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[the-fiction-witch]

Little Bump

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Velaryon (Pregnant Wife) Rating - Sweet AF Word Count - 2288

Jace stood over the painted table in the great hall of Dragonstone he was going over his high valerian his mother had been assisting but she had been called away for other business leaving him alone at the large painted table featuring the map of Westeros. The sound of tender steps breaks him from his concentration and when he looks up he sees a beautiful sight that fills him with joy

About halfway down the steps to the hall, walks Lady Y/n, his wife. She wears a gown of blue velvet with black and silver details the colours of his house name Verlaryon. Her hair pushed back with a blue ribbon across the top of her head like a hairband, she's barefoot as she waddles slowly her hands on her baby bump "I'm not... Interrupting, am I?" She gasps in the middle as she gets her breath from the stairs

Jacaerys quickly hurries to her. “Y/n, my love!” He kisses her gently on the forehead, then moves a loose strand of his wife's hair out of her face. “How has your day been, beloved?” He brushes her soft curls back from her cheek.

"it's been slow, getting to the kitchens takes me half an hour these days" she chuckled as he helped her to the fireplace

“I can imagine. You are carrying our child, after all.” He places a hand protectively on the small swell of her abdomen. “Are you feeling well?”

"he's kicking away again. Always kicking."

“Ah, our son.” Jacaerys smiles at the thought of the new life growing in her womb. “I cannot wait to hold him in my arms.”

"I'm sure you can't, I cannot wait to see my feet again" she joked

Jacaerys laughs and sits down beside his wife. “I wish I could relieve your burden of pregnancy, however. For your sake more than my own.”

"I know you do" she smiled stroking his cheek "Remind me, to avoid your mother from now on"

Jacaerys chuckles and sighs. “My mother cares very much for you, but she can be... difficult.”

"she simply wishes to tell me stories, and her tales bring me little comfort. Of the pain. Of the stress. Of the loss. The injuries. I think she thinks she's helping... Honestly, she's just scaring me."

Jacaerys nods sadly. “I know she means to reassure but…” He places a protective hand upon his wife's belly. “My Mother's words may be dark but they contain a kernel of truth. The birth... will likely be painful. It is a fact we must both accept.”

"yes however this is our first child, she could at least attempt to offer kind words of sympathy"

Jacaerys sighs, looking at her with concern. “Perhaps... but my mother doesn't quite understand. It is not her fault, love. She has experienced so much pain and loss in her own life that I do not truly think she knows how to offer comfort.”

"I guess not. I suppose it doesn't help... There are so few good birth stories in this family of yours"

Jacaerys nods silently. “You're quite right about that. It's almost as though the Gods themselves have cursed the women of my family…”

"well I pray to them daily. So we can hope they shall spare us from this curse"

Jacaerys smiles and kisses her on the cheek. “If anyone deserves to be spared, my love, it is you.”

"ummm I have been praying to all of them, the old gods, the new, the seven, the drowned, just to hedge my bets"

“My sweet wife…” He sighs happily and strokes her stomach softly, his free hand finding hers. “Perhaps you are right in doing so... We shall know soon enough, my love. Whatever the Gods' judgement may be.”

she nodded "Maester says Only a few more weeks at the most."

Jacaerys smiles as he feels his son kick through her stomach. He grows every day, “I'm sure. Can you feel how strong he is?” He squeezes her hand fondly.

"he's very strong, I think he shall like to ride and run when he has grown, a proper little knight"

Jacaerys nods, proudly. “My little prince. I cannot wait to see his first steps, hear his first words, ride his first horse... There is much to look forward to.” He smiles, feeling the kicks in her stomach and squeezing her hand again. He leans in to kiss her on the cheek.

"Have you thought of any ideas for names?"

Jacaerys considers for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not truly. I have a few ideas, but I want him to be strong and proud of his name. Perhaps a Targaryen name... A small smile creeps onto his face....Or perhaps a Valyrian one. What do you think, my love?”

"not Aegon. Already far too many aegons in this family to keep track"

Jacaerys laughs and nods. “Fair point, fair point.” He smiles at her, a little nervously. “What do you think of Aemond?”

"Isn't that the same as your... Uncle... Cousin... Alicent’s son" she says trying to explain the Damn family tree,

“Ah, yes.” Jacaerys laughs. “I suppose that name cannot work.” He squeezes her hand again, and thinks for a second. “What of... Daemon? A strong name, no?”

"the name of your stepfather?"

Jacaerys looks a little sheepish as Y/n brings that up. “I had... forgotten of that.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his head. “It's true, there are too many names to remember in this family. Perhaps... what of perhaps Corlys, after my grandfather?”

"hummm corlys I like. I don't dislike Daemon but... I feel it would inflate the ego of your stepfather to a whole uncontrollable level"

Jacaerys laughs and nods. “Good point.” He squeezes her hand once more, and leans in to kiss her on the cheeks. “No doubt of this, my sweetest Y/n: however our son is named, whatever his personality may turn out to be like... you shall always be the apple of my eye.” More small kicks erupt from her stomach, and Jace giggles as he feels them.

"... Ohh I had an idea,"

Jacaerys smiles widely and leans forward even more, ready to hear his love's thoughts on the matter. “What do you have in mind, my dear?”

"What about Cregan? You and him have been such good friends since you met all those years ago"

Jacaerys is taken aback by the idea but warms to it the longer he considers it. “Cregan... That is... not a bad idea, my love. A fine name, certainly... I suppose it would depend a little on the nature of our son, but I do like the notion.” He smiles, considering it as he feels another kick in her stomach and squeezes her hand.

"I rather like it, or we could always make him after your little brother" she said tenderly bringing up the topic as she knew the topic of Luke was difficult for Jace

Jacaerys smiles at her, taking in her idea with his eyes sparkling. “After my sweet brother Luke, you mean?” He nods as he realizes what a sweet idea this is. “I like this even better, my love. Luke was a fine boy, with so much potential. I would be honoured to have our son hold his name, with all the honuor and prestige that title carries.”

"It's settled then. Lucaerys Verlaryon shall be his name. If if course he is a he"

Jacaerys smiles widely, wrapping his arms around his wife's stomach as he feels another kick in her womb. “A fine name, my love. He laughs a little. I suppose we would need to think of another name for our daughter, then.” He squeezes her hands and rests his head upon her shoulder. “But that is a problem for another day. We shall first see the fruit of our love born, before we plan for another.”

"umm.. I rather have visions of me being pregnant again before even Lucaerys is walking"

Jacaerys smiles and chuckles silently. “My love, I suppose I should not complain about your enthusiasm for producing heirs…” He runs his hands over her stomach, then places his hands on her hips. “How soon after little Lucaerys are you thinking?”

"I don't know see how birth treats me first"

Jacaerys nods, rubbing his nose a little sheepishly as he realizes the stupidity of his previous question. “You are quite right, love. I cannot help but get ahead of myself. Our son's birth is far more a priority than his potential sibling.” He smiles and presses his cheek to her hip, squeezing her hand once more. “And yet, it is rather exciting, too. I'm quite interested to see you with child again.”

"humm I have a feeling I need to get very used to being pregnant. I think someone likes me pregnant " she smirked stroking jace’s hair

Jacaerys blushes at her words, looking up at her and laughing. “yes, I must admit, I... really, really like you pregnant.”

she chuckled "well I best not disappoint my husband. Perhaps we shall have ourselves a branch of the family tree with many leaves have ten children"

Jacaerys laughs again, a wide smile forming on his lips as he places his forehead upon hers, gently kissing her on the cheek. “Oh, my sweet, sweet, sweet love. Ten children?” He raises an eyebrow as he chuckles again. “If you and the Seven are up for that challenge, my love, I certainly am…” He squeezes her hand even tighter.

"I'm sure you are" she giggled giving him a kiss

Jacaerys smiles and runs a hand through her hair, kissing her on the forehead and the nose before looking into her eyes. “But for now, my love, let us focus on raising our first child together. Let us revel in his presence before we concern ourselves with his potential siblings.”

"your right, speaking of Him. Have you gone out with Daemon yet? To find an egg for sweet lucaerys cradle?"

Jacaerys shakes his head. “No, not yet. I have... hesitated to leave you for any period of time, with your pregnancy. If he had to tell the truth, he had been rather terrified at the thought of leaving his pregnant wife alone, for any period of time at all.”

"you will only be gone for the afternoon. I'll be alright. I'm sure your mother and grandmother shall keep me company with scary birth stories while you and daemon go. You know you won't want to go looking for one once baby comes and you don't want Daemon to choose for us"

Jacaerys nods and smiles sadly. “Yes, I know it is a task I must complete. It is a father's role to look for his son's egg, I know.” Jace laughs quietly and looks away. “But I cannot help but have a certain level of anxiety about all this. I have never been away from you for so long since our wedding.”

"I'm sure some man bonding time shall be lovely, talk about... Dragons, dicks and swords. I don't know what men talk about. It'll be good for you. Ask him questions he's a father to five after all"

Jacaerys smiles, and nods at her words. “You're quite right, my love. You know, sometimes I forget that Daemon is a father too.” Jace laughs nervously. “I should pick his brains, you're right, to better prepare me for parenthood.”

"umm maybe he knows some secrets words husbands can say to their wives to help the labour pains"

Jacaerys laughs heartily at her ideas. “I shall ask him to do just that.” He shakes his head and squeezes her hands fondly. “You know, my love, I have been lucky to have such a woman as you by my side. Most men... have a more hostile relationship with their wives…”

"umm most hate their wives we are very lucky" she gives him a kiss "or perhaps the hatred will come after the children?"

Jacaerys laughs, wrapping his hands around her waist. “I have no intention of hating you, ever, my love. You brought up a good point, though. Perhaps there will be more... challenges after our son is born. But I hope, with all my heart, that there will never be true hatred between us. I could not bear that.”

"I know there wouldn't ever be" she cooed cuddling him before she stopped and grabbed his hand moving it to her bump as a strong movement came through "awe he's dancing for his daddy"

Jacaerys smiles when he feels the movement of their son, his face lighting up as he places a gentle hand upon her stomach, his palm flat against the bump with the fingers splayed out across the flesh. “Oh... I swear, I can feel his whole body moving from here…” His words are interrupted as he feels another kick in Y/n’s stomach. He giggles and leans forward again, pressing his face against the bump. He lets out a small squeak of happiness, feeling the child move once more. “Oh, I am looking forward to holding you, my son.”

"Im sure it shall be a very magic moment indeed"

Jacaerys cannot help but smile as he feels yet another kick from within his wife's womb. His son is extremely active today. He wraps his hands around her belly and presses his cheek up against her stomach once more. “You know, you're right. I think he likes his father... His movements feel quite vigorous now, as if he is happy I am here.”

"he's happy to see you, of course he's happy to see daddy." She giggled "say hello to daddy little Lucaerys" she cooed and just as she said that the baby kicked hard

Jacaerys laughs and gasps at the strength of the baby's kick within her womb. He smiles, stroking her stomach. “Hello, my sweet Lucaerys. Can't wait to meet you face to face…” Another strong kick emerges from her womb and Jace giggles again, squeezing her hand. He leans forward, and places his forehead against her stomach once more. “I can’t wait to be a dad.”

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[thefloatingstone]

Puff please tell me about Grunt I just saw a Tumblr post you reblogged that vaguely went into detail and I read a small bit of his wiki page but I want to hear it in your own words because it's like 10x more interesting with that filter. Fill my dash with grunt lore

GRUNT IS SHEPARD'S VERY LARGE SON

I don't know whether the designers originally created him with this thought in mind or not but it's really funny because by the time the DLC came out for ME2 you can see the games just fully embracing what was originally just a joke in the Mass Effect fandom.

I used to not be fully into it as a concept but as I'm busy replaying ME3 and having just played ME2 again... nah people were right. He's our son.

He was created in a lab to be an "ultimate krogan warrior" or whatever, but when Shepard cracked how out of his tube, he had did not have that "burning desire of revenge in the name of his species" the scientist who made him was obsessed by. Physically he was perfect, but psychologically, he just didn't understand why he should care about being a krogan. in ME2 when he's introduced, his story arc is helping him connect with what it means to be a krogan, and to help him find purpose as an individual. You essentially help raise this adolescent fully formed person out of apathy and teach him how to care about things, concepts and people, almost completely through actions and not so much through words.

As ME2 goes on, it becomes clear Grunt very much wants Shepard's approval about things, which is funny because at first he comes across as a cold, uncaring fully formed adult, but as you help him learn how to connect with being a member of his species, he'll sometimes want to talk to Shepard JUST to be like "Hey Shepard!! I thought about something to do with being Krogan I thought you'd approve of! listen to this!!"

In the DLC for ME2, you can read up on his internet search history as well as his online purchase history and I just.... think a lot of it explains SO MUCH about him as a character. So I'm just copy and pasting those here

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By the time ME3 comes around, most of the rest of the squad is referring to Grunt in terms poking fun at the fact that Shepard is his mom. I think it's Joker who at one point comments "Our baby boy's all grown up" or something to that effect. I can't remember the exact dialogue. I think at one point Garrus also jokes about how "they grow up so fast" or something along those lines.

He also loves spicy ramen.

Grunt is a good boy.

#Mass Effect #Urdnot Grunt #I'm not saying much about ME3 to avoid spoilers for now

[blindmagdalena]

Christmas Traditions

1k gen fic featuring our favorite dysfunctional father & son. some themes of grief and slight codependency. inspired by the exchange in the comments of this ask.

Homelander tells Ryan that Santa's not real. It goes poorly.

“Hey, dad!” Ryan calls from the living room.

“Yeah, bud?” Homelander calls back, meticulously unraveling a nightmarish tangle of Christmas lights. If he’d had things his way, the decorating would have been done for them when the two of them returned to the penthouse.

Instead, Ryan had been insistent that they decorate together.

It’s tradition, he said. Homelander didn’t have the heart to refute him.

“You don’t have a chimney,” the boy declares from the doorway, standing with a stocking clutched in both hands. “I don’t have anywhere to hang my stocking.”

“Oh, uhhhh…” Homelander looks over his shoulder, eying the stocking warily. One of Ryan’s holdovers from his former home. Former prison, more like. “Go ahead and hang it on Atlas. What’s one stocking against the weight of the world?”

Ryan doesn’t seem to appreciate the joke. His expression is still pinched in concern.

Homelander frowns, setting the lights down. “What’s wrong, bud?”

“How’s Santa going to get in if you don’t have a chimney?” He asks very seriously, lightly twisting the stocking between his hands.

“Oh,” Homelander barks softly, breaking into a smile as he looks back to his task. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the whole Santa thing?” When he looks back to his son, it still isn’t clicking. His brows furrow. “He’s not real, Ryan.”

Ryan grimaces like he’s been struck at, lifting his stocking to chest height like some sort of festive barrier. “Yes he is. Mom said so.”

Homelander blows a raspberry. Great, it’s going to be one of those conversations. “Yeah, well, your mom said a lot of things that weren’t true, didn’t she?” He stands from the table and makes his way over to the boy now scowling at him with hurt and confusion. “But hey, look at it this way: you don’t need Santa anymore. You’ve got me!” He says, arms splayed in invitation. “I don’t even need reindeer to fly! And neither do you, for that matter.”

Ryan doesn’t move. He’s still clutching that stocking to his chest. It looks handmade, the large R initial sloppily sewn in place. As much as he’d like to sneer at it, there’s a nagging jealousy in the back of his mind because the imperfections are how he knows it was made with love.

“Hey,” Homelander coaxes again, reaching out to give his shoulders a little squeeze. “C’mon, pal. Am I wrong?”

Still, Ryan doesn’t move. He doesn’t meet his father’s eye. Homelander can feel the mounting upset in the slight tremble of his shoulders, though.

“C’mon, little man,” he says, giving the gentlest shake. “Talk to me.”

“I killed Santa,” Ryan croaks out. 

Homelander recoils in equal parts surprise and confusion. “What?”

“It’s my fault,” he says, clutching the stocking tightly to his chest, choking on each word as tears spill down his cheeks. “It’s my fault mom’s gone, and now Santa’s gone too. They’re gone and I killed them.”

Shit, shit, fuck, damn it, shit. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back it up, kiddo,” he says, dropping into a kneel. “We’ve been over this, okay? What happened wasn’t–”

“It doesn’t matter!” Ryan interrupts mournfully. “It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if it isn’t, she’s still gone. And Santa’s not real because she’s gone.”

Homelander stares for a long moment, utterly at a loss. “I… I’m sorry.”

The dam breaks and Ryan sobs as he throws his arms around Homelander’s neck, muffling the wet noise of it into the collar of his suit. The sound of it is horrible not just for the sensory of it, but how each ragged breath tolls like a bell of failure. Father’s aren’t supposed to make their sons cry. They’re supposed to protect them. They’re supposed to make everything better.

Homelander lifts Ryan as though he’s much smaller than he is, cradling the crying boy to his chest and rubbing his back in soothing sweeps. “I’m sorry, bud,” he says, whispering it again and again and again. “I’m sorry.”

I’m still getting the hang of this, he nearly says, but he swallows it back. He wants Ryan to think of him the way a father should be seen. As if he knows what the fuck he’s doing. He continues to rub his back, comforting him through a loss that is both alien and painfully familiar to Homelander.

He never had a mother to lose, not really, but isn’t that a loss in and of itself? The pain of grief is a bitterness shared across all types of love. Even for the love you never had the chance to know. Even for the love that was a perversion of what could have been.

His own eyes burn with their shared grief. His son weeps in his arms like a very small child would, and Homelander hears the familiar sobs of his own childhood echoed in those same cries.

“It’s okay,” he says, clearing his throat, the catch of his voice humiliating to his own ears. “It’s okay, son. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here… I’m here.”

Maybe it’s a poor consolation–Ryan will always miss his mother–but it has to account for something, doesn’t it? He already has so much more than Homelander ever did. He understands Ryan better than anyone ever will, and vice-versa. Together, they can weather this storm.

Eventually, Ryan quiets. He could have cried for several more hours if he wanted. His fathers arms will never tire of his weight. He’s stronger than that, though; of course he is. They both are, Homelander tells himself.

“Can we still put out milk and cookies?” Ryan asks after a time, voice still half-muffled against Homelander’s suit.

“Yeah, bud,” he agrees readily, giving his boy a squeeze. He would agree to anything in the world right now. Arson, murder, robbery, a thirty-stack of pancakes, whatever the kid wanted. Homelander’s nerves feel as structurally sound as jell-o in the wake of his son’s tears. “We sure can.”

As Ryan would say, it’s tradition.

#i know christmas is over but i was too depressed to write so you get it late!!!! #anyways i'm sad about ryan and i love him #ryan butcher #homelander #homelander fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #my writing

[ladylooch]

I’m not Woody anon, but I already have a request to make 😂

How about a size kink with Miles? This man is super well built and huge 👀 the idea of being dominated by him seems so fun

Size Matters with Miles Wood

A/N: My Miles Wood babes.. this is for you. I’m so sad he is no longer on the Devils. I am actually very in love with this fic. Like my faces writing this was this: 😊 & 🥵 & 🥰

This man. And the way he throws punches… leaves many thoughts for imagination in a sexual situation. And I’m here to provide some of them. You can’t tell me that the way he chirps on the ice does not lead to dirty talk in the bedroom. I’m gonna stop talking now and just let you read my filth.

