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arkhammaid · 1 month

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ DEFINITIONS OF MUSIC.

fandom. formula one

pairing. charles leclerc x professional pianist fem!reader (fc: none)

about. y/n y/l/n is one of the celebreties who has gone viral during lockdown. when she publishes her first album, she raises a few eyebrows with a featured artist

content warnings. social media au, not edited/proofread

notes. this is a very self-indulgent fic... so you all better love it or else 🫵

YOURUSERNAME AND 3 OTHERS

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yourusername and 3 others we're proud to announce the album DEFINITIONS. each of the 26 original composed pieces embrace the title itself, the feeling of these words. they're defined by our language and passion, a gift from us to you.

yourusername so happy our baby is finally out, thank you adrian, charles and jamie, for this partnership. i couldn't have done this without you!

hanszimmer This is music.

charles_leclerc And it's finally here! I had so much fun working on this, thank you @/yourusername for allowing me to be part of your project🥰

jamieduffyy absolutely incredible!! stream definitions now!!!

zendaya I'm sobbing over the whole alphabeth, who would've thought... this is 🤯🤯

user holyyyyy shittttttt

user 26 SONGS??? AND MOST OF THEM ARE OVER 4 MINS LONG WE'RE GETTING SPOILED FR

haileybieber listening this on repeat and still getting shivers, this is incredible work 💗

user the butterfly effect is so real here...

⤷ user if you told me i'd follow this one tiktoker because she went viral with her piano only to become a fan of men who drive in fancy circles...

⤷ user SO I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO'S NOW AN F1 FAN??

user sobbing over nepenthe on repeat

user CHARLES WITH LEMAN?? HELLO??? AND THEN ALSO PHILOCALY??? MY MAN STAND UP AND STOP WRITING LOVE LETTERS

⤷ user what.

⤷ user for the love of god, please look up what the words mean... charles really thought he was slick with this one

⤷ user oh my god.

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Y/N Y/L/N SHOCKS MUSIC WORLD WITH CLASSICAL ALBUM AND FEATURED ARTISTS! FIVE PIECES OF THE 26-PIECE ALBUM ARE IN THE INTERNATIONAL CHARTS. EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT 'DEFINITIONS'.

From Viral TikToker to Record Holder, Y/n brings Classical Music back in Trend.

By Sara Ristan | Published February 24, 2024

If you know anything about music, you know the current trends. Pop and Rap is what the current generation likes, with a few outliners. From the very beginning, Y/n seemed to be one of them as well. Her first release, 'A Sailor's Wish', has been trending along with 'Solas', by her fellow artist Jamie Duffy for many weeks.

Her other composed pieces never hit the same numbers, that was until she released a full album. 'Definitions' has 26 original composed pieces, mixed with piano and full orchestra. It's an album full of masterpieces, fully deserving the high praise it has been receiving the past few days.

Every piece in the Album is named after a rare word, each one of them beginning with a letter of the Alphabet. Most of them were composed by Y/n herself, her signature moves regognizable, if you're familiar with her music. If you wish to read a full analysis of the whole album, click here.

Notable, besides the mindblowing compositions, are also the featured artists. We have Adrian Berenguer, Charles Leclerc and Jamie Duffy- each of them well known in their niche. What has raised eyebrows however, is that unlike Adrian and Jamie, Charles himself. He's an athlete, a Formula One driver in fact and very well known. While his fans knew about his releases, singles and even an album with Sofiane Pamart, no one was prepared for the partnership with Y/n.

Especially the titles of the pieces, two of them speaking about love, one is even titled as 'Leman', which means lover. Are these two trying to give us hints?

Beside that, five of the 26 pieces are currently in the charts, having already gathered millions of streams within days. Absolutely mindblowing!

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CHARLES_LECLERC

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charles_leclerc P1 in Driver Championship Standings, P1 in International Charts, P1 in your heart... I love you, mon amour

yourusername ugh, ugly sobbing crying rn, no one talk to me

yourusername i love you too you sap

⤷ charles_leclerc Guilty hehe

⤷ charles_leclerc Doesn't stop me from loving you, cherié

⤷ yourusername i never told you to stop

jamieduffy fucking finally

zendaya @/tomholland2013 why don't you write you love songs for me??

⤷ tomholland2013 you're the one who sings?

user WE WON!!! Y/N NATION WE FUCKING WON

user if you squint you can see me fucking dead BECAUSE WTF IS THIS THEYRE ACTUALLY TOGETHER I CAN NOT IM DEAD OH MYGOOODDDDDD

⤷ user lmao felt

user now we know how charles even agreed to y/n asking for a collab... he has always been down bad for her

⤷ yourusername you're so right

⤷ user OH MY GOD???

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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Gorgeous

Loki Laufeyson/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 31 of 31

Words: 1,220

Summary: Loki moved into the Avengers Compound, but the first time you saw him was at Tony's fancy Halloween party. Your brain stops working for a little bit because he's so pretty.

Note: today is the last day of fictober, happy halloween everyone! this was originally going to be based on the taylor swift song of the same name (one of my favorite songs from her!), but i think the story took control and we lost some of that along the way.

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

It should be illegal for someone to look that good was the first thing that ran through your head the moment you laid eyes on him from your seat at the bar. You knew who he was, it was hard to ignore the fact that Avengers Compound was now home to not one but two Norse gods, and that one of them had tried to take over New York a few years ago. You hadn’t been part of the team at that point, but you certainly weren’t in the dark about what he had done. However, that apparently didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate how good he looked in a suit, and a lot of embarrassing thoughts were suddenly flooding your brain.

It certainly didn’t help that this was the first time you’d seen him out of his room since he had arrived. He wasn’t bound to a single room (though you were pretty sure he wasn’t allowed to leave the grounds of the compound), but he simply chose to stay away from everyone else.

A voice interrupted your thoughts. “Staring at someone?”

You blinked, slightly embarrassed that Natasha had caught you, but you could tell from the tone of her voice that it was all playful. “Maybe,” you admitted softly. “But in my defense, it’s not like I’ve ever seen him around the compound.”

She laughed. “You do have a point there. I think the only reason he’s here tonight is because Thor is making him.”

You looked back over at the god, catching the expression on his face. “Oh definitely. He’s absolutely miserable right now.”

“He’s just lucky that it’s not a costume party,” Natasha said. “He’d be frowning even more.”

You laughed, an image flashing through your head of Loki wearing a gaudy-looking Halloween costume, with Thor and Sam laughing by his side. “That’s very true,” you said. Although Tony took any excuse he could to throw a party, he hadn’t imposed a costume rule on you all this time, and for that you were grateful, because at least you wouldn’t have to meet an extraordinarily attractive god while wearing a silly outfit.

“Why don’t we go over and say hello?” Natasha said, grabbing from drink from the bar and heading over to the direction where Loki was sulking in the corner. You followed her, the whole time incredibly aware of the fact that you needed to figure out something to say to him, and your brain had apparently taken a vacation.

“What do you want?” Despite Loki’s words being standoffish, his tone was more tired, as if he wished he was anywhere else but here at this point.

“I just wondered whether or not you had met Y/N yet,” Natasha said, gesturing in your direction.

“Hi,” you said, really not sure what else to say. It certainly didn’t help that your brain had apparently not returned from its impromptu trip away. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A normal person might have waited for a response, but your fight or flight response kicked in at this very moment, and it chose the latter of the two options. If you weren’t embarrassed already, you certainly were now, because you just walked away. You could hear yourself mutter something about getting a drink, but you weren’t sure if anyone else had even heard it. And besides, the clearly full glass in your hands gave your lie away completely.

After at least heading back to the bar and lingering there for a few moments, you started to walk back around the party, saying hello to those you recognized. You knew a lot of the guests, so it was easy to flit from conversation to conversation, all the while thinking about how ridiculous Loki must find you. Maybe if saw each other on another day in the compound you could apologize for running off like an idiot and try to explain that you thought he looked nice and for some reason decided to act like you’re twelve about it.

As the hours passed and the party’s energy remained loud and joyful, you found yourself settled on a balcony. The compound boasted a different view than the one you were used to in the tower, and you found yourself missing the lights and sounds of the city, especially because it was almost completely pitch black (other than the lights from around the building itself).

The sound of the door opening behind you caught your attention, and you watched as Loki took one step onto the balcony, stopping as he noticed you. “I apologize,” he said, starting to pull back into the crowded ballroom.

“Wait!” you said quickly, hoping that he would at least be willing to hear you out for a few moments. You never wanted him to feel unwelcome, you just had terrible conversation skills around people you think are attractive, and in that moment your brain had fully sabotaged you.

By some miracle he stayed, and the door closed behind him as he stepped fully outside with you. It had gotten to the point in the year that the night air was bitingly chilly, but you didn’t mind the way it nipped at your face if it meant getting away from the chaos of the party for a few moments.

“I want to apologize for my awkwardness earlier,” you said, before he could question why you had called him out here. “I don’t want you to think that I’m afraid of you.”

“Then may I ask why you ran away before I could even say hello?” His voice didn’t sound like it held any malice, but there was still an emotion in there you couldn’t quite read.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to talk to new people,” you said softly. “Especially ones that are dressed as nicely as you.”

It wasn’t an all-out confession, but it still seemed that he understood what you were implying. “I understand,” he said. “I also get nervous in this realm now.”

“I can help you if you need any kind of Earth Guidance in the future,” you said, immediately worrying that you sounded eager or overly-annoying to him before tempering the statement with an “if you want.”

He smiled, and you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at the sight. “I will keep that in mind,” you said.

The sound of your phone’s ringtone going off popped the moment’s delicate bubble, and you looked down to see a text from Natasha asking for your help with something. Loki understood this time why you were leaving, and he said that you that he was going to stay on the balcony for a few more minutes.

As you took a step closer to the door, you heard him say your name. “I think you’re dressed nicely too,” he said before turning back to look out into the darkness outward, and two things happened the moment you stepped back into the party and closed the door to the balcony behind you.

One was that you had to physically push down a giant grin from spreading across your face.

And the other was that your brain took (yet another) impromptu vacation from its duties. If you were going to spend more time with him in the future, you would really have to get a handle on that.

- the end -

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mischiefmaker615 · 5 months

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Dangerously Yours

Rating: PG 14

Summary: denial can be just as dangerous as a blade to your throat.

Requested By: @guccicvm (wattpad)

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Your chest rose and fell at a pace where you tried to tell yourself to relax. This was all suppose to be easy, simple even.. if it wasn't for the fact that he had woken up and those piercing green eyes practically stopped you in your tracks as the moonlight shown on you both through the windows of his bedroom. His bedroom..

Your hand shook as you tried to hold the knife still as it lay resting at his neck, not enough pressure to pierce but one small movement and it would. Your other hand resting at his bare chest, as if that alone would keep the god pinned, along with the fact that you were straddling him at his lips.

His arms stayed put at his sides, resting over his sheets as they draped up to his waist in silk. His hands barely ghosting your legs as his breathing had you rising and falling in a slow rhythm. He was calm.. to calm for one who had a blade at his throat, but of course you knew this wasn't no ordinary someone.

"Loki-''

"I'm going to tell you something my dear, my life is already in your hands in this particular predicament'' he smirked, not an ounce of concern in his eyes but his tone held seriousness.

''then don't tell me- you cant trust me and nothing you can say or do will change anything.. change what I have to do..'' you cut him off, knowing his cunning mind had its way of being manipulative.

"I love you.'' He said plainly, his voice and eyes calm as your eyes widen. ''And I believe you love me.''

"your.. your wrong! there was- is nothing between us''

''that isn't true darling-" he sighed with a small smile and a hushed tone.

''it is true! what may have happened before was merely just two young people.. young and stupid people not knowing what they wanted..'' your voice snapped at him and your gaze hardened. What was he doing?

''you might as well take my heart darling, for it is already full of you. It has always been yours since the day we met.''

Memories you wish you could forget had your eyes glance away from his for a mere second. ''you're a fool Loki..''

''isn't anyone who falls in love?..'' his voice paused, knowing honest feelings weren't quite in his nature too put into words, but he knew this moment was as serious as the blade at this throat. ''..Do you know what you are to me? You are something to believe in again, a sight that makes mere goddesses crumble in jealousy, a dream worth pursuing.. a wife I'd beg to have beside me..''

To your surprise, you felt a few tears run down your cheeks and fall upon your chest as you gazed down at him, your voice a whisper. "don't be a child.. we pursued other things but not each other." Your paths were different and you weren't here for all of that.

Upon seeing your tears, his eyes filled with gentle concern and his muscles tensed to stop himself from wiping your tears. ''what is it, what's wrong my dear?''

You merely shook your head. ''you know nothing about me- you've only known me for 3 weeks-''

''three glorious weeks my darling and yet I've still known you for all my life.'' Loki breathed with a smile by the memory. ''I began finally living the moment you stepped in sight. I've seen you in a thousand books, a hundred plays and a million songs-''

''shut up shut up!'' you snap, shaking your head to focus. ''Perhaps I was that woman once but I'm not her anymore.. your wrong and you cannot trust me.. at the very least, trust my decision.. right here, right now-''

Loki merely gave an amused look on his face at your attempt and sighed. ''don't play coy my darling, remember who you also lie too.'' His smile broke out into a grin, a grin that told you he knew more than what you thought. ''..I've known about who sent you and your plans leading up to this very moment the day you stepped foot into Asgard.''

You blink at him as you waited to catch his bluff. It must have been that damned gate keeper.. some type of magic.. there was no way- but his face was just as serious as yours as you slowly took a breath to try to understand. ''.. and.. and it didn't make a difference?''

Loki slowly shook his head. ''it didn't make any difference. You came here to betray me and to betray my realm. That is your assignment here and yet I am so sure of your feelings for me that I will trust you with my life'' he whispered, leaning forward so the blade pressed more against his skin, your instincts had you shift it back away. His smirk told you that by your hesitation right then and there, you were second guessing your decision.

How could he possibly have so much faith in you? ''i.. I will betray you-''

''you will betray yourself at the same time.'' he then smirked, revealing how as always, he will already be several steps ahead as his eyes dragged over your body then. ''even now I have been in the works to destroy those who had sent you''

Your body tenses against his and he knows it as your grip tightened on the handle. ''..no-''

''their only greatest decision was to be sending you here.''

Your eyes harden as you question him. ''..why?''

His eyes soften again as his eyes rise back up to your own. ''he knew I would love you. However, he never anticipated that you would also love me in return.''

By your silence, he already knew he was right as your gaze faded off ever so slightly. Your muscles relaxed as if your body itself was giving up in defeat yet your mind still questioned as he gave you a small smile. ''is your realm more important than me?.. surely those wonderous three weeks couldn't have meant nothing to you..''

By your reminders of the past days, the glorious past days as lovers would have spent, a small smile peaked at the corner of your mouth as you slowly shook your head. ''no..'' you whisper, knowing he was far more important than anything else that had entered your life before.

Your eyes drew back to his as you felt his finger tips slowly ghost over your legs, dragging up before he rested his hands on your hips and stayed still once more. He was warm.. and cold. A familiar touch and one that never came unwelcomed.

''help me then darling, help me overcome him.'' he whispered, knowing just how stubborn she could be in her decisions, almost as worst as he and he sighed. ''together.. we both cant win.''

Win.. so that was this was about? His cunning mind trying to distract you, to woo you so that your guard would fall so that he could have his thrown.. your realm, as if having all this now wasn't enough for him.. your eyes sharpened as you practically glared at him.

''..you think your clever don't you? I can read you just as you claim to know me, you probably made me love you! You just want information- for me to betray my people, my home, for you!''

His eyes sharpened as he seemed to stare right into your soul. ''that's not the way to look at it Y/N-''

''just admit that you have lost! You forgot how close hate is to love- give up our duel of wits!'' you snap, knowing how he always hates to lose, that's probably all this was. Yet now you were on top.. literally, with a blade in your hands. Of course he would say anything to get out of this..

''then why haven't you ended this.'' He dared. ''You don't know what you are saying Y/N-''

''you never loved me! You knew I loved you and you USED that!'' the tears returned to fall as his hands slightly gripped your hips, stopping himself once more to dry your cheeks.

