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autumn-hiraeth · 10 months

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Rockabye!

Hobie brown x reader

angst but not enough. First part.

NEXT PART

a/n: so many people asked for a second part. So i hope y'all like it! ( loved all the comments lol). Part 3? Gimme ideas pls

Find more here “ Hobie's masterlist 🕷”

You knew that being with someone like Hobie Brown would change your life completely and you weren't wrong. It's been three years since you saw him, three years since Hobie not only broke your heart but also got you pregnant (how thoughtfu of him). You found out you were pregnant a month later and it felt so bad 'cause Hobie obviously didn't feel nothing for you. At first you thought he was just busy but soon you got the message; he was not coming back.

So all on your own, you move in, and do what you have to do to make sure your little girl grow up well and has a good life.

Your daughter has some of your features, but she's a mini Hobie Brown. So you try to stay away from him, however he's fucking Spider Punk, if he really wanted to know about you he would have already found you. :( Never mind, he would make a terrible father. You think.

But one unexpected day, Hobie Brown meets your daughter. His daughter. Hobie is panting hard, trying to save people 'til suddenly his spider-sense kicks in and his heart races 'cause he's never felt like this before.

Then he sees a little girl crying, her parents aren't around and no matter how hurt he is, he doesn't hesitate to swing her out of the danger. He looks at the little girl and is shocked 'cause the kid , who is still sobbing, is exactly like him. She takes after him.

So Hobie tries to calm her down, he's cradling her in his arms, not taking his eyes off her as he murmurs "don't cry, little girl"

Hobie knows he should be helping other people, but he can't, the kid looks so much like him that he doesn't want to leave her alone, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to her.

However, Hobie scoffs at his thought, of course the kid doesn't look like him, he's just tired. And when Hobie finally manages to calm the kid down, he hears a familiar voice. "Rhea! Oh thank god you're fine!" you are in front of him crying, in a frantic state and you don't even seem to realize that your daughter is being held by Spider Punk, her father, no, instead you take her off his arms while you sob happy to have found her safe and sound.

But Hobie is frozen watching the scene; you, the love of her life, whom he abandoned three years ago, holding your daughter while you kiss her cheeks in relief and his heartbeat races 'cause Hobie suddenly seems to figure out why the kid looks like him... It is her daughter. He's dad. "Y/n..." as soon as you hear his voice you hug your daughter as a defense mechanism.

“I gotta go” your voice sounds more serious and your look makes him feel guilty instantly. "Fine, I'll take you two home" he suggests and you frown because you can't believe he has the audacity to just act like everything ended well between the two of you.

"no way, I don't need your help" you are being cold and Hobie understands that; he understands that you hate him 'cause he abandoned you; he abandoned his pregnant girl; the thought of everything you had to go through to take care of his, your, daughter, burns deep inside him.

'cause if he had only stayed then now you and Hobie would be a family and he knows he would be a good father. Yes, being a father is a thought he never had but now, he knows that he would make a good father even a good husband.

"Y/n please" he pleads, he wants to talk, apologize and meet the kid, tell you that he's still loving you, but you don't care what Hobie wants so you pick up your daughter, who hides her face in the crook of your neck. "Stay away Hobart" you tell him and Hobie lets you go, for now.

But you two know that they'll see each other again, 'cause Hobie knows that he has a daughter with you.

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ask-maxie-boy · 1 year

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Goonion's Ghoul (Part 3) [dp x dc]

(A/N we switching the official name of the goonion to The First Universal Henchmans' Union. Just makes sense, thank y'all for the advice)

(Parts 1 & 2: here) (Part 4: here)

"Before we begin, I'd just like to clarify a few things. Mainly, can I ask for your preferred name?"

"Is that a joke?"

"Well, I figured it would professional to come out and call you Mr. Cobblepot, but seeing as we're talking about a... certain aspect of your enterprises, I wasn't sure you wanted your legal name in the records. The Union takes confidentiality very seriously."

Oswald Cobblepot looked down at the scrawny boy in front of him. This was the guy that had Eddie shaking in his boots? He tapped the ashes off his cigarette into the ashtray, and scoffed. "Doesn't matter to me, as long as you remember who you're talking to before you open your mouth."

"Of course! As you wish, Mr. Penguin."

There it was. That smile just a bit too wide, just like Riddler had said. Oswald Cobblepot wasn't an amateur, he wouldn't let something like that throw him off balance. "Alright, kid, lets cut to the chase. Whats this all about a Union?"

"Oh, Mr. Penguin, I had thought you heard! The First Universal Henchmans' Union is a recently formed collective of working class freelance goons, henchmen, and grunts of all different colors."

"Hweh! And what do I care if a bunch of simpletons wanna have a party together?"

The kid's head tilted, a sickening crack! ringing through the room. Just for a second, its eyes seemed to glow.

When you deal with bats for so long, little things like that don't sway you.

"If they're so little to you in your mind, then surely anything they might ask of you shouldn't be that hard to swallow?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop, as the thing's face tried to imitate inquisitiveness.

Good. The Penguin likes it cold.

"You can toss away the whole intimidation shtick, boy. I didn't get to be where I was by bending over to every ignoramus who thinks they can get me to do what they want."

When you deal with Bats for so long, you start to pay more attention to little expressions. The way the shadows suddenly fall onto the boy's blue-eyed, black haired face as he tilts his head downward makes The Penguin's flinch, just for a moment.

"I promise you sir, the Goonion is a very real, and very serious organization."

Cobblepot sneers, cigarette holder angling upward, as he taps his umbrella on the ground. "I pay my people well. My lounge is up to code, too. You don't have a damn thing on me, and here you are trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Well listen here, boy, you don't run an operation like this in Gotham without knowing fear. Fear is watching every shadow, looking for the pin pricks of light. Fear is the cracking of bones in the room over as you know the jig's up. Fear is watching Gotham's shadow spawn appear from the darkness, promising the only thing he wont do is kill you. You're way out of your league if you think I'll bend to such a cheap trick."

When you deal with Bats for so long, you learn to keep your eyes open. You keep track of exits, you look for little disturbances, keep your ears ready for even the softest sound.

You pay attention to that little voice that says you're being watched.

"Mr Penguin, do I need to remind you just who these 'simpletons' are? They're the men who carry your goods to and from your lounge. They're the ones who rig up the Riddler's bombs, traffic weapons in and out of the city. What happens when deals go south, when plans are canceled partway though?"

When you deal with Bats for so long, you watch the shadows. They practically live in them, entering and exiting like they're made from the stuff. Anything that might give away their position.

The shadows are dancing. Pulsing with something even darker than Gotham. He swears he can hear the sound of a bat gently hitting someone's hand. Distant laughter, not natural, almost forced.

"You know, Mr. Penguin, The Joker is easily one of our worst offenders. One of his more interesting complaints is the lack of security in regards to chemicals. See, he doesn't really care much if there's missing inventory, or what happens after his plan, as long as there's enough for what he needs." A vial flutters between its fingers, eyes almost bored as a forked tongue slides between sharpened teeth. "I wonder, where does it all go?

Eyes, green as emerald and as bright as the sun burn into Ozwald's. A grin stretches wider, wider, quite literally from one ear to the next filled with jagged teeth. "Do you want to find out?"

...~☆~...

"...My... smoking habits."

"Yeah, honestly. Its like you said. Most of your stuff is up to board, and your workers are fairly happy. Its mainly just an issue for henches with asthma, though secondhand smoke isn't something most people enjoy."

"You did all that over my cigarettes?!"

"its fairly understood that the Iceberg Lounge is not a smoke-free area, so you can do as you please there, but when it comes to abandoned warehouses or other places of business, we ask you please refrain from smoking."

"I can't believe this."

"For what its worth, the goons understand its part of your whole outfit, and are willing to compromise. We have a list of alternatives that visibly resemble a lit cigarette, and will fit in your holder, but wont actually release any smoke..."

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#this post dedicated to thoth #dp x dc #dc x dp #goonion #dpxdc #dcxdp

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dearminaa · 2 months

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Eyes for you. ⸺ Bada Lee x f!reader.

( help Palestine )

⸺ ୨୧ : You have a crush on Bada, but that's quickly shut down by the fact that she has eyes for someone else. At least you think she has a crush on someone else.

⸺ a/n : Based on recent (like I'm talking 20 mins ago recent) feelings I had today. This is my first Bada Lee fic so I'm actually scared to post this. Reply to be on tag list. Should I make a part 2? I left y'all on a cliff hanger for this. 😪

⸺ warnings : mentions of Howl, (it's for the plot, I swear) not proof read or grammar checked, Bada is lowk a howl hater. ( we cheered ) Howl being homophobic when he finds out that you like Bada. Cussing. If there's anything else, please lmk.

⸺ ♡ㅤׂㅤ: @ttoddii , @jellysaidshit , @bebeyeyo , @jacluvs-m ,

You were hanging out at Bada's place per usual, trying to ignore the fact that Howl's eyes were practically burning a hole into the back of your head as you talked to Bada about new choreography she wanted to try.

"I'll be back! My laptop's upstairs on the bed." Bada said, quickly running upstairs to grab her laptop. While you were waiting, you felt the couch dip slightly due to Howl's weight. He was close, way too close for your liking.

"I know you have a crush on her. That's fucking disgusting and you should fix it, Y/N. She doesn't want you anyway, so why do you keep trying to get her? It's obvious that she doesn't have feelings for girls, especially girls like you." Howl looked at you, waiting to see your reaction once he finished speaking.

You looked at Howl before looking away. You knew he was right about Bada not liking girls, so what's the point? You were getting your own hopes up for nothing. Howl brought you right back to reality once you processed what he had said.

"Is everything okay?" Bada asked while setting her laptop down on the coffee table. She looked at you and Howl, waiting for one of you to speak. "Everything's perfect." Howl replied as if he didn't just shut down every thought you had about getting with Bada. He walked back to the kitchen, looking back at you one more time.

You smiled, looking back at Bada while trying to pretend that everything was fine. "Soo...can I see the choreo or not yet?" Your voice cracked towards the end, but Bada didn't notice.

"Not yet. I need to fix a few things, but...you can help me with this one move I wanted to add to it." Bada took your hand gently, placing both her hands on your waist. She explained in great detail how she wanted the step to look. "Do you get it, or were you too busy zoning out to even pay attention to what I was saying?" Bada teased you all the time. Not that you didn't mind it, of course.

"Sorry...I didn't realize I was zoning out..." You mumbled, moving away from Bada. "Let's just relax then." Bada sat down, patting the empty spot on the couch next to her.

You sat next to her, leaning on her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around your waist tightly. "Are you tired? I can take you upstairs to sleep if you want?" Bada whispered into your ear, causing your face to heat up. "No, thank you though." You replied, moving closer to Bada to the point there was barely any room between the two of you.

Bada nodded, putting on your favorite show since she had a feeling that something had happened between you and Howl. You always thought that Bada had eyes for Howl, but in reality, it was the complete opposite. She always disliked Howl, the reasons being obvious. Anytime you weren't around, he always had something to say about how you liked girls or something else that he found "weird" about you. Bada didn't like it one bit.

"So, did Howl say anything to you while I was upstairs?" Bada asked quietly, not wanting make you upset. "No, what makes you think that?" You sat up, looking at Bada.

"You know I heard what he said, right? Just tell me if I need to cut him off, and I'll happily do it for you." Bada's voice sounded serious, and she was serious about it. She always had a habit of cutting people off if they made you feel unwanted or uncomfortable.

"It's fine, Bada. Seriously." You moved your head onto her lap, signaling that you wanted her to play with you hair. She sighed, running her hand through your hair while placing small kisses on your face.

"I want to tell you something." Bada said sternly, stopping her movement. "I know you think I probably have eyes for Howl, but I don't. I actually have eyes for you. I've always did since the day we met." Bada bit her lip, waiting to see what you had to say.

"You do...? Why didn't you tell me...?" You sat up, looking at Bada while holding her hands.

"I was scared that you wouldn't like me back. Something told me that I had to confess to you right now." She kissed the top of your hands, her hair falling in front of her face.

"I like you too. I've always liked you." You layed on her shoulder. Bada couldn't have been any happier to hear those 4 words falling out your mouth. She wrapped her arms around your waist protectively. As if she wouldn't let you go for the rest of eternity.

"Y/N, will you let me be your girlfriend?" Bada whispered, her voice softer than ever. "Yes, I'll let you be my girlfriend, Bada Lee." You placed a small yet gentle kiss on her lips. Which she obviously returned in favor of wanting to kiss you for the longest time.

Both of you hadn't even realized that Howl had heard everything from the kitchen. "Fucking disgusting..." He mumbled under his breath, pissed at the fact that Bada didn't like him the same way he liked her.

Bada heard his mumbles, but chose to ignore them for her own sake and for yours. "Let's go upstairs, yeah?" Bada carried you upstairs bridal style. "I'll be right back..." Bada immediately walked down stairs into the kitchen. "What the fuck is your problem?" Bada asked Howl, raising her voice unintentionally.

"What's my problem? My problem is you liking her instead of me! Girls shouldn't be together! i don't care if you believe it or not! It's simply the truth, Bada!" Howl yelled back at her, clearly pissed about what she had asked.

"It's not hurting you so you shouldn't care! If you're pissed off by the fact that I don't have feelings for you then just get over it! Whoever I decide to date isn't any of your business! It's my business and my business only!" Bada couldn't help but let her voice crack when she said this. She couldn't believe that she had to tell a grown man to mind his own business.

Howl was speechless. He rolled his eyes, walking past Bada while intentionally bumping into her. "You and Y/N shouldn't be together. It's disgusting and unethical." Howl said, grabbing his stuff and walking out the house.

Part 2?

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imagineredwood · 2 months

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Hc for sub!Juicy being an absolute needy, clingy mess? Where all he wants to do is eat your pussy and (if you’re comfortable) rim you Like you can’t even sit down without him shoving his face into your cunt. Tyyy

I am typically...not a dominant person in the slightest so I had to wing this lmao 👀 But the idea was hot and it's Juice so I had to try and deliver. This got longer than a mf. Hope y'all like itttt 💕 If you don't......just lie 🤗

NSFW under the cut duh

He worships you

Always has

He thinks you're the best thing that's possibly ever happened to him

How you support him

How you love him

How you take care of him

How you defend and look after him

He's completely and utterly devoted to you

He's willing to give you everything and anything that you ask for

He will always physically protect you, of course

But often times he's simply submissive to you

Letting you take the reigns

Tell him what to do

Order him around

It's his favorite thing, feeling like he exists only for you

Sometimes he's bratty

Telling you no or giving you a hard time

Only to end up a whiny, whimpering mess beneath you

Begging you for mercy while you torture his sensitive cock that can't possibly put anything else out than it already has

His tummy a sticky mess

But other times, like today, when he's back from a run that took far longer than he anticipated

There's not a bratty bone in his body

He only exists for your pleasure

It's the only thing that matters

He's clingy and needy, something that is apparent first thing in the morning when it's his tongue that wakes you up

Head hidden under the blanket, hands softly resting on the insides of your thighs to give himself room as he laps at you

That's how the morning starts, which isn't too different than every other morning after he comes home from a run

But when you plot yourself down onto the sofa to watch your favorite show and suddenly he's down on his knees before you not even an hour later, fingers sliding into the waistband of your panties, eyes pleading up at you

"Lift up a little bit, baby. Let me get these off. Please. Please. I need to taste you again."

You realize he's a bit more needy than he's ever really been before

But you oblige, lifting your hips up so he can slide them down and bury his face into you once again

By the time he does it for the third time, a mere 5 hours since you've both woken up, you're actually surprised

Feeling his hands come to grip your hips as you stand at the counter preparing lunch, tugging at your panties again

"Are you serious?"

He chuckles into your neck, lips grazing and kissing at the soft skin

"Can't help it, babe. I just can't get enough of you."

And you tease him, shrugging him off gently.

"No. You've had enough."

His whine reminds you of a puppy, and if you turned around you're sure his eyes would too

"Please? Please, baby. I'll be good, I swear. I'll be so good for you. I'll do it just how you like and I won't stop or tease, I promise. Please. Let me be a good boy for you."

And who could deny him?

So you lean forward and rest your top half on the counter, Juice dropping to his knees instantly behind you as he pulls down your panties for the third time

You hiss as his mouth goes to attack your clit again and he apologizes sincerely into your puffy lips, his voice muffled

"Sorry, know you're sensitive. I'm sorry."

He dials it back, his mouth softer now lest you deny him

Sucking and kissing at your lips and inner thighs

His mouth drifting a bit higher until he's licking gently at your other hole, mouth vibrating against you as he moans

His tongue sliding up and down against both openings, finger digging into your hips to keep you in place against his mouth

Groaning and whimpering in ecstasy as you begin to grind back against his face, giving him everything he needs

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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It All Comes To Light

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: uhhh general angst- Hydra trauma & forced terminated pregnancy

Genre: angst & fluff

Summary: When Steve learns another detail of your traumas from Hydra you end up telling Bucky one of your most well-kept secrets

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Your eyes snap up at the slap of a manila folder on your desk where you're sketching. Steve is leaning against the wall by your door with his arms folded.

"What's with the folder?" You ask him with a confused frown.

"I knew you were taken by Hydra but you didn't tell me about this. Why not?" He asks. You let out a sigh as you flip it open. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were going to read in that folder. You went through a lot when Hydra kidnapped you and it's not a time you like to remember.

"H-how did you get this?" You ask him.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Steven,howdid you find this information? I'm serious."

"My last recon mission." He tells you.

"You had a recon mission at a Hydra base?"