Also if Miles Wood said good girl to me that would be the end of my existence. Fuck.

Work Count: 1.8k

It’s another post-game on edge, awaiting for Miles to come out of the locker room. Tonight, I’m standing with his parents, Randy and Cheryl. Randy is joking around with Jim Hughes about Miles latest tumble with Brady Tkachuck. Everyone thought it was a great, heavy weight fight. I spent the entire time curled up in my seat, hands over my face, shoving my upper body into my thighs in terror. 

I hate when he fights.

But damn is he good at it.

He comes strolling out of the locker room unaffected, one hand holding a bottle of water and the other stuffed into his pants pocket. He greets his mom and dad first, then comes to wrap his arms around me. When I feel his large body against mine, I finally relax. I turn my forehead into his neck. He leans his head into mine in acknowledgment. He knows how awful I feel when he fights.

“You okay?” He whispers. I nod in return, stepping back so he can converse with his parents again. He keeps his big hand around my opposite hip, cuddling me into his side.

We previously agreed to go out for a late night happy hour after the game with his parents close to their hotel. I am antsy the whole time, needing to feel Miles’ hands on me the entire time. His parents are lost in a conversation between themselves for a moment. Miles turns to me, tilting his corners up into a muted smile. I lean forward, pressing our lips together. 

“I love you.” I murmur. “I’m thankful for another day of you getting off the ice healthy.”

“You worry too much.”

“You do this to me. You could not fight.”

“I could, but then who would I be? Not me.” I frown because it’s true. It’s been a part of his chaotic, electric game since he was a teenager. His dad tells stories about his fights from Boston College like he’s toned it down a bit since then, which is hard for me to believe. 

“Can’t have that.” I murmur, running my hands through his curls. I hold his neck in my hand for a moment. 

“So what do you two have planned for the rest of the night?” Cheryl asks.

“Sleep.” Miles chuckles, looking at his watch to see it’s already after 11pm.

“You’re getting soft in your old age.” Randy pokes at his son.

“No, I finally have something worth staying home for.” He kisses my hand, keeping it laced on his strong thigh for the remainder of the night.

When we get back to our apartment, it’s after midnight. Luckily the Devils don’t have practice tomorrow. Miles walks in behind me, tossing his keys the five feet to the kitchen counter and pushing me forward to our bedroom. 

“Babe.” I chuckle, bucking my butt back into his stiff lap.

“My parents took forever to say goodbye.” He groans, reaching down for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. My hair cascades back down my back and shoulders, teasing my skin. He unclasps my bra, salivating as my breasts spring free into the air. His hands come up, rolling my nipple against his ruff palms, calloused from fighting. “Just wanted to feel you like this. They like you too much.”

“Yeah because they don’t know what I do to you when they’re not around.” I turn, nipping at his lips, gripping his tie to hold his mouth to mine.

I lap my tongue against him, then slide my fingers down the silk until I reach his belt. He gathers my hair in his strong hand, lips moist from his tongue. His toothless grins shines down at me as I use his cock as lipstick. His thumb comes to my lips, pressing my bottom jaw down so my mouth opens. My tongue comes out, licking along the ridge of his head. I use it as a guide, running it along the bottom of his cock until he fills my mouth. Miles watches, eyes volatile with waves of desire.

“Good girl.” He groans. My eyes close at the praise, inner walls collapsing around nothing.

I take him deeper, sucking my cheeks in around his large girth. He’s long and wide. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, but it always leaves a few moments of pause before we can really go. My mouth adjusts to him in a few more suckles. Miles, usually one to buck into my mouth, leaves the tempo completely to me. My hand settles at the base, giving him a tug up into my mouth. He moans, breathing increasing, hands clasping my hair tighter. I stroke him a few more times just like that, reveling in the sexy noises that fall from his mouth. He works on the buttons of his shirt along with this tie, letting them fall around us. I move off his dick, going down to suck one of his balls into my mouth, then the other.

“Up, baby.” He groans, pulling me off of him by the grip on my hair. A string of saliva follows me back. Miles bites his lip, eyebrows pulling low over his eyes. His fingers work on the closures of my tight jeans, helping me shimmy them down. I step out and he grips my waist, hoisting me up into his chest. “I’m taking you right there.” He says to me before putting his lips on mine.

I moan into his mouth, gripping his brown curls as he slides into my slick entrance. He pauses there, then pushes my hips down and back so I move farther down him.

“Oh.” I whine.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, nail beds white as he grips my ass to prevent going in further. It is so tight. We can both feel how my body resists at first from both the size and the position we are in. He tries to pull me down to him again, this time sliding all the way in. “Baby.” He moans against my mouth. “You’re so wet. Feels so good around my cock.”

“You are absolutely ruining me right now.” I whimper as he begins to move. The first few thrusts of discomfort pass and then it’s all out pleasure. “Holy fuck, babe.” I squirm against his grasp, wanting to help. He walks us over to the living room wall, leaning my back against it so he can rail into me harder. It’s so zealous, just like Miles. I grip onto his wide shoulders for support. He leans forward, bruising my lips with his. His thumbs squeeze into my hip bones, leaving red rashes underneath.

“Great job beautiful. Let’s go deeper.” I nod enthusiastically, then press my hips down into his to meet him thrust for thrust. He holds my weight up like it’s nothing to him, large palms engulfing my ass.

“Fuck, babe. I love your cock.” Miles grits his teeth, thrusting harder into me. 

“Yeah? This the only place you wanna be?”

“God, yes. Please don’t stop. P-please.” My voice begins to quiver as I get closer to coming. 

All thoughts cease and complete feeling takes over. My muscles relax, my head slumps back into the wall and Miles takes me completely. I’m like a doll, limbs bumping up against his back and butt with each thrust. My breathing goes last as tingles begin to spread out from my core. An orgasm unleashes with brisk relief inside of me. “Yes.” I am finally able to whisper into his ear. Miles hears my voice, coated with sexual release and he grunts, coming loudly buried inside of me.

There is no doubt that watching him fight is the worst. But when he fights, he makes it up to me here, just the two of us. He takes that same big, aggressive body and channels it into incredible sex. But what comes after this might actually be as wonderful. 

He pulls away, lips kissing soft presses along my warm skin, allowing my feet to touch the floor again. He works his mouth over all the marks he’s made on me. My throat, my collar bone, my hips. He turns me, lips ghosting along my butt. He then works his mouth up my spine, letting his tongue trail out in spots, eating me up. 

“Do you need a bath or shower?”

“No, I just want you in our bed.”

“Okay. Go. I’ll be there in a second.” He taps my butt lovingly.

I head down the hall, stopping in our bathroom to clean myself up for a moment. I also take out my contacts and scrub the make up off my face. Before I leave the bathroom, I grab the shirt Miles was wearing before he left for the game. It’s comfy and huge, enclosing me in the smell of his cologne and our laundry detergent. In our bedroom, Miles waits for me. He has the TV on, clicking through Netflix for The Great British Baking Show- our latest binge. 

I think of him pounding against Brady earlier tonight, then pounding me after, and what a contrast it is to the softness that is here now. It brings my lips up into a smile. I pad gradually over to the bed where Miles has already pulled the blankets back for me to slide in. He’s dressed himself in boxers again and has a pint of Mint Chip ice cream for us to share.

“Oh babe, they’re making tarts.” He exclaims excitedly. He tosses the remote back onto the nightstand, then settles back into the pillows with the ice cream. “Ready?” He opens his arm for me to snuggle into his chest. I curl into him, knees pressing into his hips as we sit up to eat. Miles scoops out a bite, turning the spoon for me to take. I open my mouth, licking the ice cream off the metal. He watches me, cheeks spreading wide at the way I tease him with my movements. “Fuck, I love you.” He leans forward, kissing my mouth with his plump lips.

“I love you more.”

“Nah.” He immediately disagrees, turning back to the show. I lean forward, taking his firm jaw between my teeth to nibble him. He looks back at me, biting my bottom lip in retaliation.

“Can I keep you forever?”

“Yeah, baby. Don’t look in the back of the closet.” He gives me another spoonful of ice cream, casually. “Something tells me you’ve already seen it though.” I purse my lips together guiltily as I chew. He knows I’m a snoop.

“Just the box. Big box tho.”

“Big ring.”

“Big man.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. He chuckles.

“Lucky you.”

After tonight, yeah, I’d say so.

#Miles Wood blurb #Miles Wood Fan Fiction #Miles Wood Smut #New Jersey Devils #My writing #hockey writing #NHL fan fiction #writing request #Shot in the Dark AU

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Jesus – fuck!” Keith yanks down on the yoke with all his might, making their little pod rear back, missing the gigantic asteroid by mere inches. He watches with wide eyes as the asteroid continues rocketing by, acutely aware that he nearly smashed the pod in everyone in it.

There’s a tense, speechless silence in the pod for a moment, everyone aware of how close they were to becoming Actual Space Debris, before Romelle speaks up.

Because of course it was Romelle.

“Maybe focus on keeping us not dead and daydream about gay reunions later,” she says drily, and Keith bites back a scathing response, because he realises he has absolutely no leg to stand on, there.

“My bad,” he says instead. Romelle rolls her eyes fondly before decking him lightly on the shoulder.

Well, it would be lightly, were she not an Altean. But she is, and Keith has to tense every muscle in his body to keep from crying out in agony like a loser.

“Wait, no, not your bad,” Krolia says.

Romelle blinks at her. “Okay, I get he’s your son and all, but it very much was his bad.”

“No, I got a signal for a second!”

Keith whips around, staring at his mother with wide eyes. “You got signal? Seriously?”

“Yes! I think it was the magnetic flare from the asteroid! Get close to it again, I might be able to hold the signal long enough to broadcast!”

Keith does not waste a moment. He turns the pod around at lightning speed, pushing it as fast as it will go to catch up to the asteroid, carefully avoiding its surrounding debris, which is a lot harder than it looks, and causes a significant amount of turbulence. Which, of course, sets Kosmo off, howling at the windows and scratching at anything he can reach, on top of the deafening grinding sound of surrounding space rocks smashing into each other at high speeds, and the crackling of the comms they are desperately trying to make work.

“Anything?” Keith yells over the chaotic noise of Every Sound At Once.

“Yes! The signal is getting stronger! Once I can get it to connect, it should maintain itself, so keep close just a little longer!”

Keith grits his teeth, wrapping both hands around the yoke and ignoring the voice in his head – that sounds suspiciously like Lance – that makes a dirty joke about the position. He just focuses as hard as he can, trying to keep as close to the asteroid as he can without smashing the ship into it or getting smashed by all the debris travelling at several hundred miles an hour.

“Closer!” Krolia shouts.

Keith resists the urge to tell her that he’s closer to the asteroid right now than he’s ever been to any parental figure in his life, because that would be uncalled for and also rude and he is a Mature Adult, now.

He nudges them the slightest smidge closer, praying to the universe at large that the thrusters don’t give out, and finally Krolia shouts in success.

“I got it! I got Voltron! Pull back!”

With great relief, Keith does, putting as much distance between them and immediate mortal peril as he can. Once the asteroid is far enough away that Keith no longer feels his heart attempting to pound clean through his chest, he slumps over the controls, repeatedly reminding himself that this is, at the very least, better than the goddamn motherfucking bitch-ass space rift.

(Which is, honestly, a very low bar. Contracting E. coli from getting a swirly would be better than the space rift. But still. Small victories, et cetera, et cetera.)

“Um, hi?” comes a voice Keith hasn’t heard in two fucking years, and he almost cries in relief.

Well, not almost. There are tears streaming down his face. But he feels he’s pretty justified, so it’s whatever.

“Pidge!” he calls, ditching the pilot’s seat and fully running over to where Krolia sits, radio holoscreen up and working.

His old teammate gapes at him. “Keith?!”

Keith grins, soft and happy. “Hey, man. I missed you.”

She stares at him in silence, for several minutes. Keith lets her gather herself, even though the silence is getting real awkward real fast.

“Why do you look jacked as hell?” is what Pidge decides on, and God, it’s been so long since he’s heard a dumbass remark that’s definitely a poorly disguised roast, somehow. It feels like home.

“Because I am jacked as hell. I spent two years in Actual Hell –”

Romelle glares at him. “Quit talking shit about my actual place of residence –”

“Your place of residence imprisoned me for two fucking years I will talk all the shit I want –”

“I can beat you up, Kogane, try me –”

“I can handle a beating and still run my mouth, M’lyoy, so I will try you –”

“Children!” Krolia barks, and they both snap their mouths shut so hard there’s an audible click. “We have desperate, time-sensitive information. You have been bickering for three straight days. Can it, or so help me, I will turn this ship around.

“Goddamn, Kogane,” Pidge says after a moment, “someone just got told off. What, did you fuck off and find your mother or something?”

Keith blinks. “Yeah. How’d you know that?”

“How did I know that – I was joking, dude, fuck! Is that actually your mother?”

“I am,” Krolia says. “You must be Pidge. The short one who cusses often.”

Keith freezes. “Ma,” he hisses, “why would you tell her I said that?”

“Three straight days,” she deadpans, completely uncaring.

Pidge glares at him. “I’ll admit I missed you, you bitch, but please know that you are so, so fucking lucky you are not within bayard distance.”

“Noted,” Keith says weakly.

“I can smack him for you, if you like,” Romelle offers, not even attempting to hide a smirk.

“Thank you, strange Altean, whose existence baffles me beyond comprehension,” Pidge says.

Romelle attempts to do as promised, but Keith jerks out of the way at the last second, and then scrambles over to Krolia’s other side to avoid any further assault.

“Coward,” she and Pidge say at the same time.

Man, having little sisters is annoying. Almost as annoying as having an older brother. Keith wishes he was back to being an only child.

(Not really.)

“Can we please get back on task,” Keith says, which is hilarious coming from him, but whatever.

“Right,” Pidge says, face turning serious. “What the hell is going on?”

“First of all, where’s everyone else?”

“Doing other shit,” Pidge says, “I’m on monitoring duty. Coran and Hunk are reworking the control panel for the accelerators, Shiro’s meditating, Allura and Lotor are on their Oriande mission, and Lance is – actually, I have no idea what Lance is doing, but he’s on the castle somewhere. Probably.”

At the mention of Lotor, everyone’s face goes ashen, playful atmosphere completely dissipating.

“Fuck,” Keith says.

Pidge, ever the problem-solver, looks resigned. “It’s Lotor, isn’t it,” she says, and it’s not really a question.

“Yes,” Romelle agrees softly. “He’s a monster. He’s using my people as batteries, to drain our quintessence, to rule worse than his father ever did.”

“And we’ve just led him by the hand to the one place that will make him unstoppable,” Pidge summarizes, looking absolutely miserable.

“Unfortunately.”

“I don’t suppose you have a plan?”

“We don’t…not have a plan,” Keith says. “We’ll have the element of surprise, so long as we get back to the castle before he does, and that’s got to count for something. We’ll send you our coords, and we’ll try to meet as quickly as possible? It might be easier to plan with the whole team present.”

“Sounds good,” Pidge says, immediately pulling up a few dozen screens and schematics. Krolia quickly types something on her keypad, and Keith watches as it pings over to Pidge. “Oh, hey, we’re actually not that far away. Maybe a couple hours, if we gun it towards you? And Allura – God, I hope she’s okay – won’t be back until the end of the day, so that timing works out. I’ll tell Coran we need to get moving and fast.”

“Thank you, Pidge,” Krolia says.

“No problem, Ms. Keith’s Hot Mom.”

Keith sighs. Romelle giggles. Krolia looks amused.

“I forgot how annoying you are,” he mutters. He doesn’t need to look to know Pidge is sticking her tongue out at him, but looks anyway, just to prove himself right.

“Well, I look forward to reminding you, booger-brain.”

Keith opens his mouth with the full intention of calling her a roach-face, but then remembers that he is a Mature Adult, and decides he will instead graffitti it on her workspace as soon as he gets back, like a real man.

“Bye, Pidge,” he says, and reaches forward to swipe through the holoscreen.

“Hey, wait! Don’t hang up yet!”

Keith pauses, looking at her expectantly. “Yeah?”

The playful, teasing expression that came back for a moment when they were arguing has melted from her face, and she looks serious again. Nervous, even. “Um, something… happened, while you were gone,” she starts, and Keith immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion.

“What happened to Lance? Is he okay? Is he hurt?” he asks in a panic.

“He is not dead and also not injured or maimed or anything,” Pidge says, which is very different to ‘why, of course not, Keith, Lance is safe and happy and healthy’.

“Spit it out, Pidge,” he orders in his Patented Black Paladin Voice.

“I can’t really explain it. I’m just gonna – I’m gonna send you a link, and you’re going to watch the whole thing and not tell Lance I sent it to you, okay?”

Keith swallows roughly. “Just tell me what happened, Pidge.”

“Okay, Keith?” she repeats, and Keith knows he’s not going to get anything else out of her.

“Okay. Fine. Send it to me.”

“It’s sent,” she says, just as a notification pops up on the receiver. “Um, you can hang up now. That’s all I had to say.”

Keith doesn’t even say goodbye. The only thing he can focus on is that receiver. In the background, he can vaguely hear Romelle and Krolia ending the call, but all his attention is on the little notification – a link, like Pidge said. He picks the receiver up carefully, and walks carefully over to his bunk in the back.

“I guess I’m driving!” Romelle says cheerily, trying to goad him into a playful argument (her… interesting piloting skills having been the subject of their bickering on numerous occasions) but Keith barely even hears her. He clicks on the link, space youtube quickly taking up the screen.

In hindsight, Keith wishes he’d waited to watch, waited for Krolia and Romelle to fall asleep, or even dug around for a pair of headphones, or something. Anything instead of playing what feels like a private message – even though this is clearly something that was broadcasted to the universe at large – to the pod at large.

Hindsight is 20/20.

Instead, he watches with wide, horrified eyes as he witnesses the direct result his leaving had on his best friend.

I'm sorry but I gotta go

That’s what he said to me, as he let me go, he left me alone

Keith recognises those words. He fucking – those are his words. The thing is – the thing is, that contrary to what he knows everyone else thinks, Keith didn’t leave for the Blades after a few days of private introspection.

He talked to Lance – to his right hand – about the issue for months. They made the decision together. Lance knew every feeling, every need running through Keith’s brain, and consequently, Keith knew every thoughtrunning through Lance’s.

#this is a DRAFT it is a ROUGH COPY #at best i’ll probably be recycling parts of it to fit better into the universe okay #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #klance #romelle #krolia #keith & romelle #pidge #pidge holt #keith & pidge #banter #snarky protag keith #whipped keith #tall keith #keith has adhd #my writing #fic #longpost

[billthedrake]

GOALS (PART ONE)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner ([email protected]).

[SCOTT]

"So what are your goals, Mr. D?"

