registered for a game so you don’t end up a day one victim.”

“Woah, what?? Day one victim??” The color drained from her face, before she grabbed his hand and began walking, “What and where is this game? Is it Trivial Pursuit? Because I’m really good at Trivial Pursuit! Wait, but that’s a one winner game and this is looking more and more like the set up for a death game manga but in real life,” She looked back at him, “Did I get stuck in a death game manga but in real life?”

“Um…” He didn’t really know how to respond to this woman. Regaining his wits, he caught up to her brisk pace and pointed in the direction of the lights, “See those lights? That’s where the closest game is. And, yes, you unfortunately did…”

“Brilliant, let’s go,” She still held onto his hand as they walked, confusing the man. They were complete strangers and he’d just told her that she was walking towards her probable death, yet she continued to hold his hand as though they were allies.

Walking up to the glowing tunnel, the man spotted the registration phones on a table, three of them already missing. The already registered participants were scattered nearby, looking at them strangely. Did they perhaps think he, this woman, and the baby were a family? The thought almost flustered him.

“So what do I do?” The woman asked him when they got over to the table, “Just take one of these phones?”

“Yes, here,” Handing her one, he watched as she tapped to turn it on.

“I don’t like the fact that this facial recognition already had me registered with an ID number,” She scoffed, putting the phone in her skirt’s pocket before hesitating, “Wait, do I need to register this baby too? I mean, obviously I’m not gonna abandon it, but… they’re a baby, they can’t really play a game.”

“No, unfortunately they need to be registered… Here,” Picking up another phone, he held it up to the face of the babe, the ping of the completed registration sounding a moment later, “You keep hold of this one too, since you’re holding the baby.”

“Alright, sounds good to me,” Placing the other phone in her pocket, she cooed at the baby, “You better hope this isn’t Trivial Pursuit or I’m gonna have to kick your butt, baby~ That’s right, that’s right~”

“Please don’t taunt the baby like that. It’s… unnerving…” Nervously pulling on his collar, the man was surprised when she just laughed.

“Sorry, I cope with stress by joking around…” She placed a hand on the back of her neck as they walked over to the others, “The only way this baby isn’t surviving is if it’d be better to do a mercy killing. Other than that, I’m fighting tooth and nail to make sure they get through this with me.”

“You for real??” One of the men closest to them, with spiked, pitch dark hair, scoffed, “You really think you can keep a baby alive here? Put yourself first if you wanna live, lady!”

“Come on, don’t say that!” The woman snapped back, before taking a breath and calming down, “Here, how about we start over and introduce ourselves?”

“This could be a Hearts game, or the rules could state we need to kill each other,” The only other woman there, a stark, gothic contrast to the Mori girl aesthetic of the woman with the baby, stated coldly, “I’ll pass.”

“One minute until registration closes,” A calm, female voice suddenly came from all of their phones, startling the woman with the baby.

“Huh?” Taking out her phone, she looked it over, “Guess it speaks too… These are my least favorite part of this nightmare so far,” Then, she took note of the camera app, “Ooh! Hey, wanna take a selfie?”

“You want to… take a selfie with me?” The man she’d arrived with questioned her, utterly befuddled by this woman.

“Yeah, come on! This might be the last chance we ever get to take a good picture!” Moving in close, she held up the phone, making sure to get both them and the still sleeping baby in the shot, “Awesome! Thanks for indulging my possibly last request!”

“You are way too chipper, lady,” A new man spoke as he walked up. Short cropped hair with designs buzzed into it and a mean face, this man screamed gangster. In reaction, the woman held the baby tighter.

“Entry has now closed,” The phones spoke again, “There are a total of seven participants. Please proceed into the tunnel.”

“I just hope it’s not Spades… I’m not very good at physical games…” The man in the hat grumbled, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow as they walked into the tunnel. About 100 feet in, the woman suddenly stopped, “What’s the matter?”

“I hear something…” Straining her ears for a moment, she suddenly looked up at the top of the tunnel’s entrance.

“Wha?! What the hell?!” Just as the words left spiky haired man’s lips, a barrier fell from the ceiling, creating debris and, more importantly, blocking them in.

“UWAAAHHH!!!!” The baby had woken up due to the world shaking from the force of the barrier’s impact with the ground, only for the woman to pull out a pacifier from her purse and stick it in the infant’s mouth.

“Thank goodness I thought to grab that…”

“W-We’re trapped in??” Goth woman shouted, panic taking over, “But that isn’t the standard!!”

“Guess they really don’t want us to be able to choose the coward’s way out this game…” Gangster guy placed his hand on the wall.

“ARGHH!!” Everyone’s attention was directed to the man in the hat, who was sitting on the ground, blood gushing from his leg, “Some rubble… it went into my leg!!”

“On no!!” The woman with the baby was the first to react, rushing over to him, “Hold the baby, we need to wrap this up and restrict the blood flow!”

“O-Okay…!” Carefully, he took the baby, doing his best not to shake as she took an extra baby blanket out of her bag and used it to create a makeshift cotton bandage.

As she worked, their phones chimed again- “The game will now commence. Difficulty: Four of Clubs. Game: Runaway. Rule: Endure the four trials and reach the goal within the time limit. Clear condition: Reach the goal safely.”

“Trials? Goal? What’s it talking about?” The goth woman mumbled.

“It looks like these are the trials it’s referring to…” At a man in glasses words, everyone turned around and saw what he meant.

In the floor, walls, and ceiling were various doors and hatches. The first door was in a wall, marked ‘Trial One,’ with a timer stating the lock released in fifteen minutes. Next to that, several round hatches labeled ‘Trial Two’ were going to release in thirty minutes. Trial Three’s vents in the ceiling were releasing in forty five, and Four’s hatch on the floor was set to release in an hour.

Spiky haired man noticed a placard on the wall by Door One, and walked over to inspect it.

“The distance to the goal is written here… But I can’t read the most important part. Damnit…” Sure enough, where the number should be, instead was worn down metal.

Looking down at the ground somberly, Glasses stated, “A conjecture… ‘Runaway’ means to flee… Something will come out of each of these four doors after a delay. Perhaps it means we should run towards the goal while running away? If the fourth lock opens after an hour, and we were to run for that amount of time, then the distance to the goal is around ten kilometers…”

“Ten??”

“Game… start.”

At that moment, the timers started counting down, and their phones switched to an hour long timer as well.

“Ten kilometers in an hour is cutting it too close! We can’t afford to waste a second!” With that, everyone save the woman with the baby and the man in the hat started running.

“Can you stand?” The woman asked him as she took the baby back, genuinely concerned about this stranger.

“With help, I think I should be able to…”

“Hey, you lot! Care to help a lady out??”

“I make no promises that I’ll hold on to you till the end…” The gangster helped lift the man to allow the woman to continue carrying the baby safely.

“Thank you in the meantime…” The man got out through labored breaths as they walked.

Within the first five minutes, everyone reached a bus covered in graffiti, the first car they had seen since the game began. By the time the man, woman, and gangster got there, it seemed their fellow players had exhausted it.

“There’s nothing here except junk, and it’s not going no matter how hard I hit the gas!!!” Spiky hair complained as glasses looked underneath the bus.

“The belt is cut, that’s why. Looks like this isn’t meant to be our method of transportation…” Getting up, he began running, “Looks like we have to run! We lost time here, so let’s hurry!”

“Gaaah!! I’m at my limit… There’s no way I could run…” The man in the hat groaned, “Don’t worry about me anymore, you all should hurry on ahead…”

“But-!”

“It’s like he says,” Goth woman cut off the other, “The first trial is about to start… In order to survive in these Borderlands, sometimes we have to do callous things. If you don’t learn that quick, you won’t be long for this world,” With that, she began running as well.

For a moment, the man, woman, and gangster didn’t move, until the gangster helped the man over to the first step of the bus and set him down before walking away.

“You too??” The woman angrily called out after him, “You’re going to desert us??”

“I tried helping… But now, things have changed…” He picked up speed, quickly catching up to the others.

“Selfish cowards!!” She yelled, shaking her fist at them. Sighing, she turned to the man, “Guess it’s just you and me, huh?”

“Are you sure? You should go run-”

“Nuh uh. I’ve decided I’m staying here, so I’m staying here,” Scooting around him, the woman gently placed the baby into the dip of the driver’s seat before helping the man up and to a seat so he could prop up his leg, “Let’s see…”

“What are you doing?” He raised an eyebrow as he watched her go up and down the bus.

“In order to slow the flow of blood more until we can get you help, we need to raise your leg. By doing that, the blood will- Here-” She took the baby and handed them to him again before looking around more, “The blood won’t be able to pump up there as fast, and it should give us some wiggle room.”

“You seem awfully knowledgeable about this. Are you perhaps a doctor?”

“Hah, no, I just remember a lot. Picked this up from a medical book I read when I was sixteen for fun. I’m actually a Masters student working towards simultaneous degrees in Psychology and Religion with a focus in cults,” Before the man could comment on how impressive that was, the woman sighed, “I’ve found a Japanese to English dictionary, a space heater, a set of keys that turn on this motionless bus, and a gum wrapper, but nothing to prop up your leg,” Sitting in the chair across the row from him, the woman took the baby back and gently bounced it, “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens…”

“I’m sorry I’ve dragged you down with me…”

“Nonsense!” She waved her hand dismissively, “I’m not much of a runner, and I’ve got this little angel to look after. There’s no way I could run to some mysterious goal even if I wanted to. Besides…” Her eyes shifted back and forth before leaning in and dropping her voice as though they were being watched, “Something about this game is striking me as odd.”

“What do you mean?” The man leaned in as best as he could, voice dropping as well.

“Before I tell you my theory, could you explain what exactly the card level of this game means? You said you hoped this game wasn’t Spades because you weren’t good at physical games, while the woman stated we shouldn’t tell each other our names in case it was a Hearts game. That means the different suits represent different types of games, while the number represents how hard it is, right?”

“You picked that up quickly. Most people don’t realize that their first game, it generally takes someone explaining it to them their second or third game for them to get it,” Thinking for a moment, he nodded, “Very well, since we’re going to be here for at least an hour, I’ll tell you. Yes, the number on the card connotes how hard the game will be, with Ace being the easiest, while King is the hardest. As for the suits- Spades represent physical games, lots of moving around and exertion. Diamond games are intelligence and wit based games, and are the least physically demanding. If you were to find a game of Trivial Pursuit here, it would fall into that suit.”

“I see,” She sounded enraptured.

“Hearts,” He paused, considering his words, “They’re psychological games… They mess with your mind and your morals, and are widely regarded as the most brutal of the four suits. If possible, you do not want to join a Hearts game.”

“And Clubs?”

“Clubs games like this one refer to team battles and a mix of the other’s elements. It’s an unofficial rule that there is always a total win scenario, that it’s possible for all participants to make it out alive.”

“Then that puts us at an advantage!” She nodded decisively, “If Clubs are a team battle, then by sticking together, we have a better chance at survival!”

“But we’re just sitting in a bus?”

“Look mister, I’m trying to remain positive here, so if you could work with me a little?”

“Alright, alright,” The man put his hands up, chuckling. From the sound of it, it was an unfamiliar noise to come from his mouth, “We’re at an advantage because we stuck together while the others are only thinking of themselves.”

“That’s the spirit!” She held out her hand for a fist bump, which the man would have returned, had it not been for the bus suddenly lurching forward, “The hell??”

“UWAAHHH!!!” The motion woke up the baby again, but neither the man or the woman had time to calm them down again, as water was quickly rising around their enclosure and leaking in through some gaps in the windows.

“Oh no, you take Yuuji, I’ll stop the water!” Handing the baby to the man, the woman began to shed layers of clothes, using her jacket, cardigan, tights to plug the gaps. In the end, she was left in just a camisole and her torn up skirt, having even used parts of that to slow the water, “There, that should keep us relatively dry as long as the water goes down soon.”

“You called the child ‘Yuuji,’” The man commented, a bit surprised.

“Huh? I did, didn’t I?” Laughing sheepishly, the woman sat back down, “Don’t know why, they’re not my kid. I don’t even know if they’re male or female.”

“Well, I suppose they do look like a Yuuji,” He looked down at where he was bouncing the slightly calmer baby on his shoulder, “Can I ask why you chose to take this baby with you? You even grabbed their diaper bag.”

“Guess I felt bad about them being abandoned by their parents,” She shrugged, “Something just told me I needed to hold onto them and protect them; which makes no sense, given that it’s not like I grew up with great parental role models.”

“Maybe you just possess a natural maternal instinct, bad parents or not.”

“Who knows? Maybe you’re right.”

For several minutes, neither of them said anything as the man calmed down the baby, lulling them back to sleep.

“It seems as though the water is going down,” The man finally commented, the woman looking out the window to see that they were no longer surrounded.

“Yeah, but now it seems like the temperature is dropping fast!” The woman was right, the air was indeed getting colder, “I’ll go turn on that space heater before Yuuji wakes up again!”

“Sounds good to me.”

With the space heater on, the bus quickly warmed back up, keeping the baby asleep in the man’s arms.

“This cold must be the… how much time has passed?” Looking at her phone’s timer, the woman's brow furrowed, “Forty five minutes?? When the heck did the first trial happen??”

“We must have missed it somehow while we were talking.”

“Weird. Maybe it just passed right by us,” The woman didn’t let it bother her too much, just grateful to have not had to deal with it. Silence passed for a few more minutes as the woman held the baby, before she spoke again, “Okay, something’s been on my mind for the last half an hour, and I gotta know before we die… You were totally faking your personality when we got here, right?”

“H-Huh??” The man’s eyes widened, and he could feel his pulse quicken.

“Acting timid and stuff. Fake, right?”

“I… I…” Sighing, he looked her in the eyes, “How’d you know?”

“I sorta guessed around the time you told me about the suits. Your speech pattern started getting more eloquent, your sentences became longer, and you didn’t bat an eye at the fact that I’m working towards two Masters degrees at the same time. That last thing doesn’t really have to do with the timid thing, but it did tell me that you’re smarter than you seemed. That accident with your leg was very real, something you didn’t account for that truly did leave you near helpless; but before that, it was all strategy so we’d underestimate you in case this turned out to be a single winner game.”

“That’s… phenomenally impressive,” He stared at her in awe, “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Because I’ve been having fun talking with you and didn’t want to make it awkward,” Laughing, she shrugged, “But my natural curiosity got the better of me. I want to die with as few regrets as possible, and I’d regret not getting to see your actual personality,” Tears welled up in her eyes, and she kissed the top of the baby’s head, “I hope however this ends is clean and painless. I doubt it would happen, but if my family were to ever find my body, I wouldn’t want their last image of me to be tainted by something like decapitation, y’know?”

“Yes, I… I understand,” Moving closer, the man took the woman’s hand and squeezed it gently, “I promise you, if we survive this, I’ll do whatever I can to help you survive long enough to reunite with your family.”

“Aww, thanks,” She smiled sadly at him, “That means a lot. You’re a really nice guy, even if you are a crafty strategist.”

“I-”

KABOOM!!!!

An explosion violently shook the bus, causing the baby to once again wake up and cry.

“Quickly, on the ground!” The man pulled the woman and baby into his arms and got on the ground, shielding them with his body as the bus continued to shake. It seemed to go on forever, the shaking, as the bus grew warmer and warmer, far warmer than the heat the space heater would have been able to produce. But, finally, the shaking did stop, and the world became quiet outside of the baby’s cries, “Are you two alright?”

“Y-Yeah, I think so,” After she was helped up by the man, the woman grabbed the baby’s pacifier and returned it to their mouth, “That was the fourth trial, right?”

“I believe so,” He nodded, looking out the window, “All I can see are scorch marks, so I can’t tell, though.”

A little fanfare like tune emitting from their phones answered them, however.

“Game clear. Congratulations! To the survivors of the game, we will now supply you with a Visa.”

“G-Game clear?” The woman’s eyes widened in surprise, “You mean… we won? But that would mean…” Handing the baby to the man, she threw open the door to the bus and hopped out, running around the bus, almost immediately spotting the confirmation she sought, “The goal… It was the bus…”

“It was the bus??” The man limped out of the bus, handing the woman the baby due to feeling shaky as he saw what she’d found, “The graffiti… G-O-A-L… Dear lord…”

“Your injury saved us,” Tears flowed down the woman’s cheeks as she suddenly hugged the man, laughing almost manically, “It saved us! I don’t normally believe in luck, but tonight I think I’ll make an exception!”

“I can’t believe it, though! You were right!” The man laughed as well, “We stuck together as a team instead of only thinking of ourselves, and we survived!”

“Wait- oh no!” Pulling away, the woman frowned, “Those poor people that ran on ahead!! They… If the trials didn’t kill them, then… what did?”

“Anyone who breaks a rule like leaving an arena before the game is over or doesn’t achieve game clear… They’re struck down by a laser from the sky…” His words cause the woman to gasp, a hand covering her mouth, “I hope for their sake, their deaths were as clean and painless as the one you had wished for…”

Taking his hand, she squeezed it gently, “I’ll carry their memories with me, and push forward. As ill as they treated us, I can only hope that wherever they are, they find peace.”

“You’re an incredibly kind woman, Miss…?”

“Oh wow, we never did introduce ourselves, huh? If we’re gonna be sticking together, we should probably at least know the other’s name,” Wiping away her tears, she laughed, “My name is Y/N L/N, Y/A years old, Masters student, and guardian of this little angel until further notice. It’s nice to meet you, Mister…?”

“Kuzuryuu. Keiichi Kuzuryuu, 37 years old, attorney at law, and Diamond Specialist here in the Borderlands. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss L/N.”

“Please, we just nearly died together! You can call me Y/N. Mind if I call you Kuzu?” She looked at him so hopefully that he couldn’t find it in himself to refuse her.

“Alright, you may call me ‘Kuzu’… Y/N.”

“Excellent! Now let’s get out of this place! I’m tired and we need to get you off that leg.”

“I believe I saw a furniture store near here that we could use as shelter before finding something better tomorrow,” He offered as she helped him limp out of the tunnel, the barrier to the outside having been blown off in the explosion.

“Perfect, let’s go there. There’s some supplies to take care of Yuuji in this diaper bag I grabbed, but we’ll need to find some more tomorrow as well.”

“Sounds good to me.”

An hour later, as Y/N and Yuuji slept soundly in one of the spacious beds on display in the furniture store, Kuzuryuu stood outside and pulled out a walkie talkie.

“HQ, please respond. This is Four of Club’s observer, Kuzuryuu,” Taking off his hat, he pushed back his hair and slipped on his glasses, “Surviving players- two of six. Dispatch the cleanup squad to deal with the disposal of tools and materials.”

“Copy that, sir. Anything else?”

“Yes… Tell the others I won’t be back for a while,” He looked back through the doors to where Y/N and Yuuji slept, a small smile on his lips, “I have a player I’d like to place my bets on.”

Y/N L/N

Clubs Specialist

End of Day One of Sojourn

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A Wife for Thor Pt.12

Queen of New Asgard

12/02/2020

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 9,737

Warnings: fluff, cute babies, talks of pregnancy, angst, Avengers shenanigans, talks of sex

A/N: So this one is a bit longer than the rest, I really wanted to make sure that this one was a lengthy treat. I didn’t want to split the chapter into two between getting to the Avengers and then actually meeting them and spending tie with them. I wanted to keep it together. I hope you all like it! I had a lot of fun with it, and mostly, I just really love Thor. I want him for myself. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT repost my stories on other sites or blogs!

REBLOGS are always welcome!

To say you’re a mess would be an understatement.

At least having Thor by your side gives you a small sense of stability, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re about to meet the Avengers.

Earth’s mightiest heroes.

People so famous that everyone knows their name. Even people in remote parts of the world know they exist.

The sensation of being pulled and gliding through the air in Thor’s arms as the Bifrost glow surrounds you both in your transport is nothing compared to the rolling of your stomach at the thought of saying or doing something stupid in front of Thor’s friends and comrades.

You hold him tighter, loving the way he feels in full armor. Only because it really drives home the fact that he could protect you from anything as opposed to being comfortable.

