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Thrown - Chapter 43: A Perfect Fit

Summary: You and Loki discuss the upcoming ball.

Word Count: 1,251

Author's Notes: I was hoping to keep the once-a-week schedule up at least through November, but the days have gotten darker more quickly than I expected. May be switching to every-other-week. Will decide in the next several days.

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"This neckline, I believe, would most suit you, my lady." Elof held up the bodice of a dress as an example. You nodded. "I'll trust your judgement on that." "Excellent. Now, if you please?" The tailor gestured to a riser near a set of mirrors. You gingerly stepped up and he bustled about, taking measurements with his tape and writing on a pad.

Loki stood nearby, leaning against a table and watching you intently. The preparations for the Midsummer ball were moving along on schedule. This meant Elof certainly had all the work he needed, but he had been adamant that you were not to wear a dress made by anyone else. Then, when he found out you would be attending on Loki's arm he insisted on a fitting immediately. A grander dress was called for, was the reason given. You had tried to protest but he wouldn't hear it. It was a scenario Loki had seen play out a few times now with Æsir who were determined to repay your kindness. You were often reluctant to receive any boon, but you were met with the same dogged generosity that you had surely shown them. A smile turned up his lips as he watched you now. Your expression was somewhat awkward as Elof circled you and made notes on each of your dimensions. Loki's mind was already swimming in the image of you in an Asgardian gown. He couldn't wait to see it.

"So, my dear, what were you thinking for the color?" Elof looked up from the pad, his eyes cutting to Loki. "I was thinking red?" You kept your expression perfectly level, but Loki knew better. "Maybe a nice crimson?" Loki set his jaw and narrowed his eyes. "Never entangle yourself with a mortal woman, Elof." He warned as he pushed off the table. He kept his glare fixed on you as he approached. "She will try your patience at every turn." You were doing your best to rein in your smirk as you looked down at him from the riser. Elof chuckled while he scribbled something on his pad. "I would expect nothing less from your match, sire." Your eyebrows rose in victory. Loki took your hand and considered it for a moment before placing a kiss to it and meeting your eyes again. "I suppose you're right." Elof waved toward another room. "I have some very lovely green fabrics in my inventory, if you would like to come take a look." "I guess that will do." You sighed dramatically as Loki helped you step down.

Upon leaving the tailor's shop you immediately took Loki's arm and leaned into him as the two of you walked down the street. This garnered a few stray glances. Contrary to what Thor might have led him to believe, the shared feelings between the two of you had not been known by the entire population. Though the gossip seemed to be spreading quickly and he had yet to meet someone who seemed surprised at the revelation.

"Tell me again what I can expect at this ball." You squeezed his arm as you walked. "Food and dancing. Wreaths of flowers. Outside there will be bonfires. Plenty to drink. For the Æsir, even. I hear that Asbjorn and his sons are building up enough stock of their Asgardian spirits to drown half the town." He looked down at you. "The food and drink will be the main draw. And the dancing." You bit your lip. "I'm a little worried about the dancing." Loki waved away your concern. "Nonsense. You're a beautiful dancer." You looked up at him skeptically. "That's not what you told me before." "Well, you dance beautifully when I'm leading you." To illustrate his point he stopped, took your hand, and spun you away before drawing you back to him. "And I will be leading you." You laughed as you regained your footing. "And what if someone else asks me to dance?" "You are welcome to make a fool of yourself with another partner." Your laugh was light and you tucked yourself against him again.

He took you on a leisurely stroll through New Asgard. Tonight's dinner was to be held at his home, so there was no need for any hurry. The weather was fair, spring was bringing gradually warmer weather each day. The two of you meandered down the streets until you reached the building site of the hall and found Thor at work managing the efforts there. After some coaxing --and a stern look from you-- he was eventually convinced to take his leave and join Loki for their evening walk.

Thor turned to you. "I understand you were making your own Midsummer plans today?" An uncertain nod from you. "Yeah. Elof just won't take no for an answer. I'm still convinced I'll be completely out of place at a ball, but at least I'll be dressed for the party." Loki was about to object when Thor did it for him. "Ridiculous! You would never be out of place. You belong at the ball. It is your place." He opened his arms to gesture to the town before him. "Just as this is our place. Our new home, where we didn't belong but now we do." He clapped you on the back. "That's precisely what we are celebrating." "Okay, okay." You put your hands up in surrender. "You don't have to weaponize the unity of our people." Loki smirked and gave his brother an approving nod when you weren't looking.