We were sitting in a side area of a large cinderblock-construction room that was part of a gym the next town over. It was more of a lifter's gym for serious dudes, and a change of pace from the corporate health club I normally went to downtown. And certainly a change from the country club where I golfed on the weekends or on days off.

But when I hit 50 and decided to get a personal trainer, I'd scoured the online listings and read reviews and came across a familiar face: Austin White, a baseball player who'd dated my daughter back in high school. Well, he wasn't playing baseball these days but had graduated from college and was now working back in a nearby suburb as a personal trainer.

"You don't have to call me Mr. D," I reminded him. "You're no longer dating Shannon."

The trainer flashed a pearly white smile. He definitely had Lady Killer written all over him. Strikingly handsome-cute, laidback, and no small amount of easy charm. "Sorry, Scott," he laughed softly. "Old habits..."

I smiled back. "Yeah.... hope you didn't mind me looking you up." It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that I was face to face with Shannon's ex boyfriend, I realized there was something a little awkward about it all.

Austin put me at ease. "Glad you did, Scott," he said. "But you didn't answer my question."

"My goals?" I prompted, recalling what he'd asked me. "Well, I turned 50 last week..."

"50's a number," he said, challenging me some. "Not a goal."

I nodded. "I guess I've let myself go some, to be honest. I'd like to get back in shape... healthier. And I guess there are some personal reasons, too," I admitted shyly.

He flashed that Lady Killer smile again. "I'm a professional Scott... you can tell me."

I chuckled. "Well, I'm hoping to rekindle things in the bedroom, you know?"

I felt dumb saying it, particularly to a dude as young and jacked as Austin. But he didn't miss a beat. "That's a pretty good motivation, Scott," he grinned. "And common, too. It's good to be honest with yourself about what drives you." He picked up his clipboard to take notes. "OK, so we know a big goal... any others?"

I filled him in on some lingering back and hip issues. They didn't keep me from being active, but they affected my golf game sometimes. "I'm afraid I haven't always prioritized being active," I said, no longer embarrassed but feeling proud I was taking the first step to being a better Scott Delahunt. "You know, long hours, lots of sitting at a desk..."

"Still doing the executive thing?" Austin asked.

"Yes. CFO," I clarified. "Though at a different company than when I last saw you."

"That's cool," he said. "And we'll work on your back and hip and see if we can improve your overall mobility... training's not a substitute for physical therapy of course but it can complement it," the guy added thoughtfully. "I work with all types of clients, but I specialize in men over 40.... you know more functional training and flexibility."

"Sounds great," I said.

"I just want to make sure my clients are on the same page with expectations."

"I'm putty in your hands, good sir," I half joked.

He laughed. "All right, Scott," he said, standing up from his chair. "Let's do some measurements and a few diagnostics." Austin had put on some muscle since high school for sure, and the form-fitting zip-up and joggers showed off a body that was big but that somehow didn't look overly musclebound. This young dude was definitely gonna be some inspiration for my own fitness journey.

I stepped on the scale. "198," Austin read out. "And 6-foot-even?" he asked.

"Maybe a hair shy, but yeah, 6 foot." I stepped off. "I really would love to lose the spare tire," I said, patting my midsection. I didn't have an outright beer belly, but I had some major love handles and midlife spread there.

Austin's easy smile was gone and he was in full business mode. "We'll work on it," he assured me, gesturing me over to a mat to do a timed plank. "There's no quick fix," he explained as he started the stopwatch. "No crash diets, either... I believe in strength training first as a foundation and then we'll work on the rest, OK?"

"Yeah," I grunted. I was holding my own I guess, but my lack of regular exercise was biting me in the ass, hard.

I did better on some of the diagnostics and not as hot on the other.

"I told you, Austin," I said. "You're getting a real project." Pulling out the self deprecating humor.

He was still in business mode. "I'm not one of those hardass trainers, but I have only one rule, Mr. D," he said, his old nickname slipping back. "No comparing yourself to anyone else. If you're on social media, I want you off it. In here, for 60 minutes twice a week, it's going to be about you... what you're doing and what you can do better and how we can get you there. Not any of the other guys. OK? "

"Got it," I said. It felt weird being bossed around by a man half my age, but Austin was the one with the Instagram body. I'd follow his lead.

We walked on toward the locker area. "And one other thing you'll learn about me, Scott," he added with a wink. "I have more than one rule."

****

[AUSTIN]

"Beast!" I grunted in encouragement as Scott pumped out a personal record on the bench press. He even did two reps without my spot, before I helped him on the third. As I helped guide the bar back into pace I saw his exertion-red face and concerted look break into a wide smile.

Psychology is a big part of my job. Every client is different and has different things that motivate them as well as different reasons they weren't motivated before they came to me. Being a trainer doesn't mean being a miracle worker, but you try to figure out what's going to work for a man or woman in the gym.

But I'd never seen a man respond so well to encouragement as Scott. I honestly didn't know what to expect when Shannon's dad first contacted me. But I always liked the guy, and he'd always made me feel welcome when I was over at the Delahunt house. He'd always take the time to say hello or chat and ask me how the baseball season was going or what colleges I was considering. When anyone else had grilled me about college, it felt like pressure - like "are you good enough for my daughter" BS - but with Mr. D, it felt like genuine interest.

Now that I'd been training the man for over a year, I'd gotten to see another side of him. He was guarded at first, but after a few months he'd started being more open. Something about the extra time to chat in the gym does wonders for getting the conversation flowing. He didn't talk ill about Mrs. Delahunt, but the man was clearly frustrated in his marriage. I was getting the picture of a man who'd thrown himself into a high-powered career and who liked to show off the spoils of financial success. And he wasn't happy.

"Give it a couple minutes rest," I said as Scott sat up, stretching his arms a little and rubbing out the burn in his triceps. "And maybe we can try for 10 more?"

"Oh yeah," the executive said enthusiastically. "Let's do it."

As he cooled down for a bit, he asked. "You doing anything this weekend, Austin?"

I was putting two fives on the barbell. "My Dad's coming to visit."

Scott looked into my face. "You're not excited are you?" he said, observant as hell.

I sighed. "I don't know, Scott... a dumb part of me looks forward to it every time.... but when he's here, it's like we don't have anything to talk about. He'll spend a couple hours with me, then go meet up with one of his buddies instead."

Scott didn't try to tell me it was OK. Or make excuses for my Dad. He just listened. "That's tough, guy," he finally said. "I guess some parents aren't good with the emotional stuff."

He got into place and went for another set. I had to spot him for a good deal of that one rep. I could read the disappointment in his face.

"Give it a longer rest," I urged. "Refocus. You got this, Scott."

The next attempt wasn't pretty, but it was all Scott. And the beaming look of pride in his face after was one of those moments that makes my job worth it.

[SCOTT]

"You hear from Shannon lately?" Austin asked between squats. He'd been pushing me more on leg days lately, and I was starting to see progress.

I never knew for sure why Austin and Shannon broke up, but Austin was a grade ahead of Shannon and gone off to college before her. A part of me wondered if Austin still had a thing for my daughter, but I figured this was just something to talk about, the connection that first brought us together in the gym.

"Not lately. I only hear from her when she needs money," I said wryly.

"Oof," my trainer gave a "that hurts" wince. "For real?"

"I exaggerate some," I explained. "But not a lot. Sometimes it feels like she sees her Daddy as a living, walking credit card."

Austin gave me a reassuring, empathetic look. "Well, at least she's probably having a blast in college, right?"

It was the perfectly timed joke, and it made me crack up. "That she is, buddy," I said.

I got in place and knocked out another set of squats. It was a struggle, but I got to eight.

"Nice," I heard Austin say. Then he added some weights.

"Sorry if I'm out of line, Scott, but Shannon is a spoiled B. She kind of always was."

I grimaced. He was right, but I didn't appreciate him talking about my daughter like that. "Maybe she is, but I take some responsibility in that. Kelly too... we both spoiled her growing up. We just wanted her to have the finer things, you know."

Austin gave me a look that said he felt contrite, even if he wasn't saying his apology out loud. "Better than the opposite, Scott," he said. "You're there for her, that's what matters."

"Things been rocky with your Old Man lately?" I asked.

Austin shrugged. He had a jock's bluster, but I could tell he hid how much things bothered him. Even discussing his relationship with his father, he tried to pass it off in an even, unaffected tone. "Worse. I haven't heard from him in two months. I left a couple of voice mails, but felt like some desperate chick wanting a second date."

"I take it you speak from experience in brushing off desperate chicks," I teased, trying to change the subject.

Austin grinned. God, he really was a strikingly handsome young man. "Ah, I talk a big game, Scott. Truth is, I guess I'm just waiting for the right one, you know."

It was adorable to see this muscled up ex-jock act shy, and endearing too. "I'm sure she'll come, Austin," I assured him. "Probably sooner than you think."

He looked at me as if he was trying to decide whether he could share a secret. He did. "It'd be a 'he,' Scott."

"Oh," I muttered dumbly. It didn't even occur to me that Austin would be gay. In fairness, I knew him first as Shannon's boyfriend.

The guy went into reassuring mode. "I don't generally share my personal business," he said. "With any of my clients..."

There was the Mr. Business side of my trainer coming out. Serious, professional.

"I'm glad you did, Austin," I said. "Um, is that why things didn't work out with you and Shannon?" Maybe none of my business, but I was curious as hell.

He didn't seem fazed by my question. "Yes and no. I mean I didn't decide I really preferred men until college. But even in high school I felt I wasn't 100% into dating the girls I was with. No disrespect to your daughter..."

"None taken," I assured him.

I did another set. It was getting really fucking hard now. "Let's stretch some," Austin said, a signal we were done with squats for the day.

On the mat, Austin guided me through some gentle stretches.

My curiosity was still getting the best of me.

"So... you have any boyfriends in college?" I asked. Before stopping myself. "Sorry... that's none of my business."

He didn't admonish me but just said softly. "Yeah, like I say I don't advertise my personal business."

[AUSTIN]

Like with a lot of clients, I told Scott not to weigh himself at home constantly. We'd step on the locker room scale once a month. That way, he'd be focused on strength and diet and not on the ups and downs.

I could tell he was nervous that day as he stepped on, wearing only his compression. I tried to act normal around Scott Delahunt, but the man was my type to a T. Older, just the right amount of muscle, clean cut daddy. A year and a half of training had done wonders for an already good looking man. His back had a nice curve and definition and his shoulders and arms were swells of rounded muscle. He still had a little padding on his middle but his gut was solid muscle behind it. He'd definitely lost some extra weight.

"190!" he beamed. "I haven't weighed 190 since my 30s," he said as he stepped off the scale and turned toward me. Scott wasn't overly hairy but he had a nice pelt of light brown hair on his now defined chest and torso.

"And some of that is extra muscle," I reminded him. "So... you told me your goal when we started... any luck in the bedroom?" I tried to make it sound professional, or maybe buddy-to-buddy. But lately I'd been thinking way too much of Scott Delahunt having sex.

He shook his head. "Not really," he said. I expected a sad sack expression but instead he just replied, "But I've decided I'm doing this for me, actually."

"Yeah?" I asked. I wasn't sure if he was just parroting what he thought I wanted to hear.

"It's about time I focused on what makes me happy, you know?"

"You should," I said. "You deserve that."

He gave me a grateful look. But he didn't respond. Instead, it was like he was displaying his body for me. Not lecherous exactly, and I think I did a damn good job of hiding my attraction to him. But it was like he wanted a gay dude's approval of his improved physique. Some straight dudes have hang ups about gay men checking them out, but I've met a couple of buds who feel they can trust me with my assessment of them physically.

I ventured a compliment. "You're looking really good, Scott. Muscle, definition, and the slimmer midsection are really coming together," I said. "Incredible progress, really."

He ate it up. "I couldn't be doing it without you, buddy. For real."

I forced myself to stop ogling his half naked body, as I told him I'd see him for our session Friday.

When I got home, though, I jerked off. A nice heavy load just imagining mounting Scott doggy style and pounding him hard and fast. As I cleaned up, I had to laugh at how turned on I was by this 51 year old corporate exec. Like, I always had to pine for the unavailable ones.

I just hoped for his sake that Scott Delahunt was getting laid that night.

[SCOTT]

It was tough getting back into the gym after two weeks. Austin kind of laughed as I showed my frustration at not being able to bench nearly as much as before.

"Been there, Scott," he patted my shoulder as I sat up. He'd been doing that more lately, touching me. Nothing too weird or invasive, kind of like one close buddy might do for another. But knowing Austin was a gay dude made me read something into it, I suppose. Not that he'd be into a middle-aged man like me. But I did find myself wondering a lot about the kind of men Austin was into. I chalked it up to idle curiosity. Austin had opened up a lot to me as we trained and talked, but he kept one part of himself private.

"How was Italy?" he asked.

"Incredible," I replied. "Villa in Tuscany, good weather, amazing food... what's not to like?" I started.

"That's awesome," Austin said. He seemed to enjoy living vicariously through his clients' vacations, and I knew that as a trainer he probably didn't have the time or money to do any big travel.

I nodded. "Yeah, but this sounds spoiled as hell to say... but I would have been as happy on one of your Smokies camping weekends." Austin grew up in the east part of the state and still enjoyed getting up into the mountains from time to time.

He gave me a sympathetic look. "Yeah, why's that?"

I shrugged. I felt like sometimes I unloaded a lot onto my trainer, but it was like he was the one guy who'd understand. "I dunno... With Kelly, it sometimes feels like things have to be perfect... you know, THE best winery and THE best private tour... and she spends half the vacation posting the pictures on Facebook so her friends all know how she's having THE best fucking vacation.... sorry, man, I know I'm being a jaded asshole."

Austin patted my shoulder again. That touch against my warm shoulder through my workout shirt. "Not at all, man. You just have a better perspective on life is all." He gave me another pat. "Ready for another set?"

I nodded and got back into place. We finished up at the bench and went to do a superset of dumbbell exercises.

I was a little out of breath when we finally paused.

"Tough, huh?" Austin said, reading my face.

I nodded, not quite formulating a word. "Yah. Sorry."

"Take a sec," he assured me. He had me drink some water.

As we went to do some stretches and core work, our conversation resumed.

"So... I didn't know you were into camping," Austin said.

"I'm not," I replied. "At least I haven't done it since I was a boy scout. But the idea of getting away from Brentwood seems real appealing sometimes."

Austin squatted down next to me and reached over to pull my hip to correct my form. "No offense, Scott, but you're Brentwood through and through."

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess," I said. Austin was originally from a small town in east Tennessee and had moved to the Nashville suburbs when he was 12. He seemed to have mixed feelings about the tony suburbs we lived in, and I had a hard time figuring them out. "Guilty as charged."

"I'm just razzing ya, Scott," Austin said, that easy going charm coming back.

[AUSTIN]

I'd taken a break from the apps. I told myself it was healthy to do so, but maybe it was healthier to get laid. In case, Scott's break from the gym somehow made me miss the guy. I was becoming crushed out on my client. I told myself that was because I wasn't getting any daddy ass.

My profile was clear. 24yo total top clean cut jock into masculine 40+ daddies. Inexperienced OK. Married or DL OK. Just be willing and ready to take care of my 7.5 inch cock. No-strings fun only.

I had a great set of pictures that got a lot of bites. That first weekend of Scott's vacation I got messaged by five men. Two just weren't my thing, two were smoking hot, and one was OK. I messaged the smoking hot daddies back and clicked with a businessman staying downtown. He wasn't Scott Delahunt hot but he was my type. 48, balding, strong barrel chested build, trimmed goatee. He was married but played when he was out of town. I assured him I was totally discreet.

It had actually been six months since I'd hooked up with a guy. I remembered now how fun it could be. Even dealing with the traffic heading into downtown. When I got to his hotel room, he'd just gotten out of the shower, freshly cleaned for me, and had a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a soft belly, not big but more along the lines of what Scott had when he started with me. His front was incredibly furry and I found the swirls of hair incredibly hot.

"Hey," he grinned as he led me in. He could barely take his eyes off me. I'm not an egotist... well, I am a little. But it's great to have that silent appreciation of my looks. His words made it explicit. "Man," he said in a deeper-South accent. "I thought you wouldn't live up to your pictures, but you're incredible."

My eyes swept his body too. He wasn't the hottest man I'd ever slept with but I loved his real dad-ness... married-with-kids Southern daddy, deep voice, ex-jock vibe. "I'm liking what I see, too," I growled, pulling my shorts up to let my boner ride up. I had been looking forward to some release real bad.

He seemed like he'd won the lottery ticket. "Dang! You really do go for older guys don't ya?"

"Exclusively," I said. I loved the chance to be direct with men about my sexual preferences. I stepped up to him and ran my hands along the soft furred belly before slipping my hands around his waist to pull him toward me for a kiss.

Some married guys aren't into kissing. I forgot to ask if Business Daddy was OK with it. He was. Or made an exception for me. He was used to soft kissing from a woman and was surprised by my approach. But he got into it and was soon pawing at my T-shirt, feeling up my muscle.

I was getting worked up, fast. My fingers undid his towel and felt up the bare buns. Some men like Scott Delahunt had to work to develop a thick round ass. This guy had the genetics for it. I could be satisfied with a nice slow BJ from a hot daddy, but knowing from our DMs that this guy wasn't virgin made me really want to tap his hole.

"What are your thoughts on the D word?" I growled. Business Daddy seemed real into me, and I felt I had the cards, at least enough to push this.

"Daddy?" he asked, to clarify.

"'Dad' is even hotter to me," I said, taking his wrist and guiding it to the hard ridge in my mesh shorts. Instantly his thick fingers curled greedily around it.

He gulped. "Never done that scene," he admitted. "But if it turns you on, buddy..."

"It turns me the fuck on," I assured him. I kissed him again then kissed and licked along his ear lobe. "Why don't you get down and suck my dick, Dad?" I whispered.

He had a naughty look on his face as he crouched down. The man wasn't all that hung and his shorter dick stood out like a spike from his hairy crotch as he got down. He peeled down my shorts, like he was unwrapping a Christmas present.

"Dang... fucking big piece ya got, buddy," he hissed, taking it in his hand and licking it. "Go easy on me, will ya?"

"Yeah, Dad," I hissed, not wanting to get out of this scene now that I had the green light. Then I felt his warm mouth descend on me. Business Daddy wasn't experienced but I wasn't his first cock either. It was a nice sweet spot. I imagined my father doing this to me. Sucking me, learning how to suck me.

"That's it, Dad," I grunted. "Suck your boy. Love your hot fucking mouth on my dick, sir." Some guys were turned off by my verbal approach, and others were way turned off by the incest scene. That's one reason I sometimes found hookups not to be satisfying. It was hard to develop a rapport to go deep with a one-off guy.

But Business Daddy was getting into it, sucking me more fully now, with a bit more of a slow suction that was getting me worked up. I watched his balding head bob up and down on my crotch. My own father had more hair, though it too was thinning. Like Scott Delahunt's.

"If you keep sucking, Dad, I'm gonna cum," I warned. "But I really wanna fuck you, sir."

Business daddy pulled off and took one admiring look at my spit wet dong. "Damn you are a pervy fucker," he laughed.