You’re dressed more simply though not at all casual. The outfit you’re wearing was shoved into your bag with two others in case of official events that might crop up during your honeymoon.

Because dinner with Thor’s teammates is supposed to be a relaxed event, you chose the most unimpressive of the three.

The bodice consists of a one-piece made of leather. Armor would be more accurate in describing it. Though bits of it have been dyed a dark yet also soft gray-purple, others, like the right breast piece and the strip that wraps down around your left side are a natural brown. Textured with a ridged design to compliment the thinner more boned design of the gray-purple section.

Around your waist and laced at the back is another a-symmetrical piece of that natural brown leather, but along the base of it is sewn a long flowing skirt made of a cotton voile base in navy and a sheer silk light blue making the effect of it together like shifting water.

The skirt is left open slightly on the right. If anyone pays really close attention, they’ll see the top of your thigh in the sway. Generally, the dress is appropriate and since this will technically be your first public outing with Thor, it was important you look the part.

Neither of you is wearing a crown. Not necessary really, if it isn’t an official ceremony or event, but you are wearing the large golden pin that Thor had made for you to put on the left breast of your sleeveless gown.

It’s the same interlaced arches that are on your swords with a crown that looks just like your wedding crown at the center where the arches connect.

It shines bright, brand new as it is, and is a symbol of your new status in the world.

A human Queen of Asgard.

It’s safe to say that your name is known from one corner of the Earth to the other which you only just realized when you were doing some research on the time it takes for a body to decompose in a demi-damp environment occasionally exposed to heat. You’d stumbled across a tabloid page with the headline How the New Queen of Asgard Bewitched the God of Thunder.

You hadn’t bothered to read the article because it was clear exactly what kind of reporting they were doing from the picture of you, which someone had pulled from the website of your old school, sitting on Thor’s chest with a photoshopped smirk and glowing red eyes.

There were a few others you read, most of them nice and from official news sources. All of them detailing your tragic childhood and your ascension to wealth. Then your birth ancestry was exposed making you a top candidate for Queen of the Asgardians and in one article for the New York Times, you recognized the pictures of your wedding as you and Thor stared at each other in all of your enamored glory.

Anyone with eyes can see that you love him and in those pictures, you can admit that it helps you feel a bit more secure in Thor’s love to see that he’s looking at you the exact same way. How can he look at you like that and not love you? Or at least be really fond of you?

As the air gets colder, mushy gray snow lining the streets below you, Thor’s body pulls up, preparing to stand as his speed slows.

You feel him step onto the pavement before you do, then slowly he lowers you, large hands so careful with you that you can’t help but look for his eye to see what he might be feeling.

His eyes are not on you though. They’re on the crowd that’s slowly begun to gather.

They’re giving you a wide berth, but they’re stopping to look, and some have pulled out their cell phones to take photos or record video.

You can hear whispers shift through the cold New York winter air, people leaning over to each other in excitement and curiosity. Much like the crowd back in New Asgard had when you’d driven by them to get to your dress fitting and the wedding parade.

You can’t really make out what they’re saying but Thor can, and he wraps his arm around your waist, turns you to face those that are nearest, and waves.

You follow his example and give them as kind a smile as you can, despite the sudden nerves eating at you.

Shit, do you have to say something? Are you expected to?

“Hello everyone. I know most of you have seen her in the papers and on the interwebs already, but this is my beautiful and lovely Queen. My wife, Y/N.” Thor declares, but even your name he caresses with the soft shift in his tone.

“Hello?” You don’t mean it to come out as a question, but it does.

Still, there are a few people that giggle at your reaction.

A sense of calm overcomes those watching, as if finally hearing you speak seems to have burst a bubble.

“Aw yew a pwincess?” A small hand tugs at your skirts and you turn to look down at an adorable little girl with smooth deep brown skin. Her hair is gathered in two small buns, tight braids keep it neat.

All you can really see are her big brown eyes, so wide and full of wonder.

You pull from Thor’s grasp and squat down to be on the toddler’s level. She can’t be more than three.

“She’s my Queen, little one.” Thor explains, squatting down beside you. “Queen of New Asgard. Isn’t she pretty?”

The little girl giggles and nods, then reaches up to touch your own hair which has also been braided, one long in the middle giving it a mohawk look, and several other small braids along the sides to keep it neat while flying.

At least that’s the bit that you remember from this morning.

Thor had pulled you out of bed at four o’clock, led you to a chair in the bathroom and then started messing with your hair. Of course, that sent you right back off to sleep but you remember asking him sleepily at some point why he was braiding your hair and he’d explained that it was to keep it from getting all messy while flying.

That’s the last thing you remember before he was suddenly kissing you awake and then your mind was busy with the delicious way he carried you back to bed and then heartbroken when he said you had only ten minutes more to sleep while he showered.

You’re so tired.

Smiling at the little girl, watching her own joy grow in her eyes gives you new energy and you take her hand and hold it in your two.

“It’s so lovely to meet you…?”

A woman hurries over from the crowd, voice frantic as she seems to have finally spotted her little escapee.

“RUBY!” The poor mother cries, hurrying to her daughter’s side.

“Ruby,” You repeat.

The little girl turns to look at her mother while you keep hold of her hand.

“Wook mama! A Ka-ween!” She giggles and her mother slows, hesitating now that she notices you and Thor.

“Holy shi-” Her mother says, “I’m so sorry.”

Hurrying forward, she takes hold of Ruby’s shoulders and pulls her close, not because she’s threatened by you two or anything. She must be shocked.

You let her hand go as it’s pulled gently, and Thor helps you stand back up. Once you’re standing, he reaches down to take hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s okay.” You shake your head, smiling at the woman as Ruby turns to hug her leg excitedly. “She’s very sweet.”

“She’s a troublemaker. That’s what she is.” The woman counters. “D-Do I have to curtsy or somethin’?”

“Not this time.” Thor tells her, “For having such an adorable child, we’ll give you the curtsy pass.”

He’s joking. Teasing the woman.

“Thor…” You nudge him and he chuckles, amused by you more than his joke. “What he means to say is, yes. Normally you would have to, but he knows I’m already nervous out of my mind so it’s okay.”

The woman looks around behind her, aware of the flashing camera phones and the videos they must be taking. So, she turns back to you and clumsily makes a curtsy.

Little Ruby sees her do it and then turns to you and does an even clumsier version of the same bow.

“Thank you.” You manage to say, voice almost completely deprived of volume from how nervous her attention makes you.

“Yes,” Thor agrees, suddenly serious. “Thank you. Both of you, for the warm New York welcome.”

“It was nothing.” The woman says, dipping down to pick up Ruby. “Say buh-bye, Ruby.”

As they walk away, Ruby twists in her mother’s arms to look over her shoulder at you and Thor and waves.

“Buh-bye!”

“Bye, Ruby.” You wave at her, smiling at her cuteness before you look up to meet Thor’s gaze.

“See, that wasn’t so terrible.” Thor gives you a squeeze. “Just our luck that it was an adorable child to greet you first.”

“She was so cute!” You gush, wishing you could take her home.

Maybe Thor sees the deep want in your own face because he leans in and presses his lips to your temple before resting them softly against your ear.

“Don’t worry, cherub. Soon we’ll have our own little one running around the palace.” He promises.

Even though he means it in an innocent way, the deep tone and intent in his voice is also very clear and if there weren’t a lot of people watching, you’d pull him down for a kiss.

He smirks down at you, almost like he knows that you picked up on that lusty vibe despite his words being sweet.

“You’re not playing fair.” You complain.

Thor chuckles then gives the crowd, which has grown quite a bit, another wave.

“Something to look forward to when we go home.” He reasons.

“Will we get to do everything you want with this crowd around us?” You give them a look and tuck yourself into Thor’s side a little more but wave all the same.

All these eyes on you. Watching you. Listening to every little thing you say?

“I’ll make it possible, cherub.” Thor assures you.

He twirls his hammer, a near replica of the one his sister destroyed before they arrived on Earth and takes a step towards the crowd with the look of someone about to make a speech.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you look at yourself, you still look like you. Still wearing the dress you’d pulled on in the morning. Braids still in place.

Thor is still in full uniform. Still holding his hammer. But as the two of you walk through the city, no one stops to look.

After you and Thor had ducked into that first shop—a bakery that had lured him in by the nose because apparently the breakfast you’d cooked him hadn’t been enough—and emerged freshly fed, none of the people who had stopped to watch you when you'd landed were looking at you as you passed them.

Some of them even looked right at you then away as if they didn’t recognize you.

“It’s magic.” Thor whispers in your ear.

He straightens up, watching you with an amused grin as understanding overcomes your face.

“A trick my mother taught me that Loki has helped me perfect. Would you like us to see what they do? Our clothes, I mean? We’ll still see each other.”

“Sure.” You nod, excited by the proximity of magic to yourself.

Thor gives you a nod. He twirls his hammer, held loose in his right hand and it turns into an umbrella.

His clothes are neat and somewhat formal. More of a business casual with dark pressed trousers, a thick black t-shirt made of a heavy and soft cotton blend. His jacket is coal gray, with just the slightest hint of brown.

You gasp lightly, stunned by the sight of him with two electric blue eyes. No sleek black and gold eyepatch. Just two pretty orbs that blink at the shock on your face.

“What, love?” He worries, reaching down to place his hand on your lower back as the two of you continue down the sidewalk.

“Your eyes.” You shake your head, speechless.

“Oh, yes. Well, it helps me blend in.”

His blonde hair is styled too, a smooth wave of the longer hair along the top of his head. Why is he so pretty?

Thor chuckles.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teases, still looking forward.

“I’m staring,” You huff a laugh. “I’m sorry.”

But you give yourself a look and find yourself wearing a chic black pantsuit. More heavy cotton blend fabric from head to toe. It has that waterproof sheen though. Like if you spill something it’ll just roll off. Black long sleeve shirt with a higher than normal collar. It’s just a few inches short of being a turtleneck.

Over that you’re wearing a sleeveless wool trench coat with big black buttons and large pockets. The cut is feminine and left open since it’s cold but not too cold during the day with the sun streaming down.

It’ll be different tonight.

“We have these actual clothes waiting for us at the compound. I had them sent over when Stark told me that I’d be able to bring you for introductions. We can change in my room once we’re there, so we won’t be as constricted.” Thor takes your hand to his lips and gives it a kiss.

“You have a room at the compound? Isn’t it like a military base or something?” You wonder.

“Parts of it. There is a shooting range and a hangar with plenty of planes and jets. A pretty large garage with quite the selection of cars. Maybe we can go for a drive after dinner for some alone time?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, but you’re still trying to wrap your mind around bedrooms at the compound.

“Do some of the Avengers live on the compound?”

“Yes.” Thor nods, his attention pulled away from his suggestive expression. “Several of them do. Wanda lives there. Captain Rogers, Natasha, Vision, Samuel and Barnes live there now too. Stark has moved out to be with Pepper on some cabin they purchased together a year ago.

“Barton lives with his family, so he doesn’t stay at the compound. And of course, for me it has been a home away from home. The only other person that stays there but doesn’t live there permanently is Banner.

“After we arrived from our journey in space, he took to his lab and slept at the compound for nearly six months before he finally went home. He hasn’t come back to the compound since. Says he’s working on something, but he’s promised to be here for our dinner.” Thor assure you.

Sad to say that you can’t exactly be as excited as he is as the list of names, he just went through looms over you like a test you didn’t study for.

Suddenly he stops, and he waves over at another tall blonde man with storm blue eyes and what looks to be a full beard. His slightly outgrown blonde hair is pushed back, the tresses smooth and silky as he hurries towards you both, brown leather bomber jacket zipped shut over a pair of jeans.

“Oh, you’re dressed up.” He says, but you recognize him and as Thor stops, you find yourself gaping at Captain America. “Maybe I should have picked something nicer.”

“Not necessary. You and the rest of the team are friends.” He takes Captain America’s hand and shakes it before they both meet in a quick hug.

“It’s been too long.” Thor admits.

“Well, you’re a busy man now. King and all that.”

“H-How did you recognize us?” You stutter, focusing on the mystery before you instead of the fact that Captain America is standing right fucking there!

“I let him see us.” Thor explains. “The veil holds only for those I want to shield us from.”

“Oh.” You whisper, not intending to but you have no air in your lungs again.

Thor seems to read your frayed nerves because he reaches around to wrap his arm around your waist and offer you some support.

“Captain Rogers, this is my lovely and very nervous wife, Y/N Y/L/N. Queen of Asgard and if I’m honest, the love of my life.” Thor’s honest gushing, the way he sounds honest and so freaking sincere brings you back to yourself a little and with a squeeze from him, you relax.

“Steve, Thor. Please. I’m not Captain America anymore.” He says, almost as if it’s a reminder.

This confuses you because as far as you know, Steve Rogers is still Captain America.

“I read the e-mail.” Thor says, shaking his head. “I thought perhaps it was a joke.”

“Since when have I ever joked about something this serious?”

“I don’t know, I thought perhaps you might have-”

Steve Rogers turns to you, ignoring Thor for the moment as he holds his hand out and slowly you take it.

“I know I should probably bow, but we don’t want everyone knowing who I’m talking to so, is a handshake okay?”

“Of course!” You say breathlessly as he shakes your hand softly. His grip is firm, but you can tell he’s very aware of not hurting you.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He begins, then leans in towards you and whispers, “Your Majesty.”

Both of you are left smiling while Thor’s eyes are narrowed at the two of you.

“How do you find married life? Has Thor gotten on your nerves yet?”

You can tell he’s joking because while he’s talking to you, he steals a quick side-eye at Thor to gauge his reaction.

“Not yet. But he does like to eat all of the bacon.” You whisper.

Steve makes a pained look, directing it at Thor, still holding your hand in that gentle handshake.

“That’s a big no-no.” Steve agrees.

“Right?” You press, enjoying the pout on Thor’s lips.

“Alright, Rogers, release my wife’s hand.” He reaches and takes your hand out of Steve’s forcefully, but you and Steve only chuckle.

Thor pulls your hand up against his chest and with his other arm still around your waist, he’s basically got you wrapped up in his arms.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting.” Steve laughs, moving towards a black luxury sedan.

Thor makes to move forward but you pull back, resisting because meeting Steve Rogers was already stressful enough.

Now you have to go meet the rest of them? Can’t you just call it quits now?

“Cherub?” Thor looks at you, the concern pouring from him so overwhelmingly sweet that you give in.

He wants this so badly. It’s so important to him. You’ll also have to do many things from here on out that will make you anxious and stressed.

Suck it up.

“I’m just nervous.” You tell him, as if he can’t already see it himself.

“Thor?” Steve calls from the driver’s side of the car. He’s got the door open, both arms resting against the top of the vehicle.

“A moment, Steve.” Thor says, and for some reason it gives Steve a curious look on his face.

It’s almost as if he’s not used to Thor calling him by his first name.

“You have nothing to be nervous about, my love. You’ve already met Rogers and he’s like one of those dogs with the long ears and the funny long howl when it comes to sensing when anything’s amiss. Clearly, he likes you. You’re perfection, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.”

Thor’s gushing should make you feel better, and it does a little. But you’re about to meet so many people. All of them important to Thor. What if you say something that makes one of them angry? What if you and one of them—or all of them—just don’t mesh well?

“I just-I-I don’t want to, I don’t know, disappoint you?”

Thor’s face falls into complete adoration. His smile is soft but wide and so pleased. He takes a step towards you, reaching up with both hands to place them on the back of your head, just behind your ears.

“You’ve already made me so proud, cherub. You’re here, standing with your head held high, greeting the people of a foreign country with grace and kindness. You’ve made jokes with one of my closest comrades already. I have every faith that you will continue to outshine me.” He chuckles as you relax a little more. “Do you need a few minutes?”

You shake your head, reaching up to take hold of his wrists. “No.”

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you nod.

Thor slips his hands down, flicking them gently so that he can take hold of both your hands.

He pulls them to his lips and kisses them, never breaking eye contact.

He must lose concentration for his magic because as he kisses your knuckles, his two eyes turn into one as the eyepatch takes its place again.

His regular clothes turn back into his armor and your own dress shifts back into the more Asgardian appropriate attire.

“Uh, Thor?” Steve Rogers insists.

Thor looks at him and with a nod towards his body, Steve Rogers communicates the problem.

You look around and people are stopping their shopping and walking and going about their days to turn and look at the two Asgardian monarchs suddenly standing on the sidewalk in a sweet and affectionate embrace.

“Oops.” Thor smiles at them and gives them a wave while simultaneously taking hold of your hand.

You follow his lead and give them a regal wave and polite smile as he pulls you towards the car. Steve Rogers is already there, holding the back door open for you.

You get in and he shuts the door as Thor moves around to the other side and gets in too.

“You distracted me.” He accuses you, reaching around you to pinch your side.

You give a small scream of laughter then look at the watching crowd with a startled and embarrassed smile, but they’re pleased by the exchange. Some of them taking video and photos. Others just giggling and laughing along with you.

There are a few young women and men who even look envious. And honestly? Who wouldn’t?