''stop talking nonsense!''

Your eyes glared at him. nonsense? Was he not taking you seriously? Just to show him, you ever so slightly gave pressure at his neck. ''..I'd advise you to choose your next words wisely.''

His expression switched to someone calm.. to calm where it almost scared you as he teased. ''well, aren't we a bit melodramatic, aren't we dear?'' he smirked.

Bastard silver tongue. ''-run your mouth, it won't change anything because you have very little time to do so-''

''so your actually going to kill me?'' he says being dramatically shocked.

More pressure. ''listen well. You already know my position here, now either give me the information or I'll kill you.''

He almost looked amused then as his face returned to its expressionless form of calm as his thumbs began rubbing gentle circles on your bare skin, having just realized his hands had ghosted under your night dress. ''you won't do it darling; you won't kill me because you love me. It takes a very brave and cold woman to do so. I don't think you can, can you? Isn't that why you hesitate? Unless you wish to watch me die and plead for my life, but I'm sorry to disappoint.''

''you don't think I'd do it- that's why your brave but you're a coward, a coward for lying to me'' you cry, trying to ignore the pads of his fingers on your skin.

''you lied to me.''

You took a deep breath and stubbornly look away for a moment. ''I'm tired of listening to you-''

''you gave me your heart willingly, love.. you wish me to hand it back? Whole again?.. but I won't. You'll leave here in agony without me.'' He said with his voice as quiet as the wind coming through the balcony, drapes gently flowing around the room as the air seemed to almost still that every moment at the same time. you were looking at him, unsure of what to do but you knew what you had to. Why couldn't you?

Loki took your silence as a que to keep going as he smiled. ''there is no one but you, there will never be a second that I care for.. except my realm. Thus, you've left me no choice but to combine you both.''

You blink at him. ''what are you talking a-''

''my queen.''

In that very moment, his eyes flashed an almost white- green where your hand became empty before he decided to flip you both. His hips pinned yours and his hands now gripped your wrists that stayed put beside your head. His backline was highlighted by moonlight as he dipped his head to practically stay nose to nose with you. You knew his muscle would delete any attempt to try to escape from this position so why bother try.. you were almost frozen under his gaze practically as you coldly looked up into his.

''your face is like ice darling, what are you thinking?'' he asked, almost amused as you discover he had grown hard at this moment.. in the moment that was most dire, that you had hoped would take every ounce of seriousness. But you have failed.

You turn your face away from his gaze as you kept your hands into fists, feeling how his hands had inched to lace your fingers together but you at least took that away from him. ''what would it matter..''

His eyes became gentle, showing very much just how serious he took you as he kept you in a gentle grip. ''do you think I wanted to love you? Knowing where you came from and what your purpose here was? Don't you think that every moment with each other I was merely thinking that you were just pretending?''

Your eyes shot up to his hurt ''I wasn't- I loved you!''

''and I loved you so much.. I let you pretend. You brought me something I couldn't stand losing. Listen to your heart, how it pounds, what do you want?''

Your body began trembling now, facing the decision of what you wanted and what you thought you needed. He was asking you in presence and you both knew it.. you hadn't loved him, you love him! your lips quivered as you parted them to speak, his patience showing he would wait a thousand years if you needed as your eyes began to tear again. ''I want.. you..''

In that moment, he finally reached over and with a slow, gentle thumb, wiped your tears. ''..then let me love you Y/N, you are mine now..'' he whispered before he closed the distance between you both and kissed you.

And you surrendered.

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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⎯ one in nine realms [mini series]

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▸pairing: heimdall x f!reader [god of war: ragnarok version]

▸summary: after atreus’ sudden disappear you decide to bring him back to home. to bring him back, you visit the asgard and so many advantures at the door. however, the most unpredictable one is to fall for odin’s right hand man, heimdall. he is something else and eventually, you find yourself wanting him to be a good boy. maybe he will listen?

▸wc: 2.3k [for the chapter]

▸warnings & tags: in general; some mature scenes, heimdall is lapdog of odin, he is arrogant and cocky, not a certain relationship with kratos such as a dad figure (for now because I couldn’t make a certain thanks to my love for kratos), travelling in realms, y/n is a goddess and she has a great power, she is an original characters as her power/s are made by me, heimdall become sub (sometimes), pet names (like sunshine, pretty boy, good boy, honey) – for the chapter; pet names/nicknames, heimdall is being an asshole, y/n is confident, touching, exposed skin, travelling, mind reading

“Where is Atreus?”

The question made the three of your visitors keep their silence. While your big smiled face was leaving its place to concern one, Mimir tried to break the silence, “He is gone, y/n. We are estimating that the boy gone to the Asgard, to meet Odin.”

It took for a second for you to reply because Kratos concern looking gazes towards the forest made you feel sad. Everyone knew how he cared for his little boy, Atreus and now, he was concerned about his safety. As you made your way to Kratos’ huge posture you tried to calm your own inner thoughts about Atreus’ safety.

“Kratos –“ You touched his shoulder, giving a light squeeze, “Don’t worry. He is a smart and strong. I know he is okay.” Even if you were worried about him, your words were true. In your past journeys with Kratos and Atreus who were the ones saved you from a dangerous dragon years ago, you witnessed how Atreus has grown as a strong and smart boy like his father. Because of the bond you have with them, you didn’t wait any longer to express your plan, knowing Odin very well thanks to your past events with All Father’s lies. “I will go and bring him back.”

Freya took a step further, “No, y/n, it is dangerous. You can’t go alone. Heimdall and Thor will be there.”

You tried to put a smile to Freya who was another person you liked most, alongside with his brother. “Thor? Oh, don’t worry about him. I will not step back to cut his face again, if this would be what he wish.”

“You fought with him?” Kratos asked curiously.

“Of course she did!” Mimir’s playful tone came from Kratos’ back, “She fought with more than half of the Asgard. I didn’t joke when I said she is a beast when we first found her, brother.”

You chuckled at Mimir’s compliments, “Thanks for genuine words my friend.”

“Ah, always young lady.”

“So,” You focused on Kratos, “Do you trust me?”

“Hmm.”

“Then, let me bring him back.”

“But –“ Yes, Kratos was fond of his son, Atreus, but he also has a bond with you. He didn’t want you to be in a risk that he put you.

To ensure him that you will be safe, you smiled, cupped his right cheek, “I will be fine. So do Atreus.”

After spending some time looking at his eyes, you made sure he was giving you approval. So, you picked up your gatherings and weapons, putting them on your back as they vanished from others’ eyes but kept remained for you, Freya spoke,

“Odin closed the gates. How will you go to there?”

You pointed the golden bird who was standing on a tree next to you, “If Odin has his own magic, so do I.”

Freya smiled, “Of course.”

The golden bird whose name was Trisc, landed on your shoulder, looking at the other three happily. “Now, Trisc,” You caressed her head, “You know where we are going.”

She nodded and began to whistle a song in a low tone. As the Midgard’s, your home’s vision become blur, Kratos said, “Be careful.”

You nodded, “Always.” And with that, your body vanished and a minute later, you were in front of the huge walls of the Asgard.

“Oh c’mon!” Your golden colored blade cut the last remaining creature’s head off, giving you a time to relief. How many creatures were there? You thought Asgard will be safer than other realms but clearly, Odin just made his own palace safe and well. Others, who stayed Asgard, behind the walls, didn’t concern him.

‘Oh, he never changes.’ You thought while climbing the last part of the wall. He always thought about himself. He even didn’t pay attention to his family. Thor, who you fought deadly, was the saddest one for you. He just wanted to be in peace but Odin wanted him to do his dirty jobs. You really had so many nights thinking about how these people believed, respected and stayed right beside Odin. Their All Father was nothing but a liar.

After reaching the top of the wall, you came up on the wall with one last force. While taking fresh breaths, you took some time to relaxing your muscles. ‘It was easy peas' but boring’ you thought to yourself as the Asgard’s peaceful side came to your scene.

There were people who were forging weapons, having little chats, going to bar, and minding their own business. Valkyries were all over the place but none of them paid attention to your figure. You wanted to laugh at how they saw themselves as higher living things than others who couldn’t even see a woman who was standing the right in front of their eyes.

You guessed they believed Heimdall, the one who saw and hear all as Mimir said, without thinking twice. You didn’t meet with Heimdall, the one who so many people afraid of, in your previous years. You just heard his name and abilities. They said how he was the protector of Asgard and lapdog of Odin, as Mimir said again. He was able to see all but he wasn’t one that could be more powerful than you. However, your curious side really wanted to see him, meet him and you knew, with this journey, you would definitely meet with him.

As you made your way to the palace, as you thought it was a palace, some gossips began to audible from right and left sides. People were trying to guess who you were. They never saw any unknown woman in here most likely because they were really surprised. You didn’t pay attention to any of them. You were here just for Atreus. So, they were none of your concern but when someone said your name, you stopped on your trail.

“It’s Y/n!” One of them said, probably a dwarfs who was prison of Odin. “Who is Y/n you dumbass?” Other asked, keeping her gazes on your body. “You are the dumbass! She is a Goddess. She is far from our realms!” Other one laughed, “A goddess? With that delicate body, she only can be a human.”

You wanted to smile at their comments but kept moving instead. You were no longer a Goddess, as you wanted to not to be. You held your power still but you denied using it. Instead of your nature power, you just used magic and became sorcery after being a God meant nothing to you. You wanted to help people but you didn’t want them to see you as an outsider like these Gods and Goddesses. You wanted to be part of them. After using magic instead of your power, you really became friend of people.

So, without giving them any hint about who you were, you just went to the palace. Standing outside, you knocked the door, gently.

After waiting for some time, you knocked it again. When you were ready to knock for the third time, you heard a deep but playful voice behind you, “Well well well. Isn’t this my lucky week? Two strangers at once!”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to look at who were keeping you from your job, reaching Odin. The moment you saw him, you just thought how beautiful his eyes looked. Maybe it was because of the color of them but he certainly had wonderful eyes that made people look them without minding any other business they had. No, you hadn’t a favorite color but purple became looking so good to your eyes.

His lips stopped with a grin-like expression, looking proud of himself but you couldn’t tell why he felt so good suddenly. Instead of questioning who he was, you just asked, “I came here to see Odin.”

He rolled his eyes, “I really don’t understand how everyone thinks it is this much easy,” raising the thumb and forefinger, showing the short gap between them, he said, “to meet with All Father.” He took a step to your body, making you feel short because of his a bit taller size. “Are they giving something that makes your minds go dummy?”

You crossed your arms over your slightly exposed breasts, analyzed him from head to toe while realizing how his armor looked expensive and clean. He must be him.

You smiled, “From the attitude, I am guessing you are Heimdall.”

He smirked, “So, you are not that dummy after all, honey.”

Being a cocky person, having expensive and clean armor, treating you like a dummy and using pet names… You couldn’t expect much from the sons of Odin, could you?

Without introducing yourself, you just said, “I am here to meet with Odin. Where is he?”

He looked taking back from your question, “Didn’t you hear what I said?” He kept walking around you, looking at your body shamelessly, “All Father is not someone who you can meet anytime you want.”

He stopped right behind you. As he bent over your right soldier to look at your eyes, you felt his fresh breaths on your exposed shoulders because of your clothes which were a strapless black and golden colored armor top that covered your breasts and a black pant that completed with furry golden boots. His purple eyes were so close, and because of being taller than you, his nose were nearly touching your cheek effortlessly, making you want to get out of there because after all, he was Kratos’ enemy.

“Why are you here hon?” He looked angry for a moment before talking playfully again, “And how you crossed all the way to here without me seeing or hearing it?”

You took a step forward, saving you from his breath taking aura, “Well, this is the question you should ask to yourself, hon, not me.”

Even if you were trying to sound calm and confident, his effects on you were insignificantly effective. How come he took your breath away like that? This had to be some trick he used on you. Definitely. Nothing more.

“Oh, no, no-“ He began to speak but stopped for a second like he wasn’t sure to say it or not. “I don’t use tricks. I do not need them sunshine.”

Again with nicknames. And how stupid of you was this? You forgot that he was able to read minds, getting their real intentions. Did he read your mind when you first meet with his beautif – dumb eyes?

“Thanks for the compliment.” He said, smiling now. Oh, how you wanted to punch him in the face now. However, you reminded yourself your main purpose, taking Atreus back.

“If you read minds, then you know why I am here.” You looked at the Asgard’s view, “Where is he?”

“The half-breed boy is doing something for the All Father with Thor.” You both surprised how he suddenly became honest and Atreus doing a job for Odin with Thor. The whole situation was blowing your mind. If Kratos could be here –

You stopped thinking about them to prevent giving any unwanted information to this lapdog of Odin. So, you thought about Odin again.

“Then, I will wait here ‘till he comes back.” You smiled at him. If he wasn’t letting you meet with Odin, you would wait for Atreus to come back, then, you would return to home. Also, even if it was filled with the living things that you hated, the Asgard was beautiful. You would enjoy to travelling around it ‘till Atreus come back.

The moment you began to walk, curiously looking at the Asgard, trying to find an interesting thing to visit, Heimdall’s taller body stood right in front of you in a heartbeat, preventing you to take a further step. He waved his hands in front of his chest, “Oh, no, no, sunshine. You can’t wait here. Actually,” He showed the walls, “You have to go.”

You looked at the walls, then him. Every time you looked at his purple shining eyes, you couldn’t help but feel – good. How he had this personality with these beautiful eyes? It was sad.

You took a deep breath, “I will not leave ‘till Atreus is back. So,” You closed the gap between your faces, making him surprised and flushed a little bit because of your sudden confident move, not expecting it. “Either get out of my way or I will make you.”

Among the silence you two held, you studied his face better thanks to the closeness. Yes, you too flushed but this wasn’t something you wanted to hide. And how wise was it to try hiding something from a God who read minds without asking for permission?

You looked at how his eyes sparkled again and again. His face was clean, looking delicate but at the same time sharp. His braided golden hair made you want to touch and feel them because of its perfect and soft looking. The color of both his eyes and hair was something admirable. If he wasn’t acting like this, you could almost call him as one of the most lovely but also handsome Gods of the nine realms. But no, he was just the cocky son of Odin.

While thinking about these things, you saw how his face changed from self-righteous to resentful. Why he found your thoughts scathing? He didn’t need anyone’s acknowledgment expect Odin. Did he?

Suddenly, he moved from you, “Uhh –“ He tried to say, make a sentence, “I –“ He looked at you one last time like he was thinking about your last question. Maybe he was thinking how you made him feel? Wait, did you made him feel something?

As if he heard your thoughts again, he turned away. “Whatever.” Was the last thing you heard from him. You tried not to smile. Oh, this was going to be fun.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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angelicalchaoticabyss · 1 year

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(Song fic) Alluring Secret ~Scaled Vow~ Cookie run Dragons x Reader (Any of your choosing)

(Original english lyrics by Razzy, edited by me. Note I cannot write all their speech quirks at once so if you envision pitaya or ananas just imagine it.) (Y/F = Your flavor)

There was a dragon who had lost both their wings Who devoted their life to whatever the world may bring they fell in love, once long ago in the past In the end they found out, however, love just couldn’t last So heartbroken the lost dragon would have been They wandered the town, not knowing what to do A cookie came by, the most beautiful they’d seen With their eyes shining brightly filled with life, so sweet

The dragon felt more pathetic than ever as they wandered the quiet cookie village, this was humiliating. Nearly powerless with barely the strength to fly again, they were hungry and weak. Collapsing to the ground, things couldn’t get worse.

“Excuse me, are you okay?”

Apparently, it can. Before them stood a confused and worried cookie, gazing down at them with concern. They introduced themselves as Y/F Cookie and offered the dragon a place to stay. Feeling to have no other choice the dragon agreed, following the lesser being to their home. But…those eyes of theirs. Their eyes both met and it was like love at first sight They never knew that a love like this would feel so right The two drew close, they broke away the magic lock and then they opened up Pandora’s box What they wished they could find was a fruit filled with vile, Had they cared to look, they would find it in their innocent smiles.