"Well I wasn't sure if that's what it was but we found a bunch of their files there. This included. Tony was sorting them and when he saw your name he figured you'd feel more comfortable with me reading it."

"I would feel more comfortable reading it my damn self." You huff.

"I know but Tony thought that less biased eyes would be better in case there's some information we need."

"So now that you haven't found anything useful you figured you'd confront me about unshared trauma?"

"I haven't talked to Tony about the folder. And I won't. I just- we talked about what happened during your time at Hydra why, why didn't you tell me aboutthis?"

"Because Steven it was traumatic! I don't like to think about it. Everything about that time was awful but this? This was another level of cruelty to me. I love you but you can't expect me to share every detail of my time there. Has Bucky? He has nightmares still, does he tell you what happens in them? Do you expect him to? That is your best friend and Iknowhe doesn't recount his horrors in specificity. He doesn't share them all with me and that's a trauma we have in common. Why would I have told you about this?"

"Wait does Bucky know?" Steve asks.

"Absolutely not. Why would I tell him?" You shake your head.

"Why not? I think this concerns him."

"Not really. At the time I was forbidden from telling him. I mean they hardly even let me see him after that happened. Even if I could tell him it's not like they'd let him remember and it's been so long. We're different people now and we're in a good place. Both individually and together. I don't- I don't think there's any reason to tell him about any of it. I went through it, it almost broke me, and eventually, I healed. It took a long time but it happened before y'all found me. I don't think that's a wound I need to reopen just to share it with Bucky. He wasn't with me, he couldn't be and I think making him aware of that would hurt him more than he needs." You shrug.

"Y/n- I'm sorry you went through that and that you had to do it alone." Steve sighs.

"It's fine Stevie it's over. But- you haveto keep it to yourself. If you've gotta give the file back to Tony do it but Bucky doesn't need to know any of that. Can you respect my decision?" You stand up and hand the folder back to Steve.

"Of course, and I'll make sure Tony knows as well."

"Thank you." You mutter.

"I just- I have one last question."

"Ask away."

"I don't understand why they never told Bucky or why they forbid you from telling him. Even after it happened."

"It made me a distraction to Bucky. They made sure I- I wasn't a problem anymore it's why he barely remembers me from that time." You mutter.

"A distraction? To Bucky?" Steve frowns.

"Look I-" you stop yourself when you realize Bucky is walking into your room and Steve practically freezes when he turns around to look at you.

"What's this about you being a distraction?" Bucky frowns.

"Steve and I were just- talking about-"

"You being a distraction I heard. Have I ever made you feel like a distraction?" Bucky asks.

"No. Not you. It was- he had a question about something Hydra related."

"I'm confused why would Hydra have anything to do with you being a 'distraction'?"

"I wasalwaysa distraction for their precious Winter Soldier. It's why you don't remember much about our time together. They made sure to take care of any possibility of that." You muse.

"Y/n." Steve looks at you with a conflicted expression.

"You're being evasive on purpose aren't you?" Bucky's eyes dart between you and Steve.

"Tell him y/n." Steve sighs.

"Steve!" You glare at him.

"He deserves to know."

"You agreed to respect my decision."

"Yeah but now he's asking about it just- tell him."

"Hi yeah I'm still in the room." Bucky crosses his arms. "Y/n, what is he talking about?" He asks you and you sigh.

"I was pregnant and I never told you because Hydra made sure there was nothing to tell." You don't look at either of them as you talk.

"You were pregnant?" Bucky whispers.

"Yeah."

"And Steve, you told him?"

"Steve found outtoday because of a file found during a mission and asked me about it. I told him not to tell you because it was a long time ago and it's not something I like to rehash. The distraction thing is- about why you never knew."

"It was my kid?" Bucky's brows knit together when he asks.

"Of course it was. They separated us because of it. You couldn't know and they couldn't let it happen again. It's part of why your memories of me are so vague."

"When you say they made sure there was nothing to tell-"

"They terminated the pregnancy." You say.

"Y/n-" Bucky breathes out your name with sadness in his eyes.

"It was for the best in the end." You shrug.

"For the best? They took our child away from you and you think that was for the best?" Bucky is incredulous.

"Did you forget how they treated us? Kept us in cages? You were there Bucky. How could a child be expected to endure that? Be realistic here we would not have had that child even if I gave birth to them. I'd have the kid and the moment they can walk those monsters would take them. He'd learn to shoot before he could count to one hundred. And as soon as they think he's old enough they'd start testing and there are only two ways that would've gone. The child turns out like you, or like me. So they keep them; a miracle, the Winter Solider can be genetically replicated through reproduction. Now, on top of all the other horrible shit they did to us, we're turned into breeding cows because the successful genetic mutation of one child means they'd now start trying to find what parts of your DNA and what parts mine make the best fucking super baby. They'd probably move the kid too, who at this point has spent so many years in this lab without us that they don't even know their parents. Or they move us, either way, we never see them or each other again. And the alternative; the kid's not like either of us. They have no use for a regular kid, so they throw them to the fucking wolves we still never see that child again. You and I both know we could not protect a child in that environment so yeah, I think it's for the best that they did not force me to bring a child into a world where neither of their parents could protect them." Your voice is loud by the end of your rant. It's a story you've walked through a hundred times before. Having Hydra end your pregnancy was hard, but you know it would be much harder to have a baby in that place knowing what it's like to be there.

"Y/n-" Bucky's voice is soft.

"Maybe it's cold to rationalize it this way but it's the only way I survived all the hell they put me through and I willnotfeel bad about it."

"You shouldn't feel bad." He tells you. "You're right, I mean- you usually are. I guess I just, you've had all the time in the world to think about it. I'm only just processing all of this information right now. I didn't even know I could have kids." He frowns.

"Neither did I. They caught it so quick, before I even knew it was happening." You shake your head. Bucky wraps his arms around you in a tight hug that has tears stinging your eyes.

"I'm sorry you've been carrying this alone." Bucky says.

"Y/n- I'm really sorry for forcing you to go back down that road. You have our support. Always. I shouldn't have asked. It's- not my business." Steve mutters.

"It's fine Steve, you're my friend. It's not unreasonable that you'd ask about it." You sigh.

"No one likes reliving their trauma, but nothing that happened to you there will ever make anyone here love you less. Okay?" Bucky looks at you.

"I know."

Sometimes it's hard to deal with, what happened to you there was beyond imaginable but it's part of your story. You can't erase it even if you lock it away in the recesses of your mind and while you'll never say you're okay with that trauma, you know without it you wouldn't be where you are now. It was the worst time of your life but you came out the other side to something better than you ever thought you'd get.

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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ur stuff is so fun to read!! if its ok w u, could u do a taehoon x reader fic where theyre training together and taehoon goes a little too hard on reader? like reader gets upset bc they didnt expect taehoon to go so rough on them and then taehoon spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to them?? ;w; tysm if u do!! have a good one ★

tysm for reading and requesting anon! OF COURSE I CAN! There's a few requests for if X hurts their S/O or the reader. Y'all wanting that sympathy huh?

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Getting accidentally kicked

You had thought that if you were on the receiving end of a kick or a punch, you would be cursing with at least a handful of expletives on reflex. In a serious fight, preferably the adrenaline would flow and you would be able to give back as good as you got.

You had grossly overestimated yourself.

It turns out that, on the receiving end of one of Taehoon's kicks square in the stomach, it actually hurts so much that you cannot utter a sound, struggle to even catch your breath. Bending over double, collapsing to your knees, praying the waves of nausea will pass.

Strong, calloused hands grip you and hold you steady.

It also turns out that Taehoon cannot shut up. Your boyfriend, the sometimes silent but often offensive and deadly type, rambles on and on after the initial shock.

In hindsight, you're not sure which of you is more surprised at his reaction.

"Why the fuck didn't you block? You stupid dumbass. You should have stopped me. How the hell didn't you see that coming? Are you ok? I didn't know you were so weak. I barely even touched you, dipshit. Did I leave a bruise? Were you even paying attention? I didn't mean to hit you so hard. Are you alright? Ugh we shouldn't be sparring, I was worried this would happen!"

Insults and concern all rolling into one big ball of frustration.

And then the waterworks start. You couldn't help it. The pain and Taehoon being so in your face. It's overwhelming. And honestly? Did it also hurt that bastard to hold back a little.

Taehoon absolutely panics. Sure, he's seen you cry before but not because of him hurting you.

Panic leads to your boyfriend not being able to leave you alone. At all.

You don't know whether it starts annoying you or Taehoon first.

Initially, it was fine. You were the one that got the sympathy attention. You didn't mind Taehoon fulfilling your every whim, asking if you're ok, running around for you.

But then it worsened from you being too lazy to do anything to you being forbidden to do anything.

Worried glances drifting to your stomach and ribs every minute, on the minute. Thinned lips and narrowed eyes when you moved at all. Strong arms holding you back and restraining you with an irritable huff and "I'll do it".

If you weren't allowed to do anything then you might as well do nothing.

Might as well just sit there and sulk.

Where the hell had your little nutjob gone? Why was he replaced by a mother hen incessantly clucking around you?

In the end, it was more pain that broke the tension.

Taehoon, in your opinion, flicks you excessively hard on the forehead. A truce, of sorts.

"I know I'm pissing you off. Be careful next time," he says, leaving you to your own devices.

A non-apology from anyone else, a half-apology because you know him.

So you continue to sit and you continue to sulk, only without the presence of your boyfriend next to you.

It feels surprisingly lonely.

Maybe you were too quick to let your temper get the better of you. After all, Taehoon was just trying to look after you, in his own way. It led to you both butting heads but it's the thought that counts.

If you consider it, what exactly are you complaining about? 'Oh no, my boyfriend wanted to make sure I was ok?' Actually, he was overbearing and a little too much. Still.

You grab your phone and reach out-

Y/N: thanks for looking after me

Taehoon: 👍

A thumbs up is good, a thumbs up means it's fine. You know he has no reservation about outright ignoring you.

And because you really do love and appreciate that asshole-

Y/N: love you

Taehoon: 👍

Not 2 minutes later-

Taehoon: ❤️

Taehoon: 🤡

#taehoon seong #taehoon x reader #viral hit #viral hit manhwa #viral hit x reader #viral hit webtoon #viral hit headcanons #how to fight #how to fight manhwa #how to fight webtoon #how to fight headcanons #seong taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #seong taehun #seong taehun x reader #taehun seong #taehun seong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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aalyssah · 10 months

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In The Way

Pairing: Jey Uso x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff/Smut. Nothing serious.

Word Count: 1,151

Summary: When Jey comes back home after weeks of not seeing each other, y'all want to have some 'fun time', but your son ruins it after a nightmare.

A/N: I didn't know who the write this honestly, but luckily Jey was on my mind. Hope You Enjoy!

You finished up putting the last dish in the dishwasher before letting out a sigh.

You looked in the living room, seeing your son watching TV on the couch, his head dropping every couple of seconds. You walked over, picking up his toy cars off the floor. "Kai, it's time for bed."

Kai opens his eyes quickly, sitting up. "No mommy, I'm not tired." You chuckled, picking him up in your arms. "Yeah, yeah, let me tuck you in, okay?" Kai, too tired to fight, accepted, resting his head on your shoulder.

You walked to his bedroom and pulled his blanket back. "What book do you want me to read? We have The 3 Little Pigs, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, and maybe even-" Your sentence was cut off by Kai's yelling. "Daddy!" You turned around to see Jey standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Kai got out of his bed and rushed to Jey's side. A smile formed on your face, seeing your son and his dad reunite after weeks of being away from each other. "Hey little man, how have you been? Causing Mommy trouble?"

Kai laughed at his teasing. "I'll tuck him in, baby. Go wash up." Without a complaint, you got up, making your way to the bathroom. You took a quick shower before laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Jey stood at the doorway, watching you.

"Hard week?" You nodded your head. "Yeah, he kept asking about you. Asking when you were coming home and why can't we go see Roman and Solo." Jey put his bags down in the corner, before walking to you.

"I missed you." Jey said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in a kiss. "I missed you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

It's not easy being at home with a 5 year old all by yourself for weeks and weeks on end. Especially since Jey started the storyline with him and Jimmy against Roman and Solo. It's the most interesting thing happening with WWE right now.

Jey gently pulled you down on the bed, his hands coming to the end of your shorts, and pulling them down your legs. Jey placed kisses on your neck, your hands coming to his short curly hair, tugging and scratching at his scalp.

Jey looked at you amused to see you had no panties. "Woah, no panties? You were planning this weren't you?" You gave him a flirtatious smile. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Who knows if it would've been you to see what's underneath?"

Jey growled under his breath, using his finger to tease around your clit. He tsked, shaking his head. "Wet already, and I barely did anything." A blush came on to your cheeks as you turned away, hiding your face from his view.

"No, no, don't get all shy on me and hide your face." Jey forced you to look at him as he pushed a finger in, groaning as your cunt swallowed his finger. He leaned down on his stomach, licking at your folds, taking in your juices. "God, I missed this." Jey said, continuing to lap at your folds.

The sucking and slurping noises were dirty coming from his mouth. He was eating your pussy like a starved man. Your legs began to shake slightly as you felt your end coming near. "J-jey, I'm gonna cum." Jey only hummed, sending small vibrations through your body, making it harder for you.

"Jey, stop, I'm gonna cum!" This time he ignored you, his tongue flicking your clit while his finger pushed in and out of you. You had to forcibly pull him away from your cunt, smiling when you saw the pout form on his face, and his lips glistening from your juices and his spit.

"You're so pussy drunk." Jey shrugged his shoulders, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. "Well, when it's your pussy, of course I am." Jey quickly crawled up to you, settling between your legs in a missionary position.

You reached your hand down to jerk at his throbbing cock, but he pulled back. "No it's okay, I need to be inside you right now." He guided his cock to your entrance, slowly rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

The moment he pushed in, you both moaned in sync, freezing for a moment. Jey looked down at you with so much adoration and lust in his eyes. "I love you." Your hands intertwined together. "I love you too, but please fuck me."Jey complied, thrusting gently in you, groaning at the grip you had on his cock.

It's been almost 2 weeks since you've seen him and almost 3 since y'all had sex. Jey hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders. You bit down on your lip to cover the screams that threatened to fall from your mouth.

He had you practically folded in half, and was hitting deeper than before. "Fuck, feel's s'good Jey." You praised, nails clawing at his back. "Yeah, you like that?" You 'mhmed' attempting to meet his thrusts. With him pounding in you, hitting deeper than ever, and you trying to meet his thrusts, it was no surprise that you both were close.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I'm gonna cum." Jey mumbled in your neck, increasing his pace. The loud wet clapping sounds could probably be heard by the next door neighbor, but you don't care. Just as it was getting good, a knock at the door stopped you both.

"Mommy, Daddy, can I come in?" You and Jey scrambled away from each other, you picking up the nightgown from the floor, and Jey grabbing his boxer. Kai knows better than to enter a room without knocking and good thing you taught him. "Come in!"

Kai opened the door with his Teddy Bear in hand. "Awe, baby, what's wrong?" Kai walked over to you with tears pooling his eyes. "I had a bad dream." You picked him up and put him on the bed. "You wanna sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?"

You could see Jey in the background, shaking his head ‘No.’ "Please?" You couldn't deny your baby. You pulled the blanket back, inviting him in. "Alright, but no hogging all the blanket!" Kai giggled, getting comfortable in the bed. "Comfy?" Kai nodded his head, snuggling in your chest. "Go to sleep, love. We'll be here when you wake up, I promise."

And within less than 5 minutes, Kai was sound asleep. "Cockblock." You heard Jey grumble. "Don't say that about our son!" Jey had a frown on his face. "It's true. He was in the way. I was about to cum." You gave him a death glare. "Shut up and go to sleep."

You and Jey fell asleep, cuddling Kai from both sides.

#jey uso #jey uso smut #jey uso angst #jey uso fluff #jey uso imagine #jey uso x reader #jey uso x you #jey uso one shot #jey uso fanfiction #wwe jey uso #the bloodline #wwe smut #wrestling smut

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venusxsturnio · 1 month

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KNOCK ON WOOD

PAIRINGღ matt x equestrian!fem!reader

SUMMARYღ today is the big tournament. but what happens when y/n slips up, and forgets to knock on wood?

FROM VENUSღ hi guys! do y'all like my stuff fr? be honest. lmk what y'all think. ✿ btw this was a request. lowkey i don't even know how horse racing even works...so lmk if i got sumthin wrong, but remember my requests are always open! and remember i love criticism. :)

WARNINGSღ cussing...fluff...danger...injuries..

proofread!

5:26 am

i was awoken by the sound of my alarm going off. i reached over to my nightstand to grab my phone. i stopped the alarm as i got out of bed. i made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. oh shit- i almost forgot today was the tournament. how could i forget today was the biggest day of my entire career?

i rushed out of the bathroom to my room. i grabbed some sweats and a hoodie and threw them on. i went back in the bathroom to finish my routine before heading downstairs. i grabbed my purse, keys, and phone. i practically ran out of the house as i made my way to my car. i started the car and pulled out of the driveway. i propped my phone up in the phone holder and facetimed matt.

the phone rung once before i saw matts big smile in the camera. "Hey babe!" matt yelled. "Well someone's excited." i said playfully rolling my eyes. "Aren't you?" matt asked as a confused expression appeared on his face. "Yeah..." i dragged not wanting to finish that sentence. "Yeah...what?" matt said pushing the conversation. "I just don't want anything bad to ha-" i couldn't even finish my sentence before matt so rudely interrupted me.