You look and Thor and as he chuckles at your reaction to his teasing and the reaction of those watching as Steve Rogers pulls the car away from curb, you can understand their envy because Thor is beautiful and anyone, even if in the end they decide they don’t want to be with him, would be lucky to share in his love.

~~~~~~~~~~

You made Thor promise to keep his hands to himself and you’re already regretting it.

You feel like you’re going to pass out. It’s all wobbly on your legs.

Knees are buckling and you might go down any second.

Thor takes an inch in your direction, but you give him a frown and he clears his throat before going right back to the spot he’d been in.

Both of you stand in a long common room. There are two modern armchairs in a gray almost beige cotton fabric. Two long sofas in an orange sandstone color sit completely occupied.

On the sofa to the right sit two beautiful red heads. One has short shoulder-length hair with pale blonde tips. The other’s long locks in a deeper less vibrant red fall to the base of her shoulder blades.

The brighter red headed woman has a sharp face, with large bright green eyes and eyebrows that start somewhat full on the inner corners and slowly fade into much thinner lines.

They’re perfectly shaped for her face though it does give her a sterner look.

She’s wearing a plain black dress with capped sleeves and a plunging V neckline. Her shoes are simple black flats though, which she taps against the floor as she waits for you to speak. Black Widow is just as fearsome as she looks in the news.

The other woman is much younger, her youthful face round. Her eyes are a pretty soft brown, more inviting though still a little distrustful. This must be Wanda, the Scarlet Witch.

It’s like she’s analyzing every move you make.

Fuck.

Beside her sits a man with peachy skin, short blondish-reddish hair. He looks older than her, but still handsome.

Despite the appearance of his older age, he has hold of one of Wanda’s hands. Fingers intertwined.

They’re together.

Vision, your mind provides.

On the other sofa sits Steve, his eyes kind as he waits patiently for you to be ready. Beside him sits a handsome black man with an exhausted expression.

You can tell that it isn’t directed at you, but he looks tired. Just home from doing some Avengers work, maybe?

Beside him sits a middle-aged man with small streaks of gray at his temples. His face is kind, but he seems like he’s preoccupied. Like he’s got places to be or things to do.

He keeps wringing his hands slowly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he watches you.

On the far armchair is the man himself, Tony Stark. He looks every bit a king in his domain, just like Thor back home in New Asgard.

He owns the place—literally—and everyone knows it just by watching him sit there. He’s inquisitive about you, his mind clearly racing from the look in his eyes.

He’s the most analytical out of everyone. He keeps looking at you from head to toe, every shift in your stance, the way you hold your hands, or the fact that you’re looking each of them over and making your own conclusions catches his attention.

The last person in the room, and the only other one standing aside from you and Thor, is a tall beefy man with shortly cropped dark brown hair. He also looks tired, and he reaches up to rub his exhausted face with his shining black arm etched with golden veins that run through the sleek indestructible metal.

Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. Though most people still call him that, from what Thor said in your prep when coming is that he’s been fixed?

No, that’s not the right way to phrase that. He’s not a dog. He’s been deprogrammed.

You don’t quite understand what that means, but you realized as Thor spoke that Hydra had done something to Bucky to make him do the things that he’d done. Like brainwashing, though you know nothing about how one gets brainwashed.

It made you sad, that someone would be that cruel and take from someone their identity and all the things that make them who they are. You heart aches for the former Winter Soldier and he gives you the tinies of smiles. Just a soft and subtle gesture of encouragement.

All eyes in the room are on you, and you’re freezing up so you appreciate the figurative extended hand.

When you speak, your voice trembles at first.

“I-It’s so…I’m s-so…”

They stir, sitting up straighter at the sound of your voice.

Get it together! You’re Queen of an entire fucking kingdom!

You clear your throat, and with a quick shallow breath you try again.

“I’m sorry, I’m a l-little nervous. I know how important you all are to Thor and I-I know this was sudden. We were both really sorry that you couldn’t come to the wedding but I’m so glad to meet you now. My name is Y/N, and I…I think that’s it?”

Turning to Thor, you find him smiling wide, singular eye bright. He’s proud and you can see it in the way he pulls his shoulders back and moves back towards you, slipping his arm around your waist.

Both of you are wearing the real versions of his illusion now minus the coats, formal King and Queen garb abandoned in his room.

Thor’s arm is a welcome warmth.

“That was wonderful, cherub.”

“Cherub?” A snarky voice teases, and both of you turn to look at Tony Stark.

“Leave them alone, Tony. I’ve heard some of the things you call Pepper when you think we aren’t listening.” The Black Widow, Natasha, cuts in.

“Like what?”

“Pudding-pop?”

“That’s a good one.” Thor observes. “Can I borrow it?”

“All y’all being really gross.” The new Captain America, Sam, points out.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have your own pudding-pop.” Bucky sighs, moving to the back of the sofa to lean both hands on the seat and look down at his friend.

“When’s the last time you had someone call you pudding-pop, Barnes?” Sam wonders, a clear attempt at a jab.

“Uh…1943? Just after I enlisted.” He answers, no sarcasm or embarrassment about that fact.

“You both need to get a life.” Natasha points out.

“You first.” Sam retorts.

Natasha fixes him with a look of confusion before getting up and moving towards Bucky. For a moment it looks as if she’s just going to pass right by him and into the kitchen behind him, but instead she slips her arm through his metal one and leans against him gently.

“I’ve got one. Don’t I, pudding-pop?”

The silence that follows is heavy but with building energy.

Then the room explodes with exclamations of, “What?!”

“When did this happen?!”

“How long have you two been a thing?”

“Why?!”

With their attention diverted, you relax, leaning into Thor’s embrace as Natasha catches your eye and gives you a quick subtle wink.

“I thought we were gonna wait?” You hear Bucky ask Natasha over the cacophony of voices demanding information, all of them on their feet again too except for Steve who is smiling and hiding it behind his hand.

Obviously he already knew, and it’s also obvious that Natasha revealed her relationship with Bucky for your benefit and to make meeting you the secondary event of this get together and while some women would be pissed that she’s gone and stolen your spotlight, you could not be more grateful.

~~~~~~~~~~

A metallic shoulder rubs against the side of your head and you lean away, gasping because you hadn’t expected the sensation.

You’re greeted with a metallic mask, similar to those of Tony Stark’s Iron Man helmet with slight variations around the mouth. The color is also brushed silver, the body white and red. It shifts to the side a little, away from you but it tips its head down in apology like an old 18th century gentleman.

“I’m sorry. Please, excuse me while I collect your empty plates.” The robot says.

“Sorry about the A.I., Cherub.” Tony says, then gives a quiet whistle. “Hey Bud, why don’t you take the night off?”

Beside you, Thor chuckles at Tony’s new nickname for you. He’s done nothing but call you cherub since Thor did earlier in the night. It’s going to stick, or so Steve had promised.

The A.I. straightens up and puts the plates back down before moving off down the hall and out of sight.

“Bud?” Bruce Banner asks, who insisted you call him Bruce and drop the Doctor and the last name.

You have to keep reminding yourself to do so every time you talk to him. Because you can’t seem to remember, you’ve just chosen not to talk to him until you can.

Tony gets to his feet, moving around the table to lean over you, hand placed on his jacket to keep it from swinging against you.

“B.U.D.” He repeats, each letter on its own. “Buggy and Underdeveloped. I’m working on it. I’ve got their manners down. Jarvis quality though not as reliable. Vision is helping me work out the kinks.”

“I do what I can.” Vision says, Wanda reaching around to massage the back of his shoulders.

“You’ve made all the improvements. Tony had them calling us dickheads that one week before he asked for your help.”

“It was a typo!” Tony moves around to Natasha’s plate and piles it on top of yours, then Bucky’s who mutters a nervous thanks which Tony also mutters back a somewhat stiff approval.

You’re not given much time to notice their exchange before Thor’s hand finds your thigh under the table and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You smile at him, reaching down to take his hand. “Just surprised. I’ve never been around artificial intelligence of that caliber.”

“Don’t worry, Cherub. You’ll be used to it soon. You’ll be getting an upgrade at that pretty space cottage of yours pretty soon.” Tony says, grabbing a few glasses one at a time as he moves around the table.

“I’ll help you, Stark.” Thor suddenly says and releases your hand to move around the table and grab the other plates and glasses.

Why does he call him by his last name? Habit maybe?

“Thanks,” Tony nods.

“Space cottage?” You’re not sure what he means.

“Yeah, that big wooden house you all call a palace?” Tony clarifies.

“Oh,” Silly way to look at it. “There’s steel too.”

Tony smirks, “Well, I’ll be sending some people over to get a security system installed and an advanced satellite scanner to catch any movements that might come in from—up there. With this new threat that-”

Thor coughs loudly, dropping a glass that makes a terrible shattering glass sound against the black tabletop. Bucky catches the glass and holds it still then offers it up to him again.

Tony meets Thor’s singular eyed gaze who shakes his head minutely.

“-which I guess you’re not supposed to know? Whoops.” And with that he turns and leaves the room.

You look at Thor and find him watching you, then he quickly turns and follows Tony out of the room.

Whenever you’ve read in the past that someone sees red, you’d always suspected that it was metaphorical. However, you see red as your brain short circuits and all you can feel is a level rage.

The one thing you’d asked of Thor was that he won’t keep secrets from you and here is one, not even a week after your wedding!

“Don’t worry.” Natasha interjects, getting up from her seat. “When it’s worth knowing about, Thor will tell you. He just doesn’t want you to worry.”

Your frown only grows. You can’t seem to get your sudden temper flare under control.

“You’re upset.” Steve notices, getting up when everyone also starts to rise. “Why?”

You follow their example and get to your feet, pushing your chair under the table before following them into a smaller living room space just off the main common room while trying to quell your anger.

The living room is mostly white and gray with a long sectional that is full of red pillows.

“Because I’m Queen of New Asgard.” You point out, speaking a little more firmly than you mean to.

Steve gestures to the seat at the edge of the sectional and you take it, swallowing hard as you shove some of that upset down into your tummy so that you won’t lash out at the very nice people that Thor sees as family.

“You are.” Steve agrees. “No one would argue that you aren’t.”

Does he not get it?

“He might not want me to worry, but I have a responsibility to the people of New Asgard. If something is happening that might affect them, I need to know.” You cross your arms across your chest, huffing lightly and letting that be the peak of your temper.

You don’t want to fight with Thor here in front of everyone.

The reaction isn’t what you expect.

Sam, who is sitting on the floor at the bend in the sofa leaning against it as the weight of his sleepiness begins to take over, whistles.

Long and slow.

Bucky chuckles as Natasha settles beside him, her arms crossed across her chest as she leans back into his arm.

They don’t look together even if they are, just comfortable. Bucky’s arm curves a little more for her and is the only giveaway that there’s more between them than friendship.

She smirks. On the sofa beside you, Wanda leans forward to try and get a look at your pouting face, her red curtain of hair falling over her shoulder. Vision is standing by the TV looking at a collection of records to put on a turntable that sits ready and empty.

Dr. Ban-Bruce isn’t anywhere in sight.

Steve settles in beside Wanda but closer to Sam, leaving enough room for Vision to sit when he’s finished with the music.

“Thor said you had some bite.” Natasha shares, “Said something about you standing up for Loki? What’s that about?”

You feel your cheeks burn, neck too. With a shrug, you drop your arms and clutch at the fabric of your pants by your knees.

“Yeah, dude’s pretty psycho,” Sam adds.

“Sure, yeah, because a bunch of people dressing up in costumes and going around fighting crime and otherworldly forces are completely sane.”

Shit, did you seriously just say that?

There’s a beat of silence, then, “She sounds very sensible. Now that I’ve had some time with it, I think the cape might have been a touch too far.”

Everyone chuckles, and you turn to look at Vision who finally picks an album and slips it in place.

“Sorry,” You offer, hesitating a moment before you decide to explain yourself. “Loki has been nothing but kind to me. And calling him a psycho offends me. I know you all and the rest of the planet, have issues with him and what he did…so did I, but he’s trying. And he’s family now…like you all…so…”

Your words trail off as you turn to look for Thor, but you can still see him across the common room in the kitchen, exchanging hushed words with Tony and it’s starting to rile you up again. What’s coming? What’s so important that Thor has brought in the Avengers too?

“What did Thor call it?” Bucky asks Nat.

“Bite.” Steve tells him, “She’s got bite.”

“I’d say it’s more like a sting. But she’s right. I don’t think any of us here can judge someone by their past. At least I can’t.” Bucky nods.

“Or me,” Nat agrees.

“Or me,” Wanda smiles.

And then the music starts. Vision turns, hands behind his back as he also smiles at the general pleasantries.

“Taylor Swift?” Sam demands, “Really?”

Vision’s smile vanishes and he gives him nice wide eyes of surprise, “I’ve never heard this one before.”

“Excuse me.” You get up and move towards the kitchen, determined to get an explanation while the room behind you continues to argue the merits of Vision exploring different musical avenues.

“Whose album even is that?” Sam demands.

Steve clears his throat, “I think you should both get some sleep. I want a debrief first thing in the morning. I might not be Captain America anymore, but I’m still running this show.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, you’ve never accepted the boss mantle until now. Which other albums do you have in your room that you’re too afraid to share?” Nat adds.

“Hey, I have no shame in my musical taste.” Steve defends.

As you near the kitchen, the open spaces separated only by two large circular pillars and a sleek concrete counter island, you slow as their quiet conversation begins to reach your ears. It wasn’t necessarily that you’re trying to eavesdrop…but they’re not talking about what you expected them to be talking about. So, you freeze.

Too nervous to move, forward because what the hell? Or back, because they’ll no doubt hear your retreat.

Where’s the talk about threats to the kingdom and planet? No, you get a nice dose of fear and jealousy instead.

“You only knew her for a week before you married her?”

“It was arranged. All of you knew this. I explained it the last time we met.”

“I get that, but what-” You can hear the hesitation in Tony’s voice.

Despite the fact that he knows he probably shouldn’t bring it up, he throws his dishtowel on the counter and turns around to lean against it as Thor’s hands continue to sift through the dishes, washing them slowly. “What happened to Foster? Weren’t you two pretty hot and heavy? Last time you brought her here-”

“Jane has other priorities.” Thor cuts him off, clearly still hurt from his breakup with Jane.

You hate the sound in his voice. Why does he have to be so clearly heartbroken?

“That’s all I get?” Tony asks, waiting and leaning in a little closer to Thor.

“What else would you have me say? It was hard to leave her. And if I’m honest, I still find myself thinking about what life might have become if she’d been ready to settle down.”

What?

You take a step back, wanting to get away from this horrible conversation you wish you hadn’t accidentally run into. Retreat being heard be damned!

But then, “Cherub?”

It’s Tony, a smirk in his voice as he turns to help Thor dry the dishes he sets aside.

“She is my angel.” Thor smiles, just a teeny upturn at the corners of his lips as he steals a glance at Tony.

Your heart gives a painful clench at the love that you’ve been seeing in his eye pour through in his voice.

“A celestial creature sent to me by fate. I had no knowledge of the capacities of love. I’ve only ever found love as I found Jane’s. We were met by chance, and the attraction was clear and instant. Intention as well. With my cherub, things though they grew quickly, were harder to find. I had to look past my own melancholia to see that she was there waiting for me.”

“She does look like she’s completely lost it.” Tony nudges Thor aside because he’s taking so long and takes over the washing.

“I hope you mean lost her heart to me?”

“What else? Her mind? Though why anyone would agree to rule an entire country is beyond me.”

“She’s brave.” Thor boasts, body completely relaxed. “I’ve never known anyone with her courage. The first night of our engagement she demanded that I be honest with her, even if I decided to keep Jane as a mistress.”

Tony looks at him, eyebrow quirked as he asks a voiceless question.

“Which of course, is out of the question. I entertained the thought for a bit, I can’t deny it. At the very beginning as I was making my plans to go leave Jane, to end things permanently so that I could do right by Y/N and really try to make our marriage something lasting—I wanted to keep Jane at my side by any means necessary.

“Imagining a life without her was painful and I hate to admit that I had every intention in those last moments before I saw her to ask her to be with me even after I was married.” Thor confesses, sounding torn between guilt and desperation.

You remember seeing that desperation in him before he’d gone to see Jane.

Even after his proposal to you, even after those earth-moving kisses, he’d wanted to keep Jane at his side.

Of course, he did. You shouldn’t be surprised by that. He and Jane had shared so much before you came into the picture. Before you were forced in if you’re honest.

Still, it hurts, and you hate hearing it.

For a second time, you take a step back, wanting to leave.

But then, “What changed your mind?”

Thor sighs heavily, exasperated, exhausted by something.

He crosses his large arms across his chest, black shirt straining against his biceps and pecs. He’s so massive. Standing next to Tony only accentuates that fact.

“It took her two hours to make time to speak with me, and another three before she stopped explaining her work on energy spikes in some far East quadrant of space to let me even bring up the fact I was officially engaged to someone else.

“The only reason I was able to hold off for so long is that she would come and kiss me every twenty minutes to promise that she’d be done soon.”

You hate that.

“It was the waiting around after three months of having seen her last and six months since we’d been together. I just couldn’t stand the thought of that always being my life. As much as I loved her, I didn’t want to spend my marriage waiting for a woman when another had already assured me of her commitment to rule at my side as wife and Queen.”

“Is that the only reason you’re so into your Cherub? Because she obviously likes you?”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, “No, there are many things about Y/N that draw me to her. Most of them I’ve discovered since I made the choice to really let Jane go. When I came home that night, she was there to lure me back from the pit I’d crawled myself into by telling Jane goodbye.”

Tony stops washing to fix Thor with a knowing gaze. He scoffs then turns back to his washing.

“So, the sex is good, is what you’re saying?”

“The sex is very good. Incredibly good. I have no complaints about our physical chemistry. In fact, it’s better than with Jane or anyone else I’ve ever been with. I’m not sure what it is, but we are very well suited in the bedroom. She has such vigor, such desire. I am never in no doubt of her want of me. It’s so good that I almost didn’t want to bring her here because then I’d have to give up an entire day of having her to myself wrapped up in nothing but her bedsheets.”

“Alright, I think I get the picture.” Tony holds up one soapy hand to stop Thor’s bragging. “So, she sleeps with you and makes you feel better. Jane makes you wait, so you end it for good. Did you at least give her a proper goodbye?”

Thor is silent, and this time, you don’t want to know. You’ve already guessed and have been suspecting that this is very much the case, but you don’t want the confirmation.

If that’s what happened when he went to see Jane, you don’t want to know. Even if it happened before you two were married and really together, it happened when you were already in the picture and your heart was already being swayed.

Stepping out from behind the large round pillar, one hand resting against the smooth black curve, you watch Thor think about Tony’s question, tilting his head up to look across the room towards the living room space where the Avengers are now laughing about who the hell knows what.

He sees you and his face loses color.

“Thor?”

“What’s the matter?” He asks, a small bit of panic in his voice.

He moves towards you and you move towards him, meeting halfway.

“Did you hear?” He knows, probably because of whatever is on your face that’s making him panic.

His large hands are already pushing your numerous braids back, throwing them over your shoulders gently so that he can place his hands on your neck.

“Thor,” You repeat, this time getting a hold of yourself and reaching up to grab his wrists and pull his hands down away from your face. “What’s coming?”

This is why you’d come in here, and this is what you’ll insist on knowing. Fuck everything else they were talking about. You don’t want to know, and you don’t care what happened or what Thor felt before both of you exchanged vows.

“What?”

He seems stunned by the shift of topic, despite the agony that you’d momentarily been in. His voice even cracks a little, too shocked by the change.

“The new threat,” You clarify. “This new thing that we need satellites back home for? What is it? What’s happening? I know that you probably don’t want me to worry or want to protect me or maybe you’re still thinking of me as a civilian? But I’m Queen of our kingdom, Thor. If something is coming for us, I deserve to know. I need to know what’s coming if I’m going to help you protect our people. It’s my job and I can’t do it if you don’t let me.”

“Cherub’s got a point.” Tony adds, and claps Thor on the shoulder before gathering up a tray and makes his way out of the kitchen and towards the others with a bottle of beer for each of them.

“You’re right.” Thor nods, reaching to take your hands and he pulls them up to his lips kiss away the pain that he must have seen you feeling.

He seems to know though that you don’t want to focus on that and so he doesn’t bring it up.

You can tell he wants to though. He really wants to talk about what was just said in this kitchen.

“Yes, you’re right, you should know and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you frightened or worried when you didn’t have to be, but you’re right. As Queen, you have every right to know what might be coming. But can’t we wait to talk about it until later? Tonight perhaps? When we’re alone?”

You don’t want to agree. You want to make demands of him and make him tell you everything right now. However, you also know that you’re a little angry about what you overheard and that’s probably why your pulse is pounding in your throat, heart ramming itself against your ribcage.

“Fine.” You huff then turn to move back into the living room.

“Hey,” He coaxes you back, voice low and deep so that the others won’t hear him.

He catches your wrist and pulls you back gently.

“Did you hear us? Because if you did, when I went to leave Jane I-”

“I don’t wanna know, Thor. If you slept with her, I don’t want to know.” You sigh, stomach clenching painfully. “You did what you have to do. It’s not like you and I fell in love in any kind of traditional way. We were forced together and now we’re married. I’m not stupid.”

“Of course you aren’t, and as true as all of that is, I don’t like the way you’re talking about it.” Thor agonizes, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer and further into the kitchen out of view of the others. “You’re acting as if I don’t love you, or as if it’s a farce. I love you, cherub. It happened quickly, but it is real.”

“I know that, Thor,” It’s nice to hear though, because you’re seriously feeling weak in the confidence you’d spent every night since your wedding building.

For a bit there, you’d believed wholeheartedly that Thor loves you. You still do…but the realities of Jane and how quickly he’d had to end that relationship with her because he had to marry you to give his people a Queen have been brought to light and ruptured the bubble of your new marital bliss.

It’s also suddenly very clear to you that he must still love Jane very much. Even if he loves you too. There’s no way he can move on this quickly.

“You don’t look like you do. You look sad and it’s putting knots in my stomach, love. Please don’t doubt me now.”

Fuck!

You lean forward, shoving your forehead against his wide chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and fist the back of his shirt as he brings his hands up to the sides of your head. You can feel his lips against your scalp, kissing against the large middle braid that goes down along the back of your head.

“This is so hard.” You admit, hating your jealousy.

“I wish I could take all of your strife.” He kisses your head again, an audible smack. “I’m sorry I’m the one making it for you.”

Both of you knew that this would be tricky.

“I swear to you, cherub, it’s only you. You are the only woman I want and the only being in the universe that I want to bear my children.” His words are full of truth and you look up at him to find that same honesty in his gaze.

It’s pained and sorrowful and you hate it.

“I shouldn’t have listened.” You pull yourself up against his body and push yourself up with puckered lips.

Eagerly he leans down to meet your lips with his own but he shifts his head to the side to deepen the peck you’d wanted to leave you in no doubt as to his devotion, or at the very least, his passion.