The dragon lived with the cookie and met their fiancé. The dragon oddly felt jealous of the fiancé, like that cookie didn’t deserve your attention. You made the dragon feel so loved, so special, so powerful. They NEEDED your love to be strong again. They almost couldn’t believe it; they gained feelings for a cookie.

A cookie with me, I wonder, could it be? Now all I have to do; destroy it all for you My heart and soul too I’ll just abandon all the things I have now Just as long as I’m able to love you again somehow Without a doubt I will give up my wings, And I’ll face all the evils that our love will surely bring.

The dragon watched you and your fiancé pick a dress for the wedding with envy, your marriage was arranged to this nuisance that they hated so. They believed you and them had a much closer bond, you had become such good friends during their time living with you. They had to ask, make their move before it was too late.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” The Dragon asked.

“Erm, yes, why do you ask?” You were puzzled.

“This marriage is arranged right? Not true love from what I see…And I can’t help it anymore.” The dragon replied, placing a kiss upon your lips.

You blushed and were stunned; they felt this way towards you. But on impulse you pushed them back, a look of shame crossed your face as a hurt expression crossed theirs. Then they turned a left down the hall, you didn’t see them again. Only finding a single scale in their room.

A cookie in black, at the sacred place of Gods they saw a cookie, who they thought was really odd And through their gaze, they could see right through their lies They were smiling even though they had such mournful eyes They froze in place, as they were gazing at their face Were they in love or did they just miss a warm embrace The two drew close, then they gave into the lust within And ran away to start their night of sin What they had in their hand was a fruit of desire, With their passion still set ablaze, and burning bright like a fire.

When the day of your wedding came you realized the terrible mistake you had made, you didn’t want to marry this cookie. You missed your dragon friend who cared so deeply about you. Yes, they shouldn’t have kissed you out of the blue like that but still…

“Excuse me, I’m not late, am I?” As a new yet strangely familiar voice.

You came face to face with a new cookie whose features reminded you of the dragon you knew. They were smiling but there was a somberness in their eyes. You approached this cookie and gave them a tight hug of which they returned; you knew who they really were. When you let go, they held out a hand, which you gladly took. Ripping off the veil the two of you fled the church, to a new home far in the woods.

Are we finally free? Is it true? Can it be? Within this night of lust, it’s just the two of us So love is a must Fragments of time that we have lost long ago They will all link us, back no matter what our love forgoes Now what is left is all the pain and regrets But with you here with me, I cannot help but just forget.

They did their absolute best to make the night romantic for the both of you, their kisses pressed against the right places as they pleasured and loved you. It felt far sweeter than anything else you had experienced in your whole life. You lived together, alone in that house and loved each other each and every day. They were quite possessive and protective of you but that greatened the appeal.

They cuddled and held you close at night, softly kissing your temple.

“I love you.” They mumbled.

Ahh~ All of the things we did wrong Etched into our bodies as permanent wounds as we carry on The time has come, the hour of judgement Before they could act, They were shot: THE COOKIE IN BLACK!

Your lover was gone for a bit, you were blissfully unaware of the oncoming danger. Slowly approaching was a masked Longan Guard, bow at the ready. As they got into position, they pulled back the draw string. You looked just in time to see the arrow fired, only to feel searing pain as it struck through your heart and out the other side.

The guard teleported away just as your lover returned home to find your bleeding corpse on the ground, they knew what had happened, consequence caught up with them. They screamed and wailed as they held your body, there was only one thing left to do…the only way to save you for their mistake. They didn’t want to live without you, but this life wouldn’t grant them that mercy.

There was a dragon who had lost both their wings From their lips, spilled the vow, They were long ago supposed to sing Saving their lover from the black depths of hell Was a scale they left behind to bid their last farewell But as they awoke again,

“I Love You...” They uttered before disappearing into nothing but a scale.

Processing what happened you wept and wailed right after, clutching the scale close to your heart as you sat in your own jam…Maybe you’d meet them again one day, but not in this life.

That’s when they broke the spell…’ There was a dragon who had lost both their wings And a cookie tainted black whose eyes never stopped weeping Even if we are to be punished and cursed We shall keep our vow alive, and hold it deep within While embracing the painful truth that we have wronged and sinned ‘Til the fruits of our crimes have rotten and we are redeemed “'Til the next fateful meeting, you will live on in my dreams…”

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hazbinhoteloc-ninlil · 4 days

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Asking about Adam;

//A.N: This was originally going to be an RP, but due to burnout, paired with a desire to move the story along I have decided to progress the plot of Ninlil’s end Via a canon Story. Please know I will be doing my best to represent @theholyone-hh as close to his character as I can. However, I will never do as well as the original Mod who runs him so if he seems a bit OOC, I do apologize. //

TW: depressive episode, feelings of worthlessness, anxiety and yearning. Clumsy attempts at comfort, maybe some bad decisions. Some realizations Because of the topics discussed this will be a 16+ fic. If you’re feeling these types of emotions please go seek out proper help.

This isn’t going to be super long, but it is gonna be a longer story, strap in folks.

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Enjoy my story below the cut;

Ninlil had slowly been going mad, between the time that had been spent in her cage combined with her heartbreak of being left behind while others moved on, she had fallen into a depression.

Even now she laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling well into the day, yet to eat, yet to clean herself - not that such a thing was truly needed in heaven, though it still showed a lack of her own self care - and yet say hello to her keeper Host.

The winged woman started to question if what she had done was worth it… not even her sacrifice and subsequent soul selling, before that… when she was alive. Were her actions worth it?

She was always the care taker, always the protector. And yes, those she watched over never asked her to do so, she had done it because she loved them and didn’t know how else to show it…

The things she had done, the blood she had spilled, the lives she had prematurely ended for the sake of preserving her beloved…

Was it for nothing? Did she waste her time… did she waste her life?

Her breathing turned harsh as tears ran down her cheeks. A whine lodged in her throat that she simply refused to let out…

Had she truly being abandoned by those whom she sacrificed Everything for? Was she selfish for wanting them to care a bit more and not move on so fast?

But… she wanted them to move on, she wanted them to be happy, she wanted them to find peace… why did it hurt now that they were actually doing it thanks to her sacrifice…

Was she a bad person for hoping they’d still try to save her even though she knew that it was futile and if they dared to try it could result in them getting hurt? Or worse, their very souls being destroyed?

No… no, she couldn’t be selfish… she had given up too much to waste on such self-serving wishes…

But then why did it still hurt so much?

Her breathing turned harsh as she gripped the angelic fabric over her chest, the erratic and rhythmic beating of her heart a brand against her palm. Just like the warm golden hearts gripped in her hand with the fabric were a constant reminder of what exactly she had done.

She had died for love… twice…

Did that make her honorable… or a fool?

Her other hand covered her mouth as a sob forced it’s way out and she curled up into herself, laying on her side as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror…

Her eyes weren’t hers anymore…

They were His.

Haha! Pathetic!… I’m pathetic! She thought to herself with bitterness as she tried desperately to hold back her tears.

She didn’t hear the door click open as God stepped in.

“Birdy?”

His voice came out hesitantly.

“What is wrong? What ails you?”

Now,

God was very very old, God was wise and God saw all…

But, still, he was ill-equipped at dealing with emotions. Having been alone for as long as he has, his emotional maturity is stunted, and he didn’t know exactly what humans required.

They were little things to him. God looking at humans, as humans might a smaller creature, like song birds or squirrels or even ants at times.

True, his Birdy has taught him many a valuable lesson. She has taught him about how humans utilize Free Will differently, how humans had feelings and needed to be treated like people, how children make mistakes, how pride is a powerful thing, that 10,000 years is a long time…

She was patient and a good teacher, his sweet little Birdy, a child herself compared to his vast and endless existence, but still wise and gentle.

He liked her. It’s why he kept her.

Perhaps, in his mind, he was aware that he should release her from his sculptors cabin and allow her to Roam and Experience the heavens he had created to house the mortal souls… souls like her…

But he enjoyed her company too much.

And she never asked him to leave.

So why bring it up?

Still though, as he let himself into her private room, he still thought himself ill-equipped to deal with… whatever this was.

Part of him wanted to just leave the room, but something stopped him.

“Birdy… talk to me child. Why do you weep?”

He sat on the foot of the bed, his massive height making it creak, but it held under his weight because he willed it to.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

He awkwardly - but gently - patted her back in a sorry gesture of comfort.

But for Ninlil, it was enough to know he was trying, and it made her sob harder. Not in pain, but that someone cared, and it was the very person she had sold her soul to so that he’d stop hurting the people she had been growing to love… that she did love.

It’d be hilarious if it wasn’t so sad.

She cried for 30 more minutes before the sobs finally ceased and she just breathed manually and with steady concentration to force her body and her mind to calm itself. Still curled in on herself in a vain attempt at self-comfort.

During her sobs, her head had ended up on Gods lap, his hand - still awkward- petting her hair.

“What brought this on my Birdy? What has happened?”

God asked softly, seeing that Ninlil had finally calmed.

There was a tense beat of silence before Ninlil spoke, her voice raspy and thick from her sobs.

“…. Have I been good? Did I make the right call? Was my sacrifice not in vain?”

It was God’s turn to be silent. Mulling over her words and wondering if there was a correct answer. He settled on the truth.

“You, have surpassed all expectations I had for you… You have restored my faith in humanity and for your sacrifices and good deeds, I deemed it fit to restore your divinity. You’ve been a bit more than, Good.”

He paused as he thought over his next words.

“As for the outcome of your sacrifices… I suppose it depends on what you deem as a success… Lucifer has moved on with his damned bride. They seem to have re-found their happiness, the First Man and the Second Woman are moving on and finding their peace as well. Though Adam still needs to undergo his final two remaining punishments.”

His hand jerked as Ninlil flinched beneath him, having not expected that movement from her. He expected her next words even less, though, at this point he supposed he should’ve seen it coming. She was a loyal woman after all.

The dedication she had to the original duo and the Morningstar was indeed admirable.

“Is there anyway you can leave it at the nightmares he’s already had? Maybe as payment for the tail feathers you took?” Her voice pleading.

“Pet.”

He growled, his voice low and full of warning.

“Your feathers were taken as punishment for placing your soul and my Power in danger by allowing yourself contact with a damned soul before your divinity was properly settled…”

He eyes her until she shrunk beneath his gaze, surrendering to his presence.

“And you know the deal, 3 nightmares, and then freedom. You will not sacrifice more of yourself for him. As you’ve already mentioned so many times; We are all over 10,000 years old. He can handle himself.”

He ran a hand through her hair again as if to push his order into her head, both in comfort and a mocking reminder he saw her as just that… a pet.

“Yes sir…” she conceded, knowing there was nothing she could do. Not against him. Not when he owned her soul. She felt her desire to argue his words and plead her case for her beloveds die in her chest before it was even a proper thought. His hold on her complete.

“Good girl.”

He carefully pat her head again. Praising her and rewarding her obedience.

Indeed she was a good child. He had chosen well.

“Now. What can I do to make you feel better and forget about all this, sad nonsense?”

He waved a hand frivolously at the word, as if her depression was a minor inconvenience.

To him… perhaps it was…

Ninlil sighed as she sat up and began to comb her fingers through her hair, attempting to regain her composure and her appearance.

“I need to wash, I probably look a mess… afterwards… I’d like to rest in the sun for a bit if that’s okay with you Sir.”

She looked up at him, and she wondered if she looked as pathetic as she felt. Emotionally drained, physically exhausted, eyes red and puffy, skin pale from crying.

Though if she did, God made no mention of it. Instead, he simply nodded.

“I shall allow this, I will meet you outside, do hurry.”

Ninlil nodded as she felt obedience wrap around her, urging her to hurry and obey. The side effect of her deal.

Still she took care in her task, allowing herself to be a bit pampered after her earlier violent purge of emotions.

Still though; She was outside, laying in the sun-warmed grass in under 20 minutes, God beside her, joining her. Enjoying the basking rays of golden warmth.

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There they stayed for hours. Sunbathing as though it could wash the darkness within her mind away.

Though, there were certain thoughts that still plagued her. Her mind still running.

She wanted to check on Adam, she wanted to check on Lucifer and check on Eve… she wished they were the ones beside her right now, enjoying the sunshine rays. And comforting her after her cries…

But alas, God wouldn’t permit that…

Her mind still wondered, thinking to other people she missed.

Her brother… Though, god was lenient enough to grant the siblings some free time together.

Yes, seeing Conner again after seven years had brought more happiness into her life than she could remember. She felt as though her heart was gonna burst. God allowed Conner over, and allowed her to leave with him… so long as she was back before sundown.

How she had missed him…

It had given her endless relief when she had learned that her long deceased grandparents had been the ones to take Conner in. He was still with family. And even better,

He was slowly growing. He would eventually have the chance to be an adult. He wouldn’t be a child forever.

She had wept with joy upon learning that.

Her thoughts wondered agin,

To another man she loved…

To a human she had loved…

Adam…

No not That Adam…

Her Adam, the human Adam, the brilliant doctor who was full of light and life.

The man she had ended her human life to protect…

The man she had condemned herself to hell for.

Her first love…

“Sir?” She found herself speaking up.

God lazily rolled his head to look at her, having been enjoying the sun’s rays.

“Hmm?”

“May-“ She hesitated, suddenly nervous.

“Well? Spit it out Birdy.”

God rolled his eyes impatiently as he adjusted so he was lying on his back. Still enjoying the sun.

Ninlil took a deep breath and asked. “May I see someone on earth?”

God froze. Before he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“Who?”

“There was a man I left behind a little over five years ago. I loved him very much…. He’s the reason I willingly damned myself to hell. I would like to check on him. See if he’s doing okay.” Ninlil would speak a little too quickly, needing to force herself to make sure her words were slow.

God thought about it for a bit before he sighed.

“I… suppose I can grant you this. You have been good lately and I suppose you deserve a reward.”

He raised a hand and with a crackle of pure divine energy, summoned a viewing sphere that glowed even in the bright daylight.

“Well, what was the mortal’s name?”

Ninlil but her lip. “Adam…”

God froze and slowly turned to look at Ninlil and Ninlil was quick to raise her hands in defense.

“Not that Adam! This Adam was a surgeon! A very talented one! They are NOT the same man! They just happen to share the same name I promise!”

God still started at her just long enough for Ninlil’s heart to drop before he sighed and shook his head.

“Oh child, what am I gonna do with you….”

He asked her. Before he turned his body to properly face her. The glowing sphere of divine light between them. And his face very serious.

“Do you love this man?”

The question gave Ninlil a pause…

She hadn’t thought about that in a while. And even a month ago the answer would been easy.

Yes, everything she had done was for him.

The deals, the murders, the monsterzation of herself, the burial of her peace, the always going, the never resting… EVERYTHING… was for him…

Even a month ago, his face alone was the picture in her mind when she thought of the word ‘Love’…

But now, so much has happened.

Now, three other faces flashed in her mind when she thought of that word… two in the forefront…

Lucifer… and Adam…

The former angel who she died for as she had her human beloved, the former angel who made her laugh, the former angel who carried her with a shocking strength when she was too weak to move on her own…

And the First Man. Adam. The man who held her safe as she took her last breath once again, the man who begged her to stay with him even as she bled out. Who held her safe when she wept through the anniversary of her brother’s death, who made her smile and laugh again, who made her feel important and baked with her. Who reminded her what is was to feel strong, yet cared for.

She did still love her Beloved… but she didn’t just love him alone anymore… she… didn’t know how to feel…

“I… don’t know….” She found herself saying, unable to help but feel like she was betraying her beloved in that moment. Tears welling up in her eyes again.

“Birdy, i would make another Deal with you. Because seeing you hurting does not please me.”

Ninlil gulped. “What would the deal be sir?”

“If whatever you see, causes you pain, and pushes you deeper into your sadness. I will remove this mortal from your memories so that you won’t hurt from them ever again…

But, if you are pleased with what you see, than I will ensure his safety for the rest of his mortal life…. If he’s as good as you say, He will know no hardships and can focus his energy on helping others.”

He holds out a hand.

“Deal?”

Ninlil started at his hand as her thoughts raced, her eyes wide and flowing with tears that left mini rivers down her cheeks as her head struggled to wrap itself around God’s words.