"Y/N Y/L/N, take it back right now! Knock on wood!" matt screamed at me. "Take what back? You didn't even let me finish. And plus I don't have wood anywhere near me right now." i said trying to hold back a laugh, but failing badly. matt scolded me "Y/n I'm serious. If something bad happens to you I'll never forgive myself." matt exclaimed. "Ok. Fine I'll find some later." i said, my laughter dying down.

"Ok I'm pulling in. I'll see you when you get here ok?" i said gathering my things. "I'm already here." matt said calmy. my eyes widened at matts comment. "WHAT?! You're here already? It doesn't start till like...7." i said with a shocked expression spread across my face. "I'm your #1 supporter, of course I'm here early. And plus I wanted to get a good seat." matt said smiling from cheek to cheek. "I cannot believe they let you in. Anyways I'll see you later ok? I have to get ready." i said grabbing my phone as i stepped out of my car, locked it and started making my way towards the arena...

"Alright babe, see you later! You'll do AMAZING! I love you." matt said eagerly. "I love you too." i said as i hung up the phone and stuffed it in my purse. i made my way towards my dressing room. i unlocked it and entered. i froze in shock. a bouquet of roses, it had to be at least a hundred. i made my way towards the flowers, and picked up a card. 'From Matt' it read 'You'll do great! I love you so much! Even if you don't win, I'll always support you! :)' my eyes lit up as i read the message. this must be why he got here so early...i placed the note down on my vanity, as i went to my clothing rack and got into my uniform.

6:48 am

i finished getting ready as i made my way out to the stables. i went to the one with my name on it, as i approached my horse 'Lila' and petted her head. "Hey hun, how you doin?" i gave her a little kiss on the head, as she grunted. "I know right. Me too." i said responding to her grunt. "You ready?" i said unlocking her stable door, hooking on to her leash and leading her out of the stables.

we made our way to the arena doors. behind those doors were the other horses and their jockeys. and there were also fans, bettors, and the media. i looked at lila and took a deep breath. in and out. i reached for the handle and opened the door. as soon as we walked through all you heard was screaming and cheering.

me and lila took our place in our lane. i saddled myself onto her and straightened myself up. i looked around the crowd, as my eyes slowly approached matts. i gave him a big smile and waved. he returned the energy. i mouthed 'i love you', i guess he caught on, because he started blowing me kisses. i shook my head and chuckled a little.

soon the ref came on the loud speakers as he started to announce the race and racers. when he said mine and lilas name everyone cheered the loudest they every have. i smiled of embarrassment, but the good kind. the ref started the count down, and before i knew it we were off.

me and lila started off strong, we were in second place. i held on as tight as i could, until my foot slipped out of the buckle. i switched my view from my foot to the track as i tried to quickly place my foot back where it belonged. we were coming up on a sharp turn, and my body started to shift. i felt myself slipping. i tried my best to grip onto lilas reigns.

next thing i know, i'm rolling on the track. everything stopped. the noise. the horses. everyone. all i heard were silent whispers, and cameras flashing. my eyesight started to dim, my vision started to become blurry as i held my arm in pain. my legs found their way to my chest. before my vision fully went out. i could see a silhouette that somewhat looked like matt. then my vision turned black.

MATT POV

y/n was doing good. but then i noticed something wrong with her. her leg had slipped out of the buckle and she was struggling to put it back on. i stood from my seat and made my way down to the ref. i was trying to let him know what was going on, but then out of the corner of my eye, i saw y/n rolling off the track field. my eyes widened at the sight of y/n on the ground in pain.

i tried to run to her but the security quickly caught up to me. the grabbed my arms and were pulling me back. i punched one, and then the other. i ran from the stadiums, and onto the track field, up to y/n. "Oh my god! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" i screamed. i felt tears forming in my eyes, as salty, warm streaks fell down my cheeks.

people started coming to us. and crowding us with questions. i picked up y/n bridal style and pushed our way through the large crowd. i ran from the arena and to the gates. luckily the ambulance was already here. i let the nurses carry her onto the gurney and hooked her up to a bunch of IV and needles.

i hopped in the truck with them. holding y/ns hands the whole ride to the hospital. we sped all the way to the hospital. once we made it there, we rushed inside, and ran to an emergency room. "She's got a bruised rib and arm." one nurse yelled out to another. "I need an IV stat. Get me a crash UCV cart. For emergencies." i couldn't believe this was happening.

9:08 am

i had my head down. resting on my arms as my hands held y/ns. i was just hoping that she would wake up. she can't leave me like this. i felt shuffling in the hospital bed. i picked up my head and looked at y/ns pale sweaty body.

Y/NS POV

"Matt?" i said trying to sit up, but immediately falling right back down, due to my injuries. i winced in pain. "No lay down. You're hurt." matt said sympathetically. "What the hell happened?" i asked my voice sounding hoarse. "Well you were racing. Good as hell I might add. But then I noticed that your foot slipped out. I went to tell the ref, but then you fell. I ran to help you and then the security stopped me. I punched the hell out of their asses. And then I picked you up, ran to the ambulance, and we came here. You had me worried as hell, Y/n" matt said rambling on about the incident. i loved when he did that. it meant that he cared.

"Well I'm fine now aren't I?" i said sarcastically. matt scoffed trying to hold back his laugh. i rolled my eyes playfully. i used the arm that wasn't broken, and lifted it up to his face. i caressed his cheeks softly. he leaned in on my forehead as he gave me and sweet, smooth kiss. matt retreated back from my forehead, and looked at me with love in his eyes. "I guess you should have knocked on wood."

FROM VENUSღ y'all. HOW WAS IT?!?! y'all see what i did there? at the end? matt being such a gentleman the whole story just fascinates me. don't forget requests/dm's are open :)

credits: @hearts4tatemcrae and @sturnad thank you!

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goggles-mcgee · 2 years

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Okay, if you can't tell the Steddie and overall ST brainrot has a GRIP on me.

But like, can y'all imagine if Gareth is super worried for his friend, knows all his spots that he goes to when stressed and just wants to know his friend is okay because he knows Eddie would never kill anyone. So he goes to Reefer Rick's at the same time as everyone else and like that throws everything off.

Dustin is trying to get Eddie to make Gareth leave but Gareth is Eddie's Ride-or-Die. He ain't going anywhere kiddo.

So Gareth is there for everything, he makes sure Eddie doesn't die. They both get a little fucked up yeah but they had to protect Little Henderson, who apparently is basically King Steve's child. Which that was something he could have never guessed. King Steve turning into Mama Steve a mother of 6 or 7 children...and apparently his best friend is coparenting those children.

Him and Robin Live Slug reacting to Eddie and Steve flirting and being oblivious.

Gareth and Eddie losing their damn minds together over the shit they saw and learn about from The Party.

Of course Jared (the friend who completed their trio), as soon as he's able to come back to town as his dad sent him to his grandmas in Indianapolis when everything started, rushes to check over his friends and ask what the fuck happened. Eddie and Gareth want to tell him so bad but like the government did make them sign NDA's and like they haven't run it by the Party but look Steve was visiting Eddie and Gareth at Eddie's new trailer and he can give permission right?

Eddie: "Stevie. Sweetheart. Doll. Jared is the other 50% of my impulse control. We have to tell him! I don't care if we signed NDAs."

Gareth: "You know....I actually don't remember signing an NDA. Like I did go into surgery and came out but like I don't remember any Feds."

Steve: "...what?"

Gareth: "No I'm serious! Like unless I don't remember because I was on the good stuff, no spooky Men in Black. Maybe they didn't realize I was part of it? I mean my injuries were bad yeah but Eddie's were way worse. Harrington you get 2nd place for injuries."

Jared: "...what?"

Eddie: "You know you may be on to something Gar!"

Gareth: "You know how much I hate that nickname but continue."

Eddie: "Your injuries looked like they could have been caused by falling debris from an "earthquake" or perhaps some overzealous jock cult members who were known to be going after Hellfire members..."

Jared: "I am so confused."

Steve: "So you didn't sign an NDA."

Gareth: "I did not!"

Steve sighing loudly: "Eddie, Gareth, you two SWEAR he can keep a secret?"

Eddie: "Seeing as Jared has known I like dick since freshman year and hasn't said anything yeah Babe."

Jared: "Babe!?"

Gareth: "Do not ask."

Steve sighing even more: "Technically...I guess we're not breaking any agreements if Gareth tells uh...Jared? Jared everything. I'll let the kids know."

Jared gets adopted into the Party next. Hopper is just shaking his head near tears, why do they keep multiplying!?

#hellfire club #stranger things au #stranger things hc #stranger things the party #stranger things gareth #stranger things jared #i have dubbed him jared #eddie munson #steve harrington #implied steddie #they're not even dating yet

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vxperorchist · 2 years

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"I got your back"

Scaramouche, Albedo, Childe and Kazuha x Gn! Reader (Fighting by their side)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood and death. (none of you die 😭) Very suggestive remark at the end of Scaras part.

Theme: Badassery 😉

Sorry for any mistakes 🤩🤩✊✊

Scaramouche

Scaramouche had found himself in quite the situation traveling in inazuma. You were walking with him, but fell behind to look at some flowers you found. Little to his knowledge, there were hundreds of samurai ready to ambush him. His mission was to stay on the downlow in inazuma. Nothing big or flashy to alert locals of his presence, or the fatui presence in general. Scaramouche and your task was to collect some information and head back to the palace. He turned a corner and took a sharp inhale when an electric slash just missed his arm. "Shit! How could I be so careless!" He mumbled. Loud enough for you to hear. You came running to find him fighting the samurai. "You look adorable when struggling." You teased, drawing your sword behind him. "Shut the fuck up. You know I can't do anything big." Scaramouche wasn't actually struggling, he could easily eliminate every samurai there, however he had to keep it on the down low. With the city nearby, he couldn't do anything to powerful. You laughed once more, the pyro vision on your side burning red. You faced opposite directions, fighting the samurai on each of your sides. "I got your back." You said, then pushing off of him to strike multiple samurai with pyro. The pyro attack allowed Scaramouche to infuse it with electro, killing multiple samurai. Half of the samurai were dead now. "Sometimes I can't tell if you love me for me, or me for my pyro vision." "Speaking of love, if you keep talking I'm going to love your new casket!" He hissed and struck another electro filled attack, allowing you to handle the rest. You kept the explosions small but powerful, infusing the remaining samurai with pyro, and getting Scaramouche to deal with the rest. You laughed once he finished. "Looks like my training didn't go to waste after all. Hm Y/n?" You walked over to him and shrugged. "I suppose not. Let's get a move on Scara!" "For fucks sake stop calling me that!" Y'all prolly fucked after this ngl

Childe

Your loving ginger giraffe who happens to be a fucking dumbass walked straight into a ruin guard landfill. The area swarmed with deactivated ruin guards which could trigger at any second. He had you right by his side, weapon drawn and ready to fight. " We have to get to that other side. If anything happens I can always activate foul legacy. " You guys continued walking through the field of ruin guards. "I told you Tartaglia, I'm not allowing you to do that. You did it a few days ago. You could put a serious injury on your body dumbass." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm serious, don't do it. You could be putting your career at stake." You both continued to walk, however to your luck, a bird flew by a ruin guards head and activated it. After one activates, all activates. "Damn it!" You cursed. Your boyfriend gave you that cocky smirk he always did before he beat the absolute shit out of something. But would he be able to pull this off? Who are you kidding? Of course he can! Right? "Watch your back, I'm here when you need me." He stated, and then ran torwards 3 ruin guards. Striking them with his bow. That left you to fight your own 4 ruin guards. No big deal. You were trained by Childe, and have been working for the fatui for years. You struck 2 right in the center of the eye, knocking them down. You held an electro vision, and to your luck your boyfriend had applied them with hydro for you. "How sweet." You struck them with electro, charging them and eventually killing them. You both met back up in the middle, back pressed up against each other. "How you doing? Need the emergency room yet?" He teased. "Be quiet or I'll end you before the ruin guard gets to look at you." "Feisty are we?" He laughed and attacked a few more ruin guards. This process went on a few more times, until all ruin guards were killed. "That was fun!" You said happily. "Deffinetly a fun little challenge." He placed a kiss on your head and continued to walk. "Come on you robot killer, we have things to do." "Robot killer, what the hell? You did the exact same thing!"

Albedo

Albedo was exhausted from his day at work, you had been in his office for a bit watching him. Today in particular involved a lot of fighting for resources. Albedo was a great fighter, and so were you, as you started training at a young age. However Albedo preferred doing more technical work then fighting slimes to get there materials. You sat in a tree outside of the lab, waiting for Albedo to finish up. There was nothing you could do at this time to help him. You thought about him fighting a lot. He killed slimes with such ease and grace, he was incredibly talented. You got down from the tree, unknowingly awakening a frost lawachurl. 2 of them to be exact. "Y/n Get down!" You ducked and Albedo sent massive geo shards flying, right above your head. He had just finished up work and came out of his lab just in time. The shards hit one of the Lawachurls. You pulled out your blade and Struck both of them with your pyro, this would be making things easier for both Albedo and you. You met up in the middle, and kept switching between opponents. Affecting each other's with different elements. Having to be extremely careful due to the vulnerable lab behind you, and the massive cliff in front of you. "Bedo watch out!" You called out to him, in just enough time for him to roll to the ground, dodging a rock the size of Albedo himself. "Get behind me for a moment!" Albedo ordered. You obeyed, however made sure each lawachurl was infused with pyro before moving out of the way. Albedo sent more shards of geo to the lawachurl, one falling off the cliff, the other on its way to death. You knocked Albedo out of the way, and sliced the lawachurl clean, ending it's life. Ice shards were sent flying, knocking you and Albedo in opposite directions. You rushed over to him, thankful to find him in one piece. He had something in his hand, it was long and thin. "My project, coincidentally called for frost lawachurl skin, and fragments of the horn. He chuckled as you helped him up. "That's something I haven't done in a while. Also something I plan to not do again."

Kazuha

Kazuha and you planned a walk along the water. It was supposed to be along the lines of a date, since you two never really go the chance to go out. The ship had landed in the stone forest for a few days to get some supplies, so you and Kazuha decided to take a stroll. Holding hands, stopping to look at fish, even watching clouds as he told you about his most recent haiku's. The sun was setting, and you were resting on Kazuhas lap. "You look stunning under the sunset." He whispered, moving a piece of hair out of your face. You could say the same thing about him. However, you saw a strange purple glowing thing flying around his head as he spoke. "Fuck." You shot up to see cicin mages all around. Kazuha realized shortly after you. "Oh how pitiful. I was trying to enjoy the sunset. He stated. The anger in his voice showing. The cicin mages laughed and started teleporting. You and Kazuhas elements worked well together, as you both had fought together in the past. You knew each others fighting styles well, as you dualed against each other, fought with each other, and even watched each other fight frequently. You wielded a cryo vision, to your luck you all were just a few feet away from the water. Kazuha was alarmingly good at eliminating multiple enemies at once. If he is able to gather them, you would be able to kill them. You both almost read each other's minds. Kazuha struck first attacking 3 of the 6 mages, leaving you with the other 3. You both had to get them close enough to water. You quickly got behind them and started pushing them torwards the water, attacking them with your sword, kazuha quickly came over and finished up your work. You could hear him call; " Don't worry, I have you covered." As you froze 4 mages, then the other 2 were to your mercy. After that, Kazuha and you manipulated both of your elements to inflict lots of damage onto the mages. The mages were killed quickly, after that, you and Kazuha killed off the bats the spawned, which were oh so annoying. After eliminating all of the opponents you flopped back down onto Kazuhas shoulder. "How annoying!" He laughed at your complaining. "It's getting dark, we should head back before we are attacked by cryogunners. Then you are really screwed." He teased as he walked back with you to the ship.

#kazuha x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader #childe tartagalia #genshin impact #tartaglia #OrchistList

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demonsfate · 1 month

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Seen Pucca talking about this and I figure it's a good time for me to share my RP server horror story. Pucca's experience reminded me why I don't ever join servers at all anymore. Okay, so I was a part of this DC server (directed toward a specific franchise but y'all probs know what it is if you know my other blog) and my GOD. It was wild. One thing, people weren't all that interested in threading with me. And usually when my muse does get acknowledged, he's either treated like the butt of the joke or for ppl to "put down." (Understandable in a way since the comics themselves do that to the poor guy. But my characterization was a very serious one that I wished people would respect)

My character brags, he gets put down, my character jokes about something, he gets put down, my character gets jealous - feelings don't matter. And it'd be one thing if these were how the characters would realistically react to mine. But then there was one of the mod's characters, and he had very similar traits to mine - arrogant and all that. Except... every muse hyped him up. For some reason when my muse brags, arrogance is bad. But when this muse bragged, arrogance good. Clearly it's a bias for the mod - who was a real big problem themselves but I'll get into that shortly.

Then there was a problem with a guy who was clearly jealous of a ship I had - they tried to do all they can to catch my ship partner's attention and try to "woo them". This eventually lead into a kind polyamorous thing which I didn't want because my muse, being a super jealous type, wouldn't so easily enter one. And again, when he expressed that, he got put down. And tbf, a lotta this arise from a proper lack of plotting with the ship partner, but it still stressed me tf out.

The mod I mentioned before was a huge jerk. They clearly had a lotta money (which is probs another reason why everyone "worshipped" them) and then like a snobby rich person, they put down everyone who buys anything "cheaper". They spend HUNDREDS, sometimes even THOUSANDS, on those ball joint dolls. Then they openly teased (made fun of) me for buying cheaper figures. Even though it's like, my current mental and physical state does not allow me to work rn and also? Even if I could? Not all of us are in a position where we can afford to buy pricey af dolls. Go fuck yourself.