He leans down to wrap his arms around you and press you up against the side of the pillar.

“Thor…” You whisper when he pulls back to tilt his head the other way. “We’re guests here.”

The reminder cools him down and he places his hands on your hips instead while you tickle the hairs on the back of his neck.

“We should get back to your friends.”

Thor sighs heavily, hating this idea, but he knows you’re right.

He reaches up to take hold of the back of your neck, squeezing it possessively before he leans down to give you one more quick kiss.

“Tonight, I will leave you in no doubt as to my devotion and love. I promise.”

His declaration takes your breath away, and apparently Bruce’s too as he sputters a cough around his own beer as he freezes on the other side of the kitchen by the fridge where another large round pillar lines a different entrance opposite the side you’re both standing on.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Bruce says, reaching up to wipe at the beer dribble around his mouth.

Thor takes his hands back and you slip out from between him and the pillar then make your way back towards the living room feeling flushed.

As you walk back in, observing the room, Steve and Vision are currently playing an apparently rousing game of Connect Four on the floor while Nat and Bucky sit cuddled up on the far corner of the sectional, talking quietly but also giving the two battling on the floor the occasional glance.

Wanda is on her phone, typing away quickly with a beer held between her thighs. Sam is standing by the records, despite his previous griping, nodding his head as Taylor Swift’s 22 fills the space.

Tony is on his own phone, standing in the far corner of the room with a sappy smile on his own face which tells you he’s probably talking to his own wife, Pepper Potts, who couldn’t make it tonight due to a work engagement.

All of them have a beer around them or in hand, and as you make your way towards the bend in the sectional feeling a little like you’re intruding, just as your back hits the sofa a cold bottle meets your cheek.

You jump a little but turn to look and Tony holds out a sealed bottle for you.

“You okay with import? Or do you want domestic?” He asks, holding his phone to his shoulder, brows drawn together as he waits for your answer.

“This is fine, thanks.” You take the bottle and then give him a quick smile.

“Good, because then I’d have sent you down to get your own.” He assures you, but a voice from his phone calls his name and he hurries away again, phone pressed to his ear.

You look at the bottle of beer in your hands, wondering if the top is a twist but when you go to turn it the ridges hurt your hand and you stop instantly.

Just as you’re about to lean over and ask Bucky to open the bottle for you, the sectional dips beside you and heat envelops your shoulder and side as Thor sits right beside you.

“It sounds like excuses to me.” He says, looking at Bruce who sits down beside him with a bit more space allowed between them.

“It’s not an excuse,” Bruce insists. “I’m working on something that needs all of my concentration. I’ll come visit soon, I promise. I’m going to be coming with Tony for the security system installation so, I’ll get to see the palace then.”

“Thor?” You hold the bottle up for him and he takes it from you, kissing the side of your head before he simply flicks the top with his thumb and it flies off and falls right on Steve’s head.

“Hey,” He complains, but then gets distracted as Vision connects his four red chips.

“I win.” Vision declares.

“Damn,” Steve concedes. “You got me. Go again?”

Vision dumps the chips, and they start splitting them up.

“Here you are, cherub.” Thor hands you back your beer, and you take a quick drink before settling in against Thor’s side a bit more comfortably as he gives you a squeeze but continues to chat with Bruce.

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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“the president and the troublemaker” (part 6) (chilumi fic)

“Lumine is the student council president and Childe is the school’s number one troublemaker. They cross paths more than they’d like. Especially when Childe finds out Lumine’s big secret. Highschool AU à la Kaichou wa Maid-sama.”

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the president and the troublemaker (part 6)

Out of all the things asked of her as the student council president, this was the oddest request Lumine had ever received.

“Please allow me to study you,” the student before her asked.

She recognized him as Albedo, head of the school’s science club, and before, she had only ever interacted with him whenever his club submitted budget requests for new materials.

Lumine blinked at him. “Can I ask why?”

He pulled out a news article. It was last week’s coverage of the attackers getting caught by her. “I am interested in your abilities,” Albedo replied simply. “How you can be this studious president and yet also be able to do things like this.”

Uh-oh. “Oh, it was nothing,” she fibbed. “They just let their guard down and I was able to...outsmart them. No big deal.”

The science leader gave her a deadpan stare. “There must be something else.” He pulled out a notebook, beginning to scribble some words out. “We can figure this out together; what makes our school’s president so competent?”

Lumine glanced at his writing, only making out the words ‘Day One Observations.’ She sighed. Looks like he’s a persistent one.

“So how’s this going to work?” she wondered. “Are you just going to shadow me around school?”

Albedo looked up at her from his book. “Very good. You already understand my process.”

“And what of your classes?”

He pulled out a slip of paper from his bag, handing it to her. “I have been excused from my classes for the week by my teachers,” he explained. “As you can see here on his paper, they have all allowed it due to my high grades and the fact that I have completed my work ahead of time.”

Lumine looked over the paper, and sure enough, it was everything Albedo had just stated. She remembered he was also a young, gifted prodigy: one of the students with the highest marks on their exams, and had won their school multiple science competitions in the past.

“Very well,” Lumine said. “Just for this week.”

What am I getting myself into?

* * *

For the first few days, Albedo followed her around the school—observing her in her classes, writing down notes while she ran council meetings. Any moment where she wasn’t in class, he would barrage her with questions: what her diet consisted of, how many hours of sleep she got, her exercise regiment.

She answered as truthfully as she could, but if the questions came too close to her line of work, she of course had to mislead him.

Whenever she lied, Albedo went deep into his thoughts, as if he knew that what she said didn’t make sense, and his brain was trying to fit her lies into the picture. She prayed that he would stop prying once the week was over.

“Are you sure you do not exercise at all?” Albedo asked again, skimming over his notes.

“Nope,” Lumine said. “I’m a little too busy with studying and council duties.” She gestured at the council room around them.

“Hmm,” the prodigy hummed, writing something in the margins of his paper. Lumine turned back to her council paperwork.

“So the rumors are true,” Childe’s voice sounded from the doorway. “The Pres got herself a little pet.”

Lumine froze. What is Childe doing?

At school, the two were very much still in their roles as the council president and school troublemaker. No one knew about their connection outside of school.

She glanced at Albedo, who was looking at Childe with calculating eyes. She could see the gears turning in his mind.

Lumine cleared her throat. “Childe, please go back to class before I write you up.”

The tall ginger leaned on the doorframe. “I get written up, but your pet gets to stay?”

“He is not my pet,” Lumine said. “This is Albedo. He’s just doing...a study...on me.” So LEAVE, Childe.

Childe’s brows raised. “A study? That’s why he’s been following you around this whole time?” He turned to the blonde scientist. “Tell me, what’s this study about?”

Albedo sat up a little straighter. “What causes the president to have such extraordinary abilities.”

Childe laughed. “Extraordinary abilities? Like what?”

Albedo glanced at his notebook. “She is an extremely diligent student, receiving high marks on her exams while still somehow maintaining on top of student council affairs. Not only that, but in light of recent events, has some aptitude to disarming violent attackers that should have easily overpowered any other high school girl.” He looked up. “I’ve also heard that she, and her brother, have jobs after school despite their already busy school schedules.”

Both Lumine and Childe stared at Albedo for a second, unmoving, shocked and...impressed at his information.

“Seems like you already know everything about her,” Childe said, crossing his arms. “Do you even need to continue your little study?”

“Of course,” Albedo responded. “Those were just the things our President has done—not how she does it.” The scientist turned to her, his eyes studying. “Is it psychological? Or is there something physically different about her body, the way it runs and operates?”

Lumine forced herself to still under his gaze. He was a young genius. And he was getting closer to finding out her secret.

“Nothing special about me,” she told him. “I told you, I’m just lucky.”

Suddenly, Childe sat on the edge of her desk, breaking her and Albedo’s eye contact. “So this study,” he said looking down at the scientist, “Is this just something you’re doing at school? Or are you following her around at home too?”

Lumine desperately wanted to shove Childe off her desk. Why was he prying so much? Albedo would soon connect the dots, and once anyone found out about their connection, she would lose any credibility she had as the council president.

Albedo was quiet, his hand coming to his chin as he considered something. “No one has been this curious about the study so far,” he finally said. “Not even her twin.”

“Aether’s been a little busy lately,” Lumine tried to suggest.

But Albedo persisted. “Are you actually a friend of the President?” he asked Childe. “Or perhaps you are interested in her romantically?”

Lumine almost choked on her spit. “Absolutely not,” she blurted. “To both of those.” She couldn’t look at Childe. “If you know so much about me, then you probably know about how Childe here is the school’s number one troublemaker. He's just here to cause trouble.”

The blonde scientist slowly nodded. “Very true.” He turned to Childe once more. “Apologies for jumping to conclusions there. It was not very proper of me.”

Lumine finally glanced up at Childe, who was sitting surprisingly silent, his arms still crossed from earlier. She swore his blue eyes seemed darker than usual.

“Conclusions,” Childe echoed. He stood up. “The Pres is right,” he said, smiling. Something was still wrong with his eyes. “I’m just here to mess around, nothing more.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. “And now it’s boring. Later, nerds.” He sauntered out of the room.

Lumine knew she should have been letting out a sigh of relief, but for some odd reason, it felt like an even heavier weight had been placed on her.

“I think I need to be alone for a bit,” Lumine said to Albedo. “To get this council work done.”

Albedo stood, gathering his notes. “I understand. Thank you for your time today.”

As soon as Albedo left the room, Lumine left as well, her council work still incomplete.

Instead, she headed to the one place she knew Childe would be.

* * *

Opening the door to the rooftop, the tiniest of weights was lifted upon seeing Childe sitting there, legs dangling off the edge as always.

He turned at the sound of the door opening, but turned back away when seeing Lumine. “Am I in the way of your little pet’s study?” he said, monotone.

She ignored the tiny pang in her heart, and she stepped forward. “Don’t take it personally; I just...can’t let him get closer to my secret,” she tried to explain. “You understand that, right?”

Childe leaned back onto his elbows, looking upwards at the sky. “I get it,” he responded. “Even if I don’t want to.”

The silence was heavy, only the slightest wind whistling by. And honestly, Lumine hated it. It didn’t feel right to be in Childe’s presence, and not hear his voice. She had grown used to his teasing, how he always seemed to showed up in the right place at the right time somehow—for her.

She went and sat next to him, knees drawn to her chest, arms hugging her legs.

“Is it stupid of me to want and keep this secret?” she wondered aloud. She looked up at the sky as well. “Or would it just be better for me to let it out finally?”

“Is this because of Albedo?” Childe asked without missing a beat.

“No. Yes. Kind of.” She sighed. “I mean, it would be easier if I told him, right? No more pretending?” She hugged her knees tighter. “If he finds out on his own...I can only imagine that feeling of betrayal—how evil, how untrustworthy I would seem for keeping secrets. So, it would be better if I was upfront about it...right?”

Childe looked at her, his expression serious. “Is this something you want for yourself or for him?”

Lumine turned away from him. “If it’s for myself...I’m too scared of letting others know.” She swallowed the lump down her throat. “A lot of people, like Albedo, look up to me as this model student. And I’m scared of...disappointing them.”

Childe was silent for a moment, then sat up, and pulled something out of his shirt pocket. She turned back to him.

He held it up to Lumine; it was the photo of her in Kaeya’s white dress, her face sweet and flushed. Except, unlike the official photo, this version didn’t have Childe cropped out. “You’re not one to let others influence you,” he said. “That’s why I chose the color white, remember?”

Lumine felt the heat start building up in her face. “You just carry that around with you?”

He gave her a closed-eye smile. “For inspiration.” He tilted his head. “You know that you should do whatever feels right to you. And whatever you end up doing, the right people will follow you.” Waving the photo around, he smiled again, more cheekily this time, and said, “I know that I wouldn’t be disappointed.”

Lumine was sure her face was visibly burning up by now, and she reached for the photo. “Stop waving it around! What if someone sees?!”

He pulled it further away from her. “No one’s going to see, Pres!”

She tried going for it again, quicker this time, but Childe was much faster. “Give it here!” she demanded.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Pres!” He laughed. “It’s my good luck charm!”

“Your good luck charm?!” she continued over their tug-of-war. “Good luck charm for what?”

Another teasing smile. “Love?”

“Oh, you son of a—”

Lumine lunged and hit his hand.

The photo was sent flying away from both of them.

…

!!!

Both she and Childe quickly stood up, peering over the edge of the rooftop, only to see the photo floating down...towards Lumine’s student council members below.

“Oh dear,” Childe said. “Look what you’ve done now, Pres.”

Lumine’s heart felt like it was seizing from fear. “Wh-what—W-Why are they there?” Her breaths became shorter and shorter. “Oh, god, what do I do?!”

“Shall I go get it?”

Lumine looked at Childe, wide-eyed. “There’s no way! It’s impossible for us to get to it before they do…”

Childe blinked, then positioned himself like he was about to jump off.

As fast as lightning, Lumine grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Taking the shortest way down.”

“You idiot! It’s dangerous, you’re going to die!”

He smiled. He actually smiled at a time like this? “I’m not one to shy away from danger,” he told her. “Especially if you tell me you want me to go after it.”

“What?! Why would you do something like that?!”

“Why?”

The wind stopped rustling the trees, and the rooftop was silent.

Childe gently grabbed both sides of Lumine’s face, his ocean blue eyes looking deeply into hers.

“Because I love you, Lumine.”

He kissed her.

He kissed her, then he jumped off the rooftop.

* * *

[part 7]

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Top 20 Songs of 2020

Hello! I honestly thought about doing this for a long time. I wasn’t going to but said fuck it why not lol. I really just reblog other peoples stuff but thought I would maybe try to post something and do something new. I thought it would be a good way to get back into writing! Idk man this is all just bc I feel like doing it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Disclaimer: I’m new to writing on tumblr, I don’t own any of the gifs, and this post might be a little long so sorry! :)

20. Oh My Girl - Nonstop

Not an Oh My Girl fan but they caught my eye during Queendom/Good Girl

Summer bop

Mimi’s rap is everything

The fits and hair are super cute

19. BTS - UGH!

The moment I heard the gunshot it was game over

THE ENERGY IN THIS SONG

Jhope’s rap was everything to me

Love a good BTS rapline hype song

18. IZ*ONE - AYAYAYA

Iz*one always got that one b-side that goes hard and this is one of them

These girls can literally do any concept from innocent to baddies

Might be an unpopular opinion: loved the 9 version of this song but I liked the choreo as 6 it seemed more cleaner and tighter

17. Taemin- Criminal

This song DESTROYED ME

HE HAD NO REASON to look this good or do that with a silk ribbon

This felt like a classic Taemin song and I was 100% here for it

The song and dancing was truly immaculate

16. Stray Kids (3RACHA) - We Go

Was I the only one who was stuck listening to the fancam audio for a year until they officially released the song? Okay cool just me.....

The beat and rapping goes way to hard...honestly are we really surprised

The performance of this song just made me like the song more

15. Everglow - La Di Da

EVERGLOW FOREVER LETS GO

My favorite comeback by them

Reminded me a lot of blinding lights by the weekend

Voguing Queens

14. Itzy - Not Shy

NOT SHY NOT ME IITTZZAAAY

Wannabe was a strong contender but I overplayed that song..oops

Izty’s fits are usually bomb but the outfits this era were tragic I was not a fan

13. Twice - Can’t Stop Me

These girls deadass came out of a lotus idk what else I need to say

12. Hyolyn - Say My Name

Another summer bop loved the Caribbean vibes

I loved the choreography which was choreographed by none other than Aliya Janell a Queen herself

I DIED when I saw Mommy Son trying to do the choreo in the mv but tbh that’s how I would look doing it.....

11. Taemin - Idea

I was shook by the beat drop in this song bc it was something I wasn’t expecting

BoA singing “Killing me softly”

Taemin in a crop top?!?

Criminal was a classic Taemin song but something about this song made me like it more

10. Kang Daniel ft. Simon Dominic, Jamie - Wave

JAMIE y’all JAIME wtf she bodied this song

I’m honestly shocked Daniel went for a vibe like this...I’ve never really listened to his music but I didn’t expect this...v impressed

The backup dancers dancing in the water is truly immaculate...I really wanted a dance practice because I wanted to see the choreo in full

Jamie and Daniel’s soothing voices went well with Simon Dominic’s unique rapping tone

9. BlackPink ft. Selena Gomez - Ice Cream

Selena Gomez fit really well with this song and was really impressed with her

BP has such a strong image I forgot they can also rock a cute concept

Lisa’s rapping in this song hit different...it really changed up the vibe of the song

8. ChungHa - Stay Tonight

Miss Chungha had many bops this year but this one was THE ONE

MEN IN HEELS sign me up

Another voguing queen

THE LOOKS IN THIS SONG

Really such an elegant queen

7. Stray Kids - Gods Menu

You know they didn’t come to play bc Changbin started the song

LOOKIN LIKE A CHEF IM A 5 STAR MICHELIN....ummmmm OKAY FELIX

One of their best comebacks, best styling, best hair, best everything really

Hyunjin’s hair....*chef’s kisses*

6. Yunhway - One More Night

One of the best songs to come out of Good Girl

Talented singer/rapper

Going out with my girls type of vibe

5. BlackPink - Pretty Savage

This song makes me feel like a baddie

BORN SKINNY BITCH.....WE SOME BITCHES YOU CAN’T MANAGE

Lisa came for my life in the performances she made me think for a second that she can become my bias

She made me falter for A SECOND BUT I’m a loyal hoe and Rose is my queen

4. Jessi - Nunu Nana

Jessi and Lee Hyori were such a vibe in the song

Her twerking and dancing gave me life

GEURRRAESEO NAN NUNNUNANNA

3. Kai - Mmmh

Kai’s backup dancers.....do I need to say anything else

Body roll for days

Kai in a crop top......men need to wear more crop tops

I’m a hoe for R&B

2. WayV - Love Talk

First of all this song is in all english?!?!

Love the R&B vibes

Played this song nonstop

1. Jay Park, pH-1, Sik-k, Big Naughty, Trade L, HAON, Woodie GoChild - How We Rock

Love the hook of this song

Woodie going BITCH IM PAPI

It’s Big Naughty and Trade L only being 17 and 18 for me

They are all super talented rappers love them

If you guys are wondering what I mean about getting back into writing or want to see a more detailed post on my Top 20 you can check out my friends and I’s K-pop blog :https://wordpress.com/view/quintkpop.wordpress.com! We started writing on it a year back. We ended up going on a longish hiatus BUT we both want to get back into writing and will try to post atleast once a week. My friend has a more professional type writing style with his post while my post are more of a nonchalant, casual. We are still trying to figure things out but if y’all interested you can check it out.

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beauregardlionett · 4 years

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i could find eternity between your palms

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A/N: Please be aware of some gore and violence in this chapter; canon-typical but a warning just to be safe

Stained glass lay in shattered pieces across the cathedral floor. There was no light outside the jagged window to reflect their colors, a steady rain misting the worn cobblestone interior through the opening. Despite the hallowed space, the vaulted ceiling rang with echoes of battle. Scattered, cooling corpses lay in crumbled heaps before the altar.

The first thought Yasha consciously had: I’ve had this dream before.

As if from far away, she watched through her own eyes as she ascended the stairs to the altar. Before her stood Beauregard, chest heaving and skin battered. The monk turned to look at Yasha, the sound of Skingorger scraping across the stone heralding the Aasimar’s arrival. Those blue eyes latched onto Yasha, and despite the fear that dominated Beau’s expression, Yasha also saw a hint of relief. It was more painful than it should have been to realize that even after everything Yasha had done, Beau still wanted to save her.

The seconds blurred, actions not her own. Then Yasha was staring down at Beau, the monk unconscious on the floor with a gash across her chest and abdomen. She moved a foot to either side of Beau’s hips and stood above the unconscious monk. Yasha screamed inside her own mind for her body to stop, begging to turn and go elsewhere.

Beau’s eyes fluttered open just as Yasha’s hands drove the massive greatsword through the monk’s sternum.