He would be safe… forever safe, free from any harm that may befall him. Just as she had sacrificed everything in hopes of accomplishing…

Or,

He would be forgotten, the reason for everything she had sacrificed, the reason she had gone to hell in the first place. The reason she had suffered as she had suffered and made the choices that had shaped her as a woman… simply… gone…

Was it worth it…

Was she that curious….

‘Yes’ She decided. ‘Yes she was, she needed to know that she hadn’t died in vain… she needed to see him…”

She placed her hand in his much larger grip and squeezed.

“Deal.”

The constraints of the deal wrapped around her like chains, and she felt a twinge of fear for a bad outcome. Suddenly aware that she was currently unable to lie to the ancient being before Her.

As the deal settled, the glowing sphere began to glow impossibly brighter. And images began to dance in the shadows before becoming clear.

She saw her beloved… the human Adam…

He was smiling, talking to a patient and giving what looked like a good diagnosis. The patient, who had been holding the hand of their spouse while listening to Adam’s words burst into tears and held their loved one in a tight embrace before enthusiastically shaking Adam’s hand and offering a load of sincere, tear-filled thank you’s.

Then Adam had gone through the rest of his day, conducting surgeries, talking to patients, and reassuring an old man who didn’t have enough money for his wife’s broken wrist that if he instead paid with some fresh venison, consider the price waived.

He was always like that. Ninlil remembered, So generous and kind, becoming a doctor not for the money, but for the pure joy of making others feel better.

That desire to help people no matter what is what had attracted Ninlil to him in the first place… how she would have done anything to protect that smile.

He was good… so good.

Perhaps it shouldn’t have come as a shock that when he ended the day, he went to his truck, and once he had slid in, and fished in his pocket and pulled out a ring…

Ninlil froze, not even daring to breathe.

She watched unblinkingly as he carefully slid that ring onto a very specific finger…

She sat in silence as she watched him drive home listening to the music she had long associated with him…

And she moved not even a muscle as she watched him eventually pull into a driveway, into a garage, only to step out and walk into his house.

And into the arms of a woman wearing a matching ring…

A breath left Ninlil lungs as she still continued to stare at the seeing sphere.

He had gotten married, he had moved on…

Of course he had, she reminded herself. It’s been over five years…

She watched as the couple chatted and laughed, sitting down to eat dinner before cleaning up together and dancing in the living room…

It was a picture of a perfect romance… homely, domestic and innocent…

It was everything Ninlil has never had… and everything she had wanted…

Everything she secretly wished to still eventually have one day.

When they settled in the couch to watch some movie, Ninlil found herself reaching to touch the sphere, murmuring to herself. Her eyes still fixed in the screen as tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

“He got married… he’s safe, he’s happy, he moved on… I…” She smiled, letting out a shuddering breath. “I didn’t die for nothing….”

She watched them for a few more minutes, fixated on their smiles and laughter… zoned in on their true happiness.

But when they decided to share a kiss and retreat to their bedroom, God shut down the sphere.

“Are you satisfied with what you saw my Birdy?”

Ninlil nodded, her eyes still on where the sphere was.

“I am…” Her voice broke, but not with anguish. With relief.

God nodded and carefully picked Ninlil up. The winged woman letting him. Abruptly becoming aware that the sun had set while she was focused on the visions within the sphere.

God took her inside and sat her on the crafting table before taking his own seat and grabbing a chunk of clay.

“True to my promise, I will make sure that mortal remains safe.”

He said as he shaped the clay in his hands into a great golden eagle. Molding the clay with the knowledge and skill of a master. The eagle as detailed as the actually thing before he gave it a spark and breathed life into it, making it become the actual thing and sending it to earth.

“He shall never know another day of hardship, not so long as he remains pure intentioned.”

“Thank you sir.” Ninlil responded, bowing her head in obedience. “You don’t realize how much I appreciate your generosity.”

He waved off her words with a huff. But was happy she was no longer crying as she had been before. Those sounds weren’t pleasant to him.

He kept his Birdy by his side, where they talked and learned from each other well into the night before he eventually retired into his room, and Ninlil was close behind to do the same.

As she laid in her bed, she stared at the ceiling and thought about what she had seen today.

Adam was safe, happy, and moved on… her chest hurt a bit at the thought, but more overwhelmingly, she was genuinely happy her beloved still wasn’t mourning a dead woman.

5 years… 5 years was long enough to mourn. He deserved this happiness.

Her mind filled with a sense of peace as she gave her blessing.

“May your cup always be full, your heart happy, your mind peaceful, and your wallet forever filled with prosperity, I loved you Adam…” she whispered as she stared at the ceiling in the privacy of her room. “But you’re no longer mine…My heart releases you. I wish you all the best of love and luck my former beloved”

She sighed and closed her eyes as other faces filled her mind…

How she missed them… how she wanted to be back in their arms…

In her mind, in her room, in the depth of the night. Ninlil began to formulate a plan. The last semblance of her whole, un-splintered mind grasping onto this hope. Given a purpose once more, she rattled against the chains of complacency, the Watchdog opening her eyes again.

She had to get back to them…

The only thing left to figure out was How?

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Authors note; THIS TOOK ME TWO DAYS! But it’s not proofread, please forgive any spelling errors! I hope you enjoyed!

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sorenevans · 2 months

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can we just talk about the song "Inkpot Gods" for a minute?

while I am 100% sure I am interpreting this song wrong I really don't care.

let me show you my vision-

(listen while you read- it makes more sense.)

There's a young girl- about 10-11 years old. She's probably been through a lot. and she tries not to cry because she thinks that is a sign of weakness, but a man who was supposed to care for this girl originally, but was so scared too he never really tried- POTENTIALLY A FATHER FIGURE, MAYBE EVEN HER ACTUAL FATHER- tells her that it's ok to cry, and to not worry about the other kids laughing at her because she's just learning how to fight for herself.

Oh, what? These, these aren't tears It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall And what they hear isn't laughter, after all It's just your voice learning for once to stand up tall

that same man wants to keep her safe, and that's exactly what he does. he vows to stay by her side and train her until she can fight the monsters of this world without his help. he sees her for more than her scars, more than her marking, more than anything superficial. he sees her for her. he sees her the way his father never saw him. He vows to never be like his father. He wants to be present in this young girl's life, he wants to be the father she doesn't and he never had.

And when the rain came down I made a vow out to the dark "Please, let her live just one more day Cause she is so much more than all her scars And if she doesn't have the will But it seems the whole world does, I'll stay, because I will be the man my father never was"

this man knew her mother before she died. she brings it up to the man when she turns 15 so that she can get the letters from her mom that the man had been keeping safe. the last letter written very hastily written read these lyrics. \/ The girl asked the man and he said that her mother was always singing.

And what you hear is not silence It's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum

She also wrote in these letters that she was never truly alone that she had the man and the darkness was only there so she could appreciate the light in her life, it was only there to discourage her in her quests. but her mother also wrote not to let the darkness stop her and that those who made her life dark only did so to hurt her.

And what you see is not the dark It's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become

And she wrote a letter to those powers holding her daughter back.

And to those gods, I will speak bluntly "We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm her Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man But to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea

and her mother writes one last thing. telling the girl how her mother always told her to look out only for herself. but after having a child she couldn't imagine not gladly dying for her. this child was her life.

'Cause I'm more than what my mum told me to be"

She's 17 now. fighting her own battles, and she's doing well until one day she's not. She is struggling- SHE'S LOSING. She's overwhelmed and OUTNUMBERED AND SCARED! The man wants nothing more than to help, but after all this time he's become old and frail and unable to fight like he used to. he can see her fighting. he can see her trying. he sees her fall. He can't watch anymore. he's fully overwhelmed by that feeling of helplessness.

And I can hear her sing And I know she's giving up And I don't know what to do, how to help her How to bring her home

and she sees the man, no- her father- she knew he saw her fall. She knows he's seeing her lose. She can feel the waves of emotion. she was so scared for him. She craved independence but right now she just wants to hug him- but this is her quest and only hers.

And I can hear him break And he doesn't understand And I wish that I could take his hand But where I'm going is for me and me alone

the man sees a letter sitting on the table. the girl had left it there. for in case she didn't make it back. It's been hours, and he didn't want to admit she could be dead, but he could see no other outcome. he opened the letter. and reads it over and over and over. he can practically hear her singing it.

And I can her sing "If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along" "If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along" "If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along" "If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along" (loved you all along)

He sits in a chair facing the battle scene, where he watches something emerging from the horizon. he tucks the letter neatly away and walks out to meet the girl. she won. She won so she could come back to him. her father- the one who was always there for her, the one who taught her about her mother- the one who loved her unconditionally, and she, him.

If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along

#the amazing devil #music interp #inkpot gods #whats sleep?

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velnica · 1 month

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Lv. 60 — The Ballad of Oblivion (part 1)

Here we go again! After 84 years I am finally ready to finish the Heavensward bard questline. Continues on from A Saint of Song.

So of course we find Sanson waiting near Moglin. And of course the stubborn arse of a bard has yet to return. Sanson reverts back to 'Guydelot isn't dependable' anymore, after pining for however long the trek was from Tailfeather to here.

Okay now this bit is totally not canon in my book because why tf would you go back to Gridania when you have a perfect airport in Ishgard? And Sea of Clouds is under Ishgard's jurisdiction, it's probably more prudent to go there and hitch a shorter ride.

Anyway I'm going to ignore this in my own headcanon as Fjora has a standing with Ishgard and either the Haillenarte or the Fortemps would be able to spare a spot on an airship that's bound for Cloudtop, no questions asked.

I accidentally clicked here so I didn't catch the bit where Mogta said he's spoken to Guydelot, oops. Anyway of course Mr Dramatic Bard is hiding on the bloody peak of the mountain, the one with the selfsame view that Sanson wanted to show him. Of course. They're far too alike actually, and both of them are quite literally staring at the same sky and wishing for the same thing—for Guydelot's return but no, the leading man is still moping.

Melynor I give you permission to peck his stubborn skull

Why yes he did, because he cared about you, dummy.

This journal will be passed on from generations to generations of bard. It's their bible and origin story rolled into one. Nobody talks about the lovesick scribbles around the margin, and if anyone does, one of the bard veterans is ready to smack the back of their heads.

BECAUSE HE IS GUYDELOT.

God this bit is one of my favourite, when Guydelot FINALLY admits that he was wrong. He's going through the exact same motion Sanson did, where he initially thought the worst of Guydelot and then realised that he was more than what he appeared��his talent was not just a show, and he was honourable and sensitive and is a steadfast ally in combat. Guydelot here finally realised that Sanson wasn't at all about currying favours with the brass, he truly believed in the power of song and he wants to cultivate that old belief again.

They've both learned, rather painfully perhaps, that they both fell for their prejudices and the need to learn to communicate and meet in the middle if this plan was to succeed.

Something something Pride and Prejudice.

Both of them look SO DEJECTED when they realise they'd done wrong by the other. Absolute mirrors.

And the humility that he's shown here. He was all about running off by himself and doing whatever he wants, and if Sanson gets annoyed then all the better, but now he doesn't think he has the right to this quest anymore. He knew he had a good thing going and he fucked it up.

Yeah they absolutely should have just gone from Ishgard, idk why Sanson would want to beg the Adders for even more resources here when they were loath to give him any in the first place. Probably the least believable thing in this entire questline lmao.

Will be continued in Part 2!

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #guydesan #bard boys #heavensward bard quest #the humility from Guydelot here #he's grown!#he realises he cares about what Sanson thinks!#and that he's fucked it all up #and maybe for the very first time #he feels retrospective about himself and how he acts #ffxiv

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ghostiiess · 1 year

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - going to a concert with azngami

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pov: ryan recently brought you tickets to go see your fav artists that you guys both like and during the concerts, he's realizing how lucky he is to have you by his side

warning: none

type: wholesome

members: ryan nguyen (azngami)

like and reblogs are greatly appreciated! :)

so.. it was your birthday

and you couldn't stop talking about your fav singer (or music's group)

at this point, ryan knew everything about them 🥴

so for your birthday present, he knew it had to be something related to the group! he then started looking for some merch or some album that you didn't have from them

but when he saw that they were touring in your city, he quickly forgot about his original ideas

he was going to give you tickets to see them irl

let's say when you saw the two tickets to the concert, you were super happy and that made Ryan even happier

like he was actually super excited to go with you, but when he saw your excitement and how happy you were, it made him even more excited

the day of the concert, OH GOD-

he made a tiktok saying he was going to the concert and all that stuff (like he did with seb when he went to see The Weeknd) and posted it on tiktok

when the two of you walked into the concert room, ryan couldn't stop smiling

he was smiling so hard seeing you all excited

ryan would totally be the type to hold your hands and say (as an excuse) that "it's too crowned"

he just want to hold your hand, okay?

if you are introverted like him and he sees that you are also scared of the crown, he would push the people (this man is not scared) and hold your hand super tight while walking in front of you saying "sorry" or "excuse me" or

he would def buy merch there if there is any

matching merch?? (yes, please)

he would give you one of his softest smiles if he saw you in your favorite artist's merch

it has always been a dream of yours to see them and the fact that ryan could go with you and see you realize one of your dreams/goals makes him super happy

"your smile tell me everything, babe"

"what? i just love how happy and excited you are, right now. it's making me happy"

RYAN IS A SIMP FOR HAND HOLDING, OKAY? he love holding hand, so don't be surprised if he hold your hand during the concert

during the concert, nguyen would take secret pictures of you

he think it's super cute to see you smiling like that and being super happy

he love your smile, what can i say?

it's like one of the precious thing he can see every day :(

he would sing the songs with you and look into your eyes and fall more and more in love with you

if the artist sings some love songs, he would totally sing the lyrics while looking at you

and he would say, "what? i'm singing!" but ngl, he just wished he could have written that song for you (but he'll never tell you that)

LIKE??? tell me, this isn't cute?

azngami would tease you with some of the lyrics…? like for example, at the The Weeknd's concert he went to, abel sang "Die For You" and in the song one of the lyrics is "cause baby, i would die for you" so i'm pretty sure ryan would have sang it to you…? idk if this is understandable lol

ryan would play their music in the car after the concert

and would do karaoke nights with you so you could relive that concert

he's so cute

he would post pictures of you and him dancing in the crown, videos of you singing and living your best life, he would take instagram pictures with you and caption them with "you're the reason behind these lyrics" if the group/singer are/is mostly singing love songs

to conclude this headcanon, ryan and you would have a lot of fun together at the concert!!

hope you guys liked it!!

taglist (open! send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

#headcanon #headcanons #soft headcanons #boyfriend headcanons #dating headcanons #concert #concert headcanon #concert headcanons #northstarboys #north star boys #nsb #ryan nguyen #ryannguyen #azngami #azn gami

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roostersmustache · 21 days

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Songs of Silence, Two

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Author's Note: Here's part two! Finally! Lemme know what you think!

Synopsis: Ingrid finally starts to accept that she doesn't want to marry Thor, and the thought process nearly drives her mad. Its even worse because she can't communicate with him, and whoever took her voice from her is still out there.

or:

Ingrid still can't speak but Loki sure can get into her head.

Warnings: None of this is accurate, Swearing, adult themes, angst, possible MCU spoilers, possible Loki spoilers.

Word Count: 4.8k

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Ingrid had been on edge all day long.

She had plans to accompany Thor to his mandatory training today, and normally, she enjoyed watching the prince’s spar with each other. But today, the air between her, Thor, and Loki was thick. Ingrid had no desire to look at Thor after he had thrown insults her way the day prior, and she couldn’t look at Loki because her face would get hot.

But that didn’t stop him from being inside of her head.

The prince had successfully, for the second day in a row, weaseled his way into Ingrid’s mind. Sometimes she didn’t know he was there until she started thinking about the conversation they had had in their minds yesterday, and he’d pop back in to add some of his own commentary. It was driving her insane, and of course he knew that, but no matter how many times she telepathically told him to stop, he’d just throw a wink at her.

When Thor came to collect her, he knocked on her door. She opened it, revealing Thor in the front, and Loki behind him. Her eyes quickly met Thor’s and then darted over to Loki, who on eye contact, gave her a smile that had her shuffling nervously where she was standing. She had decided at the last minute that going to the training would be too much with Loki there, so she hadn’t put her dressing gown on. She needed a break from his voice in her head.