I kicked off my shorts and peeled off my T-shirt. "Yeah I'm a perv," I replied. In the past I might have felt embarrassed but now I was unapologetic. I fisted my cock and looked him in the eye. "When was the last time you got fucked?"

He seemed to be on the defensive now, and I worried I let my horns get the worst of me. If I fucked this up....

"Two years," he said softly. "I don’t usually...."

"You enjoy it?" I questioned him.

He nodded, blushing some. "A little too much."

"You got ready for me, right?" I just wanted to remind him of the reason I was there and not hooking up with one of the other guys.

He nodded. "You're intense, you know that right?" he said. Like his physical attraction to me was countered by a vibe that just wasn't working for him.

"I'm just horny, man," I explained. "I haven't fucked a guy in six months. I fucking miss it."

"A dude like you... I would have thought..." he started and didn't have to finish.

"Let me eat you for a bit," I said. "I want you to want this, man."

He nodded and got on the bed, pulling his legs back. Fuck, that hole was beautiful. Furry dad trench with a nice tight hole. I got in place and examined it, taking my time before leaning in and licking. Business Daddy was squeaky clean and I took the opportunity to go to town, really feasting on that ass like it was my last meal.

It was a nice cool down from the BJ and the Dad-talk earlier but also worked me up in a way.

"Lube?" I asked when I finally pulled back. He gestured to the small table on the other side of the bed. I went around and Business Daddy scooted to reposition himself on the bed.

I took my time fingering him, talking with him about men and cocks and fucking. I avoided the Dad-Son stuff since I wanted to build the vibe rather than kill it.

"So..." I said as I now slid three slick fingers in and out of his stretched tightness. I had the conquerer gene in me, I suppose, because I LOVED the idea of getting a hole that had barely been fucked. "We talked a little earlier... I'm on PREP and get tested regularly... I'd love to get in you raw, sir."

"I've never done that," he whispered, but I could see his shorter, fatter dick throb as I worked the first inches of his insides.

"Is that a NO?" I challenged him. I was going to respect his wishes, but I was gonna do my damnedest to get the fuck I wanted then.

"Go ahead, man," he said. "I trust ya."

I scooted up and lined my bare cock against his ring. It took some work, alternating fingering with some teasing with my cock. But I finally breached him in a way that was comfortable for him.

"Easy," I hissed as I rubbed his soft belly and pushed deeper. "Just going slow here.... you got this."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Feels good actually," he said. His eyes had been on mine but now he looked all over my body. "You're so fricking hot."

I grinned. "You like the jocks, huh?"

"I do," he replied. Not embarrassed, but forthright.

"You wanna tell me about any of them?" I was pushing the envelope for sure, but my cock was almost bottomed out in his hole.

He gave me a grin. "I don't play around at home... but there's the neighbor kid. Got a football scholarship at Ole Miss... hot fucker."

I plowed in. Business Daddy accepted me, his dick thwapping excitedly at the full penetration. "You wish he was here fucking you now?"

"God, man," Business Daddy was the one getting into the pervy headspace now. He reached up and clenched at my sides. Hungry. I gave him the kiss he craved. Then I started thrusting into him.

"I'd love both of you guys at once," he admitted. "Tag teaming me."

"That'd be hot," I leered, really getting into this. I rarely got to do this level of verbal with a guy, and it was really working me up. "Two jocks... taking turns.... opening up that Daddy hole."

"Yes," he hissed... "fuck me, stud!"

I was getting more athletic with my pumps. "Been too long hasn't it, Daddy... since you had a young cock in ya?"

Maybe the D word was pushing it, but Business Daddy picked it right up. "God yeah, son. Fuck your Dad!"

Oh jesus. The surprise of those words, and the deep Southern accent of them had my balls pumping. Not a pre-orgasmic warning, but the real deal. I was ejaculating hard into this older business man.

"That's it, son. Get your nut. Show Dad what ya got." For a man who didn't seem into pervy role play, he sure knew what to say now.

I growled my way through my deep orgasm and then kind of fell on him, reclaiming a kiss as my dick pumped out its dribbles into his conquered hole.

I gathered my senses and got back into the original position, squirting some lube on his spike and slowly pumping him as I urged him off. I even had him describe that Ole Miss tight end in detail. His whole body went beet red as he came, and I knew it was a major orgasm for him too.

We made small talk afterwards. He even said he'd hit me up next time he was in Nashville. "You're a wild one, buddy... but I sure as hell enjoyed the ride."

[SCOTT]

"You got anything going on this weekend?" I asked Austin as he had me do some shoulder raises. I'd been trying to find a nonchalant time to bring it up.

He examined my form and counted my reps silently. "Good," he said as I finished the set and set the dumbbells down on a bench. "Nothing really going on. What about you, man?"

I stood squarely to face him. He was the young jacked stud, but I was getting more proud of my body after a year and a half of working out with him, and more confident in my skin, so to speak. "Well, the Titans have a home game Sunday. I was wondering if you wanted to go see them with me," I ventured.

There came that pearly white smile again, and an excited kid-like look. "What, you got tickets?"

"Two of them," I boasted. "I got 'em through work. A buddy of mine was going to go but had to back out." That second part was a lie.

Austin showed some concern. "Man, I'd love to. Hell, I'd really love to. But I can't afford that." I got the feeling he was an independent-spirited man who didn't like to be beholden to others.

"The ticket's just gonna go to waste,” I said, “and I'll enjoy having someone to go with." I saw his resolve start to melt, so figured I could lay out the rest of my plan. "It's an afternoon game, we can get a hotel downtown for the night and live it up a little. Come on... Kelly's doing some girls trip to Napa, and I have a real bachelor's weekend I want to enjoy."

Austin smiled. "Well, when you put it that way.... jesus, I can't believe you have fucking Titans tickets. You go often?"

I could sense a real envy in his tone. "Yeah, from time to time," I admitted. "I did season tickets a couple years ago, but Kelly griped that my Sundays were all taken up."

He smiled. "I bet these tickets are great seats, too, aren't they?" Teasing me.

"Pretty damn good," I smirked. "We're gonna have a blast, buddy."

[AUSTIN]

I was in a good mood. Strike that, I was in a great mood. The Titans had beaten the Texans but even if they hadn't I just enjoyed being in Nissan Stadium and shouting my lungs out. Scott seemed bemused how into it I was but didn't say anything. The man struck me as something more than a fair weather fan and less than a diehard fan.

But I was grateful for the ticket and that he'd had me tag along. He insisted on covering the hotel room. "Trust me I got a million hotel points to burn through," he countered. So I got the tab as we grabbed beers in one of the downtown bars.

It was a lot of regular guy talk. About the game and the upcoming Titans season. About how September can be the best month in Nashville. About his wife's wine trip and their fall plans. About the cheat day Scott was having and how my metabolism let me get away with stadium concession food and day drinking on occasion.

God, he looked good. Great even, in his snug pale blue Titans T-shirt that clung to his arms and pecs and the hint of dad gut he was still chipping away at. I never saw him outside of the gym, at least not since I'd dated his daughter. He was so focused working out, like that was a second job to him. But this was Scott Delahunt in the mood to let down his hair. Smiling, happy, joking.

Maybe that's what led me to let my hair down too.

"It was my professor," I blurted.

"What?" he asked.

Maybe I enjoyed catching him off guard. But I clarified. "You once asked me who I dated in college. It was my Chemistry professor."

Scott looked at me like I was kidding him. "Are you teasing me?"

I shook my head. "Nah. You're the first guy I've ever told actually. Buy yeah for two years... I don't know if dating was the right word, but it wasn't casual either. He was my first boyfriend."

I kind of wondered if Scott would be put off by the admission. Or even the gay talk. But he seemed laidback about it, and he'd been the one to ask. He took a sip of beer and eyed me up, like he was still trying to decide if I was on the level. "Was this while you were his student or after?"

"While," I replied. "Though we kept hooking up after. That's when I decided maybe I wasn't so bisexual after all."

Scott seemed nervous with that comment but didn't object. Instead, he shook his head. "I would have guessed you would have gone for another college dude."

I shook my head. "Not my thing." Here goes. "I'm only into older guys, actually."

"Really?" Scott was moving from incredulous to amused. "What are we talking about?"

I shrugged. It was kind of a relief to have this open dialogue with the man. "95% of the time, men in their 40s or 50s."

"I knew a buddy in college who was into cougars," he laughed. "The guys gave him a lot of guff, but Taylor got laid so fucking much..." Scott was laughing as he recalled old times then seemed like he had something on his mind.

"What?" I asked.

He paused and looked at me. "Nothing, buddy." He held up his now empty pint glass. "Can I get the next round?"

"No doing, Scott," I said, standing up. "I'm buying."

[SCOTT]

Bringing Austin along to the game was the right call, I realized. I'd never seen a guy so thrilled. He'd been to a couple of games before, but it was a rare treat for him. I was happy to have given him that.

I didn't have any ulterior plans. Then again, maybe I did and just didn't admit them to myself. I told myself I was just having a good time, too. Hanging out with Austin felt freeing, like my college days. Before my career and family, and before the country club set I socialized with. I liked my golf buddies just fine, but there was always that one-up-manship. I could play that game, too, but with Austin, I didn't have to.

We got a little tipsy but didn't go wild. I told Austin he should just enjoy the downtown nightlife on his own. He clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "No offense to you heteros, Scott, but drunken hos aren't my idea of fun," he laughed.

I loved that he was freer with me. Not guarded, able to talk about being a gay man. I think stupidly I assumed gay guys didn't have the same problem with sex, of finding regular and compatible partners. But I could tell with Austin, he had some dissatisfactions of his own. I almost asked him about it in the bar, but figured I'd mind my own business. I hoped he'd feel free to share with me some time.

It had been in the back of my mind. What sex with a guy would be like. Yeah. I'd fooled around some in college, but that was just that, fooling around. Naughty fun I'd have with some buds when we didn't have girlfriends or weren't getting enough. After I met Kelly, I'd fantasize about other women, sometimes a lot. I figured most guys do. But I never gave much thought to men.

But as Austin and I got ready for bed in the hotel room, I was thinking of it. His eyes were on me. Quiet lust in his eyes that made me feel sexually attractive in a way I hadn't felt in years. This wasn't some cougar in some downtown hotel bar giving me the heavy eye, this was a young hot stud with an Instagram fitness body. Just a dusting of hair but also lots of pale, smooth muscle.

And, as he strutted out of the bathroom in his boxer briefs, I could see the definition in his round ass and the thick bulge of his crotch. It wasn't fair a young man this perfect should be hung, but I had a good idea he was. I tried not to let him catch me looking at his package, but he gave a soft smirk as I darted my glance away. He ran his thumbs along the waist band to adjust the underwear, but his eyes had a question in them. Maybe a plea.

"Good night, bud," I said. Forcing myself to slip into the covers of one of the two beds, as if my heart weren't racing a million miles an hour.

"Good night, Scott," came his reply. Almost soft, not cocky. I'd been nervous until that point, but that voice gave me a boner beneath the sheets. And the very fact I was responding to his gentle masculinity added to the thrill. A feeling I hadn't felt before but maybe wanted to for a while.

He turned out the light.

[AUSTIN]

I was so hard, I couldn't sleep. Scott Delahunt had starred in my JO fantasies a lot lately, and I knew after this weekend he was gonna be in them a lot more. I tossed and turned and tried to think of other stuff. I tried to think of the Titans season but then I'd remember one of the coaches I wanted to bone.

I hoped the beer would catch up and help me sleep. It didn't. I don't know how long I lay awake. Maybe an hour. I decided to go to the bathroom, where I could jerk off in privacy. It wouldn't take long to get my nut and take the edge off.

"Can't sleep either?" I heard Scott say as I scooted to get off the bed. His voice wasn't quiet but wide awake.

"No," I gulped.

"Anything I can do to help?" came his voice in the dark.

My heart pounded. "God, Scott." I was SO close to just saying, "come over and suck me off Daddy." Instead, Scott could tell the frustration in my voice.

"I'm serious, Austin. If you wanna ask me, I won't judge." he said. Then, "I actually kind of want you to ask me."

My heart melted. Here was my dream man, vulnerable as hell. Maybe I'd made him feel that way. Maybe it was just fate.

"Would you join me in my bed?" I asked. Into the darkness of the room. I thought of turning on the lamp but didn't want to break the spell that was set between us.

Scott didn't answer, and I first I though I'd fucked it up big time. Misread what he was suggesting. But then I heard his mattress squeak and then felt his warm body bump against mine beneath the sheets. I scooted over to give him room.

The man was shaking some, but his hands were not wasting time eagerly touching my body. I knew from his touch he'd been thinking about this, wondering what my muscle would feel like. I let him feel and reached down to take off my briefs in case he wanted to feel more.

"Fuck!" he hissed.

"We can take this slow, Scott," I assured him as my own hands were pawing at his older muscle. I'd never get sick of the feel and rougher skin of a middle aged man. And the idea of what he represented to me. Power, authority, experience. I kept my urges in check and slowly caressed his warm back.

The man pulled his hands back some and like that he was peeling his own underwear off. Baring himself for me.

I don't know what I felt first, his hard dick against mine or his lips pressing into a kiss. It wasn't until that kiss that I realized how much I'd pent up. And how much Scott had pent up himself. He was married, maybe nominally straight or whatever. But this man wanted me.

In my past times with older guys, I insisted on getting serviced. It was part of my thing, I guess, my power trip. But I'd heard enough of Scott's marital woes, that I knew I had to give him a real blow job. I kissed my way down his hairy chest and still padded middle and started licking his cock.

His dick was on the smaller side, between 4.5 and 5 inches and was the hardest dick I'd ever encountered. I was grateful for his size as I opened my mouth and took that cock in.

"Yes," he hissed excitedly.

I rarely suck cock and if I do, it's as a teaser for foreplay. So I'm not an expert, but I must have been better than Mrs. Delahunt.

"Suck me buddy!" Scott gasped. His fingers were in my hair, on my scalp. Not possessively, but more appreciative. Like he'd forgotten what pleasure like this was like. I was reminding him with steady and faster mouth strokes.

I backed off a few seconds before he came. I needed this daddy's mouth on my cock before orgasm removed his willingness to suck me. I climbed up and met Scott in another kiss before I pulled back and scooted up to line up my arching, hard prick to his face.

"Take your time," I urged. Not "please suck me" or "would you blow me too?"

I didn't need the pleasantries. I felt his warm wet tongue lick at my head. Tentative as hell, but it was the kind of tentative fear of not doing it right than not wanting to do it.

"Feels great," I assured him. Now running my fingers through his hair. Appreciative, but definitely possessive. I pushed into his mouth. About three inches. Enough to fill him but not trip any gag reflex. "Just take me, man. Nice shallow strokes... there." I was doing most of the work. Maybe I'd train Scott how to be my cocksucker. The very idea got my balls boiling with my load.

Even if he wasn't doing the work he was doing his best. Sucking at me, trying to keep his saliva contained while forming a ring around my softly pistoning cock. I was thick as well as long, and I knew I was a lot. But the man was acting like a champ.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, Scott," I warned him. Giving him an out. He had three seconds to do something about the situation. He didn't, so like that I was firing off big. A heavy load right into his mouth. I pulled back so he'd get it mostly on his tongue. I thought he'd feel more comfortable swallowing it that way, but mostly I wanted him to taste me. To know what my cum was like.

I pulled out and felt my prick twitch in the aftershocks.

The man deserved any release I could give him. I scooted back down to suck him to completion but as I approached his crotch, I smelt that familiar bleachy-floral scent. And felt his hands grip my head to stop me.

"I... just came," he admitted.

#drakestories

[throneofsapphics]

Lysa Dion's daughter arriving home with a hickey in the detail she is secretly dating her son Manorian with gavriel alive seeing the situation later they discover that they are partners but the parents discover that they got married in secret

questionable decisions

Manorian's son x Reader (Lysaedion's daughter)

Summary: Your parents figure out how you spent your week in Perranth.

Warnings: drinking, not proofread

A/N: I love this idea

She adjusted her hair, pulling it over to one side and glancing at herself in the mirror again. That asshole left a mark on her, specifically when she told him to try and avoid it. At least it wasn’t too obvious, hidden behind her ear and easily covered by her hair. 

“You said try,” he’d taunted her as she rolled her eyes. That asshole who also happened to be her husband, for gods-sake. They’d been quite drunk one night, meeting in Perranth, and found someone to marry them. Both of them were fully capable of acting sober, and thought it was a great idea at the time. In hindsight … maybe it wasn’t their smartest move. Everyone else seemed to think it was a joke. Still, neither of them had asked for a divorce. Not a soul beyond a few trusted friends knew they were together in the first place. 

-

“Why is there a letter addressed to “Y/n Havilliard?” You stalked over and snatched it out of his hands. Sure enough, a very official looking large envelope with that name scrawled across it rested in your hands. You turned to the side, avoiding eye contact as you held it up to the light, squinting. Probably a marriage certificate. 

“Probably a joke,” you laughed, fighting down any nerves and shifting your hair over your shoulder. 

“She’s lying.” Gavriel said mildly. “And what’s that on your neck?” 

Screwed. She was so screwed. “None of your business.” She snipped at him, and a knowing smile crossed his features. Aedion ignored that, in favor of the letter in your hands. 

“Open it.” Gavriel said, not giving her father the chance to tell her. The words were a command, and she knew she wouldn’t leave the room without opening thats gods-damned letter. 

-

“You’re MARRIED?” Lysandra heard Aedion yell, as she walked through the door. 

“Who’s married?” She asked, spotting Aedion clutching a paper in his hands - thick official looking paper.

“I was drunk.” You turned with pleading eyes. Both Gavriel and Aedion had slightly murderous looks on their faces and she frowned. Immediately, she spotted the small bruise on your neck and gave you a small smile. Along with the scent of a particularly deceiving perfume. You’d spent a week in Perranth, how the hell had you gotten married? And where did that bruise come from? Well, Lysandra knew how that happened. 

“And who are you married to?” 

“The King of Adarlan’s spawn.” Aedion said. She cut him a sharp look, now was not the time to bring up old grudges, even if her husband had mostly let it go. 

“I didn’t know you two were together,” she mused - eyeing the bruise again as you shifted your hair to cover it. 

“We’re not,” you replied a bit too quickly. 

“Lying.” Gavriel said from across the room. “Again.” 

Somehow, he always knew when she was lying - or even just omitting something. 

“Just.” You huffed, “forget about this.” 

“I’m supposed to forget that my daughter is married?” She raised a brow, “and didn’t invite me to the wedding?” 

“It was hardly a wedding.” She grumbled, snatching the paper back from her father. 

“At least you haven’t consummated it, you can still get it annulled.” Aedion mused. 

You, very firmly, avoided his gaze. Lysandra cut him a sharp glare, as if to say shut your gods-damned mouth. 

“I wonder how Dorian’s reacted.” She commented. “Or Manon.” 

Your face paled. 

-

Lysandra debated whether writing to Aelin, or convincing you to shift with her and fly to Orynth, just so you could see the Queen’s reaction in person. 

“Shift.” She announced after breakfast, “we’re going to Orynth.” 