Yasha screamed even as her lips remained curled in a vicious snarl. Beau’s weak gasp beneath her gut Yasha to her core. Blood stained her blade and leaked with rapid intent from the wounds that threatened Beau’s life. In her peripheral, Yasha had an unholy focus on the way Beau’s blood dipped and filled the cracks between the cobblestones. A fleeting thought entered her mind about how no amount of rain from the Storm Lord could clean the blood from these stones, let alone from Yasha’s hands.

It took the reeling Aasimar a moment to realize that Beau’s lips were moving. Her blue eyes dim but still very much alive, locked with an intent focus on Yasha. Yasha’s body leaned closer, the first action Yasha’s mind didn’t argue against.

“Yasha,” Beau whispered. Blood leaked from the corner of her mouth, staining Beau’s teeth pink and crimson. The coppery scent was sickening as it permeated the surrounding air.

“Yasha,” Beau said again, louder this time. Yasha thought she might shake apart. “Yasha.”

The Aasimar struggled against herself, begging her hands to release the sword so she could gather Beau into her arms. She had to tell her everything would be okay.

“Yasha!” Beau still stared at her from the growing pool of her own blood. Her lips were almost entirely crimson. There was so much blood in the monk’s mouth. “Yasha!”

Yasha screamed back, soundless and terrified and wounded. She felt removed from her own senses.

“YASHA!”

Jolting upright, flinging the blankets aside and vaulting from the bed, Yasha only found a semblance of awareness when her back pressed against the nearby wall. Her mismatched eyes were wild, darting around the darkened room, looking for signs of danger. Eventually, she found Beau.

The human knelt up on the mattress, one hand hesitantly outstretched toward Yasha and face a mask of concern. There was no blood on her lips, and the wound Yasha had dreamed nothing more than a scar. Instead of the cathedral floor and haunted altar, there was their bed covered in tangled sheets, silver-white in the moonlight from the unassuming window. The sound of Skingorger grinding against stone ringing in her ears faded.

Beau moved off the bed, her voice quiet with caution and the late hour as she whispered, “Yasha?”

All the tension coiled in her muscles released at once. The barbarian slid to the floor with a sob, curling her legs to her chest and folding her arms to hide her face in. Seconds later, Beau’s hands were in Yasha’s hair, soothing as the monk pressed her weight against Yasha’s side and murmured reassurance against the shell of her ear.

“I’m right here,” Beau’s voice acted as more of an anchor than anything Yasha could ever hope for. “You’re safe, I promise.”

This routine after a nightmare was far too familiar, and they never told the other it was okay. They always promised safety, because that was more grounding, more reassuring than a notion of normalcy. Both of them knew they could be nothing near ‘okay’ after nightmares. So Yasha leaned into Beau, and the monk took her weight with practiced ease, squeezing the Aasimar tighter.

After a few quiet minutes of this practice, Yasha pulled back enough to sit up, shifting so she could take in all of Beau. The human beside her looked tired, the shadows under her eyes dark from endless days on the road prior. But her eyes were alert, focused entirely on Yasha. Beau’s hair had fallen loose in her sleep, the long strands cascading over her shoulders and framing her face delicately, obscuring her undercut. Paired with Beau’s baggy pants and cloth crop top for sleep, it all painted the monk in a softer light. This was an unguarded version of Beau that only Yasha ever got to see. There was no performance here, no stony disposition or analytical judgement - just Beau in all her honest, badass, caring reality.

“Thank you,” Yasha whispered, unwinding just enough to take both of Beau’s hands in her own. She gave them a gentle squeeze, and Beau returned the pressure, shifting to sit more comfortably against Yasha’s side.

“Always,” Beau said, sounding nonchalant. But Yasha knew from experience it was a sincere promise. “Nightmare?”

“Yes,” Yasha breathed, eyes flitting down to their intertwined hands.

“Want to talk about it?”

Yasha went to say ‘no’, but stopped herself. She rarely ever told Beau what her nightmares were about, for fear of burdening her. But this was such a heavy weight on her heart, despite the time passed and the fact that they had already talked about it. Last time she broached the topic, Beau had brushed it off and moved on. She had said the scar added to her aesthetic, made her a more interesting person. Yasha hadn’t wanted to push it, especially with Jester there. But Yasha thought she might choke on all the words she wanted to say, sitting at the back of her throat like an uncomfortable lump.

“I dreamed I killed you,” Yasha managed, voice unsteady. Beau’s hands tightened around Yasha’s. “In the chantry.”

“You know I never blamed you for that, right?” Beau asked, that intense gaze of hers pinning Yasha in place. “What happened was not your fault.”

“I know,” the Aasimar rasped. “But I still remember all of it.”

Beau pursed her lips and shifted in her spot beside Yasha, looking like she didn’t know what to say next. Guilt at making Beau uncomfortable pricked beneath Yasha’s skin. She didn’t mean to be difficult, but the scars on her mind ran almost as deep as the scars on Beau’s skin. Carefully, Yasha brought one of Beau’s hands to her lips. With reverence, she pressed a lingering kiss to the monk’s scarred knuckles.

These hands fought Yasha in the chantry, had cracked across her skin with regret. Beau said nothing about how hard that must have been, but Yasha could guess. She witnessed every day how much love the human held for every member of their motley crew, so rough around the edges to protect themselves from the outside world. But at their core was Beau, soft, loving, and understanding for all that she presented herself as harsh to the world. Beau, who loved almost unconditionally and with razors in her spine.

“I know you do not blame me, Beau. And I can not thank you enough for that.” Yasha’s lips trailed over the skin of Beau’s knuckles as she spoke, not ready to move away just yet. “But I still need you to know that I never wanted to hurt you, and I never want to hurt you like that again.”

The monk watched Yasha with slightly parted lips, eyes wide and stuck on Yasha. She always saw Yasha in her entirety. In return, Yasha tried to always do the same.

“I know,” Beau croaked after a silent second, drawing Yasha’s eyes to her. “I trust you.”

The night was still aging when Beau finally tugged Yasha back to bed. They curled up together, Beau guiding Yasha’s head to rest against her clavicle beneath the blankets of their bed again, hands still intertwined. The moonlight saw them to sleep, and Yasha had a dreamless night tucked into Beau’s embrace.

#cr #critical role #beauyasha #writing #my writing #beauregard lionett #yasha #can you believe i wrote all of this just so yasha could kiss beau's hand?#you better believe it kids #i'm gay and so are they let's go lesbians

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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years

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Shapeshifter Au 6

Heads up at the top this one is our “Last Wish Special”. It’s extra long and what should be no surprise to anyone- Jaskier does not have a good time! Please take care of yourselves as we move into plot territory.

Part 1 Part 5 Inspired by @spielzeugkaiser art here And Also now on Ao3 cause that’s probably easier for everyone.

Sometimes, when Geralt got hurt, he’d use his shapes against him.

Help was the word he’d use. To help him. But if Geralt preferred to think of him using his shapes against him then so be it.

“Get off me Jaskier.”

He looked down his snout at Geralt and grumbled his reply before returning to his composing. They would at very least wait until the bleeding stopped to ride back. Since Geralt insisted the injuries were not so grievous as to require proper attention.

He might very well have been right about that. Which meant they could afford to wait for it to stop before returning for the reward.

If Geralt wanted to treat his wounds then he’d let him. But he wasn’t going to let him ride off and make everything worse because he was a stubborn ass. That was Jaskier’s job. Being a stubborn ass. Not that he made a habit of being farm animals. The risk it would sour him to the taste of their meat was far too great. He refused to be vegetarian. Grass just did not taste very good. No matter what Roach claimed.

“Jaskier get off me or I will throw you off.”

He shifted more of his near 400 pound weight onto Geralt’s torso to demonstrate exactly what he thought about that.

“I can.” He growled.

He puffed up his fur telling him exactly what would happen if he tried.

He had bigger forms yet. If that’s how he wanted to play- well. He wouldn’t bet on Geralt winning. Witcher enhancements be damned.

Geralt, seemingly having realized this, ceased his struggling and ventured a new tactic.

Insulting him.

Which got him grumbling and growling at Geralt. But didn’t get him off him. Geralt knew well enough what he was saying. He didn’t need to transform to express his displeasure.

Geralt, a versatile and clever man, switch tactics yet again.

Reciting history facts but slightly wrong- the year was 1123 and he was a duke not a prince Geralt- asking questions about agriculture – cereal crops deplete the soil of nitrogen. Legumes fix this. A fallow field is left for weeds and grazing. The three fields are rotated. Together this system allows farmers to plant more crops and increase production. – and finally just asking him to play for him.

He, personally, admitted that his bear vocals left something to be desired but he didn’t let that stop him from belting out a few heavily modified versions of his favorite tunes.

Geralt covered his ears and glared at him.

It was only after three verses of Fishmonger’s daughter that he finally popped down into his human shape to do the finale justice.

Geralt shoved him off breaking his sustained note.

“Rude.” He squawked from the dirt as Geralt stood.

“I stopped bleeding three songs ago!” He growled at him.

“I’m well aware.” He grinned. “But I do so enjoy a captive audience.”

Geralt threw the bedroll at his head. Which did hit him. But he managed to catch it on the rebound, which counted as a win in his books.

“I don’t need you mothering me bard.”

“Is that what you think this is? I’m trying to keep Nenneke from murdering me next time you need her services. The woman terrifies me Geralt.”

She did. A little. Not in the way he suspected she expected to be feared though.

It was because her eyes always held too many questions about why he’d arrived before Geralt, knowing exactly the condition of the man’s wounds, even though he lacked a horse while Geralt road in on Roach.

He’d fly ahead, unhampered by the twisting of the roads, and set them to prepare for Geralt’s arrival. Or, when the situation was far graver, have them send a cart to meet him. Transforming on the road just outside of the temples view.

His skin itched when she stared at him too long. Like she almost knew what he was and if she watched him closely enough she might figure it out.

Luckily, “I mean the woman already hates me Geralt.” She was easy to annoy into not looking closely. “No need to worsen her to me by damaging the one reason she even tolerates my presence at the temple.”

If all she wanted to see was an airheaded flop of a bard that was all he would show her. Staying within the confines of expectations worked well enough to keep people from digging.

“She does hate you.” Geralt agreed with a smirk. Pleased he’d befriended someone Jaskier had not.

“Naaaah deep down she likes me.”

Geralt bobbed his head, half conceding the point.

People were complicated like that. She hated Most of him. But she liked that he cared about Geralt. Even if she didn’t always agree with how he cared about Geralt.

With how they cared for each other.

So maybe he shouldn’t have poked the insomniatic bear that was Geralt as he dredged up the lake at Rinde. But he was a bear often enough and he didn’t mind being poked. Sometimes Geralt needed to buck up and face his problems head on!

Then his throat started closing.

Which was scary. Sure. But there were plenty of forms that didn’t need his throat to breath. He’d play catfish or pike or bream or – he was just listing fish again- something while Geralt sorted out the curse the djinn smacked him with.

Except.

Except none of them would come.

He tried to shift bigger and his skin pulled too tight like it was yanking away from the muscle and he tried to shift down and his organs compressed in his chest. And he was left folded over in pain from his throat and his lungs and from being trapped.

Trapped in one form. Perhaps forever.

“Can you shift?” Geralt asked him, looking between him and Roach. Debating.

He managed a ragged sob that Geralt translated as the ‘no’ it was.

There was the bumpy ride on Roach- poor girl they weighed far too much together- and the elf with the painkillers – which helped a little. But the world continued its painful descent into darkness.

Geralt was scruffing him by the doublet. Dragging his limp form. Somewhere. He liked being scruffed. It reminded him of the old mouser in the kitchen who’d claimed him as kin when he was barely a boy. Whenever he got in trouble, or was lonely, or scared he’d just run to the old tom and pop down into a kitten. Instantly be scruffed and pulled under the cabinet for a bath and cuddle.

Scruffing meant that soon everything would be okay. He was in pain and terrified but soon. Soon everything would be alright.

Everything was not alright.

There was a very scary woman with an amphora on her belly and-

And she was a mage.

A powerful mage.

Something in him was singing. Singing at her notice. Her attention.

He didn’t much like that part of him.

His knees near buckled under him as she gripped his nethers and pressed a knife to his throat.

“If you want to keep all you have familiar,” She squeezed him tighter. The singing and terror crescendo-ing in his ears. What do you want me to be? It sung, heart racing in his chest. “Make a damn wish.”

He reached. Reached for. Something. Some shape that would get her away. Small or big or cute or monsterous or something.

Her magic threw him to the floor and it crackled over his skin- she wants you to be human so that is what you shall be – lighting up every nerve with delicious power – do as she says. So that the powerful one might keep you – and burning the tapestry of thread he didn’t know was woven underneath his skin.

“Make your damn wish! Do it now!”

This one is better. Powerful. Be what she wants. “I don’t- I don’t know!” Lightning ran through his veins and fire blazed through his chest and- and- Be her’s. Wish to be hers. Exalted one.

He didn’t want that.

“I wish very much to leave this place forever!”

She turned from him, the burning fading. The singing loud in his ears. Scolding, screaming, begging him to go back to her as he scrambled from the building.

And Geralt was there.

Geralt was alive.

Geralt left him to that witch.

“Jaskier. You’re okay.”

“I’m glad to hear that you give a monkey’s about it.” He fumed.

The singing was quieter now. The smoldering in his chest easing next to Geralt-

Geralt was going back inside.

The building collapsing.

“She could not have survived it.” The elf from earlier- Chireadan- said.

There was coldness in the shape of the lightning flowing through his veins. Ashes in the stitching of his soul where Geralt once resided.

“Why did Geralt go in there? It doesn’t make any sense. What, to save a mad fucking witch?”

“Because she was magnificent.”

She was. The song wept.

His knees hit the ground, the pain of the gravel collision distant, over the shapeless void that pulled him to nothing.

“What am I supposed to do now, hm?” What would be left when this form collapsed into the emptiness in his chest? “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

You should have died with him.

No.

“I’m gonna write you. The best song. So that everyone remembers who you were, what we did, everything we saw.” There was a lifetime there. In the spaces they shared. Not a human lifespan perhaps. But it wasn’t like he was human anyway. “And I will sing it. For the rest of my days.”

“He always said I had the most wonderful singing voice.”

A joke. Between him and a dead man.

If he wanted to correct him he should have stayed alive.

Chireadan knelt before him, laying a hand on his shoulder. A tiny beat of comfort in a symphony of pain.

“They’re alive.”

They were very alive.

He ran his fingers down Roach’s neck, unsure how he was supposed to feel.

Relief that Geralt was alive? Jealously that he’d gone to Yennefer? Jealously she choose him over you?

Anger?

Joy?

Hollow. He felt hollow.

Roach nudged him.

He was nearly draped over her.

He wanted that old tom cat to scruff him and pull him under the cabinet. To lick and squish and purr him back to whole.

What would he be if he shifted now?

Nothing. It called to him that nothing.

Nothing wasn’t a shape. Nothing wasn’t Jaskier. Jaskier wasn’t nothing.

Still it called to him.

Roach lipped at a saddlebag. The one he’d nested in as his wing healed.

He shoved his bloody shirt in as a makeshift nest and fluttered in.

If Geralt wanted his peace he could dump him on the side of the road.

Until then. He breathed in the way the leather bag blended Roach and Geralt into itself and fell asleep.

He drifted back to the shores of sleep welcomed by the gentlest smoothing of his feathers.

He readjusted, further nesting into the callouses of Geralt’s hand.

“I thought.” The pain in Geralt’s hesitating voice forced his eyes open. “That the djinn took your voice and your shifting from you.”

Geralt was laying down on their bedroll watching him with those big sad eyes. Which hurt.

But not as much as the fact Geralt had stopped petting him. He shifted into Geralt’s petting hand demanding he get back to work with a sharp chirp.

Geralt resumed his gentle stroking, lips twitching slightly upward. “So bossy.” He complained.

They laid there as the sun went down; quiet and exhausted.

“We used to do this a lot. When your wing was broken. It was nice.”

He softly trilled an agreement.

“I could smell you on Roach when I got back you know? I thought you had left. I understand if you’d left. After what I did.”

He blinked tiredly at Geralt before standing to shift up. He didn’t want to have this conversation now but if Geralt did then. Well then they’d have it now.

“Don’t.” Geralt’s hands shifted slightly, like they were caging him in. They weren’t. He knew he could get out. Knew that if he wanted to leave Geralt would let him.

He settled back into Geralt’s fingers, more than happy not to.

“Tonight. Can we be that again? Just for tonight.”

Be simple. Be easy.

Nenneke always scolded Geralt for thinking he could deny destiny. Because she cared about him and knew destiny would have her way, willingly or not. It would he agreed. Geralt couldn’t run away from her forever.

But he did help him run away from it. Sometimes. Like tonight?

Tonight destiny could go fuck itself.

Tonight they were just a bird and a man sharing each other’s company.

Tonight they were easy.

#Geraskier #geralt x jaskier #shapeshifter au #shapeshifter!Jaskier #geralt #jaskier #post in the tags darn you #writing

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fullmetalscullyy · 3 years

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Hi!!!! I love your fics really. Every time i get a notification of one update from you makes my day. The last one with the "fake" kiss 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 i love Riza and Roy and i LOVE how you write them!!! I also would like to send you a prompt about Roy finally waking up beside riza in his/her bed after countless nights falling asleep dreaming of it 💜 Thank you for sharing your work, really!!! It fuels me through the week!

oh my goodness 🥺 thank you so much aaaa you’re too kind <3

thank you for the prompt too i hope you enjoy some fluff <3 <3

rated: g | words: 850

Roy Mustang often thought about Riza Hawkeye. She occupied his mind for the majority of his downtime out with work. Currently, he was missing her. It had been a while since they’d spent an evening together. Work was keeping them both incredibly busy now they were back in Central and campaigning to the top after Ishval. There was a tiredness buried so deeply in Roy’s bones that he barely had the energy to cook himself dinner that night. The damned carrot bested him, skewing suddenly as he peeled. The knife narrowly missed his finger.

Forgoing the risk of sustaining any real injury, he tossed the knife into the sink to be forgotten about and glared at the offending carrot. He ordered from the local Xingese restaurant instead. He’d rather keep himself intact than fight the vegetable.

As he sat down to eat, Roy chewed thoughtfully, remembering how the last time he’d ordered from a Xingese place was with Riza…

There was no one who knew Roy better. Riza always seemed to have the knack of pinpointing exactly what he needed before even he could arrive at the conclusion. The ability was uncanny. She turned a lot of heads with her skill and work ethic, but to Roy it was her beauty. Her eyes could read him like a book, and he’d never seen a shade of brown more beautiful before. Her hair, the colour of the golden sun, were a beacon of light in his darkness. It guided him towards salvation – her.

Hair up, hair down; long or short; it didn’t matter to Roy. Any style she chose was incredible. He’d loved running his hands through her long hair, his fingers tangling in her tresses. With it cropped, he could tease the ends with his fingers playfully in a way that would make her gasp quietly. Her short hair exposed the column of her neck, so his fingers could caress it. They would run over her scar from the Promised Day before he pressed kisses against it lovingly, his lips trailing up to her ear to make her laugh.

That also happened to be one of Roy’s favourite places to retire after a long day. Lying in bed, his face buried in the crook of her neck as they both drifted off, was his version of heaven. Feeling her pulse steady and strong underneath his lips, giving him the reassurance that she was alive, comforted him more than any words ever could. It calmed his mind and soothed his soul.

It was a place he dreamed of when they were apart. Roy had concluded after the Promised Day that they were simply not meant to be separated at any moment. Being blind, unable to determine if she was by his side and still alive had sparked an anxiety so strong within him, it left him unable to eat properly or sleep. He’d lay awake straining to hear any kind of noise from her while he stared into darkness.

Upon regaining his sight he’d become rather clingy. He’d never admit it aloud, but after spending months in pitch black and riddled with worry after what had occurred on the Promised Day, who could blame him? Feeling that pulse in the crook of her neck, the place that had been sliced so cleanly with a blade to kill, was his haven. Hearing it beat, strong and steady, in that exact same place banished his fears completely.