"Elof asked me what color dress I wanted." You glanced up at Thor. "I told him I'd like red." Thor's eyes immediately lit with a teasing mischief. "Ah. A superior color, to be sure." Loki glowered. "I thought so too," you continued with a wry smile, "but he seemed to think I should go with green instead." "I think I can explain. You likely don't know this, but red is considered to be my color." He pressed a hand to his chest dramatically. "It would give people entirely the wrong idea about the two of us." "Oh, I see." "This charade is beneath the both of you." Loki muttered. "Could you imagine?" Thor bellowed a false laugh. "A prince of Asgard, courting a lowly mortal?" You were grinning, and feigned a gasp. "The scandal!" "That is really quite enough." Loki interjected. "Well I would hate for you to lose face like that." You didn't appear to hear Loki at all. "I'm glad Elof set me straight." "I will have to thank him for saving the crown from such shame." Thor nodded. "It would be no trouble at all for me to drop the both of you in the harbor." Loki scowled. You and Thor subsided, but not before indulging in a laugh at Loki's irritation.

The walk ended at the brothers' house, where Valkyrie was already waiting with dinner from a restaurant in town. The four of you sat down to share a meal and it occurred to Loki what a strange party this was: the rightful king of Asgard, his brother from another universe, a warrior lost and returned, and a human who had simply decided it was her business to help. Still, somehow, nothing could have felt more natural.

When the night drew to a close you bid goodbye to Thor and the Valkyrie. Loki walked with you to your home. You reached down to lace your fingers with his. Even your hands fit together perfectly.

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luxesiren · 2 years

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⸻ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑; j.kirschtein x black reader

minors do not interact. 18+ content ahead

-`ღ´- synopsis; you were feeling insecure about your body and jean makes sure you never feel like that again

-`ღ´- warnings; black fem!reader, she/her pronouns, thick/chubby reader, established relationship, feeling insecure, body dysphoria, smut; mirror sex, thigh riding, oral sex (f!receiving), usage of pet names (baby, pretty girl, mama), profanity usage, praise kink, riding.

-`ღ´- author’s note; this been on my mind heavyyyyy like i just needed to write this like bad😭 down astronomical fr but i really need this to happen to me cause mirror sex just seems so fun idk. i can't even tell you the word count fr but everyone is beautiful in their bodies, never forget that. smooches

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you and jean were out shopping and usually you would enjoy shopping with him seeing as he always spoiled you but today was different, you felt different and you couldn't place the feeling until you walked into a clothing store.

you always loved splurging on clothes because you could make so many outfits and style your hair to match the aesthetic of the outfit but today, your body wasn't agreeing with you. you tried on a skirt and honestly? it was the cutest skirt you have ever seen but as you tried it on and glanced at yourself in the mirror — you couldn't help but to hate it.

"mama, you got it on? i wanna see it on you." you heard jean outside the dressing room but you felt so sick, how could you show jean this skirt? why would he want to see you in this skirt? you mustered up every bit of courage you had and stepped out the dressing room.

jean smirked and whistled, "damn baby, you look too fucking good." he grabbed your hand and spun you around to get a better look of the piece of clothing, "mm i love this color on you. the pink matches your skin so perfectly."

everything he was saying was so encouraging, uplifting, so beautifully put but your mind didn't believe him, "you don't think my stomach looks weird in this skirt? it's kinda tight."

jean cocked an eyebrow, "i promise you that you don't look weird. you look so amazing, i almost got hard just lookin' at you."

you blushed furiously, "you can't say things like that."

he laughed, "i'm sorry, mama. you look good, perfect, immaculate, all of the above. you wanna try on this dress?"

the dress was something you had your eye on for a while. it was a strapless piece, the blue was mesmerizing and you couldn't help but to fall in love with the dress and you knew that jean loved the color blue on you. "yeah. i'll try it on."

he handed you the dress and you sighed as you walked back into the dressing room, taking off the skirt and putting it back on the hanger before removing your top and slipping into the dress. "jean?"

"yeah, mamas?"

"could you come in here?"

the door opened and you were met with silence, insecurities running wild in your mind. does he hate it? do i look ugly? fuck, it was a stupid idea. "you hate it, don't you?"

"what?" jean blinked at you, looking at you like he couldn't believe you just uttered such words. "baby, i'm trying not to fuck you in this dressing room. that blue against your gorgeous skin makes my knees weak."

you bit you lip. jean noticed this and immediately closed the door and turned to you, "what's wrong? you don't like it?" he asked. you felt so stupid for wanting to cry but you couldn't help it, tears welled up in your eyes and jean rushed to console you.

"i don't hate it. i hate my body in it." you whispered.

jean understood immediately. "baby, you look so pretty in this dress. words can't describe how this dress makes you look."

he turned towards the mirror, you were met with your reflection and you wanted to look away — too embarrassed to have jean witness your dysphoric moment but he was so caring and thoughtful.

his hands ran over your hips and landed on your stomach, "let me make something clear. you look fucking perfect and your body? is perfect just the way it is from your stomach to your beautiful stretch marks that i wanna lick every time i see you naked to the hip dips that i love grabbing as i'm fucking you, you understand?"

you nodded. he was the perfect boyfriend ever, there was no one but him for you. "thanks baby, i needed that."