What I'm about to talk about is a little controversial but. A trans woman wanted to play a "gender-bend" version of a male character (but as a female) and basically the cis people gained up on her to tell her how bad she is for that and everything. She gave her reason, that playing male characters makes her dysphoric and whatnot, but then they asking her why she wants to write the character despite the fact she gave her reason over and over again. It basically ended with her apologizing after being bullied for it and saying she won't do it. This one, of course, is a touchy topic but the fact that cis people were talking over a trans person flabbergasted me.

OH YEAH, and after that... somebody wanted to "brighten the mood" so sb @ me to give facts about my character, since I was hyperfixating hard and knew so much about them (y'all know how passionate I get!) and then this other fucking person starts GUILTRIPPING ME???? acting like I'M bad because that person was interested in my muse?? And THEY start going on about how nobody cares about theirs and how I'm ""lucky""?? Despite the fact they had WAY MORE threads than I did at the time??? Like literally wtf!

And finally... the weirdest fucking thing... nude posting. Despite the fact that this is a DC RP SERVER, almost EVERYONE started posting their nudes??? Some even posting videos OF THEM GETTIGN FUCKED BY THEIR SPOUSES?! Like it's so wild, it's almost hard to believe it was real. Like I knew I felt like I was on drugs when I saw what was happening. Eventually that same mod came back and even they were like "uhhh?? guys??? Maybe let's not post our nudes in a server full of STRANGERS?? You never know what weirdos might be here??" and then that's when people stopped. But it was like... holy shit. I just never saw that happened before??? These weren't even ppl with OnlyFans or something. It was just so bizarre. And I'm ok if ppl are fine with showing off their naked bodies and stuff if they wanna. But is a RP group really the appropriate place??? Especially when there's nothing inherently sexual about the server??? Like it felt highly inappropriate to me and just weird.

It got to the point where the original creator of the server (a mutual of mine) told me how nervous the place made them and how they don't feel comfortable going on. They thought it was their fault but then I explained that it is a horrible place full of toxicity and everything. They left the server, and eventually, so did I. This isn't the only reason why I don't join RP servers anymore. There was also another where whenever I spoke about my headcanons for my character, another person who rps that character would get so fucking upset and basically try to change the topic or get me to stop talking. Or straight up say they don't agree. OR when I point out how one of my "headcanons" IS canon, they literally called original writer STUPID! (Therefore calling me stupid too because I abide by that canon???) And one time when we agreed on something they said "omg I can't believe we finally agree on something!!" and made a big deal out of it and I literally told them we didn't have to agree on anything, that our takes are supposed to be unique to oursevles and it's something they shouldn't have to worry about (or get upset about lmao) and I've had other bad experiences, but this server was just the Worst. I think there are more bad moments too, but this is all I can remember rn.

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc)#vent #// tho i dunno how much of a vent this is ? 'cos i'm over it now lol #// I just wanted to share y'all some wild tales !!!

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quek-a-sketch · 7 months

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DNDADS AU: Red Zone

Red Zone is a zombie apocalypse AU following the characters from season 2 of dungeons and daddies!

Now, it doesn't follow the original fall of humanity, the first outbreak. Instead, we jump two generations, humanity has steady feet once again, the whole world is not reclaimed, hell half the country is still infested, but the threat is nowhere near as much as a daily looming thought as it used to be. Thanks in part, to green zones.

Green Zones are walled in cities or settlements completely free of the infected, with mandatory tests regularly and very rarely do people leave. In the years since the first fall, even trade between the cities has been accomplished, and internet has been re-established. Though of course back up self sustaining measures are also in place should the worse happen.

There are still infected, obviously, but now there are also mutations, smaller ones and more deadly variants. Minor mutations affect at least a quarter of the modern populus, including scary! With more extreme ones being rare and often stigmatised but surprisingly controllable; a strain Taylor has falls into this category.

Three out of four of the teens live within a green zone in what was formerly known as San Dimas, California. Normal is the only one who lives in the red zone, it's the area with some of the highest infection percent and is deemed unsafe to live in, but people like the oaks, who have proven to the new government bodies that they are being serious (safe house, tests regularly, many precautions) have been allowed legally to stay there. Normal gets a ride into the green zone with hero daily to go to school, where they are tested as they enter.

One day, the teens all find themselves in Detention, which you'd assume wouldn't be a thing after the apocolypse but hey here we are!

They sneak out, and on a stupid shitty dare and sense of adventure boosted by the fact normal lives there, they venture into the red zone.

Who would have thought that one choice would lead to the second fall of humanity to the virus? Certainly not the teens.

All thanks to finding their father's base, with may Hales holding down the fort in their seeming disappearance she allows the teens access to the whole base....

Including the basement floors, at the bottom of which sits an ever-young patient zero. W. Stampler. I wonder what happens when they let him out?

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I'll get more into details and more specifics on the kids and plots etc in other posts!!! Or please send me an ask about anything y'all wanna know!

Au made by me and @orionis13 !!!

#dndads #dndads season 2 #dungeons and daddies #dndads au #dungeons and daddies au #normal oak #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #taylor swift dndads #red zone #i feel so worried posting my dndads aus #i hope yall like them and.dont think im cringey IWNDUEJ

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ninjahiccups · 11 months

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The Songbird of Asgard

Chapter 10: Love

AO3 Masterlist Word count: 12.1k Warnings: none

--------------------------------------------------------------------------The songbird and the watchman have taken a big step, one that all of Asgard notices. Heimdall, who was once uncertain if this change would be positive, is quickly falling victim to the benefits of letting go.

Just wanted to ask, do y'all prefer reading this stuff on here or AO3? I'm just noticing an increase in notifs from AO3 and less from here, so if we prefer AO3 I'll just link the chapter instead of posting the entire thing XD

For the first time since all this began, Heimdall hesitated to make his morning march across the wall.

Eivor would be there, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to see her again.

They spent hours on the wall last night, gazing out at the plains, talking about everything and nothing…kissing. They remained until Eivor was too tired to do more than lean against him and close her eyes, so exhausted from being the center of attention for an entire day. Even so, she would only leave his side after he insisted he take her back to her cabin, enjoying one last leisurely ride on Gulltoppr until she kissed him goodbye. It was a night he would never forget.

But now he wasn't so sure.

He wasn't naive. Not physically, of course. Back in his younger days, well before he'd acquired his distaste for humanity as a whole, he'd had encounters involving both men and women, and even after he abstained from them the thoughts he found in people's minds was more than enough to keep him "informed" on the matter. Never had any of these experiences lasted more than a few hours, nor did he find any other them enjoyable enough to even remember, but he wasn't ignorant to what came from the ones that did: expectation.

Until now his bond with Eivor had been so carefree, so limitless, having no strings attached. With this more…serious change there was always a shift in expectations. Time spent, things that were said and done, they were always held to a different set of standards, and he hated that. He hated that there was the possibility that the rules he saw everyone else adopt time and time again would destroy everything. That this would be when he finds out there's a side of her he can't stand, and his instincts were right all along. Gone would be the relaxing voice that drained away all his stress, the one literature enthusiast that was worth talking to, all the promises and declarations of loyalty she made the night before, all because they took things a step farther. Was that one night worth losing it all?

The answer eluded him as he trudged across the wall, approaching the place they always claimed faster than he was prepared for. His jaw tightened when he heard her lyre, already furious about the inevitable fallout that was destined to happen. After all this time he would be proven right once again and it would all be over. And never would he do anything like this again.

He reached their spot, stopping in his tracks as he listened and stared. Eivor was sitting on her purple blanket, singing one of his favorite songs. As hard as he tried to remain cold, ready for the worst, the sight still warmed him.

He would miss this. So much.

"You're late."

Eivor looked over her shoulder at him, her smile exactly like every other one she had given. "Something keeping you?" Her tone was teasing, and he could tell she already had a few jabs in mind. The familiar atmosphere made him smile in spite of himself.

Before he could reconsider he sauntered over. "Well I am a busy god. You should know this."

"Yes, but you constantly brag about how easily you can handle it." She smirked as he sat down next to her. "Losing your touch?"

Heimdall chuckled. The banter, that sharp tongue of hers…it was still there. But would she accept the same from him? "I was taking my time. After all, I had every reason not to rush over."

"Rude."

"And?"

"Ignoring you now," she replied musically.

No anger, disappointment. No expectation. No change. Heimdall felt his cheeks hurting from his wide grin. "Oh, forgive me, Songbird," he gushed sarcastically. "Could I ever be granted mercy?"

A twinkling giggle was his reward. "Maybe I can just this once…'Dall."

His joy came to a screeching halt. He scrunched up his nose while he repeated with disgust, "Dall?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Now she was sheepish, shrugging as she explained, "Why not? I don't have a nickname for you."

"And you still don't."

"What's wrong with it? Is it because it sounds like I'm calling you a doll?"

"It is not at all suitable for one such as myself," he persisted, though he smiled and leaned a little closer to her as he did so, failing to remain stern.

"I don't think so!" She rejected, backing away just to spite him. "In fact, I think we should expand upon it. Right, Dollface?"

Heimdall recoiled and spat, "Absolutely never call me that again!"

"Why?! It makes sense!"

"How?!"

Her grin grew, but it was full of mischief. "Because you're pretty, like a doll."

"I am NOT pretty!"

Eivor rolled her eyes, laughing far too hard for his liking. "Heimdall, there are different types of handsome, and you are certainly on the pretty side of the spectrum."

Heimdall groaned dramatically, less than pleased with her logic. "Ignoring you now," he mocked, taking his eyes away from her and looking straight at the horizon.

"And?" Eivor parroted right back. She snickered when he gave a huff in response. Without any riposte to add to their war she settled into his side, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek before returning to her lyre, going back to singing the song he loved. One of his hands went around her back and pulled her closer.

Things had changed indeed.

It was better now.

He'd never been so relieved to be wrong.

Their bond felt no different, with all their jokes and teasing, driving one another insane. It was all the same, only now they didn't have to walk around every trap door that would expose any hidden feelings, instead embracing them and allowing the flirting and physical affection to flourish without any worries. One day they would debate about books, as they always did, but then they'd share a few kisses after they'd agreed to disagree. On another Eivor would sing the same songs she always had, but now she would pull Heimdall in and perform right next to his ear all while he sighed and smiled. Heimdall would still read as Eivor played her flute, forming a habit of wrapping an arm around her waist and keeping her as close as he could. It was such a different dynamic, so new yet familiar enough to be comfortable. And it only seemed to get better with time.

The changes even began to apply outside of their alone time. Heimdall, Eivor quickly noticed, did not enjoy public displays, much preferring to keep the depth of their relationship private. She expected as much, and had no quarrel with it. Flaunting something so personal wasn't something she was particularly fond of either. So he surprised her when he showed just a glimpse of the Heimdall only she knew around Asgard every now and again. Eivor was spending her morning reading in the Great Lodge, the only other people around her were a few servants cleaning up and some Einherjar finishing breakfast. She was sitting with her legs crossed over the outside of the bench, the table at her back. Heimdall snuck up on her after speaking with Odin, startling her with an arrogant smirk. Then he sat next to her, which was already more affection than she expected. After just a few moments, she felt his arm sneak by, resting on the table behind her. Not direct contact, but a display of possession no less. He only stuck around for a few minutes before he was off to work, but it was a spectacle for the few bystanders regardless.

These public displays were small, subtle. But to anyone who had known Heimdall for more than a few seconds they may as well have been a parade gallivanting across Gladsheim.

And that was the unfortunate side of this shift between them. It was something everyone noticed and could no longer deny. Of course, they all had opinions.

Some assumed it was solely superficial. They thought he had seduced her to get something he wanted, an assumption so sickening that Heimdall had to stop whoever he caught thinking it and inflict some sort of punishment for it. Others believed she seduced him, but couldn't nail down exactly why she would or how she would manage to pull one over on him. That…wasn't entirely untrue, Heimdall had to admit. If he thought his self control was running wild before then it was completely out of his grasp now, his mind almost constantly caught between his duties or Eivor.

Eivor would never say it, but that was more obvious than he realized. In fact she noticed a lot of little things about him as time went on.

The most touching was that he seemed to take her advice about his foresight much more seriously than she thought. More and more often she would sing to him, leaning into the watchman's side while he held her. He would drift off, totally lost in the sound. Her mind was open and he could sense when she did or felt something, yet when she reached up to touch his face he would tense, then relax once he realized what she did. He hadn't foreseen her approach, deciding to ignore his foresight in favor of enjoying the moment. As the days passed he did it more and more often when they were alone. Sometimes she could lean up for a spontaneous kiss and he was so preoccupied with looking at her that she caught him off guard. Other times he would be making direct eye contact, able to open her mind and dig into any thought she had, and she would think something that should have gotten a reaction. Like the time she wondered what he looked like with his hair down. Yet when she did, and flinched when she realized he could have heard her, he didn't comment, or seem to notice at all. They kept going on as if he had never read minds in his life. That level of trust, one he had never extended to any other, was so moving that she had to hold back tears. She chose not to waste it, proposing new ways to test him and increase his control over the sensations he picked up. Proposals that he, thankfully, felt no need to reject.

Aside from the increase in trust, Eivor gradually found out what things Heimdall did in a romantic setting, some of them expected while others were completely new.

For one, he was rather possessive. When he was nearby he had no issue scaring off anyone who dared to butt in, especially if it was a man. Late one morning she had bumped into one of the apprentice blacksmiths while heading to the library. She apologized, then curiously inquired about the intricate designs on the metal clips holding up his apron. The boy was visibly nervous, stuttering while trying to explain that they were his own design. Eivor assumed he was afraid of casually conversing with a goddess and intended to comfort him. That was when Heimdall, seemingly out of nowhere, stepped in, looming over the blacksmith with a menacing grin. The mortal fled as soon as Heimdall shooed him away.

Confused, Eivor asked, "What was that for?"

Heimdall smiled at her like she was a gullible child, replying, "You didn't see the things he was thinking"

"Such as?"

"Let's just say I don't ever plan on sharing."

Oh. So it wasn't the fact that she was a goddess that made the young man nervous.

That specific situation she could excuse, but it had begun to extend to just about anyone after a while. If Heimdall was around, he wanted her attention and would make sure he had it. After a short time it started to be annoying, watching everyone constantly keep an eye out for Heimdall whenever they spoke to her. The only person who wasn't affected by it was Sif, who had no tolerance for Heimdall's antics. On multiple occasions Heimdall would try to steal Eivoe away while she was having lunch with Sif only for a verbal battleground to spawn between her loved ones. Calming them both down enough to end it was not a task for the faint of heart.

To counteract it, Eivor simply had to ignore him. When he still refused to stop, she told anyone she was conversing with that they had her "special permission" to ignore him. Which offended Heimdall greatly, especially when her companions heeded her instructions and really did pretend he wasn't there. He was too prideful to fight back and had no intention of showing how much it annoyed him, so it finally got him to either back off until she was done or take his leave. He would complain about it next time he saw her, obviously, but she always made it up to him somehow. Just about always with singing.

With that, however, Eivor realized that Heimdall unwittingly allowed her to have some semblance of control over his actions. If she asked him to get something for her, he got it. If she asked him to do something, he listened acutely and never ignored genuine requests. That, combined with how irritable he could be, gave her an idea. She couldn't get him to be a more understanding god overnight, but she could mitigate the damage until she somehow managed to do that.

Once she caught him scolding Gulltoppr’s stable boy for… something ridiculous, probably. Nonchalantly, like she hadn't been waiting for an opportunity like this, she made her move. "Heimdall?"

He shot her a tiny glare, but answered. "I'm in the middle of something, if you couldn't tell."

Oh so innocently, Eivor asked, "I think Gulltoppr deserves a treat after a long day. Do you mind grabbing them for me?" The beast's ears twitched and his head raised higher at the word.

Heimdall sighed. He'd started putting the jar of Gulltoppr’s favorite berries on the top shelf of the storage closet in his pen solely because of Eivor’s penchant for spoiling the gradungr. "I'm a bit busy. And you give him too many anyway," he grumbled, not hiding his disdain for her new habit.

"Just one wouldn't hurt, would it?"

Heimdall held firm at first, but eventually he sighed at the pleading look she gave him and reluctantly agreed. While he was busy Eivor waved the stable boy away, signaling him to leave before Heimdall was finished. The child whispered his thanks and fled. When Heimdall inquired where the "twerp" went, she simply shrugged, claiming she hadn't been paying any attention to the boy. He wasn't pleased, but let it go, making her experiment a success. And she got to give Gulltoppr treats, so it was a productive night.

Another method she developed was cutting in and asking the servant he was lecturing to do something for her. A really useful trick, Eivor thought.

"Is it really so difficult? These bracers are custom made, finest in the realm, and you can't even get a few grains of dust off of them? You must be the most —"

"As interesting as that is, Heimdall, I need something." Eivor would turn to the servant and say, "I'm feeling a bit thirsty. Could I bother you for some water?" The look on her face told them everything they needed to know.

The servant looked between her and Heimdall until the god finally said with a sneer, "You heard her. Maybe you can do this right."

Eivor never saw that glass of water but she made sure Heimdall didn't even notice.

However, if he was being excessively cruel she would take a much more direct approach. When a maid wrung out a wet rag as he passed her in the lodge a few drops of dirty water splashed onto his tunic. His proclivity for cleanliness sent him into a fury, immediately chewing out the maid. His insults were far too much for Eivor to ignore.

"Heimdall, honestly, are you really that upset over it? You could just as easily shut up and move on, you know."