As Roy drifted off, his mind and body far beyond the point of exhaustion after a harrowingly long week, he returned to there in his dreams. His tired mind let him relax there, with her, holding Riza in his arms. Dreaming of that was much better than his reality – a large, cold, empty bed, devoid of his companion.

Vividly and suddenly, she was lying next to him. Roy could feel the softness of her flesh that hid hardened muscle underneath. He could feel the warmth beneath his cheek that made its way down into his chest and surrounded his heart. His arms wrapped around her frame tightly in response. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, against her cheek, then upon her neck. She sighed softly at his ministrations, pushing her body back against his. He grunted at the sensation, but his fatigue felt so great, even in dreamland, that Roy fell back against the pillows and dragged Riza with him. There was a hint of a giggle as he did so. The sound was music to his ears.

Blinking his eyes open, he found himself face to face with flesh. Disorientated, still thinking he was dreaming, Roy groaned quietly and burrowed in deeper. He inhaled deeply, savouring the smell of her and the calm her presence brought him.

“Sleep, Roy.” The words were impossibly quiet, right on the edge of his subconsciousness. Hands trailed through his hair slowly, calming him. He held on tighter, squeezing her body against his.

“Get some rest,” she commanded gently. “I’m here.”

Eyes batted open slowly. He wasn’t dreaming anymore. She was here. Finally, back by his side.

His sanctuary.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai oneshot #herebedragons14 #ask #fic request #emma writes #i'm v ill so apologies for any mistakes D:#i tried my best but brain power was v limited while editing :((#i'll delete tags later

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nuttystrawberrysalad · 3 years

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All About Knitted Hats

Quarantine has sparked plenty of new at-home hobbies. Maybe you picked up a paintbrush and tapped into your inner artist. Or, you might have transformed your kitchen into a bakery. For some, perfecting their knitting and crocheting skills even led to a business — which is why you're likely seeing the knit hat trend unexpectedly taking off on Instagram.

For Delsy Gouw, founder of Brooklyn-based label Its Memorial day, crocheting started out as a fun activity. "[It] originally started as an online Depop vintage shop [in 2019] but when Covid hit, I wasn’t able to source any goods," she tells TZR. "I also lost my job and found myself with a lot of time on my hands." Gouw picked up the old hobby of hers and began making items for friends, and then her friends' friends were requesting pieces, too. She then began crafting knit hats because she believed the demand was there. "I started with bags but when I posted them so many of my friends and followers asked when or if I’d be open to making hats and taking customs for hats," Gouw tells TZR. While trends typically fade away and come back later on, Gouw hopes this style will stay long-term. "[I] can’t speak for knitting, but the way crochet is done is truly so intricate, unique, and is made to last," she explains. "Crochet can only be done by hand so I think there is something special about having an accessory that is unique and handmade." Fans of Gouw's emerging brand include influencers like Reese Blutstein, Jo Rosenthal, and Ella Emhoff.

Who knows when the first person decided to put something over their head to keep it warm, but knitters know that knitted hats for women are some of the most fun and easy things to knit.

When they’re worked in the round there is little in the way of shaping, except when you get to the crown.

Most hats are worked from the bottom up, with stitches cast-on and worked in a snug stitch pattern such as ribbing, or in stockinette for a rolled bring hat, using a smaller size needle than is used for the head portion of the hat.

In many hat patterns, the hat is worked straight for the desired length of the crown, then nearly all of the stitches are evenly decreased over the course of just a few rounds.

The yarn is cut, the tail threaded through the remaining stitches, pulled tight, and fastened off to the inside of the hat.

The hat can be topped with a pom pom, i-cord, tassel, or whatever embellishment strikes your fancy.

A great book for learning to make hats is Ann Budd’s Handy Book of Patterns, from which some of the material on this page is excerpted. There are chapters on basic hats as well as the type of hats called “tams.”

There are several types of hats, but the most popular knitted hats for men are beanie-type caps, tams (sometimes called “berets”), slouch hats, earflap hats, and tuques.

Beanies: These hats can be super simple or dressed up with a lace or cable patterns. In cooler climates, they’re wonderful gifts for knitters to make.

Tams/Berets: There are so many different stitch patterns to use in this style. Tams and berets can be plain stockinette or intricate Fair Isle. This style of hat is really flattering on just about every face shape, too.

Earflap Hats: These hats are popular in cold climates. They’re great for keeping ears warm and they’re fun to knit. The knitters of Peru specialize in these hats, as shown in the photo at right.

Often a knitted hats for children will have a finished size that is smaller than the average adult head. That’s because hats meant to fit closely at the brim need a bit of negative ease to help them fit snugly and keep them on the head.

The amount of negative ease refers to the difference between the finished size of the object and the size of body part on which it will be worn. A hat that measures 19″ (48.5 cm) around and is worn on a 22″ (56 cm) head has 3″ (7.5 cm) of negative ease.

A beret-type hat might have negative ease at the brim, but a few inches of positive ease in the body of the hat. The extra fabric is what creates its loose, flowing shape, while the tighter brim keeps it fitted to the head.

Hats are a natural for circular knitting (or knitting in the round). This project for circular-knit adult hats offers three brim styles: hemmed, ribbed, and rolled stockinette. Whichever brim you choose, the directions call for shaping the top. Work this hat in plain stockinette stitch in a colorful or fashion yarn, or customize it by working the colorwork pattern included here. But don’t feel tied to those two options — use this hat as a canvas to express yourself.

If you knit the hat on one 16-inch circular needle, you’ll need to switch to double-pointed needles (or one of the other methods) at some point during the crown decreases because the stitches will no longer reach comfortably around the needle. It is easiest to knit hats using the magic-loop method with one long circular needle.

Choose a size

Determine the circumference you want for the hat. Most hats should be knit with negative ease (. Measure around the widest part of the intended wearer’s head and subtract 1⁄2 to 1-1⁄2 inches from that measurement to calculate the hat circumference.

A hemmed brim is not as stretchy as a rolled or ribbed brim, so it’s best not to include too much negative ease when using this hem.

Choose yarn and determine the gauge

Yarn for adult hats can run the gamut from practical to frivolous and fun. If you want a warm winter hat, for example, choose a yarn that is warm and durable, and knit it at a tighter gauge than recommended on the ball band. This results in a denser fabric that better retains heat. If, on the other hand, you are creating a fun accessory, you might choose a fashion yarn that adds a little flair. Because this hat is such a simple shape, it’s a great way to show off variegated or self-striping yarns.

To keep cool but stay warm during winter, you can’t skimp on great outerwear or outfit-making boots. The same goes for cold-weather accessories too: Because for the majority of the season, coats, boots, and, in this case, winter hats do most of the talking when it comes to bundling up while keeping things stylish. In order to break free from your standard winter-outfit formulas—and to keep your looks from looking like, well, everybody else—consider accessorizing functionally and fashionably this season. Here, find four headwear trends not to be missed, and shop 24 of the best winter hats, inspired by the most stylish women on the streets, from New York to Paris.

Buckets and Beyond

After runway debuts at Fendi and Loewe, the winter-ready hand knitted hat took over the streets last February—and this season the ’90s trend has continued to gain momentum. From shaggy faux furs to fuzzy angoras, from shearling to sherpa styles, the winter bucket hat is one of the cutest and coziest accessories of the season.

The ribbed-knit beanie has earned its place as a winter style staple for everyone from downtown urbanites to alpine skiers. New Yorkers might prefer sleek styles in a neutral color palette like black and speckled gray. Meanwhile, a pop of color would bring the perfect amount of joyous street-style-inspired Scandi chic to any drab winter look. And for those who wish to channel a bit of après-ski flair in their daily commute, look no further than one with a floppy, fluffy pom-pom.

The trapper hat is no longer just for the rugged outdoorsman or Elmer Fudd. Not convinced? The trapper has been deemed stylish enough for even the Parisians—in fact a black faux-fur version was spotted on the streets topping off a geometric-print coat, leather pants, and blue ankle booties for the ultimate in warmth and style. Et voilà! Not to mention everyone from classic winter-weather brands to It labels are backing the trapper trend—Heurueh, Kule, and R13 to name just a few. You heard it here first: The trapper is the ultimate winter hat for women this season.

On the tiny Peruvian island of Taquile, a man's worth isn't measured in his ability to hunt or fish, but in his ability to knit.

Alejandro Flores Huatta was born on the 1,300-person island, which is located on the Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca, a three-hour boat ride from the nearest city of Puno. The 67-year-old learned how to knit the iconic chullo (a tall, floppy Andean hat) as a child, with his older brother and grandfather teaching him by using the thorns of a cactus as knitting needles.

"Most of the people learn by looking, watching. Because I don't have a father, my older brother [and grandfather] taught me to knit. So by watching, I learned little by little," he said, speaking through a Quechua translator.

Taquile is famous for its textiles and clothing, and while women weave and tend to the sheep that provide the wool, men are the ones who exclusively produce the island's knitting cap for baby. The chullos are seen as culturally significant, playing a key role in the island's social structure and allowing men to show their creativity while also displaying their marital status, dreams and aspirations – some men even use it to show their mood. It's a tradition that islanders are working hard to preserve.

Residents were relatively cut off from the mainland until the 1950s, and the island's isolation has helped to keep its heritage and way of life intact. Locals abide by the Inca code of "Ama sua, ama llulla, ama qhilla", (Quechua for, "Do not steal, do not lie, do not be lazy"). Taquileans are farmers traditionally; the six island communities take turns to rotate crops of potato, corn, beans and barley in terraces on the mountainsides. They raise sheep, guinea pigs, chickens and pigs on the land and fish in the lake. Tourism kicked off in the 1970s, giving locals a source of income with tens of thousands of visitors drawn to the island annually to tour the villages and surrounding lake. Visitors typically stay with locals in humble, family-run accommodations; lend a hand-harvesting crops; try local specialties like fried trout and potatoes with rice, beans and mint tea; and purchase the island's famous handmade textiles.

Hats reveal men's marital status, dreams and aspirations

In 2005, Taquile's textile art was deemed so valuable that Unesco deemed it an Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity. Alejandro is one of the seven men on the island recognised as a Master of Textiles, along with the island's president, Juan Quispe Huatta.

The tradition has been around for the better part of 500 years, with roots in the ancient civilisations of the Inca, Pukara and Colla peoples. The Inca in particular, used their headdresses in a similar way to the Taquilean chullo, to display the specific insignia of their particular province – but that’s where the similarities end. The Taquilean chullo and the Inca headdresses look vastly different. The elders of the island tell of the chullo design arriving with the Spanish conquest in 1535, and Alejandro's grandfather passed on stories of the early conquerors wearing similar hats that were white with ear covers, "but not the same patterns or symbols," Alejandro said.

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Daddy Daryl part 3

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After telling the group about your big news, Daryl stopped lashing out as badly as he did the day he outed you. He still basically followed you around everywhere like a lost puppy, but he tried not to treat you too differently. However the men agreed that you shouldn’t be going out on runs anymore. You fought Rick tooth and nail, but he Glenn and Daryl agreed that it was unnecessary to risk your safety like that.

Time drug on slowly, and you began feeling like a prisoner at the prison(ironic, right?). Daryl would sleep with you on the nights that he wasn’t in the guard tower, slowly becoming more and more comfortable with you, in private. He would be awake well before you, typically leaving something on the bed side table for you. Some days it was a book, others it was a bottle of water or an orange. As you began to show more, he insisted that you stay in bed, but you refused.

You spent a lot of time attempting to learn new hobbies, working in the crops with Hershel, joining him in sessions with Carol and Maggie, anything to keep yourself occupied. For a while Daryl kept himself busy with runs, gathering as many supplies for the baby as possible. One day you were walking back up from the field, dusting the dirt off of your hands. At the top by the gate stood Daryl, Rick and Hershel talking. When you got closer, they noticed you and seemingly stopped their conversation after a look from Daryl. “What?” You question, slightly winded from walking up the hill. You have a baby bump at this point, but you were only going on five months. The winter was approaching fast, and that was why you were trying to stay on top of the crops, since food was going to be short as they begin to die.

Rick gives Daryl a look and he sighs, looking at you with reluctance. “Found a baby store, gonna head over there now.” He says, taking a step toward you and giving you a little squeeze on the shoulder. “Wait, hold up, I want to go.” You say, grabbing his bicep before he can walk away. Rick gives him another look but he shakes his head.

“No, Y/N.” Daryl speaks sternly, but you cross your arms and glare.

“I am coming! I want to pick out stuff for my child.” You argue.

“I will bring back as much as I can and ya can go through that.” He states matter of factly. Rick places a hand on your shoulder and looks again at Daryl.

“We already checked out the area, it seemed good. She’ll be safe with all of us.” Rick says, taking your side. You smile a little and give Daryl a hopeful look.

“Please? I’ll stay right by your side.” You practically beg. Daryl rolls his eyes and scoffs, but says “C’mon then, wasting daylight.”

When you get there, they tell you to wait in the car until they’ve established that the building and surrounding area is clear. Maggie decided to wait in the car with you as Daryl Rick and Glenn checked the place out. “How are you feeling?” She asks from her place in the front seat, looking back at you with a sweet smile.

“Nauseous, achey. But I needed to get out of there, I was going insane.” You explain, pulling your sweater on a little tighter. It’s only the beginning of November, but it was clearly going to be a rough winter, seeing as how cold it has been already. “Alright, we’re good.” Rick calls out. You and Maggie get out together and head over to join the men at the door of the building. Daryl is stiff and tense as he watches you walk over, watching your surroundings like a hawk, as if something was going to swoop you up out of nowhere. When you reach him, a large gust of wind blows your sweater and hair away, and you cross your arms tightly, obviously cold. He sets his crossbow down momentarily and pulls your sweater on you tighter, buttoning up the last button and rubbing your arms for a moment. “We need t’ find ya a better jacket.” He mutters, mostly to himself. “C’mon.” He says, grabbing his crossbow and leading the way inside. It’s dark but you can still see where you are going with the sunlight peeking inside. “Stay close.” You hear Rick call out quietly. It is a regular shopping store full of baby furniture and clothes and supplies, and it doesn’t look all that wiped out.

Unfortunately, there was no way for you to know what gender your baby was, so you didn’t exactly know what color clothes to grab. The group has been grabbing basically whatever they could find, both for your baby and for Judith. But since there are two to look after, supplies are even more crucial. Thankfully though, your baby would be able to have Judith’s hand-me-downs, being as she will be a little over a year older than your child.

You wandered around, looking at different things throughout the store, wondering where to even begin. All that the men had really brought back over the last few months were clothes diapers and formula. This was the first actual store for babies that they had come across, so you were hoping to find everything you still needed here. Glenn and Rick found some things that they already started working on moving outside to the truck. You watched as they carried a box of a build-it-yourself crib, and Maggie followed them with two strollers, shooting you a quick comforting smile as she passed. Daryl stuck close by you as you went through the baby clothes, picking out as much as you could for newborns, but also grabbing a bunch of stuff for all months as it grows.

You felt him behind you as you stared at an adorable pink dress for a 10 month old, your eyes tearing up. “Hmm?” He questions, rubbing his hand down your arm soothingly as he looks at the dress with you. This whole thing terrified him, but as time went on he felt himself growing more excited to meet the little version of himself and you.

“I’m just so happy. After everything happened… I had given up on the idea of ever having my own family… And now you’ve given that to me…” You explain, sniffling back tears and turning around to face Daryl. He looks embarrassed but you see a small smile threatening to expose itself. He just shrugs his shoulders, unsure of how to respond, and you giggle at him. You get up on your tippy-toes and give him a short kiss on the cheek, then leaning your forehead on his chest. He doesn’t speak, just rubbing your back and holding you against his chest. Your pregnancy has made him more open and affectionate than before, and you have been loving it.

“C’mon, let’s finish up here.” He mutters after a moment, and you nod, filling up your basket with more baby clothes.

When you guys returned the sun had almost fully set. Daryl helped you out of the truck and told you to head up, insisting that they will grab everything. “Stop.” You mutter tiredly, grabbing two baskets full of clothes, one in each hand, and beginning to head inside. The run had certainly tired you more than you had expected it to, so you took the stuff inside and placed it on one of the big tables, then headed off to your room to lay down.

You carefully laid back, your feet finally feeling some relief. You quickly drifted off to sleep, but only for about a half an hour. When you woke up, you were alone, but it was almost totally dark. You headed out in search of Daryl and food, feeling both lonely and hungry. And so you walked around the prison munching on a banana, asking around if anyone knew where Daryl was.

“What’s wrong?” You hear, and spin around to find Daryl approaching you.

“Nothing, nothing I’m fine.” You assure him, watching as he relaxes a little. “I just missed you.” You mumble. Daryl gives you a look and you smile shyly. “I’d blame the hormones but… It’s just you.” You flirt a little, taking a step closer to him and touching his arm playfully. He rolls his eyes and smirks lightly at you. “C’mon then.” He mutters, putting his hand on the small of your back and heading back to the cell block. You started heading toward your cell, but Daryl stops you. “Come see this,” He mumbles, leading you toward the last cell. You look at him curiously but look inside and gasp. The room had been set up with a crib, rocker and some baby stuff. They put stickers on the wall and set up a little storage bin area in the corner with toys and clothes. “Daryl! It’s perfect!” You exclaim, your eyes tearing up and you turn around and throw your arms around him. “You’re amazing, I love it!” You exclaim in his chest, hugging him as best as you can with your bump. He hesitates for a moment, but wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head. “Good.” He whispers, rubbing your back again.

You ended the night in bed in Daryl’s arm, feeling restless but tired. “If it’s a boy… Daryl junior.” You mutter suddenly, catching him off guard.

“Really?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes!” You laugh, totally serious.

“What bout a girl?” He asks, brushing some hair out of your face, curious about the names you thought of for that.

“Emily?” You ask, looking up at his face in the dark for his reaction. He doesn’t make a face, only looking down at you.

“Mm.” He mutters, smiling slightly. “I like it.” He says. He catches you off guard by placing his hand on your bump, looking at you as though asking permission, and you nod at him. He gently rubs it, closing his eyes and beginning to drift off to sleep, holding the two most precious things to him closely.

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stage fright || { solo }

Evie’s left hand cradled the microphone, her lips pressed against the grate. Slender fingers of her right hand entwined themselves in the cord. Body swaying to the rhythm supplied by the three other girls, she let her sticky, lilting voice take up with the music.

“Sex addicts, drugs, and vampires They permeate my life Don’t know which one I’m gonna be tonight.”

The microphone stand moved with her, tilting up on its edges as she let her mind unravel more in the music.

“I know you think I’m crazy. You think I’ve lost my mind. I’m locked and loaded - got you in my sights.”

With her fingers, she made the shape of a pistol, taking aim at no one in particular as she began to sing the chorus. “Turn the lights out, Lay your head down Now you got me where you want me. I’m the pain and you’re the pleasure. Can’t you read the signs? I got a one-track mind”

Pale eyes scanned over the sweaty, drunken crowd, trying to find someone to sing to, someone to increase crowd involvement. No one was watching the show, though. They were barely even listening, more focused on the sloppy gyrations of their hips in dance. She snatched the microphone from the stand and curled the wire around her forearm before starting the second set of verses.

“I'm numb; I've got no conscious Can't get you off my mind You're in my line of fire every time You narcissistic lover You complicate my life But then I find myself with you tonight.”

Before the bridge to the second chorus began, she had flounced across the stage toward December, her guitarist, and draped a lazy arm across the girl’s shoulders. The girl cracked a smile as she strummed, picking up the beat just a bit.

“You are my nemesis, The one I can’t resist. I’ve got a one-track mind: I’m losing it. I need another hit, I think you could be it, I’ve got a one-track mind...”

As she sang, Evie let her hand gently caress the guitarist, toying with her hair before pretending to push her away at the end. Making her way back to the center of the stage, she began the chorus again. After the stunt with Ember, more eyes were on the band, and her in particular. The familiar rush of adrenaline pulsed through her as she began to sing the bridge in a sultry voice, eyes closed and hands tangling in her mess of golden locks.