You groaned and dragged your feet. She watched you exchange a pleading glance with Gavriel, who only shook his head, giving you a look as if to say; good luck. 

You both shifted, and took off towards Orynth. 

-

You shot murderous glares at your mother the entire way to the capital, debating if it would be worth her dragging you back if you turned around. Both of you shifted back a mile or so out, grabbing the clothes they’d strategically stored for the two of you. Showing up at the castle naked was not ideal. 

Your mother probably wanted to tell Aelin, and to torture you by making sure you saw your Aunt’s reaction. Dragging you to Orynth to share some gossip with the Queen. Although it was rather significant gossip - even if the marriage would likely dissolve or be forgotten. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aelin asked, meeting you at the gates and exchanging a hug with each of you. 

“Y/n’s married.” Lysandra announced, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Mother,” you snarled, but Aelin looked at you, her head tilted to the side. 

“To Manon and Dorian’s son?” 

Your jaw dropped, but she shrugged. “He didn’t hide his scent from Rowan well enough, we were wondering if you would tell anyone.” 

“And you didn’t tell me?” Lysandra said, in shock outrage. 

Aelin wrapped an arm around you, tugging you into her side. “I couldn’t betray our favorite niece.”

#next gen tog #tog next gen #next gen throne of glass #lysaedion parents #manorian's son #aelin makes an appearance

[kookie-doughs]

Again And Again

Portgas D Ace X Reader

-Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Chapter 9: Do not go gentle into that good night

Edward smirks, "I am a relic of a bygone era! There is no ship that can carry me into the new age! Escape from here, everyone!"

You looked around at your crewmates, the war raging on around you. With a heavy heart, you looked beside you.

"Pops!"

Ace and Luffy...

Tears streamed down your face as you clung tightly to Ace. You couldn't bear the thought of leaving Whitebeard behind, but you knew you had to follow Edward's orders for everyone's safety.

Ace looked at you in worry, his grip on you tightening. He couldn't understand why you were suddenly so emotional.

As numerous marines jump to attack Edward whilst he was distracted with your group, Ace sets the area around Edward ablaze.

In a ring of fire you see Ace bow down with his head hitting the ground.

Edward looks at his son. "Tell me," Ace lifts his head to look at Edward. "Were you happy to have me as your father?"

"Of course I am!" Ace cries.

Edward noticed something different about you. He knew you from years ago, when time travel was a common occurrence for you. He could see the look in your eyes, a look of determination and sorrow that he had not seen in a long time.

Realizing what you had done, he knew something had happened, "Y/N, did you defy my orders last time?" He smiles slightly at you.

You bite your lip to keep a sob from escaping. "Yeah," Your voice broke.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Can I really not save you both?" You cry.

"Try saving the most important one first."

You both get away from the ring to continue running. Jinbe rushed behind you, concern etched on his face.

You nodded, your resolve firm. You knew what you had to do. As much as it pained you to leave Whitebeard behind, you had to focus on saving Ace and protecting your crew.

Akainu slips past Whitebeard, you knew what was coming the danger he poses to Ace.

"Ace, whatever you hear. Don't let go of my hand. Don't stop running."

"Whitebeard Pirates must be a bunch of cowards. Well, considering who your captain is, it's no surprise to me. Because after all, Whitebeard is just a... loser from a bygone era."

You felt Ace falter. You tighten your grip, "Ace... Please." He sees the panic in your eyes. Remembering what was said between you and Edward earlier. He keeps running.

"You know Fire Fist, your real father, Gold Roger, conquered the Grand Line and opened the door to the Great Pirate Era. As a Navy admiral, I shouldn't be the one to say this but he was true to his name: the King of the Pirates! In comparison, what has Whitebeard done?"

Ace continued to run but you can see the change of his pace. His run turning into brisk walk. "Ace, I said don't stop running!" You can feel his hand tightening hold on you.

"I wonder if he really had the intention to fight, I assume that he established a large family somewhere and was satisfied with being a big fish in a little barrel. There are some fools in this world who say he was able to keep the peace on various islands... but in my opinion, all he did was make weak pirates live in fear of him and he thinks that it made him a hero! What a joke! When Roger was around, Whitebeard was always second in billing and even after he died, Whitebeard could never become the King. He was never able to surpass Roger... and that makes him a loser in life! That is the truth about Whitebeard."

At this point Ace had come to a stop. You desperately pull him to keep him moving.

"Ace look at me, please, come on don't let him get to you. Hmm?"

But Akainu's attention shifted to you and Ace, he takes notice of your linked hand. The only thing stopping Ace from falling into his palms.

Akainu's eyes narrowed with a cruel smirk. "Oh, how touching. The great Y/N, the so-called 'Queen of the Pirates,' reduced to running away with a bunch of weaklings. Perhaps your time spent with Whitebeard ruined you. How pathetic!"

Ace's eyes widen at the mention of you. "Ace, I'm fine... come on."

"Did the fact Roger doesn't return your feelings, the fact you were a nobody to him, bring you so low." he continued, sneering. "Unbelievably low, now you're clinging to his son. Let me warn you Fire First, you'll never be as important to her as Roger was! You are nothing but a replacement."

His insults having no effect on you frustrate him. He needed a reaction. He's gotten Ace to stop.

"Its an insult how they refer to you as Queen of the Pirates. You're nothing but a failure, Y/N. You couldn't save your former captain, Roger, in your devastation you leave your people, your family! You left them to die because you were heartbroken. Pathetic."

Ace glares at Akainu as he felt you tense up.

"You were just a weakling back then, and you're still a weakling now," he taunted. "You'll never be able to protect anyone, no matter how hard you try. You're just a burden to everyone around you."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, reopening old wounds that had never fully healed. The memory of Ace passing.

You tighten your hold on Ace. His insult reminded you of your purpose of return. It was to protect Ace. To save him.

You tightly close your eyes and ran. Ace notices your calm reaction to the insults and hesitantly runs with you, still angered by the insults.

Akainu, sensing an opportunity, appeared before you suddenly, catching you off guard. You hadn't anticipated his swift movement, and your eyes widened in shock as his powerful fist came dangerously close to striking you. However, just as the attack seemed inevitable, you felt a force pulling you back, and before you knew it, you were being spun around.

In that split second, you realized that Ace had moved in front of you, bravely taking the attack meant for you. Time seemed to stand still as you watched in frozen disbelief. Once again, you felt the weight of failure bearing down on you, the memories of your past mistake haunting you.

But as you looked at Ace, his determination and selflessness filling his eyes. You couldn't let Ace sacrifice his life. You couldn't let him down again.

Just as it happened in your first attempt. The crew pushed Akainu away from your group.

Luffy this time, wasn't close as he ran ahead. He stared at you and Ace. This time Ace was going to die in your arms.

Ace's weakened state made him lean on you for support, and he gently pulled you closer, his hand caressing your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

"Y/N... Are you okay..?" His whisper sent a shiver down your spine, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"A-Ace," you stammered, your voice trembling with emotion. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding you, you managed to help him sit down, your heart racing with worry.

"Hey, pretty," he said with a weak smile, trying to lift your spirits amidst the dire situation. "Can you let me see your face?"

The tears continued to flow as you gazed into his eyes, his smile etched in your memory. His presence was fading, but you refused to let him go without a fight. Your voice quivered as you spoke, "Ace, please, hang on. We're going to get you out of here, I promise."

As Ace's head grew heavier, he mustered a weak smile and made a request. "Can I... rest my head on your lap?"

Your heart ached as you gently lowered him, carefully cradling his head on your lap. You brushed his hair away from his face, trying to be as gentle as possible. His eyes stayed locked with yours, seeking comfort and reassurance in your presence.

Ace's smile remained. "You don't need to worry about me. Just knowing that you're here with me is enough."

You held his hand tightly, willing him to hold on a little longer. You couldn't bear to lose him again. Not like this. Not when you had come back to change his fate.

"Ace, I love you," you whispered, your voice filled with love and desperation.

His smile grew even softer, and he brought your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on it. "I love you too, Y/N. Always."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you tried to keep your composure for him. "You're strong, and you're going to make it through this. We'll find a way."

He let out a soft chuckle, though it was clear that even speaking took a toll on his fading strength. "Always the optimist, huh?"

You managed a weak smile, trying to hide your trembling voice. "Always."

Ace's hand reached up to cup your cheek, and you leaned into his touch. "Thank you... for everything," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, and you kissed his hand, holding it close to your heart. "Thank you, Ace, for being the most amazing person I've ever known. For loving me, for being there for me... You're the reason I came back. I won't let you go, Ace."

He smiled faintly, and you could see the love and gratitude in his eyes. "Y/N... you were my light in the darkest times. You... made my life worth living. Don't ever forget that. I'm sorry you had to go through this twice..."

"Then don't let me go through this again." You cried.

"I should've kissed you... before I sat down." He jokes.

Despite the tears in your eyes, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Ace, you always had a way of making me smile, even in the toughest moments."

He chuckled weakly, his hand still gently caressing your cheek. "I'm glad... I could still do that..."

You leaned down, pressing a tender kiss on his forehead. "I'm not giving up."

His eyes closed briefly, and he let out a soft sigh. "I wish... we had more time... I wanted to see a future with you..."

"I'll make sure you live a future with me."

His smile grew softer, and he squeezed your hand weakly. "Y/N... I love you. Always."

Ace's breathing became shallower, and you held him closer, feeling his heartbeat slowly fading. You could hear the sounds of the battle still raging around you, but in that moment, it felt like time stood still.

As his eyes began to flutter closed, you whispered softly, "I love you too. I'm always going to be here for you okay?"

With those words, Ace took his final breath, his hand still clasped in yours. The weight of his loss was almost too much to bear, but you held onto the love and memories you shared, knowing that he would forever be a part of you.

You look over to Edward, who looked at you with worry. You smile sadly eyes still filled with tears.

"Third times a charm."

~

You found yourself trapped in an unending cycle of loss, reliving the heartbreak of Ace's death multiple times. With each attempt to change fate, new challenges arose.

On the third attempt, Luffy's exhaustion hindered the rescue, while on the fourth, Akainu attacked without taunting. The fifth time, Aokiji became the cause of Ace's demise, and the cycle continued with attempts on counting 12, 17, 21, 37, 48, 52. Despite your best efforts, the pain of losing Ace persisted, and you struggled to find a way to break free from the relentless loop of tragedy.

On each attempt, the pain and grief of losing Ace felt just as raw as the first time. It was a relentless cycle of heartache, and with each failed attempt to save him, the weight of the loss grew heavier. You were trapped in a time loop, destined to relive the agony of losing Ace over and over again.

Each time you returned to the past, you fought with all your strength, trying to alter the course of events. Sometimes it was Akainu, other times Aokiji, and yet other foes who dealt the fatal blow. But the result was always the same – Ace was gone, and you were left devastated.

Despite the countless failures, you refused to give up. Each time you returned to the present, you found the strength to try again. The memory of Ace's smile, his laughter, and the love you shared fueled your determination.

With each attempt, you became more skilled, strategizing and planning to change the future. You sought allies, found new ways to approach the battles, and worked tirelessly to save Ace.

It was an arduous journey, and the pain of loss never lessened, but with each attempt, you grew stronger emotionally. You learned to cherish every moment you had with Ace, even in the face of the impending tragedy.

Your resolve was unyielding, and you would continue to try until you succeeded. No matter how many times you had to go through the loss, you wouldn't stop fighting for the chance to rewrite destiny and save Ace from his tragic fate.

Or so you'd hope...

On your 53rd attempt, the weight of the countless failures and the never-ending cycle of loss made you question if saving Ace at this particular war was even possible or if it was meant to happen. Doubt and despair gnawed at your heart as you wondered if your efforts were in vain, and if fate had a different plan for Ace's life. The constant battle against time and fate left you weary, and you began to wonder if there was a way to change the course of events without repeating the same tragic outcome. Nevertheless, you couldn't bear to give up on Ace, and the love you held for him spurred you to keep searching for a way to alter destiny and bring him to safety.

You made a difficult decision not to go back to the past. The weight of countless failures and the toll it took on your heart made you realize that maybe some things were beyond your control. You couldn't bear the thought of repeating the same tragic events again and again, and so you chose to let go of the past and focus on the present.

In an unexpected turn of events, you found yourself on Women Island with Luffy and Jinbe, accompanied by the Hearts Pirate. The circumstances brought a mix of relief and curiosity.

Did you give up? No. Why did you not regress... you needed answers.

Not a single word came from you since Ace's death. Not when Shanks came, not when Blackbeard came. Nothing.

"Y/N?" An unexpected figure appeared before you—Rayleigh, your former crewmate.

You look at Rayleigh with a mix of shock and exhaustion written all over your face. He could sense that you had gone through a lot, and he could see that you had regressed emotionally due to the repeated attempts.

"So? How many?" Rayleigh asked with genuine concern in his voice.

Taking a moment to gather yourself, you respond, "Fifty-three..."

"Why are you here now? Did you give up?" Rayleigh asked, concern evident in his voice.

You shook your head, "No, I haven't given up. I just needed some time to gather my thoughts and emotions. The past attempts... they were overwhelming, and I needed to take a step back. And I have a question to ask you."

"You knew I'd be here?" Rayleigh inquired.

"No, I've always went back after Ace passed." you explained. "The question I had was for Luffy, but I think it's better if I ask you."

Rayleigh nodded, giving you his full attention. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, "I'm going to go back in time and kill Teach before he got the fruit."

He looked at you, "That's not a question."

You took a deep breath before sharing your plan with Rayleigh. "I've thought about it a lot, and I believe the key to preventing all of this from happening lies with Blackbeard—Marshall D. Teach. If I go back to the past again, before he acquires the power of the Yami Yami no Mi, I can stop him from ever becoming the dangerous force he is now."

Rayleigh listened attentively, his expression serious. "Changing the course of events involving a powerful figure like Blackbeard is a dangerous and unpredictable. Are you sure you're willing to take that risk?"

"There's a reason I've only been going back in time during Ace's release instead of going ahead with the plan. Altering the past would have far-reaching consequences, not only for Blackbeard but also for all the relationships and bonds. The thought of potentially losing or changing those connections weighed heavily. I'm going to end up playing God on people."

"I understand your concern," Rayleigh replied, his expression gentle. "Changing the past is a serious decision, and it's natural to worry about the impact it might have on your relationships. But you must also consider the possibility of preventing great pain and suffering. If you can save Ace and countless others from the tragedies that await, it might be worth the risk. You are the one with the power, if you want to do it. Why should you not?"

You look at him again and smile. You get up.

Marking your 54th attempt on saving Ace.

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New Flame - FemReader x Leo Valdez Part 2

Please read part 1 before this one (:

TW: the F-words and a little of bullying but that about it (no smut, yet)

Anger. That's what you felt as you walked through the threshold of Aphrodite cabin. You sat on the bed that Piper said was now yours staring at the wall mentally throwing up at the excessive amount of pink decor.

"I'm so happy you're a child of Aphrodite" Piper said sitting down next to you on the bed. You managed a smile but you know that it looked forced. "What's wrong?" She asked, " you look upset."

"It's nothing really" you said, realizing that you would probably come off as petty and self centered.

"Tell me" Piper said, placing her hand on your arm.

"It's just," you sigh, "this is really important to me, and no one noticed. No one cared" And then, as if on cue, Drew and the rest of Aphrodite cabin walked in.

"Can you believe that he got a girl like that?" Drew said to the crowd behind her.

"Yeah, I don't know what he had to do to get someone that good looking," said a son of Aphrodite. Then Drew stopped and looked at Piper and me.

"What is she doing here?" Drew asked.

"Y/n's a daughter of Aphrodite, she just got claimed." Piper said standing up.

Drew laughed, "Piper you're truly turning into quite the jokester, but she can leave now."

"I'm not joking," Piper said, coming to your defense.

"And why do you hate me?" You say finally speaking up, "if you really don't want to share a cabin with me you could go sleep in the big house instead" Drew flushed bright red and clenched her fists. The rest of the campers that had come In with her filed into the cabin chuckling at their flustered cabin mate.

"Nice one" Piper said holding out her hand for a high five and you happily oblige.The next morning you wake up early, before the sun had come up. After trying, and failing, to fall back asleep you decide to take a walk around camp. You tug on your new bright orange cabin 10 shirt and quietly open the door to the crisp morning air. You breathe in, letting the perfume of pine and strawberries waft into your nose. You smile, you always loved the scent of strawberries. The morning silence was broken by crashes and bangs of metal on metal. And stepping into the clearing was none other than Leo Valdez. Great. He was carrying a large bronze wing in his arms. It looked heavy and you wondered how he could carry that without collapsing. Following him was the large metallic dragon Festus. He creaked Morse code at Leo.

"I know, I know" Leo was saying, " I'm sorry" you took a few steps forwards. You were planning on ignoring him, but your interest had peaked. What was "Mr. Popular" doing up so early? "What do you mean its my fault!" Leo demanded after a few moments of silence. You chuckled a bit at the Crack in his voice. Sometimes you forgot we were all still teenagers. Everyone at camp had to grow up fast. Leo turned slightly and the two of you locked eyes. "Uhh sorry, was I being loud."

"No, no need to apologize" for this, you think. "I just forgot to do something earlier" you say realizing the opportunity suddenly put in front of you.

"And what was that" he asks, the corner of his mouth quirked up, you force yourself to look away. You walk towards him and wind your arm, and throw it forward into his upper arm.

"Oww, fuck" he said dropping the wing and clutching his arm. "I thought you weren't going to punch me" he said looking up at her from his hunched over position, cradling his arm.

"Well now I do have a reason" you said crossing your arms.

"And what reason is that?" He asked with a bit of spite in his voice. You shook your head and turned away

"Asshole" you mutter under you breath. But once you're back in your cabin you can't help but picture the tug at his lips and the depth of his eyes.

#leo valdez #x yn #x reader #pjo fandom #rick riordan #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #kane chronicles #magnus chase #smut fanfiction #pjo memes #pjo fanfic #read riordan #riordan books

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 1: The First Crack

Spider couldn’t be happier to be away from the sky people’s monstrosity of Bridgehead City.  He was stretched out on a soft, mossy branch.  The wind was cooling the sweat sticking to his skin and small patches of sun moved across his freshly painted stripes as the leaves shifted above him.  He didn’t do as good a job as he normally would.  The reincarnated goon squad he was leading through the forest never gave him enough time to properly repaint them, but they weren’t the issue this time. 

He had a pounding headache.  It started as just a tiny prickling sensation on the right side, more towards the forehead above the eye, but now it was pulsing through his entire skull.  The pressure from his mask was making it worse but it’s not like he could take it off.  He was taking slow breaths to combat the growing pain in his head to the sound of Kiri’s voice counting.  He was close to smiling at the thought of his best friend when he was harshly brought back to reality… 

“Kid!” Quaritch barked from the ground down below.  The reincarnated father figure looked pissed.  Hands on his hips and glaring up at Spider with his ears back and tail whipping back and forth.  “I distinctly remember telling you to stay in eyesight.” 