“Darling,” Thor started, quizzically looking at her state of dress. “Why are you not dressed?”

She huffed, not knowing how to reply without her voice, and just shook her head at her fiance.

“What do you mean, dear?” Thor asked. “I don’t understand.”

God she wished Thor was the one that could communicate telepathically with her, and not his cunning, sexy, and up-to-no-good brother. She just sighed at the prince and shook her head again.

Thor looked back to Loki, who had leaned up against the wall, looking at something other than the couple trying to communicate. Thor tapped his brother's arm, and Loki coolly averted his gaze back to Thor, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You’re good at magic, brother, have you any idea what my bride seems to be trying to say?”

Ingrid’s eyes went wide, and she desperately wished she could tell Thor she didn’t need Loki’s help talking to him, but she couldn’t. She turned her gaze to Loki and narrowed her eyes at him. A warning.

“Just tell him I don’t want to go,” She said to him.

Loki smirked back at her, turning now to face her. She felt small under his sharp gaze, and she wished for nothing more than to just close her door and curl up under her sheets.

“But why don’t you want to go?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I don’t feel well,” She said back, her glare deepening.

She hoped he couldn’t see any of the images playing inside of her mind, the image of him kissing her forehead the night before had been a constant reply in her mind. Shamefully she was disappointed he hadn’t actually kissed her. When she thought about that upon waking up this morning she had slapped her wrist. Crushing on Loki was one thing but cheating on Thor with his mischievous brother would be seen as an act of treason.

“That it would,” he said, confirming that he had just heard that entire thought she had. “But wouldn’t it be such fun to sneak around?”

“Loki,” She warned, he gave her a smooth smile. “Just tell Thor I’m not going.”

“But that would be entertaining, darling,” he drawled. “Reading your every thought while sparring against my brother. Him completely oblivious to the fact that his bride wants me instead.”

She let out a puff of air at his words, heat rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t deny it, and she didn’t want to deny it either. But Ingrid was scared. She had been by Thor’s side her entire life, and while she had always had a stronger draw to Loki, Thor was safe. Loki was off limits. Yet that seemed to excite her more. She couldn’t deny that the prince elicited a fire within her she had never felt before, and the pure fact that he felt the same way as she did only ignited the flame.

She heard him laugh in her head.

“Get out of my head, Loki,” she said, having a hard time forming the words in her brain with her muddled thoughts. “And just tell him I don’t want to go.”

“You’re no fun,” he teased.

Ingrid watched with battered breaths as Loki turned to his brother who had been suspiciously eyeing them both during their telepathic conversation. Ingrid knew Loki wouldn’t reveal the true nature of their conversation, but she also knew that he was the God of Mischief. She just hoped he’d tell the truth rather than twist it.

“She doesn’t wish to go, brother,” Loki said, leaning back up against the wall and giving Thor a feigned sad glace.

“What?” Thor asked, giving Ingrid a confused look. “Darling, the people are expecting you to make an appearance there today.”

“She doesn’t feel well,” Loki confirmed, his gaze back on nothing.

“Are you alright?” Thor asked, his confusion melting into concern. “Do I need to send a healer?”

She shook her head at him and crossed her arms over her chest. She was happy to see him believe her, and she was surprised Loki had told the truth and not caused anything further. For that she was grateful.

“I could stay and keep an eye on her, brother. I have a vast knowledge of medicine, she’d be in good hands.”

Or not.

“No,” Ingrid said to him.

“But the people probably want to see both of their princes, I think we should just send a healer.”

“I’m the only one who can communicate with her, and besides, they don’t care to see me. This training is for the people to see how well their king performs on the battlefield, as if they don’t already know,” Loki said, lightly bumping his brother's arm.

“He’s right,” Thor said, looking at Ingrid. Her eyes pleaded with him. “I want to make sure you’re alright, and despite his title, I trust my brother with you. It would bring me much comfort to have him here with you.”

Ingrid just sighed in response, her shoulders deflating. Loki was stressing her out, and the last thing she needed was to be alone with him for god knows how long. Their training usually lasted a couple of hours, so she was nervous about being in such close proximity with the god for a while. She couldn’t stop the part of her that was excited, though, because that part of her was very much there. She was scared to give into him, but god did she want to. She had spent years dreaming about those lips of his and what they felt like, the way his Asgardian leather hugged his form, and the smooth silk of his voice in her ear.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Loki started, waltzing past her and into her bedroom. “You're in good hands.”

“Come get me if she gets worse,” Thor said to Loki. Before he headed out, he leaned down and cupped Ingrid’s cheeks, looking into her eyes. “We’ll get your voice back, my love. In the meantime, feel better and don’t hesitate to hit my brother if he bothers you.”

Thor said goodbye to her by reaching down and kissing her firmly on her lips. He squeezed her hand and nodded at Loki as he left, leaving Ingrid standing in her doorway, frozen in her spot. She was tempted to turn around and go into her room with the door wide open, but she couldn’t stand to leave her door open. She didn’t like everyone looking into her room when they passed by.

Quietly, she turned and walked back into her bedroom, softly closing the door behind her. She noticed Loki lounging on her bed out of her peripheral and she internally debated on where to place herself. She still wanted to curl up into her sheets, but with Loki on her bed, that option was out the window. But she also didn’t know where else to sit. She settled on standing in the corner, facing him, with her arms tightly folded in front of her.

“You look upset,” Loki said, breaking the silence between the two.

Ingrid cast him a glare, trying her best to seem irritated by his presence. But she couldn’t be irritated. She was really fighting with herself on what to do. A very large part of her wanted to crawl over to him and pounce on him. But she couldn’t do that, so she decided to stay firmly in the corner.

“Why did you insist on being here?” She asked him.

“Because I like to watch you squirm, baby. It’s thrilling,” he shrugged, his eyes gleaming with trouble.

His words sent a chill straight down her spine, and she had to shift in her spot to hold her composure. Baby was a pet name she adored. Thor never called her that. But there are lots of things that Ingrid has no experience in. Being called ‘baby' was one of those things. She had never been with anyone outside of Thor, but the stories she overheard from the palace were stories that made her face heat up. She wanted that excitement, and Thor couldn’t give her that.

Growing up, people had kept a watchful eye on Ingrid. She was beautiful, astoundingly so, but everyone knew she was to marry Thor. She was never allowed to flirt with anyone else, or get involved with anyone else, and that was made evidently clear anytime Odin caught her looking at someone else for too long. But Thor was able to get with anyone in the nine realms that he wanted to get with. She would often go to fetch her prince only to be met with unpleasant noises emerging from his bedroom, evident that another woman was there.

Once the two of them became old enough to start taking their betrothal seriously, Thor stopped seeing random women. Instead, he focused all of his attention onto Ingrid, and he ended up falling in love with her. Ingrid had never fallen in love with Thor. He just wasn’t a match for her. But she tried so hard to fall for him. She would kiss him, she would cuddle with him, she would have sex with him, yet none of those things quenched the desire in her heart. And now, with their wedding fresh on the horizon, it all seemed to hit her at once that she couldn’t marry Thor. She just didn’t know how to get out of that situation.

“What thoughts you have in that mind of yours, darling,” Loki said, standing from her bed and walking towards her. “You should just tell my brother he’s not what a beautiful lady such as yourself needs. You need someone that excites you, someone that keeps you on your toes. Isn’t that right?”

Loki was now standing directly in front of her, and her breathing had become shallow. She struggled to maintain eye contact with him, and this alone had the god smirking above her, a hand coming down to rest on her waist and tug her to him. She gasped.

“I asked you a question, Ingrid,” Loki drawled, his hand that wasn’t on her hip coming up to trace over her cheek.

“What are you doing?” She asked. She felt completely breathless.

“I’m asking you a question,” he replied, seeming unfazed by their position.

“This is wrong,” she panicked, her head whipping around to make sure no one could see them, even though her door was completely shut.

She felt Loki pinch her chin, tugging her to look at him again.

“But it's what we both want,” he said, dragging his thumb over her lip. He could feel the air leave her lungs. “A princess as pretty as you deserves to get what she wants.”

Ingrid could’ve melted at his words, and if it wasn’t for his hand tightly around her waist, she thinks she would have. She shouldn't let herself get lost in his ways so easily, but she couldn't help it. Not when his eyes were glimmering down at her and his hands were tightly clasped around her.

"Am I wrong?" He asked, letting her go, watching her stumble to catch her balance. "Do you not want this?" He smirked at her, awaiting for her confirmation.

Ingrid's eyes pleaded with him, the loss of his touch affecting her more than it should. Being held by him had been a sensation she hadn't known she'd needed, but here, now, without his touch she felt a longing she had never felt before.

She sauntered back up to him, his hands clasped behind his back, and she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. She was nervous, the God intimidated her. And she knew what he was capable of, she knew he loved a power trip. She'd heard of his reputation plenty of times before from palace staff. She knew he was good in bed.

She lightly shook his shoulders, tenderly sliding her hands down his arms. Her breath caught when he removed his hands from behind his back and moved them to her arms, pushing her backwards. The two held eye contact with each other as he walked her backwards, a gasp emitting from her when her back met the wall. He slid her arms up above her head, holding her there while he leaned into her.

"You're sure you don't want this, love?" He asked, his breath fanning her lips.

"I'm scared," she said, her mind racing.

"Of what?" He asked. "Of Thor being upset? He doesn't satisfy you, darling. He can have any maiden in the nine realms. Sure, he might be heartbroken, but he'll be alright."

"But what if we get executed?"

"We won't, Ingrid," he soothed. "We keep it secret for a bit, then we go to Thor, and then Thor goes to Odin. Thor is the key to getting you out of marriage."

"He would never agree to that," Ingrid said, her eyes sorrowful.

Loki sighed in frustration. "I want you, Ingrid. I want to give you the things that you deserve. The things you crave. My brother cannot give you that. Even if a secret, will you please allow me that?"

Ingrid huffed out a cry at his admission. She wanted him too. But Thor would be so angry if he found out, and Odin would probably have her and Loki executed. But Loki was the God of Mischief. If anyone could lie and keep a secret, it would be him.

"Okay," she said.

At her approval, Loki sealed their lips together. Their first kiss was soft and short, a test of the waters. Loki pulled back and eyed her, asking for permission to keep going. He let her arms go, and they quickly found their way into his hair, nodding at him as she pulled him closer. His hands found her waist again, and he pulled her taught against him.

Their lips danced together; a hungry, sinful, passionate dance. Teeth clashed together, lips were wet with hunger, and they moaned into each others mouths as they explored. Loki had coaxed her mouth open, allowing his tongue to explore, and she moaned out to him, pulling harder at his hair.

Loki was the first person other than Thor that Ingrid had kissed. The feeling she got from Loki's menstruations was electric. She had never felt so euphoric from a kiss, and the more they kept going, the more she wanted. She was engulfed in him; his mouth on hers, his hands on her waist, pulling her close, and his hair between her fingers. She was on fire, and she never wanted to stop.

Loki spun her around and started walking her backwards, her legs hitting her bed before she fell backwards. She scooted up the bed, resting on her elbows, as Loki climbed over her, leaning down to connect their lips once more. He leaned her back to where she was flush against the mattress, resting his body weight atop hers.

Her hands found his shoulders, and she hiked a leg up to rest at his hip, his knee falling between her thighs. His hand that wasn't holding his weight above her dropped down to her hip, pulling her into him. He moved his mouth down, nipping behind her ear, which had her gasping out. His lips continued their sinful movements.

The two had unintentionally started moving against each other, their breaths coming out as desperate gasps, not nearly coming up for enough air. Ingrid was completely lost in their kiss, her mind going blank. She couldn’t think of anything logical, her mind muddled with thoughts of Loki on top of her. She didn’t know how long they had been kissing, it could’ve been hours, it could’ve been mere minutes. But she knew she never wanted to stop. Something about their kissing felt so right, like everything made sense. Her heart felt a sense of fullness she hadn’t ever felt before.

“Loki,” she said. But his mind seemed too occupied to understand she was trying to communicate with him. “Loki,” she said again, this time more urgently.

“Hm?” He hummed, not stopping his movements but flicking his eyes up to hers.

“We have to stop,” she replied.

It’s not that Ingrid wanted to stop, she just knew that if she didn’t stop kissing him, they’d go further than they needed to. And as strong as her feelings for the God were, she knew she wasn’t ready to give him herself fully yet. It was all happening so fast.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, pulling back to look at her.

She just shook her head at him.

“Then why do we have to stop?” He asked, smirking down at her.

“Because we’re getting worked up,” she said, her eyes blown out, still evidently turned on.

“And why is that so bad, darling?” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “We’re just kissing.”

“It’s not enough,” she said. It was the truth, she needed more. She needed him more than she had ever needed anyone. But she knew things between the two of them needed to be slow, careful.

“Not enough?” He chuckled, his eyes dark. “What can I do for you then, Ingrid?” He asked, running his hand up her back and back down to her leg that was resting on his hip.

“Nothing yet,” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. “We have to go slow.”

"If slow is what the lady wants," Loki started, slowly moving off of her. "Then slow is what she will get."

"It's just all happening so fast," she said.

"Then we'll go slow and be careful, darling. Can't have us getting caught," he said, kissing her firmly once more before standing and retreating from the bed. He crossed the room and sat on the loveseat across the room. Ingrid watched a green flash appear in his hand, and when it was gone, she saw the book he had clutched in his palm.

Ingrid was left on the bed, her mind jumbled, as the God sat across the room reading. Her lips still tingled and her body burned where his hands had been. She was scared, scared of being around Loki because all she wanted to do was kiss him. And scared of herself because she didn't know if she had the self control to keep her desires at bay.

Ingrid was awoken by the sound of Thor entering her bedroom. Shortly after her and Loki's "bonding" time, she had fallen asleep while Loki sat in her chair and read his book. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she felt rested.

Thor walked in, sweat gleaming on his forehead and a smile on his face. He surveyed the room, looking to Ingrid on the bed who was slowly stirring, and then to Loki who had set his book down to look at his brother.

"How is she?" Thor asked, looking to Loki and then back to Ingrid.

"She's alright," Loki replied. "She fell asleep not long after you left. How was sparring?"

"It was great," Thor boasted, puffing his chest and smiling. "I beat all of my opponents."

"As expected," Loki replied.

Ingrid sat up on her elbows and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. Thor walked over to her and sat on her bed, his hand finding her cheek.

"How are you feeling, darling?" He asked her, his thumb stroking her cheek.

Ingrid just nodded at him and gave him a small smile.

"I hate you can't speak, I miss your voice," Thor said, giving her a frown.

She gave him a small smile back and shrugged her shoulders. Not speaking was irritating her, she could only communicate with Loki, and he was driving her mad in an intoxicating way. After they had kissed, she had laid back on her bed and fell asleep with the feeling of his lips still lingering. It was the most astounding kiss she had ever had, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't crave it more.

Thor leaned into her and kissed her, and the action made her nauseous. She felt dirty, like she was committing the ultimate act of betrayal. Thor loved her, and she was kissing his brother behind his back. She didn't want to kiss Thor, she didn't want to touch him. All she wanted was sitting across her room, his thighs spread across her chair as he thumbed at a book in his large hands.

Loki felt her gaze on him as soon as she looked to him, and he looked up at her though the pages of his book. His gaze intense, his eyes staring at her with a knowing look.

She gulped.

She turned her gaze back to Thor and sighed, sitting up and moving off of her bed. She needed away from both of them. She didn't want to be near Thor because she couldn't give him what he wanted to give her.

It was clear why she didn't want to be around his brother.

As soon as she stood, however, she stumbled, her vision going black as she experienced something she never had before. She saw something, a cottage in a dark forest, the setting at night, rainy and dreary. Inside the cottage, was a woman tied to a beam, a look of fear stricken across her face.

"Tell me where she is," Her voice said.

Her voice.

Ingrid's.

But Ingrid never said that. Whoever had her voice had spoken those words, and they were also in the cabin. They looked down at the tied up woman, a dark cloak concealing them. The woman pleaded with them.