"you're welcome, pretty. words were just the first part, they say actions speak louder than words, right?"

you turned to look at him as if he grew a second head, "what?"

"oh? you thought i wasn't gonna show you how i feel about this perfect fucking body? yeah, you're insane." he chuckled, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a kiss that had your toes curling in anticipation. "now, put your clothes on. we're buying the skirt and dress and when we get home i'm fucking in front of our mirror"

your jaw dropped.

he just smiled and grabbed the skirt and walked out of the dressing room and you? oh, you took off that dress and put on your clothes, and walked out hoping no one could read your mind.

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when jean put his mind on something he would stick to it so it was no surprise when you were pulled into your room. jean grabbed your ass and kissed you deeply, almost enough to make you lose your breath - you loved when jean felt like he had to prove something, it always made for a good time.

your tongues collided and you moaned into the kiss, gripping his shoulder tightly because your knees were fucking weak, jean pulled away from the kiss and smiling when you whined. "i want you to look in the mirror the whole time i'm worshipping you. if you look away, i will stop."

"yes, jean."

"mm good girl" he praised, he turned your body to the mirror as he ran his hands all over you in the same way he did at the mall, his eyes never left yours as he stared in the mirror wile caressing every single part of you that he could reach. his hands groped your tits causing you to moan and throw your head back, "remember to keep your eyes on the mirror." his husky voice whispered in your ear.

your eyes locked in the mirror as he kept fondling your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making them hard. his lips kissed against your neck as his hands moved lower to your stomach, "jean-"

you were starting to feel insecure again, "baby, you are fucking gorgeous. prettiest girl i've laid my eyes on."

he kissed down your neck to your spine before moving to the front of you to remove your top and bra to kiss all over your titties and stomach, you felt so loved, and cherished.

his tongue ran over every single stretch mark he could find, his fingers gripping tightly on your thighs. "i don't think i talk about your thighs enough. love when you sit on my face and these thighs are trapping me in." he groaned.

your eyes met his as he unbutton your jeans and pulled the zipper down and pulled your jeans off of you. your panties were soaked, every ounce of arousal drenching the undergarments but jean didn't seem to care.

his mouth latched onto your fat cunt through the panties and your knees buckled, his hands keeping a tight grip on your thighs so you wouldn't fall. your hands found his hair and you ran your nails through his scalp, trying to ground yourself as his skilled tongue ran across your clit through your panties.

heavy breaths escaped your lips as he ran his tongue cunt to clit. "fuck, jean"

his fingers slipping those soaked panties off you and latching his lips to your clit, you almost screamed his name feeling his warm tongue eat you out like no tomorrow, your moans falling easily and eyes rolling into the back of your head.

jean pulled off your clit, out of breath, "keep your eyes on me, mama."

you nodded and watched him get lost in pleasure, he explored your folds and cunt like he was made for it, made for eating you out. your legs were shaking and almost gave out but he pulled his mouth off your cunt and looked at you - that look alone made you bust.

his thumb circled your clit to prompt your orgasm, "cmon, you can cum. we're gonna be at it for a while."

moans increasing in volume as he brought you to completion, the knot in your stomach snapping, cum running down your shaky legs as you dropped to the floor out of breath.

jean wasn't done.

his hands landing on your hips and manhandling you into his lap, his erection poking you. his smile was devious, "jean, fuck."

"you feel that? that's how hard you make me," he whispered in your ear, turning you around to face the mirror. "i wanna watch you ride my thigh before i fuck you."

his hand grabbed your throat softly as he brought you into another toe-curling kiss, and your hips started to move against his thigh. his jeans getting wet with your slick cum but you didn't care, not while his tongue was exploring every crevice, not while you could taste yourself on your boyfriend's tongue.

he broke the kiss, "watch yourself and that pretty body move."

your eyes turned to the mirror, and heat filled your cheeks as you watched yourself getting lost in that euphoric pleasure you feel almost daily, seeing it was a whole new experience. your hair was everywhere, gloss smeared on your chin, and drool escaping your mouth. it was filthy.

jean just smiled, groaning as you moved. his thigh moved with your grinding and his hand flew to your hips, moving you himself. "i could watch you fuck yourself all damn day."

"jean, please," tears welled up in your eyes for the second time that day, the pleasure was starting to make you dizzy but it felt so amazing.