Spider let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes.  He kind of regretted it because even the eye roll made his headache worse.  He closed his eyes and stayed sprawled out on the branch, “What’s your problem, old man?  I didn’t run off.  Not my fault you’re all slow as fuck…” 

Quaritch growled low in his throat.  So, it was going to be one of those days?  The moody, obnoxious version of his genetic predecessor’s teenage son was who they had to deal with. Just that morning, the kid had been light-hearted and joking around.  Fantastic… 

“Watch your mouth, kid.” Quaritch scolded, “You may think you’re grown but cursing doesn’t make you sound older.  Just makes you sound like a punk.  And it’s either ‘sir’ or ‘colonel’, you read me?” 

Spider didn’t say anything.  He just laid on the branch, his feet hanging off and swinging as he ignored Quaritch. 

“You read me, boy?” Quaritch repeated, louder and angrier. 

This made the teen say something in Na’vi, probably another curse word, as he sat up and glared down at Quaritch.  He held up his hands in mock surrender and spoke with a fake exaggerated submissive tone, “I read you loud and clear, sir, wouldn’t want that old school ass whippin’ you keep pretending is a threat.” 

“You willing to take that chance?” Quaritch snarled.  Spider went quiet at this but still had that antagonizing look on his face.  “Get down here.  Now.” 

Reluctantly, the boy listened.  He was grumbling in Na’vi the whole way down and dropped down the last few feet.  But something threw him off and he wobbled, putting a hand on the tree trunk before he fell.  The impact of landing made his head flash with pain and his free hand clutched the side of his head.  He felt a large hand catch his elbow as he did this. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Spider snapped, smacking Quaritch’s hand away.  But the motion caused him to spin too far and land his back against the tree. He was glaring at the recom with complete malice. 

Despite the lecture about cursing he just gave and obvious hostility, Quaritch couldn’t care less as an instinctual fear rushed him when he saw the human boy almost collapse.  He held out his hands placatingly and spoke softly, “Easy, kid, easy…you good?” 

Spider looked up at the recom as the extra head pains subsided.  Quaritch did look genuinely concerned.  He exhaled slowly and answered quietly as he looked away, feeling a bit bad for the way he snapped at him but too proud to apologize.  “Yea…I’m good.  Sir.” 

Quaritch nodded, not completely convinced the boy was as good as he claimed but didn’t push it when the rest of the team started to arrive at the location. 

“Great, the rest of the skxwang squad survived…” Spider said, crossing his arms in a huff as he leaned against the tree. 

“You can’t get rid of us that easily, kiddo.” Wainfleet said with a chuckle when the teen rolled his eyes and shook his head.  Spider had said that Na’vi word enough times for them to know it was an insult. But he was still just a kid, so the squad took his teenage angst with a grain of salt. 

Quaritch checked his watch then looked to the group, “Less than an hour until eclipse.  We’ll call it a day and set up camp.” 

The colonel received dutiful responses from his team while Spider just plopped himself off to the side and watched.  His argument from day one had been that he didn’t bring in any of the gear so why should he have to help them set up?  But on more than one occasion, he did assist unprompted by telling them to set up shelter in a place with more coverage when he knew a flash storm was coming.  Or which trees were better to anchor the tarp to since they almost tied it down to one that secretes a defensive paralytic sap shortly after contact. 

But he wasn’t helping this time.  Or speaking, for that matter.  Spider just sat on the ground against a root, his knees up and leaning his head in his right hand. It felt like he had insects crawling around in his skull.  He massaged his temple when really he wanted to claw it open to alleviate the itch at the source. 

“Spider, are you alright?” a voice interrupted his daze.  It was the medic.  Ja, if Spider remembered correctly?  He knew all their names but didn’t bother to remember which face they went with.  Why bother?  Spider wasn’t planning to stay with these people all that long…if only he could figure out how to ditch the damn tracker in his mask. 

“Yea…” Spider grumbled.  He didn’t like any of the recoms, for obvious reasons, but he only had major issues with Miles Quaritch.  The colonel took him on as his responsibility, so the others didn’t engage with or scold him much. 

“You have a headache?” Ja prodded.  The medic paused gathering kindling for a fire, despite how many times Spider told them they didn’t need them at night. All sky people, even the recoms, were all the same. 

“Wow, good diagnosis…is that all it takes to be a healer on Earth?” Spider said back in a heavily sarcastic tone. 

“Hey!” Quaritch snapped, pointing at him from where he was helping anchor the tarp, “Show some respect or I’ll teach it to you.” 

Spider wrapped his arms around his knees and glared at the ground, going quiet. 

“Just tell me if you do, alright?” Ja said softer.  Good thing he was the medic for the squad because Quaritch had terrible bedside manners.  “I have medication that can help.” 

“Human meds?” Spider asked curiously, looking at Ja with just his eyes. 

“Yes.” Ja said with a nod, “You’re human.  Needed to be prepared for anything.” 

Spider grumbled a ‘thanks’ and Ja nodded again before going back to collecting firewood.  It was such a boy scout thing to say.  Jake and Norm had told the kids stories about when they were young and both had been in troops.  Which Spider and the Sully boys compared to their normal upbringing.  The thought that humans didn’t learn to make fires, track, archery, and anything that was part of Na’vi life was just strange.  Lo’ak really got himself in trouble that day when he called the humans ‘pussies’ for not knowing that stuff…which led to a long investigation to where the boys learned that word. 

He didn’t think he would fall asleep, but Spider definitely lost time.  He opened his eyes with a jolt to see it was already dark, the fire was lit, and the recoms were sitting around eating their poor excuse for Na’vi diet rations.  Glancing down, he saw his own sad excuse for dinner in front of him with a canteen of water. 

“Did our little baby boy enjoy his nap before dinner?” Zdinarsk joked when she saw him wake up from across the clearing.  Everyone except Quaritch shared a laugh.  The colonel was too busy looking at Spider with concern deep in his eyes. 

“I wasn’t sleeping…” Spider growled quietly as he tore open the powdered meal and added water.  These meal packs were disgusting but he was also starving.  When he came to a little more, he’d go see if he could find some safe fruit or greens to eat. 

“You sure as hell weren’t awake either.” Quaritch said as he got up from his place with the squad and moved to sit next to the boy.  “Had to check for a pulse.” 

Spider looked up at Quaritch.  Confused as all hell.  Was he joking or did someone actually touch him and he didn’t wake up?  He’d always been a heavy sleeper; it was hard not to become one given all the sounds of Hell’s Gate and then High Camp at night.  But surely he would have woken up if someone touched him to check his pulse. 

“I know it’s not your favorite but eat up, kid.” Quaritch said, laying his arm across the glowing moss-covered root behind Spider’s head. 

“Yea…sure…” Spider agreed, massaging the bag of powdered rations and water until it turned into an unappetizing sludge.  He let out a breath, took in a big one, then slid his mask up to tip a mouthful of the passable sustenance straight from the metallic pouch.  He grimaced at the taste as he replaced his mask.  “...gross…” 

Quaritch chuckled and nodded in agreement, “Can’t argue with that.  But it’ll keep you going.” 

Spider sighed and slumped back against the root, holding the pouch in his lap.  He scratched at his right temple again.  By Eywa, this headache would not go away!  A few minutes went by as he and the colonel sat in silence, watching the rest of the recoms talk and laugh amongst themselves before it was time to sleep and start patrols. 

“Hey.” Quaritch said gently, tapping Spider’s shoulder, “Finish that.  And then I think you should hit the hay.” 

Spider stared at him with a blank stare. Quaritch used a lot of metaphors and Earth references he’d never heard before... 

“It means go to sleep…” Quaritch said, explaining the expression.  He got a normal Spider eye roll and the boy didn’t comply. He sighed and his ears went back as he continued, “Don’t give me that shit, you need to eat and sleep.” 

“Why do you care?” Spider asked, sounding annoyed and turning halfway to stare up at the colonel with narrow eyes. 

“Ya know, if you have to ask then you clearly didn’t have anyone lookin’ out for you in your younger years.” Quaritch deduced.  What little they knew about the son of Miles Quaritch and Paz Socorro was that he was orphaned after the assault on the Tree of Souls, too young for cryosleep so he stayed on Pandora, and raised by traitorous humans and savage Na’vi. 

“I had plenty of people looking out for me, thanks.” Spider growled and glared back at the fire. 

“Oh yea, I can see it now…” Quaritch said, holding out the arm that wasn’t behind Spider’s head and waving his hand, “Human boy raised by traitors to humanity because he was the stray that got left behind.” 

“I’m a stray because of you.” Spider snapped, not looking up. 

“You’re a stray because of your FATHER.  Not me, remember?” Quaritch said coolly, looking at the boy’s angry profile.  “Don’t worry, kid, I’ll make sure you get sorted out properly once we find Sully.” 

Spider scoffed with a laugh, “You’re not going to find Jake.” 

“He might be runnin’ but we’ll find him, kid.  Maybe you’ll get one last reunion since he clearly didn’t care to come get you himself.” Quaritch said. 

The teen’s hands tightened on the ration bag, crinkling and causing it to almost spill out the top.  Quaritch stared down at him for a second then cleared his throat. 

“Just focus on eating and being a good guide.  Leave Jake Sully to me…” Quaritch said, his patience trying to get the kid to eat his damn meal wearing thin. 

“You’re nothing like Jake.” Spider started.  Clearly the kid wasn’t ready to give it up yet.  “Jake is a leader, a REAL leader.  He’s Olo’eyktan and Toruk Makto.  He has the respect of the Na’vi.  A loyalty you would never understand.” 

“Loyalty, my ass…he took advantage of some native folktale.  If they knew how he got to where he is now, he wouldn’t have any loyalties.  ESPECIALLY yours.” Quaritch said as he educated the boy.  Spider probably only knew the false narrative of the big bad RDA and the poor Na’vi.  “He betrayed the human race, kid, no way around it.” 

“Bullshit!”, Spider spat back. 

“Language, boy.” Quaritch warned quickly before moving on, “You’ll see soon enough that Sully is no hero and he ain’t ever looked out for you the way I am now.” 

“Looked out for me………?” Spider asked quietly.  Quaritch thought that was the end of it until the boy threw the rations to the ground and rounded completely on him as he jumped up to his feet.  “LOOKED OUT FOR ME?!  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” 

It was like a switch went off in Spider and none of the recoms were ready for it.  Quaritch stared at the boy wide-eyed from shock while the rest of the squad turned in his direction.  But the colonel’s shock turned to the defense quickly as Quaritch held up a solid hand to catch any fists thrown his way while getting to his feet, “Spider. You need to calm down.” 

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Spider screamed, his head ticking to the right as he put his hand shot up to it, “THE ONLY PERSON YOU LOOK OUT FOR IS YOUR GODDAMN SELF!  WHEN WE FIRST MET, YOU CARED SO FUCKING MUCH ABOUT HURTING JAKE, YOU SHOT ME OUT OF TREE!   I COULD HAVE DIED!  WHAT IF MY MASK CRACKED?!  WHAT IF I BROKE MY NECK OR HIT MY HEAD?!” 

“Starting to think you did, kid, chill out!” Wainfleet said as he approached to support the colonel if the teen started lashing out physically.   

“YOU LET THEM TORTURE ME!” Spider continued, completely undeterred by being closed in by the other recoms, “YOU LET THEM HURT ME!  TORTURE ME!  CRACK OPEN MY HEAD WITH THAT FUCKING DEMON MACHINE!  AND THEN!  AND THEN AT THE END OF IT, GAVE ME ONE REAL CHOICE TO GET AWAY FROM THAT HELL!  DIE AT THE HANDS OF THE SCIENTISTS OR OUT HERE WITH YOU!” 

“Spider, calm down before I make you.” Quaritch warned one last time.  He was holding his resolve firm but in truth, he was terrified by this outburst.  He and Spider had talked about Sully a few times and the boy had never responded so violently. 

“Don’t…fucking…CALL ME THAT!!!” Spider said, his head ticking again and pain washing over his face. 

“What the fuck am I supposed to call you then?!” the colonel shouted back.  If there was any wildlife watching them from the shadows, they sure as hell weren’t now. 

Spider went quiet.  His throat was sore from screaming and warm blood started trickling down from his nose.  He tasted the salt on his lips but didn’t even seem to notice by the way he continued to glare at Quaritch. 

“…Miles.” Spider said.  Everyone was confused, exchanging looks and shrugs. 

“You said no one calls you that.” Quaritch reminded him, another take away from their first meeting.  He’d been hurt deep down that the boy didn’t want the moniker given to him by his parents, but a nickname was the least of his concerns after learning about his upbringing. 

“Yea?  Well, SOMEONE with that name has to protect him…” Spider said cryptically.  Blood was now streaming from both nostrils and he winced as he closed his eyes, clutching his dreadlocks now from the pain ringing in his head. 

“Say that again…?” Quaritch asked quietly, “Protect who…?” 

The boy before him stood tall and proud but it made him sway too.  His body was giving out.  The stress this fracturing persona was causing was too much.  He started to collapse, caught by Quaritch’s strong blue arms, and whispering one more word before his world went dark. 

“…Spider…” 

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Fourteen: Heart to Heart

Summary: Loki and Sigyn finally have the grown-up conversation he's been trying to avoid.

Word Count: 5325

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Fluff, making out

Chapter Index

Loki worked distractedly in his office until the clock signaled midday. Anticipation caused his fingers to shake as he quickly gathered his papers and called for his assistant, Karl.

“Your Highness,” he bowed.

“I have a very important lunch date with two very important women. So, I will entrust you to ensure these get where they need to go.” He handed the stack of paperwork over. “Inform anyone who may come looking for me that I will not be back today.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Enjoy your day, sir.”

“Thank you. We will see how it goes.” Loki locked the office door behind him and started heading toward the small dining room on the other side of the palace. He was practically jogging by the time he reached the doors. 

‘Calm down, breathe.’

He took a few minutes to compose himself before making his way inside. He ran his fingers through this hair a few times and straightened his clothes. He conjured a large bouquet of primrose in soft shades of light yellow and baby pink and slowly opened the door.

Frigga and Sigyn were sipping tea in the receiving room. Sigyn’s gown was ivory. Her dress had a boat neck and long, thin sleeves. Her hair was pinned up in a twist, adorned with pearl-encrusted combs. Loki was greeted by the sight of Sigyn’s graceful neck and shoulders from behind as he entered the room. His breath caught in his throat, and he feared his knees might give out.

“Loki!” Sigyn’s face lit up as she set her teacup down and stood up.

He stood there gaping at her awkwardly before Frigga cleared her throat.

Loki flushed and bowed to the Queen, “Mother.”

Sigyn curtsied to Loki, “Your Highness.”

“Lady Sigyn.” He placed a kiss on the back of her hand. These are for you.”

Sigyn accepted the bouquet with a wide smile, “Oh, thank you. These remind me of home. Primrose grows wild in the North.” She brought the flowers up to her face and inhaled deeply, “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

A light pink blush rose to his cheeks. “Perhaps.”

“Please come and join us.” Frigga motioned to the chair opposite Sigyn.

“Yes, thank you, Mother.” Loki kissed Frigga’s cheek and settled into his seat while the maid poured the tea.

“I did not think you would mind if I invited my son to lunch with us,” Frigga asked Sigyn.

Sigyn’s cheeks were flushed, and she was grinning while staring at her flowers in her lap, “Not at all, Your Majesty. I…” she peeked a glance at Loki, “I am delighted he is here. This was a charming surprise. Thank you.”

“Wonderful.” Frigga picked up her teacup and sipped, “I would just like to say that I am so pleased that the two of you get along so well.”

Loki smiled at Sigyn, “Sigyn is unlike anyone I have ever met. She has my attention.” His smile turned into a wicked grin, “Whether I like it or not.”

Sigyn peeked at Loki from under her lashes and gave him a half smile, “Gee, you really know how to make a girl feel wanted.”

“Wanting you has never been an issue.” Loki’s gaze was almost predatory.

“Right, well, who is ready for lunch?” Frigga motioned for the pair to follow her into the dining room.

“I am famished,” Sigyn said as she touched her stomach.

Loki laughed, “You are always famished.” He placed his hand on her back as she passed him. “Are you certain that you are not infected with a parasite?”

“Quite certain. My mother had me tested.” Sigyn settled into her seat as Loki pushed her chair in. He paused briefly and quirked an eyebrow up. He was unsure if she was joking or not. He looked to Frigga for guidance. She gave a little shrug in response. He laughed as he walked around to his seat across the table.

“So, Sigyn, tell me about your training with Lady Sif. How is that coming along?” Frigga asked.

“Oh, it has been wonderful. Sif is such a great teacher. She has such a wealth of knowledge. Not only of combat but palace life as well. Among other things.” She blushed slightly.

“Really? Such as?” Frigga pressed.

Sigyn sipped her water, “Oh, you know, just girly things. The latest fashions in the capital and whatnot.” She sent a glance to Loki. He was giving her a knowing smirk.

“I see.” Frigga looked between the pair. “Well, I am happy that you have been able to make friends here.”

“Everyone has been so kind and welcoming to me.”

“Of course, they are. Your charm is indisputable.”

“You do not need to flatter me constantly. My ego is not so fragile, My Prince.”

“Who is flattering? I am merely stating facts,” Loki shrugged.

Sigyn gave him a grateful look, “Regardless, it has made it a lot easier to picture myself making a home here.”

Loki’s heart squeezed in his chest, ‘She could be happy living here. I could make her happy here.’

He gave his head a little shake to clear it. “You are not sad about leaving your father’s home? What about your life in the North?”

Sigyn ran her fingertips lightly over her bouquet now resting on the table beside her. She looked a little gloomy as she said, “There isn’t much left for me there. My friends have been married off and moved away. My brothers are gone. I will miss my parents, I am sure, but I am ready to start the next chapter of my life.” She brightened a little and looked at Loki, “It is time to start looking to the future.”

“That is right,” Frigga patted her hand. “That reminds me, Loki, I will need you to make yourself available to the Household Manager sometime this week.” Loki looked confused. “You need to tell him which apartment you want to move into.”

“What is wrong with my current chambers?”

“Loki, it is a bachelor’s apartment. It only has one bed chamber. Far too small for a married couple.”

“She is one small woman; how much more space is needed?’

“You saw the number of trunks she arrived with. Where would she keep her things?” 

“I do own an embarrassing amount of clothing, Your Highness.”

Loki never considered that he would have to move out of his current chambers. He had lived there for centuries. He frowned, “Let me check my schedule.” Frigga and Sigyn exchanged a look.

“It should not be an issue to look at a few apartments this week.” He added a bit more enthusiastically. “As long as Sigyn can accompany me, that is.”

“I can hardly wait,” Sigyn smiled at him.

Loki returned her smile. ‘My pretty wife.’

“Whoa…” he said out loud. He pressed his hand over his thundering heart.

“Loki!” Sigyn shot out of her seat, “Are you all right? What is the matter?”

He threw his hands up, “I am fine. I am okay.” He motioned for her to sit.

She slowly returned to her seat, “What happened?”

He looked at his mother; she was studying him cautiously.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you.” He smiled between the two women to reassure them, “This all just became very real suddenly.”