Now that was something he never appreciated. Undermining his status in any way, but especially in front of an audience, was far from acceptable. Yet even with the undeniable anger breaking free he somehow always found a reason to comply. "I didn't have time to argue," or "this isn't worth the effort," or something along those lines. Even if it upset him he tended to get over it quickly, and he wouldn't hold it against her. Well, not for too long. She would just have to find other ways to keep him occupied until he forgot. Baldur had caught one of these moments, howling with laughter as he told her she was the only person who could boss Heimdall around and get away with it.

Distracting Heimdall when he was being exceptionally stiff became commonplace. Suddenly there were many who were glad she was the one who won over Odin's right hand.

Some of those developments were more irritating than she could have imagined, leaving her on the brink of lashing out at him at times. In private, however, there were some changes that easily made up for them.

The most prominent was how needy he could be. One evening she was waiting for him on the wall, engrossed in the new song she was writing. Her eyes were closed, focusing on the feeling and the rhythm from her lyre, not noticing Heimdall walk right up to her. Apparently that was enough to vex him. He reached down and plucked the lyre from her hands, setting it down and out of her reach as he teased, "I'm so glad I could get your attention, Songbird." Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close as he could, nuzzling into her neck and making her giggle. He'd even go as far as to complain when she had other plans. Ever since her trips outside of Asgard ended Eivor had started accompanying Sif to check on the Midgadians behind the wall, healing anyone who was hurt and making staves to ward off wildlife. As a result she had to cut her time with Heimdall short on occasion. Without fail, as soon as she tried to excuse herself he, as she puts it, whines incessantly and constantly urges her to stay just a bit longer. She just about always ended up meeting Sif late thanks to him. It may have annoyed Sif to no end, but Eivor enjoyed knowing how much their time together meant to him.

In line with being needy, he also had a tendency to be handsy. Heimdall loved to nip at her lips and neck, his fingers wandering over her hips, maybe one of her thighs. It was simultaneously flattering and nerve-wracking. She didn't necessarily dislike the contact, but it was still something so novel that she wasn't sure how to perceive it. He never pushed her when he sensed her fear, but he never really ceased these actions completely either. Eivor couldn't say she minded too much. Physical touch did seem to be the way he preferred to express himself, and the closeness was heavenly on most days.

Given his inability to voice his feelings, his tendency to touch wasn't that surprising. With every passing day she saw how difficult it was for him to put his feelings into words, lack of practice being the culprit, she presumed. There were a number of situations that he could never handle with words. A prime example was when he asked about the new song she was playing. When Eivor explained she had thought of him while writing it he froze. The thoughts raced behind his eyes but none of them came forward, a smile and a sweet kiss arriving in their stead. He usually at least tried to find something to say, though rarely was he successful. It was cute, actually, that he was so well spoken and articulate at any other time but fumbled when his emotions pried their way out. The only times he could say something was when he did so on impulse, not a single thought preceding it.

Eivor couldn't even remember the words that lead up to it. She had made fun of him for something, as they always did to each other. As she giggled, next to him, feeling his arm tighten around her, he simply stared down at her. She asked what he was thinking, and he gave no response at first. After a moment of silence, he spits out, "Just…" A pause, his gaze softening. Then, "Admiring a wonderful sight." It was so out of nowhere, so abrupt and sincere. He even surprised himself judging by the slight widening of his eyes. How Eivor wished he would say these things freely, to see his watchman persona fail to hinder such divine moments. But he needed time, and she would wait as long as he needed if it meant she could give him intense kisses after his outbursts.

All of it was so strange, how different he was with her. There was some evidence of his fondness for her out in the open, but as far as everyone else could see Eivor had chosen the most horrific jerk in all the realms. He insulted everyone, dramatically showed off his physical and hierarchical power constantly, proving to be as pompous as he had always been. But not to Eivor. He never did any of that to her.

Well, except the pompous part. That was normal.

Despite how brutal and contemptuous he was, their private time was an outlier. "The dichotomy of Heimdall," she called it. He was so coarse, unforgiving, insensitive, condescending, and unbearable, even for her at times, yet so gentle and sweet when there were no eyes on them. He would trash talk Baldur for his insane tactics, lecture Magni and Modi for embarrassing all of Asgard just by being themselves. Then he would turn around and find her at their spot on the wall, curl up next to her as she sang. A few minutes later he took the clip out of her hair and let her locks fall freely so he could bury his nose in it, planting little kisses on each strand. So tender, passionate. He cared deeply for only a few things that he found worthy of his admiration, and knowing she was one of those rare things made Eivor overheat from the warmth it brought into her heart and soul.

"You really like my hair, don't you, Dall?" She joked, still trying to get him to embrace her alternative nickname.

"You're lovely," was all he said. One of those beautiful thoughts that just slipped out on their own.

Eivor bit her lip, powerless to contain the smile from blooming on her features. She slowly turned to look at him, gazing into his glowing violet eyes as she complimented, "And you're not too bad yourself."

Heimdall chuckles, "Oh? That's not what you've thought in the past?"

"Maybe I've changed my mind."

He rolls his eyes, scoffing at her jokes. Though he doesn't fight back, instead choosing to lean in and kiss her. He really did love it when she proved how well she could counter him, never losing that fire he found buried deep within so long ago.

No one would ever believe it, but to Eivor it made perfect sense. He was a vehement and devoted man, giving all of himself or nothing, and that made for a very caring and attentive partner when they had time to themselves. She didn't mind that he would censor himself in public if it meant she could look forward to the side that he saved just for her.

The days stretched on like this for almost two months, each one brighter than the last.

A decline. Very subtle, but Heimdall could see it.

Not in the romance that was still in its infancy, but with Eivor. She seemed much more…withdrawn. He discreetly investigated the cause, which turned out to be far from anything he expected. Within days he realized it had nothing to do with emotions or second thoughts about him.

It started with fewer conversations. Eivor would simply listen to him speak, letting him go on and on about his responsibilities, whatever complaints he had. Instead of responding with her own thoughts or playful insults she gave only a few words, just to signal that she was present. If he ran out of things to say the air would still, neither of them offering any further topics.

After a few more days of that she failed to respond at all. A mere nod was all she could offer. Heimdall had adopted a habit of filtering his foresight when they were alone, choosing to focus on her now that he had no real reason to pry at her mind, but he'd begun taking peeks to get a better look at her again. As he expected, she struggled to pay attention to what he said, losing focus and having to remind herself to listen.

It escalated — or should he say, deescalated — to no real conversation at all. Eivor was content to just cuddle into his side and rest her head on his shoulder, sometimes humming to him if she remembered. With each passing day she forgot more and more often.

He wasn't worried at first, thinking not much of it. But then he noticed something strange. She would sit next to him, drifting off but never falling asleep. Why, exactly, was something he couldn't figure out. On a night that he had a book to read he paused to ask, "Tired, are we?"

Eivor only hummed at first. "A bit." A smile came and she opened her eyes just a bit to shyly request, "Would you read to me?"

Heimdall blinked at her. "Read?"

"Yeah."

"I'm in the middle of this one."

"That's fine. I just want to hear your voice."

It took him a second to swallow the knot that rose in his throat, but he obliged. It was far more enjoyable and less boring than he expected, which was a pleasant outcome. That was when he noticed it. His reading seemed to lull her to sleep, but just before she would fall into slumber she would jolt, wide awake in an instant.

His guess was that she was trying to stay awake to listen to him. Which was amusing. Until he noticed it happening the next day, when he didn't have anything to read to her. Even with peaceful silence around them, her blanket softening the hard stone of the wall, something kept stirring her, and rather harshly if the alarm in her mind was anything to go by.

So that settled it. He knew exactly what was wrong.

She was exhausted. Sleep deprived. What he didn't understand was why. Eivor hadn't been busier than usual, nor had there been anything new that could be disturbing her. As a result…he was growing concerned.

When he felt her suddenly leap back into consciousness again he finally said it. "Songbird?" Again, no verbal answer. "Care to explain why you've been so sluggish as of late?" His tone was light and humorous, hoping that would get her attention.

Eivor shrugged, playing down just how right he was. "Just haven't been getting as much sleep lately."

"Obviously." He was a touch annoyed that she dodged the question. "I was expecting a more in depth explanation, if you would be so kind."

To his surprise Eivor seemed to grow solemn, pulling away from him and sitting up straight. He had to confess that a part of him was afraid he had been too callous. "There's just…something that's been keeping me up."

Heimdall's eyes went down to her hands, rising up to grip the collar of her dress, brows raised at the movement. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but a tattoo wasn't it. A deep blue symbol in the center of her chest, no larger than her fist and shaped like a withering tree with a tapering stem, located just below her collar bone and low enough that it barely dipped between her breasts. It wasn't a figure he recognized, seeming almost arbitrary in design as opposed to a standard stave or spell. "And that is?"

Eivor released her collar. "I don't really know." Her gaze went out to the night sky, distant, like she was hoping the stars held answers. "I've always had it, so I can only assume it's something my parents gave me. There's some kind of magic, a…tracking spell maybe? For a long time I felt it pulling me towards something, but after many years it gradually faded. Now it just flares up every one in a while, and it gets so persistent that it becomes invasive. So much that I can't sleep."

Heimdall hummed, not pleased in the slightest. If it were anything else there could be a solution, but this? He hated to say that it was out of his hands, and he abhorred that he was powerless. "Surely All-Father would have some way of dispelling it?"

"I'm sure he does but…I'm just afraid."

"Of?"

Her doubt and fear were clear, even without foresight to aid him. "That I might need it. That it's trying to tell me something. And if it's from my parents then…"

He had half a mind to tell her whatever it was didn't matter, his bias against one of her parents being an Asgardian traitor kicking in. That, however, was not an anger he wanted to spark, especially if she was in a state that contained less patience than usual. Without that recommendation he had nothing to give. "You said it only occurs sporadically. What makes it stop?"

A bitter chuckle. "A good night's sleep, something I only get after it's bothered me for so long that I practically pass out." She leaned back into him, adjusting her position to lay her head on his chest with her arms around his torso. "I just wait until that happens."

Still an unsatisfactory answer. He accepted her cuddling but his mind wandered. She wasn't the same when she wasn't in good health, and unlike any other he had met he would rather fix that issue than blame them for it. He knew she was worthy of that privilege, and he did miss her usual self more than he wanted to describe. "Asgard has medicine from every realm. There's surely some kind of herb or other remedy—"

"I've already tried."

Now he gave a frustrated growl. Unconsciously gripping her harder.

She laughed at him. "It's okay, Dall, really. It'll pass."

"Not fast enough," he blurted out, biting his tongue right away.

Eivor backed up, giving him a honeyed smile before taking his face into one of her hands and kissing him deeply. He let her rest against him, still unhappy. After some time he ushered Eivor to stand, claiming he "didn't enjoy being a makeshift bed." She heard "I want you to try to sleep," but of course he wouldn't come out and say that.

He always escorted her home atop Gulltoppr when they were out past nightfall, and this night was no different. She usually sat behind him, Heimdall preferring to take a less intimate arrangement when onlookers were about. Her fatigue must have inspired him, placing her on Gulltoppr in sidesaddle and mounting behind her, letting her rest against him. She thanked him with a brief kiss on the jaw before resting her eyes.

Just like that, everything began to fade, feeling nothing but Heimdall's warmth and the comfort of his embrace. Life was replaced by darkness.

Then the heat was gone, Heimdall's presence retreating as Gulltoppr stopped. It felt like they reached her cabin in an instant. As if she had fallen asleep…

That gave her an idea. One most would consider scandalous, maybe, but she had a feeling Heimdall wouldn't object.

He gingerly helped Eivor to the ground, lingering on her doorstep. She could see he was still perturbed that he couldn't control the problem. Not yet at least.

"There has to be some way to silence this magic without losing it. I'll speak with All-Father in the morning," he declared.

Eivor hummed, the exaggerated tone giving away that she had something in mind. His eyes narrowed at her as he waited for her to reveal whatever scheme she had.

"You could…" Eivor's gaze faltered, suddenly incredibly timid. "But there is something you could do yourself."

He was bracing himself, waiting for whatever teasing she had prepared.

She couldn't keep consistent eye contact. "Maybe if I had someone to keep me comfortable…I'd be able to fall asleep." There. She said it. Her cheeks were definitely too red to ignore, even in the faint moonlight.

That deep shade of red intensified at the prideful smirk he gave her. "I'm sorry, what was that? Are you implying something here?"

"Heimdall…"

"I'm merely trying to understand what it is you need, Songbird," he antagonized with thick sarcasm.

Eivor mustered up the energy to match his tone. "Well, I guess I'll spell it out for you since you clearly don't get it. Heimdall…" she paused again, still so embarrassed to voice it. But he wanted her to, it was written all over his face. He wanted her to say it out loud just for the satisfaction.

Damn his pride.

Heimdall only grinned harder, showing he had been reading her closely as he waited. With a defeated sigh she forced out, "Would you stay with me tonight?"

With his annoying expectations met, he took a step closer and placed his hands on her waist. "What an…unseemly request," he whispered.

Eivor rolled her eyes but still leaned in closer. "I mean to actually sleep, Heimdall. Don't get any ideas."

"Frankly I'm offended that you think so little of my intentions."

After a giggle her small voice asked once more, "So will you stay?"

Heimdall was quiet for a moment, just watching her, like he was pondering something. "I have no complaints."

Of course he wouldn't just say yes.

She let it go, suddenly too excited to wait. "Well then," she said as her hands took hold of his hands and pulled him to the door. "Come on in."

Heimdall nodded at Gulltoppr to dismiss the beast, then followed Eivor inside. Once the door was closed behind him he took a look around, noting how small her abode was. A single room, the bed pushed against the back wall, just a few feet away from the left corner, and a table in front of the window near its foot. To the right was a wardrobe against the same wall as the door, and on the one perpendicular to it were two bookshelves, shelves lined with trinkets, plants, and stories. There was a wooden trunk in the other back corner, where she kept her instruments. Or so he assumed when she gathered her flute and placed it inside. It wasn't much more than most other dwellings, barely any different than Magni and Modi's rooms. Which was something he disagreed with. She deserved much better, in his very important opinion.

"Soooo, what do you think? Too simple for you?" Eivor pressed, walking up to him and putting her hands on his chest.

"It'll do."

A roll of her eyes, having expected an answer like that. Then they grew wide, the idea hitting her. "Oh, you should call back Gulltoppr and stop by your cabin."

"What for?"

"You can't sleep in your armor."

True. And it would be easy to call back Gulltoppr and get whatever he needed. Despite that, it was the last thing Heimdall wanted. Leaving now, even if it was just for a few minutes felt…wasteful? It was hard to describe. All he knew was he had no desire to spend a single moment elsewhere. "I'm sure I can survive for one night," he joked.

"Are you sure?" Her eyes went down, trying to remember what she could have lying around. "Maybe I have something you could wear…"

An admittedly embarrassing snort came out of Heimdall. "Oh, I doubt that."

Eivor took half a step back, putting her hands on her hips and eyeing him like she was daring him to challenge her. "And why is that?" His response was to pretend he was considering it, his eyes going to the roof while he took a deep breath. A hand rose, stopping at the top of his head with his palm parallel to the floor. Then it slowly lowered, stopping at the top of Eivor’s, his gaze going between the starting point and its current one to emphasize the drastic distance. Eivor glared up at him and slapped his hand away. "Shut up!" Heimdall laughed loudly as she stormed over to the wardrobe, opening its doors while mumbling, "I must have an oversized cloak or something…" She took a second to yawn before beginning her search, her own limbs making her feel encumbered.

Heimdall shook his head, wandering over to the table by the bed and unclipping Hofud from his belt. "A wasted effort really." His sword went down on the table, followed by Gjallarhorn. He wouldn't leave it there for long, never allowing it out of his sight even in sleep. It was always within reach, and given how lightly he slept he would always be able to keep it safe. As was his sworn duty.

From across the room Eivor called, "I'm still going to try, because I care."

Heimdall raised a doubtful brow. "How thoughtful."

Silence for a moment.

"After I change." She added, still staring at him.

He watched her, waiting for her to do anything. When she merely displayed annoyance he took a peek into her mind and realized what she was asking. With an exaggerated sigh he turned around, facing the closed window with his back to her.

"Thank you, Dollface." Said with a painfully fake sweetness. Combined with the accursed nickname he couldn't hold back a grumble.

She remained behind the wardrobe door as she changed, more out of bashfulness than mistrust. Once Eivor wore sleeveless nightdress, plain white and long enough to reach her ankles, she rummaged around for what few candidates she could find. As much as she didn't want to give him reason to gloat, he was definitely right. With resignation she closed the doors to the wardrobe. "Alright, maybe I don't have something for you."

"Shocking," Heimdall drawled while the sound of metal meeting wood rang. Eivor turned her head to punish his attitude, the words crashing in her throat and clogging up her lungs. The leather waist guard was removed and on the table, long white tunic next to it, boots neatly tucked underneath. Just as she turned to snap at him he slung his leather under shirt over his head, leaving him wearing nothing but his pants and revealing his bare back. Every part of her body froze at the sight, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip to prevent her jaw from dropping. Her gaze scanned every inch of his exposed skin, appreciating the subtlety of his sculpted muscles. Defined, but not bulky, built lean and strong. Up and down she looked, raking over every little form flexing as he rolled his shoulders and stretched. Memorizing every bit of him, having no idea when she would be graced with the sight again. The trance was so powerful that she failed to notice that he wasn't doing anything, just standing there. Then he looked over his shoulder, the all-knowing gleam in his eyes perfectly matching his smug grin. Eivor couldn't help but rip her eyes away and slap a hand over her mouth, letting her freshly freed hair drape over her face to hide her. The bastard felt her awe and basked in it to satisfy his insatiable ego.