“I wanna love you to oblivion, Get underneath your skin.”

Evie opened her eyes, about to sing the next line with a hollowing gaze, but instead she was hollowed herself. Her words fell back into her throat. With their lead frozen, the band played on for a few moments before drawing the song to a premature and disheveled end. With her hand still holding the cymbal, Antonia hissed, “What the fuck, Eve?” but Evie didn’t hear her.

Instead, Evie’s attentions were focused on the pair of women who had walked in just moments before and were hanging up their jackets. One girl had striking blue eyes, but she hadn’t caught sight of the other’s yet. Still, she knew they were deep, endless dark pools fit for not much more than drowning. More eyes were drawing to her, noticing the lack of rhythm if nothing else. It was only a matter of time before Allison would turn around, drawn to the scene, and see her. Her legs started before her mind, so that by the time she realized she needed to flea, she was already backstage and crashing into the staff bathroom.

Knuckles turned porcelain white as she gripped the edges of the sink, leaning over, ready to retch. She rocked on her palms, eyes raising to meet identical ones in the mirror. Sweat was beading at her brow from the stage lights, and her body was quivering.

The door opened, a patron walking in but also revealing the crowd beginning quiet again as the rest of the band attempted to gather up their pride and continue the show without her. Evie gritted her teeth. Shame, anxiety, and hopelessness swirled through her. Her fingernails scraped the smooth stone as her hands curled into fists. A purposefully discordant note came from the stage, and she felt something snap inside. Her fist met the mirror before she could process. Glass splintered, small shards falling to the floor while what remained resembled a spiderweb that skewed her reflection. Blood began flowing from the dozen fresh cuts on her fist. She cursed herself as she held it beneath running water, watching the pink go down the drain.

“You seem tense,” came a voice from behind her. Evie looked up, seeing a dozen smaller versions of the same woman she saw when she turned around. She was maybe the same age as her, but she looked older. She was thin, wiry, and her blonde hair hung limp and lifeless. Evie knew the look. She’d worn it once. The girl smiled, producing a small, clear tube with white powder in it. “Want a hit to take the edge off?”

Evie’s throat went dry. The water in the sink was still running, and the girl approached, reaching by to turn it off. “So what do you say?” she pressed again, holding the tube between her thumb and index finger in front of Evie’s face. “It’ll help, promise.”

An irritant found its way to Evie’s nose, and she crinkled it. Her heart had gone from her stomach to her ears, and once again, her mouth wasn’t forming the words it needed to. Nothing came out, so the girl simply dipped her pinky into the powder before holding it in front of Evie’s nose. For the first time, Evie noticed the tattoo the encircled her upper wrist: a snake eating its own tail. She exhaled. It all comes back to this, she thought. She leaned down slightly, pressing one nostril closed as she inhaled the coke.

“You’re a pro!” the girl claimed, delighted as Evie sniffed at the new irritant in her nose. The flickering lights in the bathroom seemed to hum now, though her hand was throbbing more. “You should wrap that though...” Her voice seemed to trail off, as if she had just noticed the injury.

“Thanks,” Evie said, realizing it was the first actual thing she had said to this girl. “I should go.” As she walked from the bathroom, she tore around her shirt, turning it into a crop top and wrapping the fabric around her hand as a makeshift bandage. She didn’t have time to think as she bounced back up the stairs to the stage. Allison would see her this time, she knew that, but she had no idea how she would react to being seen. Her gut twisted as she told the band, “Let’s play ‘Dying’ and then call it a night, okay?” Antonia and Nikki both nodded and started setting up, but December looked like she wanted to say something. Not giving her the opportunity, Evie turned and grabbed the microphone stand.

“Sorry about that,” she apologized with faux sheepishness to the crowd. “One too many whiskey sours, I guess.” She laughed and shrugged, and one or two chortles came from the crowd. “Anyway, we’re Candied Poison, and this is ‘Dying’.”

Evie didn’t dare look up toward the bar yet, too scared she’d be transfixed. Lips pressed against the microphone, she whispered, “See the cripple dance,” as the band played its first few notes. She continued, “Pay your money, baby / Now’s your chance”. It wasn’t until she breathed “Eyes like cyanide” and the band started taking up with the true rhythm that she raised her eyes to the bar, immediately locking - whether by chance or fate - with Allison’s.

“I am so dumb Just beam me up I've had it all forever I've had enough”

She let the note hang in the air for a moment, watching Allison’s movements as she did so. Her fears had been right; she was completely transfixed. But something she didn’t expect happened. Allison couldn’t meet her gaze. Anger replaced shame, adrenaline fueled by the drugs.

“Remember, you promised me I'm dying, I'm dying, please I want to, I need to be Under your skin”

The beat slowed again, and Evie found herself on the floor, legs bent on either side of her.

“Our love is quicksand So easy to drown They steal the gravity, yeah From moving ground

Our love is quicksand So easy to drown They steal the gravity, yeah From moving ground”

Rising as she sang the chorus for the second time, her eyes found Allison again. She seemed to be begging the girl she was with to leave, and, she couldn’t quite tell under the dim bar lighting, but her cheeks may have been glistening with tears. What right did she have to feel hurt? Evie’s uninjured hand gripped the microphone tighter, leaving crescent indentations on the rubber handle. As she sang first part of the bridge, the venom seemed to drip from each word.

“And now I understand You leave with everything You leave with everything I am Withering”

She held the last note out, jumping off the stage as it drew to a close. The microphone chord trailed behind her as the crowd parted ways for her to make it towards the bar. Allison’s back was to her, but she turned just as Evie began singing again.

“And now I know that love is dead You've come to bury me There's nothing left here to pretend Anything”

To any onlooker, it may have been hard who wilted under whose gaze. Evie turned her bravado begin to wear thin, tears welling in her eyes. By the time she had reached the stage again to finish the song, Allison had disappeared.

* * *

Evie inhaled the last breath of the cigarette she was smoking, dropping and stubbing it out onto the concrete. Nikki slammed the van’s doors shut, giving it a couple smacks as a sign it was all loaded up. December walked towards Evie, concern on her face before she could even speak.

“Don’t,” Evie preempted her, putting her hand up and starting to walk away.

Ember put her hand on the girl’s shoulder, who shrugged it off. With a sigh, she said, “I’m just worried. You seem...” Although the sentence hung in the air, unfinished, both girls knew the rest.

Without looking at her, Evie said, “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“You’re scratching again.”

Evie looked down to see blotchy pink lines across her old track marks. She only scratched when she was close to using. Tugging her sleeves down, she walked toward the passenger door of the van.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

#p #stage fright #solo

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Sleepover|| AU Drabble; Shawna, Danny, Arina

Shawna had been rather solitary and busy with her midterms, and just happened to finally find time on one of her late nights were she was supposed to be studying or working on a project and thought about the invitation that Arina had extended to her about hanging out over the weekend to finally hang out and sleepover. The girl had basically thrown a tantrum because she had come back and wanted to see the other girl, to which she was surprised to be wanted so badly and it’s exactly what she could handle.

Danny and Arina had spent countless hours together since he had picked her up from the airport. The couplet had decided to waste no time with their rare opportunity to see if their usual fun and antics still could be enjoyed even as a girl. It was better than they could have imagined, but Danny’s mind did wonder when the moments were still. Arina was everything he wanted and he still saw the man in flipflops. He could express what he felt and it seemed easier than the games and teasing they’d do to hide their affections under, probably because the male version held onto the fear that didn’t exist in Arina, it made this way more comfortable- almost too comfortable.

“Danny?” Arina asked while drying her hair with a towel, wrapping it around her and crawled over Danny’s bed to hear him, her body and face glistening with droplets of water and painted pink with blushing rosey skin. The man was not expecting her to crawl up because he was lost in his headphones, rolling tray in his lap while he rolled. The only thing that indicated her presence was the soft pressure of his arm getting lodged between her breasts.

He quickly straightened up and pushed off one of his headphones, “A-A-Arina, back up sweetie, I almost dropped this-” he said, looking over slowly before exclaiming from noticing her lack of clothes, “Ah! My arm was caught in your..fun bags!” he erupts into giggling, “Put some clothes on, please.”

Arina gasped and looked down, throwing herself back on her knees, clutching herself as he explained, gasping and getting frustrated herself. “Danny~! I-I was trying to ask you something!” she lightly throws her fist down and as her hair materializes into a messy ponytail, “I’m still not used to having boobs, forgive me, my depth perception is off!” she argued, her chest undulating lightly, “Now that I have your attention, how about we have a sleepover!” she perked up.

“You’re here all the time, you live here! How does that not count as something other than a constant sleepover,” he teased.

“You’re right,” Arina mused staring quizzically at her bra, but threw it away for an oversized t-shirt on Danny’s floor, which immediately changed to a tighter crop top, her underboob on display, and a very cheeky pair of bikini-cut tidey whiteys that were pink with Danny’s favourite dinosaur littered about the fabric as 8-Bit figures. She turned to him after, still making a hard-thinking expression complete with her thumb and finger craddling her chin. Then the idea strikes her, rising a pointed finger and an exclamation point appearing above her, “We should tell Shaw to come! Oh I missed her so much! I slept over with her the last time and I had soo much fun!” She shakes her fists and her eyes closed as she bounced up and down. Danny had still been frozen at his favourite things appearing on Arina, worry about it only briefly since it would go back after she took it off. He was more enamored by her overall look and her voice. Once he heard Shawna’s name, and that she knows about Arina, he figured it would be good for all of them. He quickly searched the bed for her phone and handed it to her. While Arina called Shawna over with promises of a sleepover, Danny couldn’t get his mind off Arina and how his visual stimulation was normal, but his chest felt so tight while his body felt like adrenaline was pumping- even a small sweat starting to form. It was becoming more apparent he couldn’t deny how he felt. He just tried to focus on finishing his blunt and grabbing his container full of roaches and breaking them down for the last one. “She said yes!” Arina piped up and ran out of his room to the kitchen.

Danny was worried about someone seeing her, but their whole house knew of his...girlfriend? So, he finished his task before joining her popping popcorn in the kitchen. “I’m gonna Go Puff some more stuff, and I’ll get...what did you want to eat?” he asked, walking up to her while she sat on the counter, scrolling through his phone.

Arina initially got nervous when he came up because she was hyperfixated on waiting for the popcorn.The girl welcomed the warmth of his body and stared at him up and down, also seeing what food he was scrolling through to give herself a better idea. “Uhhm, I’ll eat whatever Shaw eats! She’ll be here soon anyway!” Arina shrugged speaking lower since Danny was so close. She couldn’t hide her blush and stress mark on her forehead. She could practically hear her heartbeat as she scooted closer to the edge and caught a whiff of Danny’s sweat and light cologne and was caught up on its must and sweetness, “Oh my god, Danny~...You smell amazing..” her body leas into his as she tries to inhale more.

“Wo-oo-woooaaahh! Arina!” Danny exclaims as his best friend was extremely close and throwing her body off the counter to smell him. He acted fast, getting his hands under thighs and her cheeks, grabbing on and pushing her up a little higher so she was perched. She pinned his hands down when she sat and it felt like her grip on his neck might make him woozy, but there he was: face buried Arina’s neck, but quickly retreated with the sweet smell of spring and fruit lingering on his nose.

Arina was so intoxicated that she barely noticed that she was sitting on Danny’s hands, making her push her knees in to trap his waist. “Leigh Daniel Avidan...you dog!” she bit her lip, no longer hiding her blush. Her breath heavier in her voice she decided to test the waters, “Aren’t you supposed to handle delicate packages with care?”

“You wouldn’t really want me to grab you anywhere else,” he responded, stuck but also not running from the lingering scent or soft flesh and voice.

“Oh? I think you’re supposed to avoid going straight for grabbing my ass, just shows where your eyes have been,” Arina retorted.

“You keep..throwing your..fucking bouncy ass tiddies on me and you’re mad I grabbed your ass?!” he says exasperated, sliding his hands from under her, “And from my experience, girls don’t react well to big guys grabbing their waist.”

“You caling me a whimp?” Arina challenged.

“I’m saying that we shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen-”

“Do it, do it, Dan! Fucking coward,” she cut him off and reached to hold his face, giggling with her elevated energy.

Danny didn’t back down, pressing his lips into hers, sliding his hands up her thighs until he met her hips and then waist, being sure to hold off on his heavy pressure as his thumbs pushed into her sides, fingers pushing into her lower back. He knew he had passed the tipping point and got into it, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss, knowing from the muffled moan from her end and her relaxing into his touch and throwing her arms around his neck. They quickly separated when they they heard the door being wrapped on, but not enough, “That’s...It’s Shawna. I gotta get the door dude...”

“Awh..” Arina said, making a pout, then thinking quickly, “Send her the code to get in.” She mentioned it, getting more lost in Danny’s hands and his scent.

“Arina...Come on-” he said, trying to fight her off.

“Do it or carry me with you...How’d you think I’ve been getting in Theta Mu, baby?”

“Just because you do it doesn’t make it right,” he argued with a scoff, simply grabbing her cheeks again and picking her up, walking over to the door and opened it for her.

“Oh my god,” Shawna giggled, taking a long look at Arina wrapped around Danny, coming in and closing the door. “Is that what we’re doing over here?” She asked as she took off her coat, following the two.

“You’re just in time actually,” Danny said over Arina’s shoulder as he returned to the kitchen, giving one cheek a playful slap, causing Arina to yelp, “We were popping popcorn and deciding what else else we’re ordering out.”

Shawna smiled at Arina’s noise, grabbing the popcorn bag and dumping it into the bowl on the counter, “OOOooo, I want some Asian food. Like I wanna fill up my palette with it!”

“That does sound amazing~” Arina joined turning her head.

“I know this cheap ramen and sushi place we can order from,” Shawna said getting close to Arina, “Hey Arina, are my hands cold?!”

Danny laughed as Arina screamed from cold hands on her back, “Staaahhhp! Put me down!~” she exclaimed, making Danny put her down with a huff, only to get her waist grabbed by Shawna, the electricity of pleasure shooting through the girl, moaning softly as she was pulled into her, “Aaah~ So c-cold!~ Shaw!” she fought her off weakly before being let go and still recieveing a slap on the ass from her.

“Go and put some clothes on, babe,” Shawna said, laughing.

“This is as good as it gets, you know that!” Arina snapped back with a stomp.

“What’d she put on?” she asked.

“That’s my The Who t-shirt. The really big one, and it just-”

“Oh yeah, I know, I’m jealous because it’s made some of my clothes cuter,” Shawna replied to Danny, who takes the popcorn bowl and starts taking their party back to his dorm.

Danny, Shawna and Arina were strewn across his bed, their highs settling in as they watched TV. Shawna gave Arina a glance to see her intently playing on Danny's Switch with a blanket over her legs and headphones on. "Hey Danny," Shawna asks from the edge of the bed while she sat up. He looks over at her and raises an eyebrow.

"Heyy, Shawna, what's up?" he asked with a lazy smile, "Is the food coming?"

"No..not yet...but like..do you like like Arina too?" she questioned.

"Yeah, of course I do. I love her, but shush! I never said that..." Danny replied, then sitting up more too, getting the tray off his bed and allowing Shawna to crawl up onto him, "I love you, too," he cooed, kissing the girl's forehead and causing her to smile.

"Awh, Danny, that's sweet. I love you a lot...but like, would you fuck her?" she asked with a giggle growing in her throat, rolling onto her back off of him, looking up anticipating a response.

"Uhh, well yeah duh, I'd fuck her right outta those..sick dino panties," he said a little slurred, "But like, it's still my best friend."

"So..you're saying that if if was Arin in dino panties, you still wouldn't?" she asked after the giggle escaped.

"No! It's that it's Arin!" he says, which triggered the both of them into a harsh laughing fit, then finding his breath, "There's still a whole blunt left by the way," he notes as he sits up and glances at the tray.

"Well let her and I earn it first, cus fuck I'm like trying not to be a damned vegetable," Shawna whined a little as she pushed her hair back.

"How would you wanna earn it?" he asks, turning his body in a complete 180 to be criss-cross applesauce next to Shawna, seemingly upside down to her, "You wanna play for it, babygirl?" He smiled while he playfully pinched her cheek and she slunk to the middle of the bed before sitting up and crawling to his shoulder, causing him to give her another peck on her forehead. She kissed his neck, then pushed a finger on his jaw and pulled him in for a slow and electric kiss that caused her heart to beat out of her chest with excitement that sent a wave of pleasure through her body, "You're right, I forgot my manners, hey honey bunch, how've you been?" he asks, realizing how late he was with catching up on Shawna's life. She shrugged and began trailing kisses down his neck, settling on a spot and taking a curious hand to his lap, which made him catch on to what she was saying, but let his awkwardness get the better of him and he huffed nervously as he began to squirm from her touch making his bulge harder to hide, "Hm?" he turned to her and gave her a few more kisses when he gently grabbed her head, "Mmh-Mmh, tell me, baby," he shook his head and touched their noses together and she caressed his face with her thumb and booped his nose.

"Ok, but seriously, it's been hectic...Like I've been reading and putting together sources for the general topics of my thesis, and shit like that..." she explained, never stopping her hand and trailing off and she studied his expression changes from her working at his flesh. Both of them pushing their hair out of their faces as they found a little break from what they had started, "So was the sleepover your idea or hers?"

"Arina's, she really wanted to hang out with us. And I'm not sure she knows about...us..." he replied, hesitantly, struggling to think due to his high and the fact that his cock and began to throb from Shawna's touch uncontrollably. The both of them had looked over at Arina, who was still completely immersed in her game. Shawna turns back to Danny with a warm smile, "She really is adorable," he said to the air, mindlessly rubbing little shapes into her side.

"Adorable enough for a little romp?" Shawna asks, making her voice cuter and slower, turning her head towards him again, feigning a pout as she continued aimlessly massaging him.

"Sh-Shawna~ c-come on!" Danny said as he was overwhelmed, taking her hand into his and stopping it, "You're such a horndog..I-It's Arina we're talking about here, and..I.uh-"

"I already did that...why do you think she called me here? At some point tonight, your dick is gonna give her the aheago face. And it's pretty fun. She's hella into stuff and clearly if she sought me out then nothing has changed between us, if that's what you're worried about," Shawna jumped up with her frank enthusiasm, hoping to make him more comfortable, "ALSO! Now. Stay with me here. You get to have live lesbian porn in front of you. You can touch, you can play..if you say, I'm always yours!" the girl half-joked, erupting in a laughing fit with Danny and fell back to the end of the bed, staying there.

"How are you gonna fuck her and you're stoned?" Danny argued, "You would laugh more than you would cum."

"Then sober me up and make me cum, baby," she challenged him, sitting up on her elbows and raising an eyebrow while she shook her knee.

"Well I don't believe you swapped bodily fluids with her, so maybe...show me?" Danny, trying not to hesitate while thinking of how to engage but also indulge Shawna. His member started to pulse from the sheer though of the two having sex in front of him.

"You dare me?" Shawna asked.

"You know what? I triple-dog dare you to get under that blanket and..I dunno, work your magic I guess!" he said, not meaning to sound more enthusiastic, but couldn't laugh off his nervousness because the girl had disappeared, crawling to his blindside and pulling him in for another slow kiss before he bounced back by deepening the action, caressing her cheek and almost falling into her so that he could find his relief before she pulls away, putting up a finger to his lips.

"Your wish...is my command, just watch and learn, baby," she said, moving back and positioning herself under the blanket where Arina couldn't see her sneaking underneath and using her fingers to feel her out and tease her folds, kissing up her thighs.