“Oh,” Sigyn extended her hand across the table, “Are you sure you are all right?”

Loki took her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, “Better than I deserve.”

Frigga pretended to adjust her napkin in her lap so she could blink away the tears that were threatening to spill.

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After lunch, the trio made their way back to the sitting room.

“This has been lovely, but I must take my leave.” The Queen kissed Loki’s cheek and pulled Sigyn in for a hug. “The second part of my surprise: an hour of privacy. You two may stay here and talk. Sigyn, I will be back to collect you in an hour. Loki,” she gave him a pointed look, “remember your promise. I trust you.”

Loki held his hands up in defense, “I am not the one here you need to be warning.”

Sigyn scoffed and started fiddling with her bracelet.

“Fine. This warning is for both of you, then. I may change my mind and return sooner. Do not make me regret this.”

“I will behave, Your Majesty.” Sigyn sunk into a deep curtsey, “I appreciate you arranging this for us.”

“As do I, Mother. Thank you,” Loki bowed.

“You are welcome. I will not be too far.” Frigga said in warning as she exited to the hallway.

The door closed, and Loki looked over to Sigyn standing beside him. He was suddenly very aware that they were now alone behind a closed door. He swallowed hard, “Did you enjoy your lunch?”

“Yes, it was lovely.” She averted her eyes and fiddled with her bracelet. “I had no idea the queen was so cunning. She was wise to omit her plan's full details to me. I would have been extra nervous while getting ready today.”

“Nervous? Do I make you uneasy, Sigyn?”

“No. Not uneasy. I always get butterflies when I know I will see you.” She smiled at him sweetly, “You may have noticed; I find you very attractive.”

“Really? Is that why you tried to seduce me in the field yesterday?”

“I already apologized for that,” Sigyn blushed.

Loki laughed, “Come sit on the sofa with me. There is something I wish to discuss with you.”

“This feels ominous. Should I be worried?”

Loki kissed her hand as he led her across the room. “Not at all. I want you to help me understand something.” He deposited her at one end of the sofa and then took a seat on the other end, leaving quite a bit of space between them.

“I already do not like this,” Sigyn said as she noticed the distance he put between them.

“A temporary measure, I assure you. I have much to say and do not wish to be distracted.”

Sigyn grinned, “I distract you, Your Highness?” Her eyes were full of mischief. A faint green light danced behind her irises.

“Constantly. Even when you are on the opposite side of the palace from me, thoughts of you interrupt my work. When I close my eyes to sleep at night, your face greets me in my dreams. Just last night, I dreamed of chasing you through that grassy field. Your laughter still echoed in my ears as my chambermaid woke me for breakfast.”

“Loki…” she swallowed hard. She moved to scoot down the couch and close the distance between them.

“No, Sigyn. Please. Just stay over there. Let me get out all that I want to say in the precious time that we have in private here.”

“Very well.” Sigyn resigned herself to her side of the sofa again.

“If we finish talking before my mother comes back to retrieve you, if you would like, I will kiss you senseless until she arrives.”

Sigyn carefully removed her shoes, leaned back into the corner of the sofa, and tucked her feet under herself, “I agree to your terms.” She propped one arm on the back of the couch and rested her head against her hand. “Continue.”

“Thank you.” He sat and stared at her for a moment. ‘Norns, I just want to eat her up.’ He shook his head to clear it. He needed to stay on task.

It was now or never. The next hour would determine if he would start preparations for the wedding or if he would be bidding Sigyn farewell and dealing with the backlash that came with a broken betrothal contract.

As soon as Frigga told him about her lunch plans, Loki retreated to his bedroom and pulled out his journal. He wrote for hours, letting his complex internal wavering flow from the nib of his pen to the parchment beneath it.

He desired her. That was easy enough for him to sort out. And she made it clear that she wanted him too. He had no doubt in his mind they would be compatible physically. But he knew himself well enough to know that great sex wouldn’t be enough to keep him invested in the marriage long-term.

She was smart and perceptive. It would be unlikely that he could pursue interests outside the marriage without her catching on and making his life Hel.

What was it about her that even had him considering taking those vows? She was witty, playful, intelligent; to be sure. But there was something else about her. Something he had no name for. There was a voice inside his head that already knew her as his own. That already called her ‘wife’. That knew she was home before ever hearing her voice.

Loki being Loki could not accept such a thing so easily. He had to serve penance and write for half the night. Write down all the reasons why his instincts were wrong and debate with himself why none of those arguments held water.

Eventually, as exhaustion was setting in, he settled on a list of questions for Sigyn and committed them to memory in preparation for today’s visit.

“As I was saying, you do distract me. It is even worse when I can see you. I can barely take my eyes off you when we are in the same room together. This is an extraordinary situation for me to be in. I have never once felt the gravity of another person like I do with you. You are smart, funny, kind, adventurous, beautiful, and sexier than any one person has any right to be.

“Hel, even your scent calls to me. You have turned my life upside down. I dream about you. I miss you when we are not together. I care about your happiness.” He looked into her eyes as his practiced speech devolved into frenzied rambling, “You are perfect. I am not good enough for you. I have done things I am not proud of. It would be best if you were not forced to marry me. I-”

“No one forces me to do anything I do not want.” She leveled him with a look that was all business. “No one is forcing me to marry you. My father came to me with the betrothal proposition. I had the option to decline.

“While they were guests in our home, I spent time with your mother and father, not as the King and Queen, but as your parents. I know what I signed up for.

Confusion crowded his mind, “What do you get out of this? Money? Fame? I do not understand why you would agree to marry me.”

Sigyn scoffed, “Do you think any of that matters to me?” She leaned forward, “I am already wealthy. I do not need your money. I have enough gold in my personal coffers to last ten lifetimes. And what would I be famous for? Hmm? Warming your bed? Half of the realm would be famous if that were the case.” Sigyn crossed her arms in frustration.

“That was rude of me. I am sorry.” He looked at his hands, embarrassed at himself for assuming the worst of her.

“For the record, I’ve only bedded a quarter of the realm, not half.” He looked at her and grinned, “If we were to include the other eight realms, well, that’s when we start looking at some huge numbers.”

Sigyn snorted a laugh and rolled her eyes. “Of course, accuracy is important. We dare not forget the other realms.” They sat quietly for a moment.

“None of that matters to me.” Sigyn shrugged her shoulders, “Who am I to judge? It makes sense. You were introduced to carnal pleasure at a very young age. You feel like it is the only thing you have to offer someone, the only thing you are good for.”

Loki shook his head and breathed deeply, “Sigyn, I…” He did not know how to finish that sentence. He looked up from his hands and saw her face. It was soft, kind, and full of warmth and understanding.

“Sigyn, with the exception of my current one, I have bedded every chambermaid I have ever employed.”

“I see.” She spun her bracelet around her wrist, “Is that a practice you plan on continuing?”

He shook his head, “No! Norns, no. It was more a matter of convenience and not thinking of those women as people with feelings. I never saw the harm I was doing until recently. I thought I was innocent of wrongdoing because I paid them extra coins for their extra services. I see now how inappropriate it was.” He looked down at his hands in his lap, “And I did not limit myself to the chambermaids.”

“Were all of these affairs consensual?”

“Explicitly!” Loki looked at her wide-eyed, “I may be an insufferably arrogant rogue, but I am no monster.”

“I believe you.” She gave him a gentle smile, “Are there any more sins you would like to confess?”

“Is that not enough to make you hate me?”

She rolled her eyes, “Are you trying to make me hate you?”

“No,” he said quietly. “I just want you to know what kind of man you agreed to marry.”

“I told you before; your life before I met you is none of my business.”

Loki shook his head, “How am I so lucky to have met you?”

“Can I tell you something kind of silly?” she asked sheepishly.

“Of course.”

“My whole life, as far back as I can remember, there has been a portrait of the royal family hanging in my father’s hall. I believe it is customary in all the great houses. It reminds the Lords of whom they serve, like the King is always watching over everyone.  I distinctly remember standing in that hall and staring at that portrait: the King, the Queen, and their two princes.”

“I remember detesting sitting for those damn things.”

“One day, I was still very young, living in the nursery. I was playing hide and seek with my best friend, Kaarina. She found me standing in the middle of the hall, staring at the portrait. She started fussing at me that I was not playing the game right. I informed her, mind you, none too politely, that we were done playing the hiding game and would play a new one.

“We were going to pretend to be princesses. ‘You can only be a princess if you are born to the king or marry a prince,’ she told me. That is when I told her, ‘I am going to marry Prince Loki.’” Sigyn smiled, and Loki laughed, “I remember how confused she was. She said, ‘But Siggy if you marry Prince Thor, you will be queen one day.’ I told her that I did not care. I wanted to marry Prince Loki.”

Sigyn stood, walked over to the wet bar, and poured herself a glass of wine. Loki followed her with his eyes as she moved through the room. “Can I pour you a drink?”

“No, thank you.” Loki watched as she sipped from her glass.

“Very well.” She made her way back to the end of the sofa. “So, Kaarina and I would play pretend princesses every day. I was married to Prince Loki; she was married to Prince Thor. We threw pretend feasts. Fastened bed sheets around our shoulders to make wedding dress trains. Our double wedding was very opulent. All my dolls served as wedding guests.” She smiled at the memory, traced her finger over the rim of her glass, then took another sip.

Loki chuckled and waited for her to continue, enthralled by her story and curious where it was headed.

“My mother almost fainted one day when she found the pair of us playing in the house with cushions stuffed up our dresses, pretending we were pregnant with heirs.”

“I bet that was a sight to see, two wee girls with imaginary husbands and big tummies running through the halls.”

“We used to get up to all kinds of things, Kaarina and I, mostly at the behest of my older brothers and his friends. They would get us into all kinds of trouble. Did you know they were twins? Gunnar and Geir?” Loki shook his head. “My father called them ‘double trouble.’ Identical. They used to pull so many pranks.” She was quiet for a moment. “They were born together, and they died together. Younger than I am now.” She took a few more drinks of her wine, staring at the window.

Loki smiled, “I think I could have been good friends with your brothers.”

Sigyn nodded and took another sip of her wine. “But I digress. My point is… what is my point? I do not have a point.” She set her wine glass on the side table.

“I have always felt this connection to you. I do not know if it is fate, the Norns?” She shrugged her shoulders, “I do not know. I cannot know for sure, but when I finally met you, something inside me became whole. Like a piece of myself had been missing for a long time, and I didn’t even realize it was gone until I heard your voice.”

“Sigyn…”

“Look, I know that this betrothal blindsided you. It was hardly fair for them to spring it on you as they did. Just know that some part of me always knew I would be your wife. I have been preparing for it my whole life. Loki…” Sigyn took a deep breath, “Look at me. I am marrying you because I want to. You intrigue me. We have a lot in common. We have the same interests. You make me laugh. I want to be a good wife for you. I want to help you oversee my father’s lands when the time comes. I want to carry your babies.”

Loki inhaled sharply and covered his mouth with his hand. A wave of emotion hit him square in his chest.

“When my father came to me with the proposition, I was not surprised. I was expecting it.”

Loki pressed his head to the back of the couch and closed his eyes, trying to compose himself. They sat quietly for a few minutes as his mind raced. Sigyn finished her wine.

“Please say something,” Sigyn said softly.

“Are you sure you are not a witch? Willing the fates to do your bidding?” He raised his head and gave her a smile.

Sigyn gave Loki a mischievous look, “If only I had that kind of power, Your Highness.”

“Oh, I think you do.” He patted his thigh, “Come here, pretty girl.” Sigyn smiled as she crawled slowly to his end of the sofa. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her across his lap. He cradled her face in his hand. “You have power over me. Your wish is my command.”

“Let me love you. Let me give you what you need.” She leaned over and kissed him. Soft and gentle. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezed him, and kissed him more. Lightly, gently, pouring as much tenderness and love as she could into her kisses. She kissed him for several minutes before pulling away and pressing her forehead against his.

“No one else has ever kissed me like that before; without expectations of me. So tender and sweet.” His eyes were closed.

“I will kiss you every day for the rest of my days if you let me.” She placed a tender kiss atop each of his eyelids.

“You are too good.” He picked her hand up and laced his fingers in hers. “You are willing to love me unconditionally? Me? The prince who will not inherit a kingdom? The prince who has nothing to offer you? The prince who has behaved so wretchedly in the past?”

“You. The prince who makes me laugh. The prince who danced with me for hours. The prince who makes my skin overheat with just a glance. And most importantly, the prince who can conjure snacks out of thin air.”

Loki laughed, “Lady Sigyn, the ever ravenous.”

“You are not wrong.” She lowered her gaze to his lips.

“Do not give me that look, My Lady.”

“You promised to kiss me senseless.”

“I did, on the condition that we were finished talking before my mother returned. There are still some things I want to discuss with you before your mother hides you away again.”

“Very well. Proceed.”

He took a deep breath, “If I do this, marriage, I mean, I want to do it right. I want to be good at it. I received some excellent advice recently: not all happy marriages look the same. I would like to know what you think constitutes a successful union.”

“You would like to find out what I think qualifies as a good husband and see if you could check those boxes before we are married?”

“Yes, that sounds like a decent summary.”

“Fair enough.” Sigyn was thoughtful for a moment. “Well, firstly, I want children and you to be involved in their lives.”

“I have never allowed myself to think about fatherhood until recently, very recently. Like five minutes ago.”

Sigyn fell apart in a fit of giggles. Loki stroked her cheek as she composed herself.

“Like I said, I have never entertained the idea of being a father, but I am willing to do my best. Although, you must understand that I do not have the same relationship with my father that you do with yours. The King needed to produce his heirs and then focus on protecting the Nine. The Allfather was not as loving and as nurturing as your own. I did not have the best example.”

“I understand. I will be there to guide you, but you must understand that when I offer advice, it is not from a place of judgment or criticism but from a place of nurturing that you may not have received. Fair?”

Loki nodded, “Fair. How many children do you want?”

She grinned widely, “As many as you are willing to give me, but I would love a large family.”

“Large as in… three?”

“Large as in large.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek, “But we do not have to think about the number or the planning just yet. We have plenty of time.”

“Okay, children: check. What else?”

She dropped her eyes to where their hands were joined. A slight pink color flushed her cheeks. “Sex?”

“Yes, please. And, rather important for making all those children you want. I thought your nanny told you how that worked?”

“Obviously, I do not plan on letting you get any rest; between feeding me and fucking me, I plan to keep you very occupied.” Loki’s grip on her hip tightened. “What I mean is that there are some things of a sexual nature that I have never experienced. I was hoping you would be open about introducing me to certain things I have only read about in books.”

“S-such as?” Loki’s composure was crumbling. 

Sigyn paused for a moment. “I have never had more than one lover at a time. Would you be willing to invite others to join us? To see if I like it? If we both agree ahead of time?” She smiled at him sweetly.

“You would not consider that infidelity?”

“No. Not if we are together. I would consider it an extension of trust for one another. I would never take a lover behind your back. I would demand the same courtesy from you. I do not think acting out fantasies together is infidelity. We could incorporate it into a healthy marriage if we are both comfortable with it. Besides, I have never had more than one mouth on me at one time. I would love to know how that feels.”

Loki gave her a wicked grin, “Close your eyes, kitten.”

Curious, she closed her eyes. She felt the air shift and the couch dip by her feet. A pair of solid hands picked up her foot and started caressing her. Her eyes flew open, and she saw Loki bending down to place a kiss on the top of her foot while simultaneously feeling Loki kiss her neck under her ear.

“What in the Hel?!”

The second Loki said, “I told you, your wish is my command.” He ran a hand under her dress and up her calf, squeezing her just behind her knee.

“Entrust your fantasies to me, my sweet. I will make your dreams become reality.” The first Loki whispered in her ear.

Sigyn’s head fell back. She clung to Loki’s tunic with both hands and moaned, “Oh my Gods…” She looked between the two of them, “How?”

“Magic.” They both replied in unison as they caressed her independently.

“Do you approve?” the first Loki asked.

Sigyn nodded, her voice lost. She was on fire. White hot heat covered her skin.

“Excellent.”

“Is that...you? Does he feel me too?” She stared at the second Loki.

“It is me, kitten,” the second Loki replied.

“I am one mind in two bodies,” the first Loki added. “I can feel what his body feels and vice versa. Yes, I just felt you flex your calf under his hand.”

“Amazing. I have so many questions.”

“Another time, darling. We are on a tight schedule.” The second Loki dematerialized with a wave of his hand and a flash of green light.

“What other wicked games would you like to try?”

Sigyn paused to compose herself, staring at the spot where Loki had vanished. She took a deep breath, “Well, yesterday in the field was the first time I was ever restrained. It had quite an effect on me. I would like for you to do that again.”

Loki imagined her tied up, naked, and mewling on his bed. “Yes, definitely. I liked that too.” He was squeezing her hip tightly.

“And you would let me bind you as well?”

Loki groaned and buried his face in her neck. “Oh, to be bound and broken at your mercy. My dangerous captor. My beautiful mistress.”

“I will take that as a yes.” She closed her eyes and pulled her fingers through his hair as he placed open-mouth kisses up and down her neck.

“Mm-hmm.” He turned his attention to the other side of her neck.

“Loki… I cannot return from lunch with the Queen with my neck all marked up.” She gently pulled back. Loki’s eyes were dark, his lids hooded.

“I have half a mind not to return you at all.” He pressed himself into her thigh. Sigyn shivered when she felt his rigid length push against her. “But alas, we need to finish our conversation. I told you you were a distraction.” He shifted her to get more comfortable.

“Yes, I recall.” She smiled at him as her fingers played in his hair.

“So where are we on the checklist? I agree to be a good father, not take any lovers behind your back, and give in to all your depraved erotic fantasies…” Sigyn laughed and smacked him on the shoulder, “What else do you desire from your husband?” He squeezed her hand.

She smiled, “Maintain your relationships with your friends and family.”

“Absolutely.”

“Let us both enjoy our personal space without doubts or suspicions.”

“Sounds reasonable.”

“Provide me with snacks regularly.”

“Of course.”

“Take me on wild adventures.”

“The wilder, the better.”

“Dance with me, even if there is no music.”

“We will make our own music.”

“Chase me,” she grinned.

“To the end of the world if I have to,” he grinned back.

“Love me.”

“With every cell in my body. With every fiber of my being.” Loki’s breath caught in his throat, “I love you.”

“As I love you.”