Heimdall chuckled roguishly, taking his sweet time strolling over to her. Arms reached out to turn her to face him, the impish smirk ever present. "I really don't mind," he purred, voice low and tantalizing. "You are allowed to look."

Shivers dashed down her spine at the throaty note. Now that he'd had his fun his smirk died down into a sultry smile. Eivor nervously lowered her eyes from his face and down to his chest, marveling at the toned pectorals and abs, the slight bulge of his deltoids, biceps, and triceps. He looked so much thinner with all of his armor, but clearly his hard work to protect the realm paid off immensely. She almost jumped when he lowered his head down to kiss her cheek and rumble, "And touch." With his permission her shaky hands rose, hovering over his torso briefly before softly brushing her fingertips over his skin. She could have sworn he twitched at her touch but his insistent kissing along her cheek and jawline left her too distracted to care. Daintily, carefully, her fingers explored him while he peppered open mouthed kisses across her jaw, her hands circling around to feel his obliques and back. He apparently liked it, his kisses growing into tiny bites while he sighed. The feeling was overwhelming, her hands caressing his skin as he held her waist, his heated breath blowing over her neck. It was so much, but in the best possible way, and she had no idea how to handle any of it. Does she embrace it? Slow down? Speed up? Invite him to touch her too? That one made her anxious, so much energy generated by the thought coursing through her veins that—

A yawn. One of her hands left Heimdall to cover her mouth, the excitement too much for her tired mind, it seemed. The watchman chuckled once more, pulling back and giving her a surprisingly gentle kiss on the lips. "If you're that bored then I'm not going to indulge you any further," he whispered, far too proud of himself. He sensed her sheepish defense, the need to assure him that he was completely wrong. He knew, and he didn't bother to tease her further despite the golden opportunity. "Maybe after a rest you'll be more appreciative."

Eivor rolled her eyes. What a ridiculous way to say he wanted her to get some sleep more than he wanted this moment to last. Very sweet, but always disguised. She didn't argue, letting him take her by the hand and lead her towards her bed. They only parted when they were at its side and Eivor peeled the sheets back as Heimdall went around to the other side. His iconic confidence shined through when he climbed right in, not a hint of hesitation, initially lying on his back. The few candles on her bedside table were extinguished before joining him. "You sure you're comfortable?"

Heimdall shook his head, turning onto his left side to face her. "You keep asking and maybe I'll decide I'm not."

Eivor only laughed. Then she shocked him by curling up into his chest, her hands tucked between them. He tensed, processing his extreme reaction. When he walked in he thought they would remain apart, maybe barely touching, once they had gotten acclimated. Yet she cozied up to him right away. Without any doubts. With complete trust and nothing but a desire to be next to him.

She always threw him off balance, always made him feel like there was more joy than he could ever imagine.

One of his arms was tucked under his head, the other finding her back and pulling her closer, burrowing into her hair.

"Goodnight Dall," she mumbled, already feeling the lack of sleep catching up with her.

Heimdall smiled so wide that it hurt. "And goodnight to you, Songbird."

It took minutes for her to fall asleep, the sigil on her chest silenced. Heimdall fell asleep faster than usual as well, Gjallarhorn forgotten on the nearby table.

He had it once. Now that he experienced it, he realized he had a problem.

The morning after he spent the night with her he was redressed and prepared for his patrol before Eivor awoke, bothering her to say goodbye before he left, and to order her to sleep as long as she needed. That should have been it. It should have been the end of that night.

But it wasn't. That night was haunting him.

He couldn't be rid of it because now he craved it every night.

His foresight always made it more difficult for Heimdall to fall asleep, and ignoring everything it picked up as he tried to doze off was a skill all on its own. Since that night it had been even harder. Not even the filtering techniques Eivor had taught him were enough to give him the peace he needed. It only took a few days for him to nail down that it wasn't a disturbance that was keeping him up. No, this time it was an absence of disturbance. A pleasant kind. A calming presence in his arms, the distinct scent lulling him into security, the feeling of her affection and desire to have him nearby…it had been more intoxicating than he realized. For days he fought against it, but it took a mere week for him to cave.

Night had fallen when he and Eivor were riding the lift down from the top of the wall, meeting the criteria for Heimdall to escort her home. That was their routine, one he broke when they stopped next to Gulltoppr when Heimdall refrained from helping her mount the beast. He looked to be lost in thought. "Are you not ready to go?" Eivor inquired.

That pensive expression morphed into his unmistakable confident smirk, much more casual that he was moments ago. "I was thinking…" he drifted off, suddenly hesitant.

"We both know that's not what you were doing."

Heimdall sneered, "And we both know you aren't capable of listening."

"I would if you'd say something for me to listen to."

Her sass made him roll his eyes, but he resisted no further. She did have a point, after all. He clearly was beating around the bush instead of just coming out and saying it. Unfortunately he would continue to do so, just in a fashion that was subtle enough for him to accept it. "It occurred to me that it's awfully discourteous of me to make you travel all the way back to your cabin. There are other locations that would be much more convenient."

Sand colored brows raised, curious. "Oh really? Like where?"

"I can think of a few. My home, for example, is…arguably closer."

Arguably. Meaning that was not necessarily true, but that was beside the point. Eivor tilted her head with narrowed eyes, knowing exactly what he was implying. "Are you asking me to stay with you tonight?"

Feigning surprise, Heimdal gasped and exclaimed, "What a splendid idea, Songbird! I never would have thought of it myself." The thick sarcasm was unnecessary, Eivor thought as Heimdall commanded Gulltoppr to lie down for them to mount. "Let's not waste time then, we—" his hands were at her sides, ready to hoist her up into the saddle when she cut him off.

"No, no, wait," Eivor tutted, tone playfully wicked. Heimdall did as she asked, waiting for her to explain. Her hands went to rest on his chest, making him match her smile. "You're not going to get away with doing it like that."

The god cursed to himself. He should have known. "Doing what, exactly?"

Eivor shook her head. No, he couldn't ask for something so intimate in that roundabout way. Their first night had been different, there was a reason for her to ask him to stay. This time there was no reason other than desire, and if they were going to take that kind of step in their relationship he had to be open about his feelings. He couldn't pretend he was aloof and too mighty for these things forever, and he needed to learn as much. What better way to get him to grow out of that habit than to offer a reward she knew he wanted? "You are going to ask me properly."

Heimdall blanched, jaw clenching from both his own cowardice and how easily she had seen through him. She held no judgment for anything he would say to her, he knew that and had no doubt asking for something he wanted would cause her to start. Yet no matter how many words had worked their way from his mind to his tongue his mouth refused to move. He hated all of them, how unbecoming they were, how weak they sounded. Even while looking down into Eivor's shimmering green eyes, ever patient and comforting, he couldn't bear the idea of openly admitting that he just needed her to stay with him, that he would be deeply upset if she didn't. The debate raged within his skull, weighing his options. Was it worth it? To be frank about his not-so-guilty pleasure?

Thinking back on all the times it had been…when he brought her to the wall for the first time, their first kiss, letting her caress him and cuddle with him just a week prior…

Yes, his entire being screeched. Yes, it was worth it, his pride be damned.

Never did he think he would say that.

Though his mind was made, he still failed to grasp the words floating around him, fluttering away and out of his grasp when he reached for them, but his recounting of their first time at the wall gave him an idea of how to approach it. He doubted she would be totally satisfied with it, but it was worth a shot. Heimdall released her, holding his hands out in feigned surrender and taking a step back. "Oh, I see. How could I forget?"

"Forget?"

"That you prefer formal invitations for these things."

Eivor's hand went to her face as Heimdall cleared his throat, straightened his back, and lifted his chin higher, looking like the stiff he was. "Not this again…"

Sounding like he was announcing the entry of a legendary king, Heimdall proudly called out, "I, Heimdall, Watchman of the Gods—"

"Heimdall, please—"

"Hereby formally invite Lady Eivor, Asgard's one and only Songbird—"

"Just stop."

"To grace my humble home—

"Humble?!"

"With her presence on this wondrous night!" The Aesir god bowed dramatically, like an actor wrapping up a scene. Once he lifted his head he found her cringing and shaking her head, though she betrayed her disgust with her laughter. Gulltoppr, however, wasn't pleased in the slightest, if his impatient grunt was anything to go by. As he stood he couldn't help but chuckle when she groaned, "Gods, I hate you."

"We both know that's not what you're feeling," he taunted, making her laugh harder. Though he may not have done exactly what she asked, he still felt so much better for doing it, powerless against his body as it moved closer to her, his hands reclaiming their place on Eivor's waist, gaze soft and smiling sweetly.

He silently wondered when he would learn to listen to her right away, knowing he would never regret doing so. At this rate he would want to heed her requests as much as Odin's in no time.

"Was that what you wanted?" He teased when she managed to look up at him.

"No!" She whined. With one last shake of her head, her giggles died down, voice lowering into a coo. "But I'll take it." Reaching up, she stroked his jawline with her thumb. "I'll stay with you."

Heimdall was wracked with shivers, the declaration feeling so much more significant than the context would suggest. Before he could catch himself his head turned towards her hand, planting a gentle kiss on her palm. An action that made her blush and look away from his intense glowing eyes. Without a word Heimdall took both of her hands, grinning as he helped her into the gradungr's saddle.

"Are we going to stop by my place first?" She asked as he climbed in front of her, wrapping her arms around his torso.

He glanced over his shoulder and joked, "No need. Unlike you, I do have something you can wear for the night."

Just as his initial approach suggested, Heimdall's cabin wasn't much closer than Eivor's. She was actually surprised she had no idea he lived so close, or where he lived at all, until now. What was even more unexpected was the size of his cabin, something she noted as Heimdall shooed his mount away. Some quarters around Asgard housed several apartments within, and this must have been one of those. It didn't seem like something he would agree to, though…

When Heimdall let her inside she realized this entire cabin really was all his. Easily twice the size of her cabin, maybe even three. It was split into a few rooms, an open arch allowing passage between them. The front door was tucked into a corner, looking straight into the archways, the view of the next room cut off by the wooden wall it was carved out of. In this first room was a desk to her right, placed in front of a window with papers and books neatly organized on it. Beyond that was a wide bookshelf housing at least a hundred books, next to a comfortable looking chair and a little round table with a lantern on it. The full shelves were decorated with precious gems and stone carvings that referenced Asgardian history, book ends of weaving patterns and golden accents, antique metal insignias on wooden display stands. Paintings depicting Asgard's wetland landscapes hung from the wall bordering the next room, the hues and subtle gold tint of their wooden frames complimenting the decorations on the bookshelf next to them. Her eyes followed Heimdall as he took a few steps in and removed Hofud from his belt, directing her attention to the wooden stand that he strung the blade over. There were a few weapons already there, a small ax and another sword, but neither appeared to have been used recently. Next to that stand were a few pairs of shoes. He gestured for her to follow suit as he removed his boots and nagged, "No tracking dirt in, if you don't mind." She obliged — not before rolling her eyes — and watched him wander through the archway and into the next room. Eivor did the same, marveling at a grand bedroom. Her bed was barely wide enough for both of them to occupy, but his would have no problem accommodating another person. There was enough space for maybe three people, the ornate wooden headboard giving it a regal look that perfectly matched the soft sheets and fine furs. It was placed in the middle of the wall to her right, a bedside table on each side. There was another door in the adjacent corner leading into yet another room. From what she could see it appeared to be a washroom, which was incredibly uncommon to her knowledge. Most Asgardians used public baths, though now that she thought about it, she couldn't even imagine Heimdall would ever willingly bathe in public with anyone. The wall to her left stretched onward, a set of shelves mounted on the walls containing gauntlets, knives, straps for bow quivers and belts. All of them for show, being far too flashy to be useful and materials too expensive to be worth soiling with dirt and blood. Beyond that was a vanity against the wall with a large mirror mounted to the tabletop. Because of course he needed a huge mirror. The most impressive portion of the room was the back wall, three arching windows stretched to the roof, sitting above an alcove adorned by furs. On each side of it were shelves built into the walls, lined with even more books, these feeling more important than the others. It looked like such a cozy place to read and she was immediately jealous that she didn't have one of her own.

Heimdall went to the alcove and pulled out a hidden drawer that was built into it. It was huge, more like a built-in trunk. That made it all the more odd when Heimdall opened it, revealing that it was empty. At least it seemed so until he lifted a wooden panel to reveal another, this one with a rectangular indentation carved into it. Gjallarhorn was removed from his belt and placed into that nook, perfectly sized to fit the horn. It was actually a genius hiding spot now that she thought about it. One would think such an important object would have a case or a smaller ceremonial box, but a trunk that looked far too big and drab would be the last place anyone would look. Tucking the drawer back in, Heimdall then closed the wooden shutters over the windows while Eivor turned her back on him, admiring the wall that held the archway between the two main rooms. The antlers, shields, and unconventional weapons were so well placed, balanced and leading the eye from one beautiful piece to another. Part of her wondered if Heimdall had organized the room himself, but that part was quickly silenced, concluding that he probably wouldn't like any of it if he didn't make it himself. Which meant he had excellent taste. It was almost embarrassing how much nicer his abode was, hers looking like an abandoned cave by comparison.

Eivor's smile grew when she felt his hands on her shoulders, clearly pleased that she was so impressed. "Thoughts?" He asked, as if he didn't know already.

"With how much you have in here I would have thought you were one of Odin's sons," she chuckled, leaning into his touch a little bit.

An answer he enjoyed, granting her a kiss on her cheek as he walked into the washroom next to them. "Well, I would say that I've earned such an honor." He returned just a moment later, carrying folded linen clothing under his arm. "Now, go on and pick something to wear," he invited while sweeping an arm to the washroom, as flamboyant as ever. After she crossed the doorway he called back, "Only pick something from the left half of the wardrobe." She nodded, stopping when he continued, "But nothing that is hanging from the top, those are difficult to clean." Once more, she tried to proceed before he cut her off with, "Nothing from the third drawer, or the bottom one either. And if you open the second only choose something from the right side. Oh, and keep away from any of the long tunics, I need all of those."

Eivor's face fell into one of confusion and disbelief as he rattled on. Really, she should have been prepared for him to be overly finicky about something as small as the layout of his wardrobe. She offered a slow nod and a strained, "...okay."

His response was to raise a disapproving brow. "Did you get all of that?"

A shrug. "Probably," she muttered while stepping away, not wanting to listen to all of that again. She heard him sigh in annoyance but ignored it.

The washroom was the simplest part of his home. It was a small space, only four paces wide and five long. Closest to the doorway was his wardrobe, large enough to cultivate the complex system he described. Across from that was a window, closed for obvious reasons. Beyond that was another mirror (of course) mounted on the wall, a cabinet positioned underneath it that carried candles to light the room. At the far end was a grey stone basin, round and tall enough to come up to her waist. It was large enough to fit two people, even though she doubted he ever needed that much space. Then again, no one needed this much space and luxury for bathing, but this was Heimdall. In the back corner was a door, one that she guessed was there for servants to prepare his bath when he requested one. She couldn't picture him letting anyone waddle through his home with a bucket full of water.

A small snicker sounded through her nose, rolling her eyes again at just how much Heimdall had for himself. It was ridiculous, but in character if she was honest. Upon opening the wardrobe she found it just as systematic as Heimdall described, deciding to take one of his tunics that was folded on a shelf in plain view, since he didn't provide any instructions for it. If that bothered him then he would have to get over it eventually.

Heimdall had changed into a plain white tunic and tan linen pants, busy with setting his armor aside while he called out, "You aren't overwhelmed in there, are you?" He smirked when he heard her scoff at him.

"Hard not to be with how picky you are." Heimdall rolled his eyes, hearing her voice grow clearer as she stepped back into the bedroom. "It's a little big, but I guess it works." When his head turned to make sure she hadn't taken something she shouldn't have, he paused, not at all ready for what he saw. Yes, he was expecting her to come out wearing something of his. What he hadn't planned on was…how much he liked it.

Eivor had chosen a tunic he hadn't worn in ages. A light blue one, so light that it was almost white, with short sleeves and a simple gold line across the bottom and end of the sleeves. On him it reached his hips, but in her it went half way down her thighs, the sleeves going just a little past her elbows, shoulders so much wider that their seams draped over her upper arms. The V shaped neckline was too big as well, dipping down just far enough for the sigil on her chest to poke out. He watched her pull on all the loose fabric, examining all the folds while her hair freely flowed about. A smile crawled across his face, eyes lingering on her hair. They did drop to her bare legs for a moment, this being the first time he'd ever seen them, though he felt every inch of her could he covered and he'd be just as enticed. Wearing something of his, making it abundantly clear where her affections lie…he loved it. Like he had conquered the deadliest battle and won the ultimate prize.

Aside from that, she looked, as much as he detested the word, incredibly adorable, wearing something so oversized.

She released the fabric and smiled at him. "It is pretty comfortable, though. I might just steal it." When Heimdall only gave her a chuckle in return, still grinning ear to ear, she smirked, growing mischievous. "You like it?"

Violet eyes finally pulled away as she slowly approached him. "It's flattering," he replied nonchalantly, pretending that he hadn't been staring.

Eivor stopped right in front of him, hands resting on his shoulders, standing on her toes to keep her face inches from his. "Do you like it because it's flattering," she whispered, making his heart skip, "or because it's yours?"

Heimdall put on an exaggerated expression, like he was considering it before suggesting, "Why not both?"

A shake of her head was what he got. He closed his eyes and leaned down to capture her lips, eager to taste them, but she slipped away.