"I don't know where she is!" The woman cried.

"You do," the cloaked figure said. "And I will make you tell me."

The figure then started singing a spell, an incantation to get someone to tell the truth. It was a spell Ingrid was familiar with, but one she vowed to never use because of its malicious origins. She could make people do many things with her voice, but she vowed to never use her voice for evil.

"Jeg søker å høre din endeløse tunge Lyv ikke for meg Fortell meg historier om sannhet og fornuft Eller bli et objekt for forræderi

Gi meg din sannhet nå Ingen flere løgner, det lover du Blod skal utgytes for svik Dette er ord jeg ikke vil gjenta"

(I seek to hear your endless tongue Lie to me none Tell me stories of truth and reason Or become an object of treason

Yield your truth unto me now No more lies, this you vow Blood to be shed upon deceit These are words I will not repeat)

As soon as the figure finished reciting the spell, the woman screamed out in pain. If the spell was recited and there was no truth to be told, the victim would die. If there was a truth to be told, it would be spilled from their lips immediately, and death would follow. It was an evil truth spell, and for Ingrid to hear it recited to someone with her own voice was sickening.

The woman continued to cry in pain as a flash of magic ate her from the inside out, turning her into nothing but ash. The fear in her eyes would haunt Ingrid forever.

Ingrid just watched an innocent woman die by her own voice.

As soon as the vision ended, she collapsed onto the floor in a heap of tears, unable to catch her breath. Immediately, both brothers were by her side, trying to console her and figure out what just happened.

She frantically looked to Loki, and she grabbed his hand, placing it on her forehead. He first gave her a quizzical look, but then he understood. For once she wanted him to see into her mind.

She felt a warm tingle on her forehead that she assumed was his seidr, and as soon as she felt it, she closed her eyes. She saw the woman in the cabin again, begging for her life, and the cloaked figure in the corner. She heard the spell in her voice, and watched again as the woman died because she had no secrets to spill. Rewatching the vision made fresh tears fall from her eyes.

Once the vision was over, Loki pulled away with a similar solemn expression on his face. Thor looked between the pair with confusion and concern, trying to pull Ingrid's gaze back to him. But she was too focused on Loki. He had just seen everything she saw, and she wanted to know what he thought. She wanted his comfort because he was the only one who knew exactly what she saw.

"That is not your fault, Ingrid," he said, looking at her with such intensity she almost didn't hear what he said.

She just cried in response, overwhelmed by it all.

"What did you see, brother?" Thor asked, pulling Ingrid to his chest.

"She had a vision," Loki started, standing from where he was crouched on the ground. "Whoever took her voice is using it for evil. They took her voice to try and locate someone, and killed a woman when they didn't get their desired response."

Thor looked to Ingrid in shock, and hugged her closer to him, kissing her forehead. After a few seconds of settling in Thor's embrace, Ingrid pushed herself up to her feet as well, brushing off her dress and letting out a huff. Thor followed behind her, the three of them standing together, a feeling of unease shared among them.

Ingrid knew getting her voice back was an urgent matter, but now she felt like if she didn't get it back immediately, the world would crumble onto her. Ingrid swore herself to be a Goddess of goodness, and seeing and hearing her voice used for such evil made bile rise in her throat.

"Ingrid," Loki started, her eyes quickly snapping to his. "We must show Frigga. She can help form a plan."

"I agree," Thor said, walking beside Ingrid and placing a gentle hand on her back. "Mother is very wise with these things."

Ingrid nodded at him, and walked over to her vanity to brush out her hair. She heard the two brothers talking behind her, undoubtedly Thor making sure she wasn't acting weird before he left. Thor had no idea what Ingrid and Loki had seen, so he didn't quite understand what was going on.

"We'll get your voice back, baby."

Ingrid stopped brushing her hair and sat up straight, chills racing down her spine. She'd never get used to Loki just popping into her head. It was a sensation that gave her a thrill and made her heart leap. After she got a taste of what it's like to kiss him, the desire to be his bride instead of Thor's was agonizing. She wished she could kiss him whenever and wherever she pleased like she does with Thor. But those kisses to Loki would mean so much more.

And maybe, maybe, she'd fight for him more than she initially thought.

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Lockdown (Austin Butler x Reader)

I had so much fun writing this! I didn’t think I would be able to write something up for this! But it definitely just hit me and just went quickly. I want to be able to write more Austin fics, so hopefully that will happen soon! Let’s hope I upload this to the correct masterlist...

I have no clue when they stopped filming and what not... so we’re just gonna ignore if it’s wrong. I don’t care... Because this is a fic and I will write what I want to dammit!

Requested by: @houndogsblog \\ Check out the original post here!

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Pairing: Austin Butler x Priscilla!Actress!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pandemic, Covid-19, Cute moments, Fluff, Most likely some spelling and grammatical errors.

Word Count: 4k

You sat in the recording studio with Austin and the rest of the band. Ever since you got the role of playing Priscilla Presley, you were asked to contribute to making the music. You were a huge guitar player, not like they needed more of those. Especially when Austin was such a god at playing one himself, they still argued that they needed you. Well, that and they mentioned it would grow the bond between you and Austin as you two prepared to become the Presleys.

"Hey, can I ask you something, Y/n/n?" Austin came up behind you. You let out a hum and turned to look at him. With a smile on your face, you nodded.

"Of course, shoot away." You turned your body so that you were fully facing him.

"I was just wondering if you could show me how to play this one tune? I've been struggling; trying to figure it out." He asked. You were quite shocked that he asked you for help. You were pretty sure that Austin was playing guitar longer than you have, but you weren't about to deny being close to him.

"Yeah of course! What is it?" You asked as you reached over for your guitar. This guitar held a special place in your heart. While it worked like every other single acoustic guitar, it held a special paint design on it. Your sister was diagnosed with cancer a couple of years back, and she found peace within painting.

The design was quite simple, just some of your favorite flowers on the base of the guitar... but it was so beautiful. Your sister was extremely talented. You just wished more people could've seen her work. Sadly, she passed away before that could happen. You try not to dwell on the sad moments, and having a guitar she customized for you, keeps her close.

"It's a part of a scene where Elvis is fooling around, playing the guitar and singing. Yet, there's just this part. Baz tried to explain it to me, but I just can't get it down." He explained. You nodded and listened to him.

You guys haven't started filming yet. In fact, you guys were only recording the songs as of right now. Austin talked about dying his hair for the role, but as of right now, he was still blond. You knew that, when he did dye it, it would pull everything together. Anyways, Baz wanted us to get all the music done first before any type of filming started. They were also still looking for people to play some side rolls.

"What did he describe it as?" You asked.

"He said it was a tune that worked in many of his songs... kind of slow, energetic... Not much to work off of," he chuckled lightly. You smiled softly and shook your head.

"That's okay, I can probably figure it out. Just have to pinpoint some of his songs that could work with the same tune..." you mumbled to yourself and hummed softly. You played along with the strings trying to figure it out. Something that could work in all his songs... hm...

"Hey, guys! Listen up!" Baz called out, which pulled you away from your thoughts. You looked up and over towards him. He held this emotion on his face that just told you something was wrong.

"What's up Baz?" One of the orchestra members asked. Baz let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead.

"I don't know how many of you have been watching the news... There is this new sickness going around... and... it's really getting around. They are suggesting we take a few weeks off of filming... recording... just bout everything to see if it calms down." Baz explained. You knew what he was talking about... Your eldest brother lived over in Europe and he has been texting you about this.

They called it Covid-19. It first originated in China and has been taking the world into its hand. He explained how many people were dying because of this sickness. You knew it had to be serious, especially when Baz wanted to take a break from filming.

"How long will we be away?" Austin asked out of curiosity.

"Hopefully no more than a few weeks. I will keep you all posted! Until then... pack up your things... and go home. And I mean home home. Not to your hotel." Everyone muttered in response and you just let out a breath. Austin turned to look at you.

"Uh, this may be a weird question but... where do you live?" He asked you with a raised eyebrow. You let out a light laugh and stood up to collect your belongings. "I live in California, as of now."

"Great!" Austin cleared his voice, "u-uh I mean great. I- If you don't mind... maybe you could come over to my place? You can help me figure out that tune some more?"

"Yeah! I would love to, sounds like fun." You smiled. Austin started and started to walk away but quickly turned back around to face you.

"Can I get your number?" He asked as he pulled out his phone, handing it over to you. You nodded and took it out of his hands. You quickly typed in your number and made sure to text yourself, just so you knew you wouldn't be getting a text from some random person.

"Perfect! I'll text you with details later?"

"Sounds great!" You smiled. Austin nodded and started to back away. His baby blue eyes were still attached to your own e/c ones. It wasn't until he walked into something that he turned around. You let out a light giggle and continued to gather your things up.

As you walked out of the building and found your way to the car you were renting, you got in and left out a huff. You grabbed your phone and decided to text your brother. You shot him a quick update about how the disease arrived at America. You placed down your phone and let out a sigh.

You started up your car and drove to your hotel. You would have to find a plane to take you back home. It shouldn’t be too bad, and who knows… Maybe somehow you and Austin will end up on the same flight. You doubted it, but sometimes these things have a way of happening.

After you got home, you ordered some food and called your parents. It was something you did every time you got back from… filming, recording, just about everything. You wanted to update them, and well… to let them know that nothing has happened to you.

“Hello?” You heard your mother's voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hi mama, is dad there?” You asked as you found yourself a comfortable place on the couch.

“Yes, he is. You’re calling a bit earlier today, not that I am complaining… Did something happen?” Your mama asked. You let out a breath and looked out the big windows that overlooked the town.

“We’re taking a break. Baz says that it should be fine in a couple of weeks… but mama… I don’t think it will. You’ve heard what Oliver has said about it.” You explained to her. You heard your father on the other end, meaning your mother had put you on speaker.

“Get home when you can.” Your mama spoke.

“Go out and buy a mask. You don’t know how many people can already have it.” Your father finally spoke up. You took your father's words in and nodded. That was true, there could be a bunch of people who have it and don’t know yet. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Where would I even get one?” You asked. Quite literally, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a mask in stores.

“They have them at the drugstore. Should be down the aisle with all the medical stuff.” Your father explained. You nodded and grabbed a pen and wrote it down. Knowing you, you would end up forgetting tomorrow morning.

“Okay, thanks, dad. I should be home tomorrow. I have a flight after eleven. I’ll buy one on the way.” You reassured them.

“Just remember to wear it everywhere. Oh! And sanitize everything. Your hands, your seat on the plane, your try on the plane. You may look like a germaphobe, but trust me… you don’t want it.” Your dad spoke as if he has gotten it before.

“I know, dad. I’ll be safe I promise.”

“Okay good.” You could just imagine that your dad was nodding his head. His glasses were most likely hanging too far down his nose, and his arms would be crossed.

“Now stop pressuring her, Jesus.” Your mother laughed gently. “Sweetie, I know this is hard, but it’ll all be okay. Americans may be stupid, but they aren’t this stupid.”

“Mama… they are this stupid. This is going to get worse… I just feel it.” You spoke out your concern.

“See, not only does Oliver agree with me, so does Y/n.”

“Okay, Ben, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Your mother spoke to your father. You smiled gently and thrilled a piece of h/c hair around your finger. You hoped that one day you would have a love like your parents shared.

“I should let you guys go. I have to get packed up.” You spoke up as you heard a knock at the door. “And like clockwork, my food just got here.”

“Okay honey, we love you!” Your mother called out.

“I love you two, as well! Bye!” You smiled and waited for a response back. After you got them, you hung up and tossed your phone onto the couch. You stood up and went to open the door with a smile on your face.

“Austin?” You looked at the tall boy in front of you. It’s no surprise that he was in the same hotel as you, but what shocked you was… why he was at your door.

“Hey uh… I was down in the lobby, and I uh saw your name on the bag,” he lifted up a bag. You assumed your food was in that bag, but it was nice of him to bring it up.

“So, you brought it up to me?” You smiled as you leaned against the door, ever so slightly.

“Y-yes I did, thought I would save you the trip.” He chuckled nervously. You nodded and reached out to grab your food.

“Thank you, Austin. That was very sweet of you.” You said as you held your food close to your body. He nodded in return and smiled. The two of you stood there in silence. At first, it was comfortable, but then it got awkward.

“Uh… I- I should go…” You commented as you pointed your thumb behind you.

“Right right,” he shook his head, “I got to go also. I got to pack. Got a plane to catch tomorrow.” He explained.

“Same… well, you have a good night and a safe trip.”

“You too, Y/n, and who knows. Maybe we’ll see each other together. It’ll be fate.” Fate… fate… You wouldn’t go as far as to say it was fate that you two would end up on the same flight. Coincidence.. but not fate… but that would be nice.

“Fate… yeah,” you smiled softly and backed into your room. Austin nodded and held a soft smile on his face as well. You closed the door and felt your face heat up. You didn’t want to like Austin. Let’s get one thing right… you didn’t want to like him more than a friend. You knew he was just being nice, but goddamn it… His niceness is so easy to fall for.

Before you knew it, you were back home and asleep in your own bed. Somehow you and Austin did end up on the same flight. Then, you two somehow ended up getting the same two sits next to each other. How? You had no fucking idea, and you were starting to think that maybe it was fate.

You weren’t that big as an actress, but you had your fair share of big roles. You were supposed to just play the role of Priscilla, but now you were playing guitar in the recordings. Then, they wanted you to also be in the background. It was like… this was planned? In some type of way? Maybe it was fate…

Well, you weren’t one to argue with fate… right? Especially when it came to Austin. The man was literally the definition of the perfect man. Inside and outside, how many people can you say is good inside and out? Not many, because most men were shitty. They held their noses too far up their ass and didn’t care about the female gender at all. It was rare if you found someone who wasn’t an asshole. Austin… was far from that.

“Good afternoon, California. We have some breaking news for you here. As you should know, Covid-19 is taking the world by storm." You turned over towards the tv. You cocked your head to the side and walked closer towards it. Austin looked back at you and waved you over to join him on the couch, which you did.

"The world is literally shutting down as we speak. Airports are shutting down. Nonnatives are forced out of their countries and forced back to their home countries. Our lovely governor here as well as declared a lockdown. What does that mean? Well, I'll tell you. No one is allowed out and about. Places will be closing up. You can no longer go to the restaurant and eat as you please. They don't want hundreds of people walking around on the street. In fact, you will be getting a fine if you're found outside that's not in your background. The only time you will be able to leave is when you go to get groceries. Even so, there will be a limit on how many people can enter."

"A lockdown...?" You spoke gently. Was the world really shutting down? Before you could reply, a phone started to ring. You blinked your eyes and watched as Austin handed you your phone. You smiled at him as a thank you and checked the caller ID seeing it was your mother.

"Hi mama," you said as you answered the phone call.

"Y/n! Turn on the news! You won't believe this- it is just-" Your mother just spoke and spoke, and honestly if you didn't stop her she would run her tongue out.

"I have it on mama." You replied as you glued your eyes back to the television screen.

"You have to come home, stay with your father and me." She argued in a kind way. You knew she meant well by it, but they lived on the other side of the states.

'Mama, I can't just leave. You heard the news. Airports are basically closing. They are only allowing arriving flights." You explained to her... like she wasn’t watching the news. It’s like, she saw the word lockdown and called you. Wouldn’t surprise you, she takes every little bad thing and turns it towards you, like you how somehow going to die.

"Then drive," your mother pointed out. You let out a breath and shook your head.

"Mama, I can't just-"

"Is that, Y/n? Let me talk to her," you heard your father in the back. You let out a sigh and rubbed your face. Here comes your father now into the picture.

"Y/n? Do you hear me?" He asked. Of course, you heard him. You heard them both.

"Yes, I hear you." You responded.

"Great perfect. Get in your car, and drive here. If you need gas, make sure you wipe the handle off-"

"I'm not coming home. They are threatening to fine people. Plus, there is no way I am spending the next few days of my life driving home. I will lose my mind. Plus, I doubt it’ll last that long.” You said to them.

"Right right..."