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[kallystah]

~~~ Little Biscuit ~~~ Charlotte Cracker x reader

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It had been a long day in Totto Land, the marshmallow-haired man having had to catch up with a traitor from Mama. He had traveled all over the archipelago to get his hands on him. Did this spy sincerely believe that he would arrive at his destination? What an idiot.

Cracker huffed. He was tired and had wasted an entire afternoon and evening crossing the islands when he could have got on with his administrative work at Sweet Commander.

He opened the door of his home, and entered his apartments. At least the day was over and he could now go to bed in the huge pile of mattresses that made up his shared bed.

He crossed the door of his room, and noticed that in this one, he was missing his roommate. Finally, his wife. He lifted the duvet to see if his baby was just hidden under all the covers, but still no trace.

Where could she have gone? he wondered.

Indeed, Minister Biscuit had been married a few years ago to a charming little human. Finally, he called her small from the height of her three meters seven, but she was still two meter one, crossed by a human and a small giantess about thirty years ago.

The beginnings had been a bit long between the two, but time and actions had passed, thus bringing the two souls closer together. It was now eleven years that they were married, and lived the perfect love.

The young woman named Y/n, had been scared when she heard the news that she would be married to a son of the Charlotte family, she had not been asked her opinion. But after finding out who he was, she had changed her mind and started to believe in her husband.

To return to the present time, the son Charlotte was looking for his companion in his palace. He was starting to worry. His wife wasn't wanted by the Navy, she didn't have any enemies in Totto Land either, people liked her, and it was raining outside, so she wouldn't have come out, so why wasn't she at her sides? Cracker had returned to the living room, the first room he had searched.

- Crack? You are home ? Came a sleepy little voice from the room.

- My cookie! Where have you been? I looked for you in all the palace. He replied hastily.

- I was on the sofa, I was waiting for your return by helping you with your tasks as commanders, but it seems that I fell asleep.

Cracker sighed tenderly, it was only with her that he could be like that. He approached her and took her in his arms.

- Come on, let's go to bed. And please don't touch my commanders business anymore, you don't know how to handle political affairs.

- Hmm. She grumbled, but he was right, she had quickly given up on reviewing an old report. Paperwork wasn't for her.

The two go to their common room. The young woman climbed onto the big bed they shared and took refuge under the covers. All you can see is a vague shape under the quilts that take up half the bed. Then the man joined her, happy to have found his wife and his cozy bed.

He slipped under the huge duvet and formed the large biscuit spoon, the name of the position in which they were, chosen by his wife. He was glued to her, chest against back, and his head above that of the young woman, calmly listening to the rhythm of her breathing.

- You know Crack, she started, the real reason I waited for you all day was because I had something to tell you.

- I'm listening to you. He said, waiting for calm.

- In a few months, we will have little cookies running all over the palace. The woman smiled, her heart appeased at having finally told her.

- Wait, is that really what I think? I will finally have my own family?

He returns to the woman with his arms, in order to see her face. She didn't give him that joke but he couldn't believe her. At this surprise gesture, she let out a laugh.

- Yes my Crackote. I saw the doctor today, she told me three little biscuits would arrive in 8 months.

- Stop calling me that. Oh! It could be the name of one of our children. He resumed with great joy.

- Crack please...

The woman didn't seem to want her children to be named after a treat, too.

- We'll have plenty of time to talk about first names together, as for Mama, we'll let her know in a few days. I want to enjoy this just with you. She finished by approaching her husband, sticking her chest against his chest.

- Anything to make you happy my cookie.

And the two fell asleep with a smile on their lips, each dreaming of a large family and one on the island of cookies.

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[onyourhyuck]

︶꒦꒷♡ Déjà Vu. | l.mk

synopsis; y/n and mark had an one night stand once, it happened again twice coincidentally and now for the third time.

warnings; slight comedy relief, ykyk gotta keep jokes up. mark is a soft dom, y/n is a switch, no protection (wrap ya willy sons), alcohol mention, no clothes.

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you and mark face each other in the awkward silence. remembering his expression the moment he turned around to see who he slept with, it was you again. this situation is already as confusing to grasp as it was but it does not change the fact that out of 500 men of your choice, your drunk self always goes back to this dude you have no idea what his name is either until recently of your second one night stand together. mark sits up on the bed as you do too.

he tried his best to find the right words. it did not work out. “So…this is the third time we’ve woken up like this together and I’m pretty sure that means we can’t call it an one night stand anymore. This is like freakish deja vu all over again.”

you sigh, honestly the hangover headache is annoying you the most now. “maybe you’re just into me and you don’t want to admit it.” y/n would tell the boy who wide eyed glances at you.

“as if, it is probably you! why would i go to you for the third time?” mark defensively said. y/n starts to glare at mark covering her breasts that were exposed with both hands. “how should i know I’m not you.”

“ah wait that’s true… you’re not me.” mark mumbled feeling dumbfounded. “ah whatever, do you want to introduce ourselves to make it less awkward?” you raise your eyebrows at his words, but nod eventually giving in. a name would not hurt the situation.

“mark lee, what about you?” you would grab the hem of the duvet blanket using it to cover your naked body. “y/n.”

another awkward silence. he slightly whines feeling the hungover in the immune system finally take over with its side effects.

“I- well, I don’t remember anything from last night because of the alcohol haha…maybe you do?” mark shakes his head, leaving you dropped speechless. “Ah..do you sleep around often is that why?”

he was slightly stunned by the strong judgement of yours but he shook his head. “nah, i don’t sleep around a lot. mostly when i go out to drink and if i happen to feel like it. what about you, do you sleep around a lot?” you look down, humming along the lines. “uh, same as you but i was expecting you to..sleep around a lot. sorry for my judgement.”

mark scoffs in a joking manner. “nothin wrong with that y/n, can’t be helped especially the situation we are in.” you smile in agreement. “true, do you remember what we did last night then?”

he looks around the room, both of your clothes scattered on the ground, your bag dropped with your makeup, phone and wallet on the floor, shoes at the entrance of the wide open bedroom door. Mark’s bedroom had two large mirrors and wide wardrobe closets, he had a medium size windows with curtains covering them. it was a dark room overall. you rub your head trying to remember what you both did.

“not really.” he replies lowly, y/n sighs, understanding the situation because she is the same as him. probably confused, maybe hating life a little but we won’t speak upon that.

“i mean.. i had a great time.” mark would mutter and you felt a flush on your face. “me too..I’m glad we feel the same way.” his smile that you saw felt very safe and welcoming. he had a kind heart, and he was actually very hot, now that you are sober enough to notice it up close and personal.

“You’re also quite good in bed.” you blurted out suddenly, which were your thoughts originally. y/n would look at him in shock, you were cussing yourself out in your head because of your big mouth, but your eyes moved up only to see mark staring at you deeply already.

mark and you shared eye contact for a minute before you and him lean in. it was more of a balancing feeling between the two because mark noticed the expression in your eyes, it was almost alluring and lustful. he realised how beautiful you were as well the more he leans in.

both lips slowly touch, engulfing in the small ember sparking on light, the spark starts small and only gets bigger because your bodies were engulfing in a deep wakeful embrace of mark holding your body on top of him as you were ready to take him all once again.

“you too” mark would finally tell you in reply to your compliment previously, his voice was husky, he starts feeling your bed hair, sweeping it to the back as you mumbling sweet nothings just randomly based on your feeling of your emotions and body.

“y’know this must be destiny from god.. to see you three times in a row.” y/n would blabber in between the makeout that broke and rejoined once again, he hums liking the way you felt, somehow not being able to forget or get over how your body moves and feels on him.

mark leans back against the bed frame allowing you to look at him from beneath. his fingertips running down the spine away from your hair, and then down to your ass cupping them together. “i agree, maybe it’s meant to be.”

mark quickly sighs into the warm air in the dark bedroom, feeling captivated by your beauty even if you are hungover in the morning.

“ride me y/n.” mark whispers in a way that made you feel worshiped because it was so needy with mix of dark and masculine tone. mark knew exactly when to extract himself into being in control and then crafting himself into allowing you to use him however you please. you very much loved that.

“bet baby, round four it is.”

one thing for sure is decided mutually between you two. none of you will run away from each other and treat this as an one night stand, in fact you will both get to know each other on a greater level.

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[ginger-goblin]

Spellbound | Eddie Munson

[also on wattpad @TheHotWeasley]

Track Three: What Was and What Should Never Be

Description: Eddie takes his music soulmate to the Hawkins Music Store, where they look at tapes and flirt with each other. When he invites Melanie back to his trailer, how will she respond?

Warnings: Strong Language

"𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜

𝕺𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖚𝖘, 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊." - 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖊, 𝕷𝖊𝖉 𝖅𝖊𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓

It's an incredibly special and intoxicating feeling; sharing a passion with someone. Music has been such a large part of my life, but I have loved it alone. Now, in front of me, was someone to share this passion with. It simultaneously delighted and frightened me.

Eddie ran his fingers through the dusty records, he had immediately crossed over to the rock section, and was digging for some Dio album he had been mumbling about. The music store was incredibly quaint, it was owned by a middle aged man who was sitting playing something I didn't recognize on an old acoustic guitar. The man's strums filled the otherwise quiet shop. I was a bit surprised that Eddie took me here, considering how calm it was. I took a deep breath and smelled the familiar scents of dust, musk, and leather. Incense was burning by the cash register. I felt complete, somehow. I could see myself coming here very often.

"Awesome, right?" Eddie smiled, rushing up next to me.

"This place is incredible!" I smiled back. I was starting to warm up to Eddie. That's what scared me the most.

"I knew you'd like it. It totally has your loner shtick written all over it." Eddie smirked.

"Could you please not be an asshole, for like, five seconds? I was really enjoying the ambience."

"I only speak the truth, Miss Melanie."

"Ugh, that's the worst one yet." I groaned.

"Oh, but I've got so much more!"

I gasped. As I was flipping through the rock tapes, I found an absolute gem...

"Holy shit." I beamed. I lifted the tape to show Eddie as my heart pounded, praying he knew the artist.

"Quiet Riot? Really?" Eddie chuckled. My heart sank in confusion.

"Hey, they put metal on the top of the charts! You can't beat that, can you?"

"Sure, but they've only got the one good album." Eddie muttered as he fumbled through the stack I was admiring, "You need something just as... striking as you are- GOT IT!"

Before I could even react to what he had just said, Eddie waved the tape in my face, as I tried to push him away, he jumped up and down.

"THIS. Is Holy Diver. It's..." Eddie sighed, trying to find the words, "It's a masterpiece. I even made my fucking vest out of a Dio T-Shirt, OK? I'm a total geek for this band."

"I can tell." I chuckled. My face hurt from smiling so much, and I rubbed my cheeks. I sure wasn't used to this. As sad as it is, I really don't find myself smiling over much anymore. And here this wonderful boy was, making me giggle like an absolute fool.

"I'm buying this for you. Immediately. SHOPKEEP!" Eddie turned and yelped for the kind man, who didn't seem to bothered by Eddie. This must be a regular occurrence. The silly metalhead hopped over a few crates towards the man, then turned to look at me, as if he expected me to follow right behind.

"Cmon! Rich doesn't bite, do 'ya Rich?" Eddie joked, patting Rich's shoulder.

"Only if you put your hands on me again, Munson." Rich sighed, then smirked to show he wasn't too serious.

"Got it, sir..." Eddie stammered.

"Great choice as always, son." Rich praised. I smiled. Small towns are truly adorable.

"Actually, I'm introducing this lovely lady to our beloved Dio. She was digging through Quiet Riot and I figured she needed some help-"

I slapped his arm angrily. Rich laughed as I continued to stare into Eddie, who merely responded by sticking his tongue out.

"You guys sure are cute. Reminds me of me and my sweetheart back in the day, always teasing each other."

"Oh, no, we're not together or anything, I actually just met him today." I explained with a flushed face.

Rich began to wheeze in laughter, "You two?" He continued to cackle. Eddie and I looked at each other, then back to a crying/laughing Rich.

"Oh... you guys are funny."

"Nah, Rich, she's serious. She hasn't fallen for my charm just yet." Eddie smirked, and placed his elbows on the counter. I crossed my arms and huffed. Why is it that when any guy or girl go somewhere together it's always presumed that they're together?

"Well, I haven't seen much of that charm you're talking about." I said, tongue in my cheek.

Rich let out an even bigger chortle, and pointed at Eddie,

"She's got you there! Aha!!"

Rich finished ringing Eddie up, and as I headed for the door, Eddie stopped me.

"Wait! I didn't even show you the guitars in the back!" Eddie began to jog towards a narrow looking hallway that I totally missed, and I followed behind him, annoyed. I'm not the best jogger in the world.

"Eddie, can't we just- Woah."

I was stopped in my tracks by an entire room of guitars displayed on the wall. My mouth hung open as I stared. Eddie walked up to one that was far above his head, lightly touching the strings with his ringed fingers.

"Still in tune." Eddie smiled, and turned back to me. I smiled back.

"These are crazy, Eddie. There's just... so many."

"I know, right?" Eddie put his hands back in his pockets. I slowly walked up to a gleaming black Fernandes electric guitar, and ran my fingertips along the strings. My heart pounded. I had always wanted to learn to play.

"Well, unfortunately, Rich won't let me mess with his toys, so we can't play them." Eddie said, scratching the back of his shaggy head.

"That's a shame. These really are beautiful."

Eddie took careful steps towards me,

"You know... I do have a really fucking cool one back at my trailer."

I turned to face him. His eyes were darting across the room, until they directly met mine. I felt my heart stop for a moment. I felt myself lingering in them. His eyes were so deep and curious, unlike any boy I had met before.

"Earth to Melanie? Hello?" Eddie waved his hand in my face, and I blinked myself back to reality.

"If you're inviting me back to your empty trailer to get me alone, that's a big no-no." I said, forcefully. I felt my stomach twisting at the thought of all of this being a ploy for stupid sex. My brain was riddled with anxiety.

"Ah, ok. I get it. You just hate me." Eddie said, defeated. He used his fist to pound into his stomach, mimicking being stabbed. I couldn't help but smile at his goofiness.

"I don't hate you. I just met you, remember? I haven't formed a real opinion yet."

This response made Eddie perk up a bit as he messed with his hair.

"Well, now I'm going to have to be a true gentleman, huh?"

I just shook my head in response. If any guy is going to try to romance me, I sure did not think it would be someone like him.

"Melanie." Eddie caught my attention by lightly grabbing my hand. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"I'm not fucking with you. I don't know how much more obvious I can be, but you..." He bit his thumb, as if hesitating.

"I have never met anyone else like you here. And I want to keep going on stupid outings like this. I want to make you laugh, god damn it!" He lightly pinched my cheek, and I grabbed his hand.

"Eddie..."

"What?" He asked, eyes widening in fear.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I gave him a pained smile, and walked out of the store. In the stupid pit of my romantic heart, I hoped I would hear his sneakers running up behind me.  But, he didn't come after me. I waited five extra seconds, counting down in my head. Five, then four, then three, then two… Then, I turned again, and walked my way back home.

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[ask-greenknightmonkie-au]

Chapter 19 - Amnesia rules, remember?

"MK, he's lying to you." Vex said sharply.

"I am your friend, I am your family. And you will listen to me when I say... that that is nothing but a cheeky monkey trying to steal your place."

Wukong seemed shocked. Amnesia, yeah, that thing where people lose their memories?

"MK, listen to me, bud, that guy's bad news," The Monkey King spoke, trying to get through to his mentee.

MK didn't know who to believe. The Monkey Man, who claimed to be his mentor, or Vex, who had been here since he woke up not too long ago.

And before the two men knew it, MK had transformed into a bird. And then he flew off. He needed time to think.

A lot of time to think.

Vex took off running in that direction, but Wukong was quicker, flying off on a cloud.

Meanwhile, Aaron and Harumi had stopped to play with some baby monkeys.

"You think the others are doing fine?"

"Knowing Zane, he's... probably doing something."

"He doesn't like you very much."

"Yeah..."

Pigsy groaned. They've been walking for hours. "'Re ya sure you know where yer goin', robo-boy?"

"My name is Zane," Zane corrected, missing the joke. "And no. But knowing Vex, he'd be somewhere easy to find."

"Weren't we supposed 'ta find MK? We'll deal with that Vex guy later."

Zane stopped in his tracks, letting out a synthetic sigh.

"Your son isn't the first Vex has tried to manipulate. My anger may be clouding my judgement."

MK stopped at the base of the mountain, transforming back to his regular form. He cupped a bit of water in his hands, sipping from it.

Wukong landed behind him, with Vex sliding down the mountain and landing on his backside farther back.

"Kid," Wukong sighed. "I'll tell you everything, just, please don't listen to that Vex guy."

Vex, who was panting heavily, finally caught up to the two. "Listen, Boy, he's using you-"

Wukong grabbed Vex by the collar of his clothing. "You're one to talk, you... you... ugh, you mountain stealer!"

"We were only borrowing it!" Vex snapped back.

MK's eyes widened, before lunging at Wukong with his golden-hooped staff. "Get off of him, he's a good guy!"

Wukong knocked MK back, a worried look on his face. "No, he's not! He's lying to you!"

"You don't know that!"

"Yes, I do! He's bad news, kid!"

"No, he's been nothing but good to me, he's a great guy!"

During their brawl, Wukong managed to pin MK to the ground using the staff.

"He's using you for your powers! It's what he wants, he just wants power!"

Zane descended down the mountain, Pigsy a bit farther behind him. "Christ, d'you ever run out of breath...?" "I don't breathe."

Zane slid down a large ramp, finally arriving at the base of the mountain.

Upon seeing Vex, who was sitting back, watching the commotion, Zane saw red. He bolted towards Vex and pushed him right into the water surrounding the mountain.

Out of his sight. He wanted him out of his sight.

Out of sight, out of mind, as they say.

MK and Wukong turned to Zane, both in shock.

"I don't see him. He's... dissapeared." Zane spoke, breathlessly.

The two ran over to stand behind Zane.

"Hey, do goldfish usually swim around here?" MK turned to Wukong, who shook his head.

Zane's eyes widened.

"I believe... I need to look into this."

Zane picked up the goldfish, who began flopping around in Zane's hand.

He stared at it in awe. He didn't notice when Wukong grabbed MK, to keep him from lashing out again. He didn't notice when Harumi and Aaron came running down, and he didn't notice when Pigsy ran after the Monkey men.

Zane sat there for a good few minutes, mesmerized, until the fish turned back into a wretched man, who had to be caught bridal style in Zane's arms.

"You do have a form, after all."

Vex was just as surprised as Zane was. He said nothing.

"Are you happy with yourself?"

--bonus

Harumi sat in the back of the aircraft, staring at a sleeping MK in the middle seat, with Aaron on the other side.

"Do you think we should hit him with a rock?"

"What?"

"That works, right? In cartoons, it works."

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[ratasum]

My ancient charr lady, part of the Claw warband and current centurion, commanding a great deal of respect even in her sunset years, Liath Slaughterclaw.

I finally went through the trouble of picking up her elite (Berserker) today and now grandma's ready to throw down, even pushing 80.

Liath facts:

She's often called the Beast of Ebonhawk and largely avoids Krytan settlements because there's no question in her mind there's people who either had family she killed or survived her, barely, to tell the tale. Maybe with a limb or two less than they started.

People joke that she dammed half the Blood Legion, and she has certainly had her fair share of cubs. Among those to gain notoriety: Rytlock Brimstone. She doesn't talk about him, but people generally know. @wall-legion's Garrus Firstblood is her nephew, the son of her youngest sister.

She's kept in excellent shape over the years, but a serious injury during the Awakened incursions in LWS4 has left her far less mobile than she used to be.

Her long-time mate is a retired Iron Legion engineer who still teaches cubs his methods named Cassius Fairweld. They have one cub together, Avitus Softbow.

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