"Before any of that, I really want to see your 'library' over here," she explained over her shoulder, approaching the shelves. Heimdall let out a huff for being denied but allowed it, taking a seat on the bed, watching her peruse his vast collection. "Oh yes, browse at your leisure, darling," he drawled, the pet name coming out before he even noticed it. He couldn't say he cared after he saw her smile.

It was strangely fulfilling, watching her wander around his home, wearing his clothes, knowing she would stay beside him in his bed. He began to wonder how long he could go without witnessing it again given he only lasted a week since the first time they cohabited. He smirked at her craning her neck and standing taller to see the shelves that were above her head and likely out of her reach, secretly hoping she would ask him to help her get something down. His foresight seemed to just shut up completely so he could see her excitement with his own eyes. All of it was just so…

Nice.

That was it. Nice. It wasn't a word he used often, but now it felt fitting.

"Compared to the rest of your cabin these books are really unorganized."

The comment snapped him out of his reverie, taking offense at the accusation. "They are organized."

"How? It's not alphabetical, or by author, or genre."

Heimdall tsked and shook his head. "Why would I when no one else will be looking through them. They're positioned based on how much I like them, the top left being my favorites."

Eivor snorted, somehow unsurprised. "That's not organized, Dall."

"By your subpar standards."

She didn't respond, eyeing the top shelf, where his favorites were supposed to be. "So you really liked all of them, then?"

"What?"

"All five books I gave you for the bet you lost." She looked at him, seeing that he might be a little embarrassed. "They're all at the top." Heimdall shrugged, saying nothing. Eivor made his way to his spot on the edge of his bed, almost gloating with her tone. "There it is." She caught him sighing. He knew what she meant. "That language of yours. You don't want to admit it…" A pause, prompted by Heimdall giving her a rather dashing smile and gripping her waist to pull her between his spread knees. "So you don't say anything," she finished, quieter.

Brows raised, he countered, "Something you should try. You talk too much." Without warning he yanked her forward as he laid back, pulling her down to lay on his chest. He couldn't help but laugh at the cute squeal that came out of her. He kept her there, feeling her nestle into him in a way that left him breathless while her sniggers died down to content sighs.

It was so wonderful, just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing. As long as she was there, everything was fine. So much better. So much happier. So euphoric that he wondered how it was even possible to feel this at peace when he knew there were so many vile things in the world. But now all he felt was her. Her breath on his neck, her fingers grasping his shirt. Upon taking a brief dip into her mind he could sense how at ease and delighted she was, both of their emotions mixing in his being to make him feel twice as dreamy as he already did.

All he wanted was this. Was that alright? To momentarily toss aside all his responsibilities and sworn oaths and wish that this could last forever? To feel like he would have no problem leaving everything behind if he could have her like this until the end of time? As much as his brain screamed that yes, it was incredibly irresponsible of him, his heart tore him in the opposite direction, begging him to just feel this for as long as he possibly could.

It was almost ironic. He could read minds at will and understand the intentions and emotions of others in a snap. His own, however, were becoming more and more unfamiliar. He understood them less and less ever since she agreed to be his.

"Heimdall?"

A hum, still too caught up in his thoughts to properly verbalize his acknowledgement.

"Can we move over now? This is getting uncomfortable."

Just to spite her he held her tighter, acting like he had no intention of moving. "Really? But I'm quite comfortable."

"Heimdall."

Ah yes, the agitated tone that warned him about her impending counterattack. Sighing loudly, as if she had asked him to uproot a mountain with his bare hands, he complied, releasing her and letting her climb next to him. He was on his feet, heading to the few candles around the room. "Go on then," he groaned, still putting on a show. Eivor ignored him, far too accustomed to his antics to pay any attention to them. The candles were snuffed out, save for the one on one of the bedside tables. A fortunate circumstance for him. He had the chance to get a decent look of her cozied up in his bed, committing that to memory along with the other lovely things he'd seen that night. She chose to stay on the half of the bed closest to the washroom, preferring to sleep on her right side. Heimdall walked around to the other, lifting the sheets and climbing in. He laid on his back, readying to blow out the final candle when he caught a glimpse of her expression. She was disappointed, it seemed. He stilled, eyes asking for an explanation.

Eivor bit her lip, suddenly incapable of looking him in the eye. "You…don't always sleep shirtless?"

Another hearty chuckle from him, finding her shyness unbelievably entertaining. He leaned over and blew out the last candle. "No, I don't." Heimdall returned to his back, turning his head to look at her in the darkness, smirk ever present. "But I could make a habit of it…if it pleases you."

Eivor squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. "You're the worst." She failed to support those words, scooting over to cuddle into his side and rest her head on his shoulder, a movement he happily agreed to. His hand rested in her waist, the other falling onto his stomach. Staring up at the ceiling, he didn't try to sleep yet. He just relaxed, taking in the feeling of Eivor at his side, her breath evening out as she drifted off.

All he did was stare. And think. This, everything they had started doing, it was practically a different world compared to how he used to live. Alone, hating everyone, having no reason to do anything but fulfill his duties and keep to himself. Now? Now he wished he had more free time. He was in a better mood more often, letting go of the numerous annoyances he had to deal with every day. He had something to look forward to that wasn't silence. He had company that he never got tired of, that didn't ask anything of him. It was all so much. Yet he had no complaints whatsoever, save for one thing.

Was this normal?

He'd read too many minds to believe this…this ecstasy was something everyone felt all the time, with everyone they knew. It was so different, far beyond affection or admiration or attraction. But in a good way. Was this "normal" something he'd never seen before? Or was it something he just didn't understand?

His eyes closed, brow furrowing. He'd always prided himself on being intelligent and well-informed, but now there were too many things he couldn't describe, so many foreign sensations that he couldn't name. As wonderful as it was, there was a touch of frustration building up. What was he missing?

Eivor sighed in her sleep, burying her nose deeper into his neck. Heimdall's tension melted right away. She somehow managed to do wonderful things for him even in her sleep, without even trying. For a moment he threw out whatever reservations he had about his own emotions, how they compared to what he knew. Did it matter if he understood? Did he have to? The answer seemed obvious as he pulled Eivor a little closer, too fed up with his own questions to care.

There was no reason to. He loved this. He loved her.

Violet eyes shot open. Every muscle taut.

Was…that what this was? So soon? Didn't these things take months? Years?

His head tilted to look at her again, watching her face and reaching over to play with loose strands of hair. When he felt himself smiling he knew. He knew he had answered all his questions without even realizing it.

Yes. He did. He did love her. Much sooner than he ever thought possible — never even thinking it could come to this — but this had to be it.

He stared up at the roof once more, taking it all in before closing his eyes.

Soon. He would tell her soon.

Even if he had no idea how.

I am severely disappointed that I have seen no one call Heimdall dollface smh

#songbird of asgard #heimdall #god of war #heimdall x reader #heimdall x oc #heimdall gow #god of war heimdall #gow heimdall #the songbird of asgard

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The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

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Chapter 2.) The Family Rys. Part 2.

A few days later they ran into another problem. Their son was sick.

Kylo had been very clingy to his parents as of late, and after they came back from a date night, he was very fussy and irritable.

“Shhhh baby. It's okay.” Shanelle said, bouncing him on her hip, trying to soothe him.

“Any luck?” Marquise asked.

“No. He's still fussy,” she replies.

Marquise noticed that he was pulling on his ear.

“He's pulling on his ear.”

“I noticed.”

After trying everything the parents could think of, Marquise took Kylo’s temperature, and when he read it his face was grim.

“What's his temperature?” Shanelle asked.

“38.3° Celsius,” he replied.

“Conversion?”

“101°.”

“Oh my God! We have to call Nadia.”

“I’ll call her.”

Marquise called and spoke to the twins’ pediatrician, who advised him to take the young Prince to the ER.

“She said that we should take him to the ER, and she’ll meet us there.”

“Okay, I'll get him ready.”

“And I'll let Mom know that we’re going to the ER.”

Shanelle nodded. Marquise noticed the worried look on her face.

“It's gonna be okay.”

“I know. I just…” Shanelle trailed off.

Marquise pulled her and Kylo close.

“I know. So let's get ready.”

With that, Shanelle got Kylo changed while Marquise called a car and alerted his mother.

“Oh, my poor little turtle dove. What do you two need me to do?” Margo asks.

“Just be here with Zyon and Khari. I'll call you if it becomes anything more serious.” Marquise replied.

“Alright. I'll call Shantel and let her know.”

“Thank you, Margo,” Shanelle said to her.

“Of course my dear. All that matters right now is my grandson’s health. Now you two go. Call me if you need anything.”

Marquise nodded gratefully at his mother before he and Shanelle left for the hospital. On the way to the ER, Kylo became hysterical and didn't want to be in his car seat. So Marquise took him out and cradled him tight to his chest.

“Shhhh! It's alright my love. It'll be alright.” he said trying to soothe his crying son. “I know you don't feel good. We’ll be there soon. I promise.”

After a 20-minute car ride, they finally got to the hospital and were ushered to a private room, where his pediatrician Dr. Nadia Sorvano-Rys, Marquise’s aunt, and the head of the ER were waiting.

“Thank you for meeting us here Nadia.”

Their pediatrician nodded.

“I wish it were under better circumstances, nephew. Now let me introduce you both to Lord Dr. Grant Hadley head of the ER Department.” Nadia said as she introduced him to the royals, “Dr. Hadley, meet my great-nephew and his parents.”

Dr. Hadley bowed.

“Your Majesties. It's an honor to meet you and the Prince. And much like Dr. Sorvano said I wish it were under better circumstances.”

“It's a pleasure doctor,” Marquise replied.

Dr. Hadley nodded.

“Now that we've been introduced, let's see what's wrong with the little one,” Nadia said before smiling at a crying Kylo, “Oh you poor thing. I know you don't feel well. Well, that's why we’re here to make you feel better.”

Nadia looked at her parents.

“May I?” she asked.

Both parents nodded before Shanelle handed her son to Nadia who was not very happy about it.

“Shhh! It's okay dear.” Nadia said to the Prince in a soft tone to soothe him, “There there. It will be alright. We're here to make you feel all better.”

As Nadia held Kylo, she looked over to his father and smiled.

“I remember when you were this little,” she said to him.

“I would hope so,” he replied.

“Now my little Prince, let's see what's wrong hmm?” Nadia asked Kylo who had finally calmed down.

After running a few tests it was determined that the Prince had a double ear infection. His parents were just grateful to have a diagnosis. While waiting for his medicine, the young Prince became restless, so his father decided to take him on a walk. While walking down the hall, he stopped by a nurses’ station to see where the hospital's solarium and playroom were.

That's when he was informed that they were closed because of hospital budget cuts. While a nurse was able to open both for him and his son, he was not happy and would be meeting with the hospital board to discuss the issue.

When the couple finally left the hospital they were informed that Kylo would require ear drops every 4-6 hours and children’s Tylenol every 8 hours for 10 days and he would see Nadia again in 7 days.

Once back at the residence, both parents were exhausted but thankful their son would make a full recovery.

The next few days Marquise found himself buried in the children's hospital budget for the fiscal year. He found most of the heads of every department and members of the Board Of Trustees received bonuses but the yearly 15% increase in worker pay had not been paid in nearly a year and a half.

This led him to convene the hospital board to address the matter. After meeting with the board and being dissatisfied with their answer, Marquise fired the then Head of Trustees and imposed a reduction in pay for board members, as well as the reallocation of hospital funds to the proper channels to balance out the fiscal budget.

When October rolled around, it was all about celebrating birthdays for the family. Starting with the Princess.

Rather than have a big birthday celebration like her Daddy had originally planned, Khari opted for something low-key and quiet, she wanted to go apple and pumpkin picking at her father’s duchy.

They took the two-hour drive from the palace to Duchy Anyango. When they arrived at the duchy mansion they were greeted by the head of the staff there. Margo’s sister-in-law Anna Rousseau.

“Bonjour vos majestés! C'est bon de te voir!” Anna said in French.

“Bonjour Anna. C'est cool d'être ici.” Marquise replied.

Anna also greeted him with a warm hug.

“It's so good to have you all here. How are you, nephew?”

“I'm doing well, Anna. How are you?”

“I am well nephew. Come let me show you all to your rooms. Then I can have all the time to play with my great niece and nephews. Jean-Pierre will be here soon.”

Once inside and settled, the family was joined by Jean-Pierre, the rest of Marquise’s extended family as well as the families of the house staff members. After a big family meal, Khari wanted to explore the mansion before they went to her father’s apartment for the night. Marquise took her and her brothers on a tour of the home. Regaling them in the wild stories of when he and their uncle would stay here with his mother. Showing them the hidden passages where he and Leo would hide when it was time to leave.

They stopped when they got to Eleanor’s bedroom. Shanelle knew how hard it was for him to be there but she knew he wanted their kids to see it.

“What room is this one Daddy?” Khari asked.

“This is my mother’s room,” he replies.

Khari looked up at the huge doors.

“Can we see inside?” she asks.

“Of course you can,” he replied.

Marquise took a gold key out of his pocket and turned it over in his hand before using it to unlock the doors. The doors opened to show an elegantly kept bedroom with a huge 4-poster canopy bed in the center of the room. As the children and Shanelle walked in, Marquise stood in the doorway just looking inside. As much as it hurt to look around, he knew his children deserved to see their grandmother's bedroom. Khari noticed the look on his face.

“Daddy?” she asked as she took his hand.

That snapped him out of the trance he was in.

“Huh? Yes my love?” he replied.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Marquise sighed.

“I will be my love.”

“Will you show us around Daddy?” she asked.

“At once Your Highness,” Marquise replied with a bow that made Khari giggle.

Marquise went around the room explaining everything and why nothing had really changed in the room. When he got to Eleanor’s closet, he paused for a second before opening the doors, to reveal many of her old dresses and her wedding gown.

“It's so pretty,” Khari said as she looked at it.

“Thank you, my love. It's being saved for you.”

Khari turned around to look at her father.

“For me?” she asks.

“Yes. It's my hope that when…if you ever get married, you'll wear it in her honor,” he replied.

Khari smiled and nodded.

“I will Daddy. For you.”

Marquise smiled just as Shanelle brought the boys over.

“Boys look!” Khari said to her brothers, “That's gonna be my wedding dress when I get grown up.”

Shanelle raised an eyebrow at her husband.

“I thought you were gonna wait until she turned 16 to show her your mother’s wedding dress.”

Marquise shrugged.

“Couldn't wait.”

“Mommy look! Daddy said that's gonna be my wedding dress.”

Shanelle shook her head with a smirk.

“Congratulations Your Majesty. You have officially put that thought into her head. And now she's gonna run with it.”

Marquise snickered.

“Mission. Accomplished.”

That night as everyone got ready for bed Khari asked her dad if they could stay in her grandmother’s room for the night, and of course, the King couldn't say no. He and Shanelle watched their children drift off to sleep in his mother’s before getting ready for bed themselves.

“You okay?” Shanelle asks him.

Marquise took a deep breath.

“I will be. I knew one day I would have to bring them here and show them. I'm just processing my emotions right now.” he replied.

“I know how hard it is for you to be here without missing her. But I'm proud of you.”

Marquise smiled softly.

“I wish she were here. If she had lived, this is where she would've retired to after we took the throne. She would've greeted us along with Anna. And she would've insisted on the children staying here with her. She would be reading them their favorite bedtime stories before putting them to bed.”

“I know.”

“She would have adored our children. She would've had them with her every weekend. We literally would have picked Khari up from school and then come here so she could be with them.”

Shanelle smiled.

“I imagine they would be in town at the library with her. Running around and playing in the aisles while she read and kept watch on them from her little quiet corner. Then they'd go see Jean-Pierre at the butcher shop and then come back here, where she'd cook for them. It would be all our daughter would talk about.”

Marquise nodded.

“I see so much of her, her love, and her spirit in our children. And I never want to let it go.”

“I know.”

“Come on. It's time for us to get some sleep. We have a very big day tomorrow.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“I can't believe our girl will be 6 tomorrow.”

“I know. She's a big girl now. Or at least that's what she always tells us.”

Shanelle just smiled.

The next day was a very big day. It was Khari’s birthday. The couple could not believe their miracle baby was 6 years old.

After a big birthday breakfast, it was off to Ferme Familiale Geaneaux to visit the apple orchard and pumpkin patch. The couple enjoyed watching their kids run around the orchard with their cousins. Playing amongst the pumpkins, apple trees, and bushes all over the farm. It was especially hilarious to watch the children pick out their pumpkins. Namely, Khari who was struggling to lift a pumpkin that was almost as big as her.

Her parents watched snickering the whole time.

“Go help her,” Shanelle said to her husband.

“Nope. She has to learn how to do things by herself. So I'm gonna let her figure this out on her own.”

“You are so mean.”

Marquise scoffed.

“Says the mother standing next to me laughing at our daughter.”

They watched as their daughter tried every which way to lift the pumpkin until she finally gave up.

“Daddy! I need help,” Khari said as she called out to her father.

“I'll be right there my love,” Marquise replied.

Shanelle shook her head as Marquise went over and retrieved the pumpkin that his daughter wanted. He then helped his boys pick out theirs. It was also hilarious and adorable to watch them try to carry their pumpkins. Once the pumpkins were picked it was time for apples. That meant Marquise would have to face down his arch-nemesis, the apple tree he fell out of, and broke his arm as a kid.

“I hate this tree,” Marquise muttered.

Margo and Shanelle groaned.

“Oh my God!”

“Son, will you please let that go? It's been years.” Margo said to him.

“No, I will not let it go! This tree has always given me trouble!” Marquise replied.