"I'll be okay... I promise. You know I won't leave my place unless I absolutely have to. We can facetime more often, it'll be okay. You know I'll come by around the anniversary. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You softened your voice at the mention of your sister's anniversary.

“We just want you to be safe is all.” Your mother spoke up.

“I’ll be safe, don’t worry. Plus I’m not exactly alone.” You decided to mention. Just by the sound of it.... it kind of sounded like you had found yourself, someone. While, you wish that was the case... and maybe down the line that would happen, but for right now... You were still single.

“Huh?” You heard both your parents say. They were one hundred percent looking at each other confused now.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll talk later.” You shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“Okay okay… just call us okay?” Your mother sounded concerned. You knew it was just her worrying, but it still worried you.

“Always.” You smiled softly and hung up before tossing your phone to the side and sighing.

“Parents?” Austin asked, an amused look on his face. You let out a light chuckle and nodded.

“Always. Gotta make sure I’m safe.” You pointed out and stretched your arms out. Austin picked up the remote and changed the channel to something different.

“That’s how they are. Surprised my family didn’t call me. Especially my sister. She’s always texting me to make sure I’m fine and all that.” Austin explained. You smiled and nodded. Your sister was the same way. She would always check on you, even though she was the one suffering from a sickness.

You laid your head down on the pillow and let your eyes close. Over the past few weeks, you’ve been at Austin’s. There was hardly a day when you weren’t at his place. It didn’t bother you much. You were usually home alone, so it was nice to have someone around… Especially Austin.

Were you starting to grow feelings for him? Absolutely. There was no reason to not grow feelings for him. Were you over your head? Most likely. Just like always, you believed that there was no possible way that someone like Austin could like you. Plus, if he tried to do anything romantic-wise… would it be just in getting in character? God, your brain really didn’t want you to be happy.

“Can I ask you something?” Austin’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You turned and looked at him.

“Always,” You responded.

“Did you… Did you want to stay here? During lockdown? I got a spare room that you can stay in.” Austin asked. He was asking you to stay? Essentially move in with him? That is- I mean… it’s like a dream come true. Especially since his house was such an upgrade from your own lousy apartment.

“Really? You want me to stay? Live here?”

“Uh… yes… is that… is that okay?” He asked back. You could tell he was nervous. He was scratching the back of his neck to try and hide his shaky hands from the nerves. You chuckled lightly and nodded.

“I’d love to stay here, but I kind of need some of my stuff… so we would have to stop by my house.” You explained to him. He nodded.

“Yeah yeah, of course, we can go now if you want?” He suggested. You shook your head at that. It wasn't like you didn't want to go. Just the amount of chaos that is most likely happening outside right now... Didn't exactly scream like fun.

“Are you sure now? I mean some people might be going crazy right now. Maybe we should wait till later.” You then suggested. Austin took your suggestion into thought and eventually nodded in agreement.

“That works.”

You took in a deep breath and smiled. You closed your eyes and got yourself comfortable on the couch. Maybe this was the moment where you two would grow closer. You would continue to help him learn his role of Elvis, and he would help in return. Which in turn... meant you got to spend more time with him. It really was a win-win situation.

“Hey, Austin!?” You called out for him as you started to stand up. You placed your guitar down on its stand and looked around the room.

“Yeah?” Austin asked as he appeared at the door. You turned to look at him, a confused look on your face.

“Do we have any uh… any…” You couldn't think of the word off the top of your head, and you were sure you were going to feel stupid after Austin tells you. “Notebooks?” He finished your question. You nodded quickly.

“Yes yes! A notebook. Sorry, I don’t know why I couldn’t think of it.” You chuckled lightly. He smiled softly at your reaction and walked over to you.

“You got a brain fart, nothing wrong with that.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. You let out a hum and smiled. Ever since lockdown happened, and you moved in with Austin… you two got close… really close. It only took a few more weeks until the two of you started to date.

It has been a few months now. It has actually been almost a year since the lockdown happened. You two spent all your time together. You also helped each other to further understand your roles as the Presleys. You watched all of Elvis’ movies and now own them… You read Priscilla’s book, and Austin has read all the books about Elvis, as did yourself. It got to a point where you started to write music.

You never viewed yourself as a musician, or as a singer, but the more you hung around Austin, the more you wanted to do it. You started singing with him, you started to play with him. Austin even taught you how to play piano! And you honestly loved you. The two of you would sit side by side. Sometimes you would sit on his lap and he would guide your fingers.

Then it came to your parents meeting him, and they almost lost their minds. Mostly because every boyfriend you have brought home for them to meet has always been a dick, but they just knew Austin was different. You were happy that they approved of him because you saw yourself wanting to spend the rest of your life with him. While they haven't met him in person just yet... They loved him over facetime.

"I just had an idea is all," you said as you looked up at his face. He smiled and looked back at you.

"For a song?" He then asked. You nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, I was just sitting down playing the guitar. I was just thinking and humming and this tune came into my head, and then the lyrics started to come in. It was just hitting me an- Oh gosh! I need to write it down before I forget!" You pulled away from Austin and started to look around. Austin raised his eyebrow and looked at you.

"Baby, where are they?" You turned and looked at him, after a moment of searching. Austin let out a chuckle and went towards the bookcase and pulled one out with ease. He walked over to you and handed it to you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You blushed at the sudden touch of affection and practically melted against him. It wouldn't matter what this guy would do, you would melt against his touch.

"Thank you," you said softly and took the notebook out of your hand.

"You're welcome, darlin'," Austin said using his Elvis's voice. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes.

"You're going to be the death of me, Austin..." you said softly.

"Good," he chuckled and lifted my chin with his thumb. "We can die together then because you're gonna be the death of me." He leaned down and connected our lips together.

Goddamnit... I love this man.

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Find the list of March Prompts I’m participating in here - I hope you join in! I love seeing all the different stories people come up with from the same words This would have major spoilers for the original Gallagher Girls series if you haven't read all of them OKAY AND TECHNICALLY NOT SPOILING ANYTHING FOR THE LISTEN SERIES BUT -

I had a thought. About Mary (the soon to be nun in OSOT) - what if her name wasn't Mary? And maybe that was a cover. Or maybe her name was Mary. IDK. And what if this Irish, Strawberry Blonde, Blue-Eyed , NOT TOO FAR IN AGE FROM CAMERON ANN MORGAN , Angel was more than met the eyes? - my head is swimming with theories and headcanons now and I'll be yelling at @averagejoesolomon later about Mrs. O'Reilly A request from my old blog, for more about when Cammie was captured and set free before OSOW - thanks for asking, and thank you even more for your patience 💙 CW: slight descriptions of torture, hallucinations, and injuries // slight religion/God talk

Cammie Morgan & Catherine Goode & "Mary"

It was getting harder and harder to think straight.

What day was it?

Where was I?

Why did I come here?

The pain in my wrists drew all of my attention, the shift of my weight to keep off of my ankle making me suck in a ragged, weak breath.

I fought against the heavy pull of my eyelids, the bed in the corner, the initials in the stone hidden, but there.

He was there. It was real.

A sob shook my body, every part of me crying out in pain with it.

“I admire you, Cameron.”

Cameron.

Nobody calls me Cameron. Mom when she’s upset. My professors sometimes. Dad.

Dad called me Cameron.

She calls me Cameron.

Black heels clicked against stone. Hips swayed. Fire. The room was on fire.

A pale and slender finger brushed under my chin, lifting my head to look at her and I recoiled and she tsked, a pout of an insincere frown on her lips.

“It’s been admirable, dear, this search for answers all by yourself…”

Answers. I needed answers. They wanted the answers.

“That’s a nice song,” she whispered behind a smile. “Zach always -”

“Don’t.”

The word came out coarse, my throat burned, the fire surrounding me inside of me now, burning me alive.

She hummed, a soothing, comforting noise as she ran a hand over my hair, “I know, he feels sorry I’m sure. He didn’t mean to give you up, when he came to see me.”

She’s lying, Cameron.

It was his voice.

Not Zach’s.

Dad’s.

“You’re,” I coughed. That bitter, warm iron ran over my tongue and filled my nostrils as I spat out, “Lying.”

She gripped at my jaw, forcefully until I cried, her eyes almost caring, almost kind.

“I wish I was, babe,” she shook her head, remorsefully. “It was smart - misguided - but smart, to assume we had you already.”

Gallagher Girl, don’t listen to her.

“Just showed his hand too early, and then we knew we could find you first. Alone. Just like your dad, aren’t ya kid?”

I sobbed, fighting against the grip she had against my cheek, against the restraints, voices of people not there clawing at the inside of my ears, telling me to not listen, to fight, to not give up. To notice things, to trust my gut, to never go anywhere without backup.

But it was too late.

Their voices drowned in the music, the music was so loud, louder than the fire, demanding to be heard, demanding to be the only thing I could focus on until a softer, quiet voice told me to go.

“Go find him, Cameron. Go see if he still cares about you, it’s been a long time.”

I collapsed to the ground, suddenly no longer held up, and something told me to fight, and something bigger, louder, told me to run.

Cammie. Run.

So I listened.

I pushed, I crawled through the flames, I gasped for air until I couldn’t breathe, until my head hurt.

Until the fire took me, and I wasn’t burning anymore.

She decided she liked the cold.

It quieted her brain.

This place, these women, had a purpose, a calling, and perhaps she could learn to find hers here as well.

It was lovely, to walk through the snow, and be so close to the sky above and hear the river below, but be far from it.

To disappear.

She felt connected to something stronger, bigger than herself, in this quiet piece of the world.

It felt like decisions, paths of life, pain, logic, grief, uncertainty, did not exist here.

Each crunch of the snow beneath her boots led her further away and closer at the same time.

Something drew her deeper and deeper and further and further, until she was certain there was a reason she had walked this way, until she knew that a God must be real.

Until she saw the girl who seemed to be just as lost as she felt, be embraced by a woman who could only be her mother.

Until the Mother Superior told her it was time to go, to do what she needed to do.

To find the answers she needed to find.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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"Somethin' In The Way You Make Me Move" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When Eddie catches his producer singing a rather sensual song, he wonders if she has anyone in mind as she's singing. Turns out, she did—Eddie.

Pairing: Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Producer!Reader

Word Count: 2,683

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) slightly protected piv sex (pls wrap b4 u tap or u'll die), Reader is on the pill tho, creampie, mentions of handjobs, mentions of oral both!receiving, NICKNAMES OUT THE WAZOO (princess, doll, baby doll, pretty girl), lots of teasing from both parties but mainly Eddie because he's an ass, lmk if i missed anything!!!

Extra Notes: having to repost because i found out the link is broken 🤪

Based On: a conversation me and @rupsmorge had

Originally Written: 02/04/2023 through 02/05/2023

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory

"Alright, boys. I think we're good!" you said into the microphone. "If we need any more takes, I'll call you."

The four men emerged from the recording booth, sweat dripping down their foreheads from the precision they'd put into playing their respective instruments the best they ever had. Eddie, the oldest and prettiest (in your opinion), had been playing the hardest, and you couldn't say you didn't notice.

You constantly noticed him. How could you not? From the way he called you "doll" to the way he was constantly finding reasons to brush against you, he made it well known that he noticed you, so how could you not do the same?

The four muttered some form of a goodbye (Eddie's accompanied by a wink) before making their way out of the studio. You stood from your seat, making sure you were alone before sliding one Airpod in and beginning to clean up your equipment.

You'd almost finished cleaning up all your things during the first song, but when Spotify decided to play "move!" by NIKI, you worked a little slower, wanting to savor your favorite song.

"Maybe it's the way that," you sang along, swaying your hips as you continued to gather your things. You waltzed into the recording booth, feeling every word you sang, "you make me wanna lay back."

You had barely finished the first verse when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Oh, God, please don't be my boss.

"I was just coming to retrieve my jacket but I see you're singin' about me again," an all-too-familiar, deep voice said behind you.

You slid your Airpod out of your ear and into its case before clearing your own throat. "Eddie…" you managed to say, swallowing down a hard lump in the back of your throat.

He grabbed his coat from the chair where he'd left it, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Who were you singing about, anyway? You got a boyfriend I don't know about?" he smirked as he stepped into the recording room.

You swallowed again, shaking your head.

His hands landed on his hips. "So you were singing about me?"

With the roll of your eyes, you scoffed. "In your dreams, Munson. Just because you're a big, popular rockstar now doesn't mean I want you too."

His hand flew to your wrist, pulling you closer. You can't say it didn't make your stomach turn, in a good way of course. He eyed you up and down, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You think I don't notice the way you bat your eyelashes when you compliment my guitar skills? Or when I hit certain notes when I'm singing?"

He pulled away, chuckling deep. "I bet those are notes you wish only you could make me hit."

Your breathing hitched, and he smirked again. "I'm not too far off, am I?"

You tried to find some way to discreetly cover how your thighs were starting to clamp together. But Eddie being Eddie, he noticed immediately. "I knew it," was all he said, watching as your thighs clenched around nothing.

You slowly shook your head in response to his previous question. "I bet you say the same things about me," you uttered, slightly impressed by your sudden boldness. "I bet there's so many sounds you wish I'd make only for you."

He chuckled, brushing a loose hair away from your cheek. "I'd love to hear them. If you ever wanted to show me, that is."

You casually glanced down, noticing the tent forming in the front of his jeans. You placed a hand on his chest, toying with the collar of his black flannel. "No, I think I wanna hear all the noises you can make first."

His lips crashed into yours, and almost habitually, your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the wall, your back arching away from it as his lips moved to the crook of your neck.

He chuckled as he sucked hard on your neck, a bruise was sure to appear the next morning. He pulled away for a beat, smirking. "I think I wanna hear your noises first."

"Too bad," you sighed, sliding your hand down to the bulge in his pants, "you're gonna make all those handsome noises for me first."

He sucked in a groan, his pride overcoming him. "What was that first line of that song you were singing?" he said, diving back into your neck. You bit your lip, hiding a moan, and he rolled his eyes. "Somethin' about laying back?"

"Uh-huh," you managed. "The way that you make me wanna lay back," you corrected him.

"Is that what you want? Or were you just singing along?"

You nodded before placing your lips back on his. An opened mouth kiss, leading to your tongue slipping into his mouth, savoring the taste of the peppermint tea he'd been drinking earlier.

He picked you up once again before turning and crouching down to his knees, lying you flat on the floor of the studio. His hands moved to his buckle, but you stopped him with a, "Wait…"

You took a moment to savor him like this: those brown eyes you loved so much looking down at you with lust, his arms flexed in that tight, red flannel he wore all the damn time, his hand that had moved from his belt to grip the fat of your waist. You gave him a small smile, and he knew. It was your way of saying, "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Your attention went back to the buckle of his black, leather belt. "Can I?" you practically begged, hooking a finger through one of his belt loops.

He nodded slowly, and you were a little too eager to reach for the metal fastening. He toyed at your pants' button as you slid down his jeans, your eyes widening at how pretty the thatch of his happy trail was. You hooked a finger into his boxers, pulling him out promptly, sighing deeply at how nice he felt in your hand. You ran a thumb over the tip, going glassy-eyed at the sight of how pretty and pink and big he was.

"Shit, princess," he grunted, and you smirked. You'd won. "Putting those fingers to good use. Good to know they're good for more than just hitting buttons on a computer."

You stroked down the length of it, letting out a short breath. "Oh, I can't wait to show you all the things these fingers can do."

"Next time, princess," he told you, pulling your pants down the rest of the way. "Need to be in you right now."

His hands made quick work of your blouse, tossing it aside and pulling your tits out of your bra. One of your hands was still settled on his dick while the other tugged at his flannel. "Take it off, please?" you nearly whined. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed a perfect view of the white tee shirt beneath it and how it clung to his inked biceps. Needed it, like air to breathe.

He slid it off agonizingly slow before moving his palms back to your chest. His thumbs massaged small circles on the buds, finally eliciting a mewl from your lips.

"That's it, pretty girl," he whispered. "Make all those sweet noises you've been saving for me."

Your attention moved back to his cock, pulling him toward your entrance. You slid the mushroom tip against your folds, biting down on your lip to hide a moan.

He took control, moving your hands away from his cock. He slid in easily, prompting him to groan, "Oh, shit. You always this wet?"