"Sh-Shaw..hah~..what're yahhh~" Arina said when she noticed the girl digging under the blanket, gasping and trying not to moan, pulling her headphones off, blush escaping her cheeks, "F-f-f-f-ffuck, Shawna, slow d-do-down~" Although being caught off guard, Arina felt the electricity of Shawna's movements, her hips lifting a little, not realizing that she had forfeited her underwear, feeling the warmth that shot her pleasure higher, exclaiming to the ceiling and slinking down a little more. She almost forgot about Danny until she opened her eyes again panting and covered her mouth. Her moans became rougher while Shawna continued, her back arching as she saw the girl push the blanket off of her, locking eyes as she looked down, "Oh my gosh~s-s-so good~" she breathed, hearing Shawna's moans against her bud, her hand sliding off her face and push her hair back, the other holding Shawna's crown section of hair.

Danny was in a state close to euphoria and peak arousal as he watched the girls, trying to let his nervousness flow as his legs shuffled over to get a closer look at Shawna and Arina. It was stunning and beautiful to just observe how pleasure flows through them. The control and aggression Shawna exhibited was so unlike what he'd seen her to be, even as a co-head of her house. Arina looked nothing like Arin while she rolled her hips and squirmed in Shawna's hands and began to really envision himself in her mouth, just to start, he wanted to keep her mouth busy if it was going to be open wide like that. He just wanted to savor his view before finding a place to start in on. Arina's playful noises had been superseded by her moans and rushed words in response to Shawna, and Danny was engulfed by it as his hardened cock being touched without his knowledge caused him to shift, then gasped. Instead of jumping, he melted into Arina's hand, a gruff groan as she stroked him through his pajama pants. He was still very hesitant although his hips were moving with her and let her have control. Arina's gasp at his rigid organ trapped in cloth was deep and curious, her lip curling in as Shawna's fingers found her sweet spot pushing a long moan in her throat. Danny finally caves as he yanks down his pants and boxers, allowing his member to flex free, and taking Arina's hand and enclosing it on him, groaning into the ceiling.

Arina tried her best to keep a rhythm since Shawna had raised her head slowly to pump her fingers to keep Arina's pleasure, biting her lip as she watched Danny finally joining and an idea brewing in her head, She looked at him and Arina while she continued to play with Arina's bud and curl into her g-spot, wearing her down into an eruption of cries, moans, and rambling. Upon her pleas that she was close to an orgasm, Shawna double down, making her let go of Danny and throwing her hand down onto the discarded blanket as she gripped it and arched her back. Danny was surprised but almost relieved as he had been extremely close to his first orgasm just when Arina let herself go and released him. He let out a stuttered moan as he watched Arina's back arch while Shawna watched on with a devious smirk.

Once she finished, Shawna rose and looked at the pinked skin on the girl. 'Aw, don't worry Danny you're gonna cum," she said, rising and getting off the bed, stripping quickly while she grabbed her bag and taking out long pink toy encased in a plastic bag sticking one end in her mouth as she came back to the bed.

"W-what are you gonna do w-with that?" Danny asked as he removed his bottoms and kept his shirt on for the time being, his brain fogging as Arina went to curiously pump his erection and thought deeply about putting it in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmh, probably see if she can do two things at once, or squirt, because I think that would be really cute," she said casually, tapping the girl and motioned for her to move so that she was positioned under the both of them and propped up just enough to take Danny dick into her mouth if she chose. "Where'd you wanna cum, Danny baby?" she asked before she finished lubricating the dildo and prepping Arina.

"Uhh..who wants it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down and carefully took a hold of Arina's head and opening her mouth so that he slid in, "Fuck~ Shawna you're the guest babe..how about you?...E-Easy on the teeth, Arina," he mentioned quickly as his breath hitched, realizing he had to teach her how to suck dick as he went along. He stopped her when Shawna finally inserted the toy as far as it'll go feeling the vibrations of her moans on his cock and hummed happily, pushing her hair away as she looked at him. "You like being used like this? You're gonna suck my cock good, right babgirl?" he asked, slowly moving her head back and forth on his shaft while she hummed a yes and locked eyes with him. Arina was beyond excited and could barely contain herself when she had seen that Shawna was prepared and had a goal in mind that she never considered, let alone if she could do it. She was absolutely struck by how gentle Danny was being and how turned on by how sexy it looked and sounded. She watched Shawna take her leg up and mount herself to the other end of the toy and felt the push on her end. It sunk in at that moment that she was trapped between the two of them, her focus being switch once she felt Danny's warm hand on her breast, exposing it and playing with her nipple, which made her cry from the pleasure it sent through her body.

"She looks like a real slut..I can't wait for her to make me cum," Shawna smiled as she slowly began to move, biting her lip and letting a soft moan escape, "Well, Danny..you have to pick which one you wanna see~ You wanna watch her squirt all over this bed or see if she can swallow your cum while I fuck her?" she asked, taking his free hand and placing it on her own breast.

"Uhhmmmhh mmhh~ make her make a mess first. I wanna turn you into my cum dumpster," he said after thinking it over, interrupted by a moan before he said anything, "I want her to watch you and understand how I'm gonna fuck her for teasing me so much."

"Oooo~ I can't wait, baby," Shawna replied excitedly, picking up speed a little as she heard Arina's whines, "You heard that Arina? You're gonna fucking cum for me, baby~" She played with her now swollen bud as she thrust and rolled her hips on the girl, causing Arina to be quiet at times and then her noises ramp up as edging her. She tries to be mindful of her movements so that the blowjob Arina gives is somewhat enjoyable.

Danny was trying extremely hard not to fuck her face, “U-use your tongue..there you go..g-g-good girl..” He was moving her moderately and careful not to push too hard, but he was in a state of euphoria that was only because it was her. Arina giving him eye contact as she watched the man fall under her spell and she couldn’t control her moans, even through her orgasm as she backed off and took a breath before shuddering through the orgasm that crept on her via Shawna’s thrusting, which made her smile when she heard the girl’s familiar moans and cries.

Danny moves away from Arina so he can give attention to Shawna, giving her a a long kiss while they heard Arina enjoy herself with Shawna’s hips. He held her head and touched their foreheads while he watched the girl get lost in her pleasure. "Such a good girl...Feels good?..Look at me. Does my good girl wanna cum for me?" he asked, pleasantly surprised at the assertion in his tone, and the dominance flowing through him as she nodded her head frantically, sounding very desperate as she agreed when she felt Arina's hands on her body.

Arina was absolutely taken by the sight of Shawna being under Danny's control while she heard the girl's whines and soft gasps from Danny's soft words. Her pleasure spiking at his dominance and Shawna simply melting from it, she didn't blame her, it was so unlike him that she would too. The girl studied her body a little longer and then shifted a little to sit up, taking her hip with one hand that rested on her back, the other snaking between Shawna's legs to give her extra attention, "Mm..Her turn first~" she smirked as she worked her front and took control of the thrusts, effectively drawing her closer to orgasm and watched as it wracked her body, merciless to Danny's mouth on her neck. Arina bit her lip while she watched, realizing her own arousal was becoming way too potent to ignore, but just wanted to edge it a little further as she looked at her hands and kept them there while she let Shawna ride out her last waves. Not long after, Arina was at it again, hearing the familiar feminine gasp and her hurried whines and begging to Danny was he simply soaked it all in. It was so powerful that Arina barely noticed her own soft hums as her hips slowed down again since tipping Shawna over the edge was easier this time.

Shawna couldn't have asked for anything better as she came down from her euphoric chamber to see Arina underneath her, but shot her an evil smirk as she looked back towards Danny and took his head in her hands, "I think it's her turn now...I got something that'll definitely turn her into a busted pipe!" Danny nodding into their slow kiss as her hands freed both of them of the pink toy between them and then leaning over her bed to grab the assembled piece: blue, slightly larger and only one sided. Shawna took the time to get herself ready while Danny watched until Arina rose and stood on her knees in front of Danny, which he smiled before taking her hand and making her stroke him lightly.

"I-I've never done it before..W-w-what if I can't..~" Arina asked, gasping when Danny surprised her with his gesture, picking up where he left off.

"If I can get it out of Shawna, then I have no doubt you can...you just gotta relax and remember to breathe..It's like cumming really hard, and you'll probably barely notice with my dick down your throat," Danny explained, landing plush kisses on her bare skin, whispering in her ear and causing her to gasp, throwing her hand over her mouth. She was still blown away at his change up that although it was very arousing to hear, it didn't even seem like Danny of all people would utter such words. He pulls her closer briefly to kiss her shoulder before tapping it and letting her know to lay down "And might I say you have the cutest little pink lips..."

"Danny, spit roast or side winder?" Shawna asks, sizing Arina up and coming over to place her hands on her waist as she moves forward when Danny moves back, lining herself up to tease her a little and running curious fingers across her lips while she's on her knees.

"Spit roast. It'll go straight down, just get a towel- actually.." he grabs his large towel from the end of his bed and throwing it underneath Arina, "There," he mentions before lining himself to her mouth, "Remember..don't go too hard. I'm saving my nuts for you."

"I won't~ not like it'll take much," she mentioned, spreading her lips and teasing her finger by pushing against her spot and hearing the gasps and cries starting already, "You're so fucking wet, baby.." She used her extension to tease her hole and lubricate it before pushing in lightly and pulling her back to keep her from leaning forward too much, hearing more sounds. Once she got a few pumps and found a comfortable way to focus her spot, she started with moderate long strokes first, hearing Arina groan from the intensity.

Danny smiled and welcomed Arina servicing him, especially when the pace was set by Shawna's hips. He sat back a little with a deep growl as he tried to keep his own promise to Shawna, pushing his hair back again as he dropped his gaze to the girl, "Look at me, baby..Let me see those pretty eyes, you're doing great~" he held her head a little, caressing her cheek and pushing her hair back. It really was a beautiful sight, especially since she was making so many little noises because of the other girl. He thought about how he could last without blowing it too early and simply moved back a little more, not allowing his full shaft in, and looked at Shawna, "Shawna, sweetheart, start giving it to her, I'm ready."

Shawna’s hips got quicker, the girl concentrating on her for a brief while before slowing down, teasing the other girl and hearing needy noises as she rose to meet Danny’s eyes again. She smirked as she made deep and slow strokes, holding the girl’s waist tight as she started to pump again, eating up all of her noises. Arina, in a whirlwind of confusion and pleasure, was enjoying Danny's gentle touch versus Shawna's roughness. She made sure to keep things even by swirling her tongue for Danny's head, hearing him falter at the motions. She felt the girl slow up once more and attempted to catch her breath while she dug into her spot, sliding Danny away from her to simply lay on the bed as she succumb to the waves crashing over her, panting and tongue lolling out. "I think I'm wearing her down," Shawna giggled, slowing for a brief pause, making sure that the girl was okay, "You alright, baby?~"

Danny looked at her with his lip pulled in to keep from biting it, but smirked when Shawna pointed out Arina's expression, "Yeah, let her take a breather..she's such a trooper." He reached down, caressing her cheek and pushing her hair off of her forehead adhered by sweat, while stroking himself with his free hand, "Fuck..~" he muttered, feeling himself get close again and it being unbearable from how many times he had been built up by Arina's mouth.

Shawna looked at her choices in front of her and really wanted Danny to follow-through. "How bad you wanna cum now, Danny?" she asked, pulling from the girl and clutching her own breast, "You look like you're ready to blow.."

"I really am~" he mentioned, scoffing lightly as she asked him getting off of the bed as the idea flooded into his head. "C'mere," he said, taking her by the waist gently, guiding her to bend over his bed, touching her dampened folds to tease her a little before lining himself up to push in, cursing quietly at her tightness. Shawna was through the roof as he pushed in, crying out as she felt him began to stretch her and work her walls knowing he could burst at any minute. She looked at Arina while Danny worked at her, locking eyes with her as she covered her mouth from an orgasm creeping up on her at the almost sudden deluge of pleasure, feeling fingers play with her sensitive bud, the girl turning as she screamed into his mattress, tensing around Danny and pushing him over the edge as well, giving her a few aggressive pumps while he unloaded before stopping, holding the hips close for a little longer while he came down and pulled away from her.

Shawna could feel the liquid pour from her as he pulled away, shuddering a little as he grabbed the towel to help her clean up, looking over at Arina as she had begun to touch herself again, and probably before Danny had even began to finish the job with Shawna. Her tongue stayed out as she chased her own orgasm with her own fingers, desperate to get lost in intense pleasure again. "I wanna eat the next one," Shawna said as she lined herself back up to the needy girl and pushed back in, hearing an excited moan, her hips giving her almost just what she was looking for. Shawna gave her several brief moments of slower build up before racing at it again, causing her to moan uncontrollably from the thrusts, but also hearing the music of her getting closer to the end. Danny smirked while Arina looked up at him with such surprise at the level of intensity she felt, sinking her head down while she groaned into the mattress like Shawna did. He took a hand, placing it on her head and picking it up as he locked eyes with the girl, giving her hushed nothings while she begged that she could barely handle it anymore. He calmed her down and kissed her lips while Shawna's hips began to speed up one more time, keeping Arina occupied while Shawna pushed her over and she could hear faint wet noises coming from between them, which caused her to pull away and scream a moan out when she felt her body release. "She did it! I told you she could do it," Shawna cheered, pulling out and finally taking off the harness, going to the blissed out girl and giving her the ponytail out of her own head for her, taking her sweaty hair and pushing it up for her, "There ya go, baby...How you feel?" she asked, picking her up from her position and allowing her to lay on her back.

"I-I can't feel anything~" she said laughing weakly, staring at the ceiling while shook her head, "I feel so...so messy.."

"It's okay, it feels like that the first time," she replied, catching Danny's eye as he began to finally stroke himself some more.

"It felt really good for a second..wh-what were you doing?" Arina asked, attempting to get her bearings, finally sitting up on her own.

“It’s what happens when you tease a cat for a bit too long, it’s gonna jump. So that one area is meant to cause a lot of pleasure gets worked at a lot before finally reacting,” Shawna explained, packing her items away, “It’s just having the right size and motion will make a difference...I-I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“Mm-mm! Like I said I could barely feel anything, so I guess I let go-”

“My bed says otherwise! You went through the towel!” Danny complains while he tried to clean up his room and dressed, then checking his phone, “I’m gonna get the food from the front, just sit tight you two.”

"Ah whatever, you should have been more prepared," Shawna joked back and waved Danny off before turning back to Arina, "You were saying?"

"Uhh I feel a little embarrassed..like all I did was pee on Danny's bed. Shaw is that all it is?!" Arina asked, darting her eyes to her with worry.

"I mean yeah, but kisses are just us pressing our gross faces against each other and we do it anyway. You mess with your spit glands to gleek even though it's not meant for that..You touch your uvula to throw up even though we stick shit down our throats all of the time..Par for the course really," she said, laying on her stomach looking at the girl.

"Eww~ well..when you put it that way.." Arina grimaced, shaking her head, " I guess it's subjective..it was an interesting thing, though."

"Yeah. This falls in the category above anal for me. Like I can see why it's hot, but I'm not always in the mood for it unless it's a special occasion and I'm like, gearing to go..Also, it's super time consuming," Shawna said, reaching over and grabbing the already rolled blunt, taking her lighter off the tray and lighting it as Danny comes back in the room. "Did you wanna get dressed, babe?" she asked with her lips full.

Arina watched Shawna lazily, her tiredness fading in as she settles, "Oh yeah, I should.." she crawls to the front of her bed and grabs one of Danny's hoodies and scans the room for her underwear. She puts on a bra and a tank top with her panties, the hoodie becoming much baggier yet shorter and changing design. She was fine with this transformation because it was the least revealing and warmer than the others, bringing a comforting sigh out of her. She clutched the ends of the sleeves an stretched in the room, the hoodie riding up to reveal her hips. "How can you think of smoking at a time like this? We're about to eat!" she mentioned as she plopped on the bed.

"At least you waited until I got back. I was just gonna eat and smoke since Shawna wants to play some games for a bit. She earned the blunt," Danny said while he began opening the bag and revealing that their plan was incentivized. He kneeled onto his bed and grabbed Shawna, planting a kiss on the top of her head, which she buried her head in his stomach. Arina watched with a puzzled look and felt like there something she was missing here. He was crazy about her this whole time until Shawna came over. Or anytime Shawna comes over. It doesn't matter that he went to her first, but she was standing in front of her and gave it to her first. There was a skipping in her chest as her eyebrows furrowed at the simple gesture. She was trying to tell herself that he didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't working.

"Danny~ what about me?" she finally said, coming out as a whine, lightly stomping. He chuckled lightly and went over to hug Arina, clutching her to him, and a kiss to the top of the head. He kissed her lips earlier. What fucking gives? She looked up immediately with her eyebrows furrowed, "You kissed me earlier.. what changed?"

Danny was confused, not sure if Arina was joking or not, "Yeah I did, so what?" he replied as Shawna came over and handed him the blunt, pulling him away to shotgun into his mouth, which he took in, allowing himself to get into kissing Shawna for a little longer. It was really hard to hold down what she felt about what was going on. He pulls away, giving her another soft peck on her lips, "Thanks, babe..Sorry, Arina. What's wrong?"

"Are you and Shaw a thing? I mean, that's really rude going around me like that first of all!" she finally blurted, trying to jump back from them, "Second..how come you never told me? Shaw, what the fuck?" Her eyes shook while they welled up with tears as she closed them and turned away.

"It's..not exactly black and white, Arina," Danny chuckles nervously, "And I really..really didn't mean to make you feel less than anybody.. You're still my number one!" He was trying but Arina looked so frustrated and he didn't know what to do. Shawna saw him getting lost and a little anxious, tapping him to sit down while she approached her.

"Arina..come here..." Shawna came up and hugged the girl, who didn't feel like reciprocating the embrace, almost fidgeting, "Are you okay?"

"No~! I feel so fucking stupid!" Arina whined, jerking a little, "Why...Why do I care?! I'm so fucking mad at you right now~!"

Shawna chuckled softly, rubbing the girl's back to comfort her, "Aww..is someone jealous?..Or are you being needy? You want some love too?" she said, then pulling back and lifting the tear stained girl's face up, wiping her cheeks and placing a few soft kisses on her lips, "It's okay, Rina Beana...you can be jealous of watching Danny kiss me. Some girls feel like that sometimes, but we both love you..And all you had to do was ask."

Arina simply nodded as a shy smile crept up on her face. "Well, I want more~ I should get twice as much," she beamed, causing Shawna to laugh and into another embrace that she responded to this time.

"I think you'd actually die if we gave you two shotguns!" Danny joked as he began to dig into his chicken dish, handing off the blunt to Arina.

"Teach me how to give one then, asshole," she smiled back as Shawna guided her to sit back down between her legs loving the embrace she felt as she fed the girl behind her sushi, "Like what's the trick?"

"You can't breathe out of your mouth. Blow soft," Shawna said into Arina's shoulder, wrapped around her and kissing the back of her neck, "You wanna carry the smoke but not blow in their mouth."

"I like making Shawna open wide because she's a stoner like me," Danny said, watching Arina take her hits, taking it from her when she's done, "It's also helpful if you make them breathe in if they don't do it first already."

"Why?" she asks, curiously biting her lip after she blows when Shawna's hands wrap around her stomach.

"The hitter just moisturized the smoke and took a lot of the heat out of it, so if you breath it in, you'd just be choking on basically micro-ash that makes up the burning weed and paper, and not damage your throat or your lungs or anything," Danny says, "Allow me to demonstrate," he mentions while he leans over and ashes it into his ashtray and bringing it with him, setting down the blunt after taking a hit. Shawna gets the cue to let her go a little as he gets closer and moves in, swooping his head a little to remind her to open her mouth and delivers a deep kiss while trying to gently blow into her mouth. Arina was not expecting his approach, which caused her to gasp quickly, making her choke and she backed off, coughing for a few seconds, and Danny laughing lightly, "See? You're not a stoner yet, so you coughed...It's ok though, you're getting there."

"You've got time, we're gonna be here all night, so I can't wait to get my turn," Shawna mentioned, shaking her lightly and patting her back, handing her the cup from the nightstand so she can clear her throat.

"This is probably gonna be the best sleepover I've ever had~!" Arina beamed, biting her lip while Danny kissed her forehead.

"The best sleepover you've had so far.." Danny joked.

#arina #danny #fucking #finally #and it's cute #aint that some shit #shawna

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