“It's a tree!” the two said to him.

“I don’t care! It's still trouble!”

“You act like something bad will happen again.”

“It might!”

“It will not! Now go! The kids are waiting.”

Marquise grumbled before taking his kids to the tree. Sure enough, as His Majesty climbed down the ladder, he missed a rung and came crashing to the ground. Leaving everyone around him dying of laughter. None more than his wife and mother.

“I HATE THIS DAMN TREE!” he proclaimed.

After spending all day at the farm and orchard, it was time for Khari’s birthday dinner. Which had all of her favorite foods. Including her daddy’s spaghetti carbonara.

“Daddy, can I help you make it?” she asked.

“Of course my love. Since it's your birthday, I'll let you stir the egg yolks and cheese together. How about that?” he asks.

“Deal!”

While Marquise got everything else started, Khari whisked the egg yolks and grated cheese together with all her might until her arms got tired.

“How's that daddy?” she asked.

“Perfect! And now…” he replies.

“We mix it all together!

“Exactly!”

Cooking with his daughter always reminds Marquise of the times he would cook with his mother. Once dinner was done and served, it was time for him to give Khari her birthday present. A custom-made diamond charm bracelet.

“This is for me?!” she asks.

“Yes, my love. It's for you,” he replies.

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you so much!”

“You're more than welcome. Do you know what the charms on your bracelet mean?” he asks.

Khari shook her head no.

“They represent your grandparents. Can you guess which ones represent who?” he asked.

“I can try.”

“Go ahead.”

Khari studied each of the charms.

“The stacks of books and the apple charms on the right are for Grammy and Pop Pop. Because Grammy is a teacher and Pop Pop is from Cordonia.”

“That's right. What about the two charms on the left?” he asked.

She smiled when she looked at them.

“The Dove is for Grammy Margo. Because that's her favorite bird. And the turtle…is for Grandpa George. Because he loved turtles. And would always read to me his favorite book about them.”

“And what about the two in the center?”

Khari looked at them thoughtfully.

“The crown is for my Grandmother. And the shield is for my Grandfather.”

Marquise nodded before fastening the bracelet on her right wrist.

“Happy Birthday my beautiful love. I will always be grateful and thankful for you,” he whispered to her.

She looked up at him before throwing her arms around him and giving him the biggest hug she could manage.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, my sweet one. I will always love you. You will always be my little girl.”

To say Khari’s birthday weekend was a success was an understatement. And now it was time for the King to celebrate his own birthday.

And what better way for Marquise to celebrate his birthday than in Las Vegas?

When he arrived in Vegas, he had one thing on his mind, having as much fun in the city of sin as humanly possible. And who better to do that with than Logan?

When they arrived at the hotel they were taken to what is called the King Suite. Which is one half of the entire top floor of the hotel. Complete with a fully stocked kitchen and private chef, a laundry room, access to the rooftop pool and bar, a fitness center, a 24-hour private concierge, a fully decked out spa, and every individual bedroom is equipped with its own fully stocked mini bar.

Shanelle spared no expense when designing her hotel. And the guys took advantage of it. They had dinner fit for a King at Asador. The new steakhouse at the hotel. When they got back to the floor both were fuller than a couple of ticks.

“Man, I am stuffed. I ate like a pig.”

Marquise snickered as he poured them both a drink.

“Pumbaa you are a pig.”

The two laughed as they shared a drink.

“Dude you watch too many Disney movies.”

“Tell my daughter that.”

“Nope. I know she runs the show.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Logan downed his drink before reaching the bottle.

“Man big sis does it again. This shit is smooth.”

“I mean have you seen the hotel?” Marquise asked.

“True. I can’t wait for tomorrow. What are we doing for your birthday?” Logan replies.

“One name: Las Vegas Motor Speedway.”

Logan’s face lit up.

“Long live the King!”

The next day was indeed the day of the King. After a huge breakfast, he and Logan were chauffeured to the speedway. When they got there they were greeted by the raceway owner and wee given the keys to two custom built Ferraris.

“Am I dreaming?!” Logan asked.

“Nope.” Marquise replied.

“Good! Let’s go!”

The guys spent hours zooming around the track trying to out race each other. When they got back to the hotel they had massages waiting on them. After the massages and taking a dip in the rooftop pool the two were lounging in the living room of the suite.

“This day can’t get any better.” Logan said.

“Oh it’s about to because we have tables to conquer.” Marquise replied.

A slow grin crossed Logan’s face.

“About damn time!”

Marquise cackled.

“Let’s go.”

As Marquise got ready to leave he got a call from his wife.

“Hey beautiful!”

“Hey you! Happy Birthday Handsome!”

Marquise chuckled.

“Thank you gorgeous.”

“How is it?” She asks.

“It’s amazing. We’ve had a blast.” He replies.

“Wonderful. Thank you for being my guinea pig. And tell Logan I said thanks.”

Marquise snickered.

“Will do.”

That’s when Logan popped his head in.

“You ready man? Let’s go!”

“Is that Logan?” Shanelle asks.

“Hey big sis!” Logan replied.

“You enjoying yourself baby bro?” She asks.

“Yes! I love it here!” He replies.

Shanelle smiled.

“Good. Well I won’t keep you two. Have fun! And do not break anything!”

“Yes ma’am.” Marquise replies.

“Logan! That goes for you too! No breaking anything. That includes the law! Got it?” Shanelle asks.

“Yup. Scouts honor!” Logan replied.

Shanelle scoffed.

“Scouts honor? Fool you never even made it to a merit badge.”

Marquise cackled while Logan made a face.

“Have fun you two!” She said before hanging up.

Logan and Marquise looked at each other.

“Are we gonna listen to her?” Logan asks.

“Mostly.” Marquise replies with mischief in his eyes.

“And how will we do that sire?” Logan asks.

“Elementary my dear Logan. We won’t be breaking anything. Only bankrupting every casino we come across.” Marquise replied.

“Lead the way!”

The guys headed for the casino downstairs. They cleaned up nicely. Then moved on to the next hotel. Annihilating everyone that played against them. They took a break from playing to catch Usher in concert.

“There are a lot of women here!” Logan said as he looked around.

“And a lot of them are married.” Marquise quipped.

That’s when Usher hit the stage. They enjoyed the performance and were able to get backstage and meet Usher. While Marquise was cool with him, Logan couldn’t stop mean mugging him.

“Will you stop?” Marquise said to him.

“No! This man tried to steal my wife!” Logan replies.

Marquise rolled his eyes.

“Get over it Logan!”

“No!”

“Logan! I paid a lot of money for these tickets! Do NOT get us thrown out of here!”

“Fine! But I still don’t like him!”

“Fair enough.”

They spent the rest of the weekend wreaking havoc on various casinos and having a good time. That Sunday morning the guys were enjoying a big breakfast in their custom made robes.

“Remind me to thank big sis.” Logan said.

“You’re about to walk out of here in that robe aren’t you?” Marquise asks.

“Absolutely! You see this?” Logan said pointing to the top of the robe, “The right says Logan, and the left says little brother. So you damn skippy I am!”

“Fair enough,” Marquise said with a chuckle.

“Did you get one?” Logan asks.

“Of course. Mine said Daddy and Husband on the left. And King and Birthday Boy on the right.” Marquise replied.

“Nice!”

“Thank you for hanging out this weekend.”

“Always brother. It’s always fun when we get together.”

“Indeed it is. We’ll do it again.”

“Definitely. The Princes’ birthday is coming up.”

The two clinked their glasses of Prosecco together. This was a very good birthday weekend for the King. Next up was Shanelle’s birthday. Much like her daughter she wanted something low key, so they went to her resort in Belize for her birthday.

When Shanelle woke up on the morning of her birthday she was greeted by her husband’s smile.

“Happy Birthday Gorgeous,” he whispered before kissing her softly.

“Thank you handsome,” she replied

“Shall we head out on the patio for breakfast?” he asked.

“In a few, I wanna lay here in your arms for a little while longer,” she replied.

He pulled her closer.

“As my Queen commands.”

When they finally left the bed, breakfast was waiting for them. They spent that entire weekend, exploring the local town and cuisine, touring one of the private islands off the coast, snorkeling, and running along the beach. Having a quiet vacation celebrating her birthday, made Shanelle extremely happy.

She wanted to save her excitement for the twins’ first birthday. Which was a week after her own. After hosting the annual Palace Halloween Party, it was time to celebrate the twins.

The twins were turning one and the couple was thankful that all the party planning was left up to the staff at Lowyn Winery. The couple let their daughter pick the theme and she chose one of the boys’ favorite games, Super Mario Bros. Marquise flew into Los Angeles that Thursday before for the Time Magazine Top 100 Party. He used that night to meet and network with a lot of celebrities.

Shanelle and the children flew in the night before and spent time with Bronwyn and her family. It is always a great time when the cousins get together the same was true about the parents.

“I owe you and Lo so much for this,” Shanelle said to Bronwyn.

“You know I love this. It's for the boys.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“I can not believe that my babies will be one.”

“I understand completely. I remember feeling that way when Bran and Bray turned one. It doesn't feel real.”

“Nope. I look at them and still see these two tiny humans. And now they're walking or I should say running all over the place and trying to talk.”

“I get it.”

“Girl, our kids are growing up.”

“How do we stop it?” Bron asked.

“When I figure that out I'll let you know,” Shanelle replied.

The next day was the big day for the family. It was the Super Rys Bros Birthday Bash at the winery. The staff went all out to give the twins a birthday party to remember.

Games, gift bags, goodies, and everyone in costume -much to His Majesty’s chagrin-. It was a fun time. The twins enjoyed running after their sister, cousins, and friends. And they loved their cake.

Whether it was Kylo’s excitement or curiosity, no one is really quite sure, but whatever it was, it caused him to dive face-first into the birthday cake, much to his mother's horror and his father's absolute delight.

“Kylo! Baby no! You’re not supposed to kamikaze into the cake.” Shanelle fussed.

Marquise looked at Logan. Logan looked at him. And both died laughing.

When Kylo re-emerged he had a big smile on his face and hands full of cake as well as being covered. Shanelle just shook her head, shrugged, and laughed.

“Have at it y'all. The cake is clearly up for grabs.”

Seeing her boys have a great time at their birthday party made the day perfect. And their birthday weekend wasn't even over yet.

The family hopped on a flight to Boston to go watch The Patriots vs The Commanders game live. And to host the kids of the group homes that Marquise has been sponsoring for years. They met up with Tommy Mason, the director of the group homes, and his family.

“Ohhh! It's my favorite royal jackass! He's finally come home!” Tommy teased.

Marquise snickered.

“Fuck you, Mason.”

The two embraced.

“It's good to see you, man. Thank you for hosting the kids.” Tommy said to him.

“Tommy, we've been doing this for years. It's always a pleasure.”

They spent the day at Gillette Stadium with all the kids. Meeting the players, the cheer squads, getting signed jerseys, footballs, and bears. As well as donating $3 million to the Patriots’ charitable foundation. And watched from Marquise’s 4 private boxes. It was his little ones’ first-ever live football game. And he wanted his babies to have an amazing experience.

On the flight home to Cordonia, Shanelle watched over the children as they slept, and she couldn't help but get a little emotional and Marquise noticed.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he sat next to her.

She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“I will be. It's just hitting me that our boys will be one tomorrow. They're really here.” she replied quietly.

He wrapped an arm around her.

“It's okay my love. I know why you feel the way you do.”

“You do?” she asked.

“Yes. Because you still miss him,” he replied.

“I can't help it. Sometimes I get scared that he hates me for loving them.”

“Look at me, I swear to you with God as my witness, even now, he doesn't hate you. He doesn't hate me. He doesn't hate us.” Marquise said, speaking about the son they lost, “He knew your heart was incomplete. He knew that you have yearned to be with him for all these years. That is why he became our guardian angel. He is why we have our three miracle babies. Because he loves us. And he knows that we will always love him. Alright?”

Shanelle nodded.

“I know that sometimes it's hard not to think about him whenever you look at them. To wonder what our lives would've been like had he lived. I understand that guilt. I live with it every day. Just like you. But I know in my heart that our babies are here for a reason. I know that he watches over all of us. And he loves us from afar.”

Shanelle smiled softly at him.

“Thank you, baby. I needed to hear that. Like you said, sometimes it's just hard. I'll be fine.”

He kissed her forehead softly.

“I know. I will always be here if and whenever you need me.”

“I know.”

He tilted her chin up so she could look him in the eye.

“I love you. Never forget that.”

“I love you too handsome.”

The next day was the twins’ actual birthday. And since the family had gotten back to Cordonia late, they decided to let Khari stay home for the day so she could celebrate her two baby brothers.

The parents were getting the twins dressed when Zyon spoke his first word.

“Touchdown!” the little Prince spoke as he played with football.

Both of his parents froze.

“Whaaat?”Shanelle asks.

“I think…he just spoke,” Marquise replies.

They looked at their son and waited for him to speak again. And sure enough, he spoke.

“Touchdown!” he said again before tossing his football haphazardly across his crib.

The parents looked at each other.

“Oh! My! God!”

“My son’s first word is touchdown?!” Marquise asks.

“Apparently,” Shanelle replies.

The two started laughing, which made both twins giggle.

“I swear. These two have never been more of a blessing to us.”

Shanelle nodded.

“Happy Birthday my babies,” Shanelle said as they held the boys close.

Marquise smiled softly.

“We are so grateful that we have you both. And you’re both healthy, happy, and loved by so many.”

While having breakfast, an attendant came by with some news.

“Pardon my interruption, Your Majesties. But I have some news for you,” the attendant said.

They looked at each other.

“Go ahead,” Marquise said to the attendant.

“It's news about Her Majesty’s uncle King Edward. He's had a stroke and is currently in the hospital.”

The couple just looked at each other. Both were surprised but given who it was, they weren't all that shocked.

“Are you sure?” Shanelle asked.

“Yes ma'am. The news came in just a few minutes ago, from Queen Genevieve.” the attendant replied.

“Is he stable?” she asks.

“Yes ma'am. He's in a medically induced coma at the moment.” the attendant replie

Marquise studied the look on his wife’s face.

“Thank you. That will be all.”

The attendant bowed before excusing himself. Khari was curious.

“What happened to your uncle Mommy?” she asks.

“He's gotten really sick,” Shanelle replies.

“Oh. Will you go see him?” she asks.

As much as Her Majesty wanted to say no, she knew she couldn't.

“Yes, I will. But I have to tell Pop Pop about what happened to him first,” she replies.

“If you want I'll tell him.”

“Thank you but no. He won't take the news from you well.”

“Pop Pop’s gonna be so sad.” Khari quipped.

“But that's why he has you and your brothers. To cheer him up.”

Khari nodded.

Shanelle sighed.

“You stay here with them,” she said to her husband, “I have a phone call to make. Assuming Genevieve didn't beat me to it.”

Marquise nodded.

“Good luck.”

“Yeah. I'm gonna need it.”

Shanelle excused herself to call her father and prepare him for what could be the worst about his brother.

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Idk if it's too early to ask about your characters without you reblogging any character ask memes but I am curious about this new story so here we are. What inspired you to create this story? I've been MIA for a while but it was really nice to see you start a story again so I'm just curious how this story came to be. So far I love what I'm seeing and I hope this story goes well! I can't wait to learn more about these new characters!

OF COURSE YOU CAN ASK ME ABOUT MY CHARACTERS

(this goes for everyone ok like just bc i don't reblog those character ask games all the time, know that i am always open to asks regarding my stories and characters)

now *cracks knuckles* time for me to tell y'all the story of how this new story decided to come into the picture

so rewind allllll the way back to february 2022. i was having issues with my saves so to check out what the fuck was causing this, i started a new save JUST TO TEST and so you know how they put you in cas when you first start a new game? the sim they gave me was actually super cute so i was like aw she cute i'll keep her in case i ever wanna do something with her or whatever. i saved her to my gallery, went and fixed whatever issue was happening to my saves, went back to my normal bullshit

fast forward to july 2022. my personal life in may and june was an absolutely nightmare. didn't touch sims for weeks bc i was so stressed and when it finally all settled by the time july came i didn't feel like doing anything serious with sims so i was like oh WAIT i remember that one sim i saved! lemme use her as a base and make a cute gameplay sim!

IN COMES RISA! she was just supposed to be a gameplay sim! that's why she's maxis mix bc i just wanted to vibe and have fun. so i move her into san myshuno's fashion district and start thinking about her backstory bc all fun, no story JUST FUN

but then guess who starts to interact with her when she moves in

AKIRA KIBO

YES. HIM. to all the new readers if you didn't know, akira is akira kibo from the karaoke legends household. MY BOY IS A PREMADE

i mean he was always hot but ea just didn't let him shine so i had to do it lmao

and bc my storytelling brain has no fucking self control my mind started thinking of scenarios as i developed risa and i talked to my friend about these concepts on discord and she called it before anyone else

i was like psh no it's not a story

yeah...........

the more i shared this with my friends they were loving it and encouraging me to do something with my ideas, even if it's a book, a draft, or some sim edits

and well. the storyteller in me couldn't resist. i was having so much fun with them and honestly doing something entirely new was a breath of fresh air, especially bc this story won't be as heavy and dramatic as redemption and sincerely, yours. i started plotting and eventually it turned into a story.

NOW WE'RE HERE

anway, so that's how this story was born lmao i hope you enjoy the ride!

and of course this in no way means i'm neglecting redemption and sincerely, yours! those stories are way too dear to me to give up on. when i reach a good point to stop at for this story, i'll return to them!

#ask #xenoplvtinum #you have no idea how happy i was to answer this lmao

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