You shook your head, managing to whimper out a weak, "Only for you." Your teeth clamped down your bottom lip, you were surprised you didn't taste the metallic tang of blood. Your hands flew to his biceps, digging crescent moons into the rose tattoo inked on his left arm. He slid further in, the stretch already feeling so nice that your lips had fallen into an open "o" shape.

"Fuck, Eddie, please," you whimpered, "need a sec to adjust."

He chuckled, causing his cock to move inside you, and eliciting a moan from your lips. "Aww, is it too big for your greedy, little hole?" he faked a pout, his bottom lip puckering outward.

Your hips bucked slightly, catching him off guard. "You're a dick, Eddie Munson."

"No, but I have one. And from the looks of it," he paused, grinding further down, causing your lips to fall back to their previous "o" state, "you're looking forward to milking it dry, hmm? Aren't you, pretty girl?"

You didn't move, you weren't sure you could. He pushed down further, finally reaching the hilt. When you didn't answer, one of his hands moved to your cheek, pulling your face to look at him. "You should probably answer me, doll. I could just as easily pull out and finish this myself as I pushed in."

You nodded weakly, earning you a scoff from the man above you. "Use your words, baby," he instructed, slightly pulling himself out of you.

You whimpered from the friction and the small, empty feeling of him not completely filling you up anymore. You nodded again with a whine, your eyes squeezing shut as he slid almost the entire way out.

He continued pulling out, which finally got you to form words. "Yesyesyes, Eddie," you cried out, your hips lifting from the floor, in search of that full feeling again. "Can't wait to be cock-drunk on y-"

"Eddie!" Jeff and Gareth called out as they entered the building again.

Eddie's hand flew to your mouth, giving you an expression of seriousness. He bent down, leaving a ghost of a kiss on the shell of your ear. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear those noises you reserved for me, now, would we?" he whispered.

Your eyes widened, but you nodded in response. Your hands landed on his chest, softly running your fingertips over his nipples. Two can play at that game, Munson. His head fell back as he let out a silent, deep breath, his grasp on your hip tightening.

"Where the hell is he?" Gareth asked.

Eddie hips ground into yours, a chuckle threatening to fall from his lips. You let out a soft mmm behind his palm, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of their sockets as he wriggled inside you.

"Guys, his jacket's gone. He's probably just already left for the restaurant," Grant said, sounding the most level-headed of the three.

Eddie slammed down hard, his balls slapping against your ass, your eyes widening and your teeth grinding together. He thrusted again, hitting your G-spot, and it took all the willpower you had to not scream with pleasure.

After a moment, you heard the door close again and you waited a good thirty seconds before removing his hand from your mouth. "I hate you."

"Yeah, but you love my dick, don't you?"

He thrusted again, and he knew you were close by the way you gasped when his balls hit your ass again.

One of his hands flew to your mound, rubbing quick circles at your clit. "Come on, you know you need to."

"N-Never," you told him. "G-Gonna make you c-cum first."

"When did this become a competition, baby doll?" He quirked a brow, rubbing your clit harder.

"The second you walked in here and said you wanted to hear all the noises I could make for you."

Your veins burned with every movement, your eyes screwing tightly shut as his other hand played with your nipple. "Come on, pretty baby," he whispered. "Need to see those beautiful eyes."

You forced your eyes open as the coil in your stomach started to snap. Your pussy clenched around him, causing his dick to twitch.

"Fuck, princess," he moaned, slamming into you, "I might cum first if you keep that up."

"That's the plan," you smirked, pulling his hand away from your mound and up to your mouth, sliding his index finger through your lips. You tasted sweet on your tongue, but not nearly as sweet as you imagined he would taste.

"Uh-uh," he tutted in disapproval, removing his opposite hand from your boob and down to your clit to replace the other one.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the recording booth, and you were the snap of a finger away from your orgasm. You clenched around his length again, making him groan gutturally.

"Fuck- OK, do I need to pull out?" he asked.

Your eyes widened, both from the twitch of his dick and his question. "And have my boss asking why there's a mysterious stain on the floor? I'd rather take my chances."

"Are you-"

"I'm on the pill, scout's honor."

One last roll of your hips and you both came undone. Ropes of thick cum shot through you as your walls spasmed around him, your chest heaving and dripping sweat as you chased your high.

The air was a mixture of Eddie's "fuckfuckfuck!" and your "hhnnnngggh, Eddie!" as you both came down from your highs. He slowly pulled out of you, and whimper after whimper escaped your lips. You both lay there, limp, side-by-side, the air becoming thick with heavy breaths.

After a minute or two, Eddie reached for his flannel, cleaning you up with soft circles on your core so as to not overstimulate you. When you started to wince, he cooed, "I'm sorry, doll. Gotta make sure you get all cleaned up though."

You reached down, swiping up a stray drop of his cum that had landed on your stomach. You licked it off your thumb, savoring the tiniest taste of his essence.

"Shit, you trying to make me hard all over again?" he chuckled, pulling your pants back up to your hips.

"Needed to at least see what you taste like. Since you won't let me suck you off," you pouted, eyelashes batting just like he'd talked about earlier.

"In due time, princess," he smiled, pulling his jacket on. "But I wanna taste you first."

"No fair! Why do you get to go first?" you asked, pulling your shirt back on.

He helped you up out of the floor before pulling you in for a soft, distracting kiss. His hands rested lightly on your butt, giving it a small squeeze, earning him a soft squeak from you. When he pulled away, a grin appeared on his lips, a cheeky grin. "Because I made you cum first. It's only fair I get to taste you first too. Think of it as my reward."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, slapping a hand across his chest. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Munson. But the way I saw it, it was definitely the other way around."

"Oh, you little-"

Suddenly, the door burst open again. Gareth and Jeff stood with expressions of aggravation wiped across their faces. "Where the hell have you been, Eddie?" Gareth asked, his hands tight on his waist.

Eddie grabbed your laptop bag before turning to face only you, giving you a wink. He turned back to the boys, a mischievous tone settling on his tongue. "I was just helping her move."

You swallowed hard, thinking of a cover up. Sure, that may have not sounded like an innuendo to anyone else, but it did to you. You racked your brain, searched and searched and-

"She's moving offices so I offered to help her carry some things upstairs," he said, his tone calm and even.

"Well, we've been waiting for you for like fifteen minutes. We're starving."

"You two are so stupid. You could've just grabbed something to eat without me."

With an eye roll (and some under-their-breath mutters), the two walked out of the studio for a final time, leaving you alone with Eddie once again.

"You know, doll," he said with a wink, "I'd be happy to help you move again any time you need it."

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TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 3 ;

50 starters. CW: alcohol, cussing, sexual themes. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2]

"Guess who’s terrible at processing emotions? This guy!”

“If I have to gain any more character development in 2022, I think it will be the start of my villain origin story.”

“Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry?”

“What happened to us? We used to be best friends.”

“I’m so tired of shonen. Please release yourself from the shackles of shonen anime.”

“Honestly? We’re about to get colonized by aliens, so what can we do? Count your days. Count your fucking days, human beings, ‘cause as soon as the aliens drop, I’m gonna be an alien’s whore. I have no loyalty to the human race.”

“I wish that I never met you. Everything else is horrible by comparison.”

“I know my girlfriend is a witch.”

“It’s gross stuff, but it tastes good when you put it all together.”

“Is it me? Am I the drama?”

“Dear God, why is it so thick?”

“ ‘Spuddle’ is a seventeenth century word that means to feel extremely busy while achieving absolutely nothing.”

“This relationship isn’t healthy... I think we need to go on a steady diet.”

“Like, I’ve never wanted to be thrown across a room before, but... I feel things right now that I’ve never felt before.”

“Beans on toast does not look attractive. You know what? Let’s look up some beans on toast.”

“I have alcohol. I don’t have feelings.”

“Y’all wanna be edgy so bad.”

“All my life, I had to fight with no ass.”

“The Lord knows our hearts, okay? If the Lord didn’t want me to play, he shouldn’t have made me foolish. The Lord knew what they were doing when they made me. Shit! How the Lord gonna make me a fool and then don’t want me to play around? Like, make it make sense. It don’t.”

“This is great. Just the three of us. You, me, and this brick wall you built.”

“Are you falling in love? I have a feeling you are.”

“I know something you don’t. I know something you will never know.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve talked, but I missed you, you idiot.”

“The eyeliner might be poppin’, but the mental health be droppin’.”

“Anything that happens to you past midnight is between you and your god.”

“You know it’s not the same as it was.”

“Do you think you’re better off alone?”

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places.”

“Dream when you’re feelin’ blue.”

“I don’t make my Sims woohoo. They be fuckin’.”

“I was gonna say something, but I said I was gonna be nice today.”

“Why don’t we go somewhere only we know?”

“When I was thirteen, me and my best friend had imaginary anime boyfriends.”

“I miss how Halloween used to be.”

“He’s my best friend, he’s my pal, he’s my homeboy, my rotten soldier. He’s my sweet cheese. My good time boy.”

“_____, wake up! I don’t like this!”

“If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to fuckin’ kill me!”

“Okay, but that’s not the point.”

“Open up the door. I only wanna play a little more.”

“Don’t you ever be wasting your good energy.”

“What’s it like being ugly and sad?”

“And nothing can go wrong... OH, NOO! IT ALL WENT WRONG!”

“My money don’t jingle, jingle. It folds.”

“Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna think anymore.”

“Is your middle name cheddar cheese? ‘Cause you’re looking extra sharp today.”

“The CDC just called and they told me your smile is super contagious.”

“That’s suspicious... That’s weird.”

“I do not have time for this! I don’t have time for you!”

“Who the hell’s still an Elvis stan in the year of 2022? Go to therapy. Get help.”

“That’s so cute! Are you shitting me? Capitalism really popped off today.”

#ask meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #rp meme #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #tik tok #* mine

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airi-p4 · 1 year

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Treasure chest of memories (Guardian Luka AU) - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 __________________________________

Well... Remember this? (Super old Wip ask I got from @19thsentry-blog ) ^^;

It’s one of my Guardian Luka AU fics that I had planned since ages ago...

Good news it that I’m posting Chapter 1 and 2 (open ending unless I figure out how the story continues). Bad news is that I don’t plan to turn into a comic anymore.

I hope it makes sense... Enjoy?

Summary:

Guardian Luka AU

Luka recalls why he left Paris when he became the Guardian of the Miraculous and Marinette lost her memories. Now, eight years later, he receives a wedding invitation from his sister Juleka and he can't ignore it.

But she's going to be there... Right?

Warning: ANGST

AO3

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Chapter 1

Luka didn't regret becoming the guardian of the Miraculous. Marinette had verbally begged him not to take that weight and responsibility, but her heart song was desperately asking for help- for someone to lift that burden from her shoulders. To finally rest.

And Luka couldn't ignore that calling.

He loved her. He knew he always would. And seeing how healthier she looked after the Miraculous box was passed to him (and forgetting about everything), Luka was convinced he did the right thing.

But he couldn't stay nearby, he decided. With her memories of him (and everyone else) gone, no more walls were going to be there for her and Adrien to be together. His role was over. If Marinette was happy, so would he. He had to move on with his new life.

So he left Paris.

No previous warning. No goodbyes. No hints about his whereabouts.

Apparently.

Because in truth, he had secretly set his destination after the celestial guardian appeared in front of him: The Temple of the Miraculous. Su-Han had disliked and disapproved of him at first, but after a few years of training under his teachings, Luka had finally been acknowledged and trusted as an official Guardian of the Miraculous.

He got rid of his old worn-out clothes when he moved to China and, from then on, he wore Chinese-styled clothes instead: the honorary Guardian's Uniform- courtesy of his master.

Tight to his body, a red Chinese-style short tunic with black and golden details, along with a pair of linen pants that left his ankles exposed, his flat shoes following the same black color of his pants and some of the patterns as his tunic.

His attire wasn't his only change of looks. His once long hair was now short. His blue dye was gone and only his original black color remained on his hair- the same black that used to cover his now unpolished nails.

All traces of his past self seemed to be gone and he looked like a new person.

But no, he was the same. A pretender. Because his memories, unlike the one from the previous guardian, remained intact- always in his mind. And even if he didn't regret his choice, there were times he wished he could contact his past: his family, his friends… Marinette. She was the reason he decided to throw his previous life away and choose the one of jewels and Magic Gods instead.

All for her happiness. For all her nightmares to be gone for good.

Despite Su-Han's strict rules, he had never been able to throw away her guitar pick gift either, and had secretly hid it inside the Miraculous box with the kwamis' help.

As a certified Guardian, Luka had taken both Sass and Tikki as his companions, the rest of the kwamis secured in the pirate treasure chest shaped Miraculous box he was in charge of. He liked to let them out from time to time, and they were happy to help him craft musical instruments with him. When it came to the Miraculous, he was more cautious than his predecessor had been- secrets are secrets for a reason, and failing that rule had almost cost Ladybug her life during the final battle against Shadow Moth. (Well, it did, but thankfully Viperion was there to fix it- and to finally see and understand the truth Marinette had been hiding from him).

'Made for each other'

These words resonated in his head. All signs were there to convince him there would never be a place for Luka in his ex-girlfriend's heart. He had never stood a chance, right? She would be happy with her 'soulmate'. He had always been her second choice, anyway, memories or not.

But then… Why was he hesitating? 8 years had passed and now a wedding invitation from his sister reached him, taking away all his determination to never return to Paris.

How could he miss an event this important? His mother and sister would chase him and toss him from the Liberty into the Seine if he skipped it. But there… she was most likely going to be there too.

The song in his head. The girl with no memories. The girl from his dreams and his nightmares.

The love he could never forget…

Love- that strictly forbidden feeling for Guardians...

With Kalkki's help, he teleported himself to Paris that morning, a few hours prior to the Wedding. He was going to briefly greet his family, watch the vows from afar and leave- that was the plan. It was going to be a few hours and disappear as soon as he could. Avoid Marinette, avoid everyone else. A lighting speed visit.

But plans can fail, right? Especially when a certain red kwami couldn't stay still and flew away amid the Wedding after party. Luka knew she missed her previous wielder… but he had warned her! And Tikki was supposed to be serious about responsibilities! She was supposed to have learned something from her past mistakes! And Sass, as the leader of the magical box, wasn't supposed to encourage her to spy on their previous master. But she didn't seem to reason, Luka realized when he couldn't find the red kwami in his bag.

"Tikki?" He called, searching secretly, Sass doing also the same.

"I found her." the snake kwami said, and signaled behind him.

Luka let a relieved deep sigh "Thank God, Tikk-" and turned to spot the immobile red kwami embraced by thin fingers.

Now it was his turn to freeze.

Because Marinette was standing there.

More beautiful than ever.

And with Tikki on the palm of her hand.

His breathing stopped.

"Is this yours?" Her now more mature voice asked, looking up at him while he lowered his face.

The guardian nodded and straightened his hand so she could give the kwami back. He didn't dare to speak, probably couldn't, even if he tried.

"Red…" she whispered.

Luka kept his gaze away, avoiding her eyes. But unexpectedly, after she placed Tikki on Luka's hand, she didn't seem convinced to let her go. "I know this red… My missing Red… from my lost memories..." she said, rubbing her finger over Tikki's black dot on her head. "Tikki…" she mumbled.

And the word was enough to alert Luka. His heart skipped a beat.

"But I still need my…" she continued, after an acknowledging sigh. And it was then when Luka focused his terrified gaze on her sad eyes, before they lightened the next second, the moment they met with his.

"Blue," she gasped. "My missing blue"

Luka gasped, forgetting how to breathe, mouth half opened, until his steadiness broke as soon as a familiar word left her lips.

"Lu...ka…?"

His fears unfurled in his heart.

This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't even possible.

How…?

“Finally… I found it...” a tear escaped the corner of her eyes. “The treasure chest of my dreams. The one that holds my happiness...”

And there he was- immobile, as if made of stone, in front of the girl he could never stop dreaming about. The chapter of love he never closed, opened widely once again. The badly stitched band-aid ripped in a moment. A loud heartbeat, more alive than ever …

And the most beautiful song in the world back in his head. His strength and his weakness.

His melody.

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