"please what, baby? want me to fuck you?" his smirked was evident in his tone.

you nodded your head, "yes, please, fuck, please."

he moved you off his lap and pulled out his dick from jeans, the whole picture of jean still in his clothes but you being completely naked was erotic. he smeared your juices on his dick to make the glide easier but it was still a challenge. as his tip protruding your hole, you couldn't help to clamp down on him.

"damn it. s'fucking tight, baby." he moved slowly to push his dick but you were impatient, fucking yourself back on his dick was such an easy task. "fuck!"

you moaned and clenched around his hard dick as he fucked into you, the sounds were fucking dirty. his hips smacking against your ass and your moans bouncing off every wall in the room.

his hand grabbed your face, "look at yourself while i fuck you. look how fucking gorgeous you look on my dick."

your eyes rolled back as you bit your lip trying to silence yourself but jean wanted to hear it all, he sat back on his knees and grabbed your hips using you as if you were a toy. you couldn't hide anything anymore. not your pleasure, your embarrassment, not even your shame. "look at me worshipping your body."

and he was right. the hold he had on your hips was tight but delicate, his face buried in your neck most likely leaving a multitude of hickies for you to find in the morning. jean loved your body.

you were crying now. not just from the evident pleasure but because you had nothing to worry about because jean loved your body, every part of it, "jean, fuck, i love you."

"yeah? i love you too, pretty girl."

his arms left your hips and wrapped around your titties tightly, almost trying to mold you to his body as if you already weren't close enough. the knot was back and this time it was stronger, "m'gonna cum, fuck, i wanna cum."

"so cum. you know i won't stop, i'll just keep fucking you through it until you understand that i will never get tired of this body."

his thrusts were relentless because he wanted to prove a point and his point was made so clear, this was better than any time you got high, better than anytime jean bought you jewelry, this is what euphoria felt like. in this moment, jean fucking you through the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced — this was euphoria.

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kitsoa · 3 months

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I'd love to hear about all the fanfics that inspire you / you recommend

Yeah?? You're asking? Oh boy, I am so excited to share. This is my comprehensive fanfiction recommendation/inspiration guide.

Fandoms:

Trigun (current fixation)

Kingdom Hearts

The Legend of Zelda

Detective Conan

Danny Phantom

Criteria?

Chances are I have reread this stuff a few times. That's it. I love it. There are some that I have rose-tinted glasses about and I think there are a million more I just didn't list but I love fanfiction and just knowing these exist lets me work hard to indulge and enjoy on the things I love.

Trigun/ Trigun Stampede

The Second Celestial Evening series by tragic_unpaired_electron

Child of Blessing

Daughter of Eve

Season of the Witch

Multi-chapter. Complete. Gen.

A beautifully crafted series covering the complexities of Vash's place in the universe starts with a heart-tugging series covering Vash's growth into adulthood from Brad's perspective in "Child of Blessing". Then compelling and dark torture featuring ghost Tesla in "Daughter of Eve" and 'so good we had to share the fun'-- the Knives' redemption fic of all redemption fics in "Season of the Witch". Their plant biology headcanon, the masterful prose, and the vibrant character explorations are downright incredible.

Bloodletting series by tragic_unpaired_electron

The Pale Horseman

The Walls of Jericho

After Eden

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

Hands down the best Twin!Swap AU in all of Trigun fandom. It turns Nai into the most compelling, prickly, and surly protagonist. He pulls at your heartstrings and grows in ways you cannot fathom. There are twists and turns both inspired by canon and naturally spun from the various want-of-nail scenarios. Amazing headcanons and innovative and imaginative worlds and backgrounds. When I tell you that this Nai is one of my favorite characters of all time-- folks would think me blasphemous. I cannot sing the praises of this one enough. I love all their trigun work but this is my favorite. Sun, Moon, and Stars by tragic_unpaired_electron

Multi-chapter. Complete. Gen.

Tesla Lives AU with amazing character vignettes, imaginative worlds and characters and scenarios. And just an incredible message overall. If you want to chew on something by this author with a little less trauma and not as many total chapters this basically eases you into their genius. You get to really see how they roll with characterization.

the unknowable tomorrow by ScreechTheMighty

Multi-chapter. Unfinished. Gen.

Tristamp timetravel fic that turns Meryl and Wolfwood into little guardian angels to baby Vash. This makes my heart weep with fluffy feelings and emotions and the tension inherent to their being there is captivating. I love reading Vash through their perspective in this fic.

ten cent grace by fathomfive

Oneshot. Gen.

Trimax-ish. A plant sickness has Vash regress to childhood with no memories and only Wolfwood to cling to. It's such a great character retrospective and gives me feelings. Big brother Wolfwood. Strange but traumatized child Vash. It's written very well.

There are soooo many good trigun fics. I could actually keep going but I'll move on.

Kingdom Hearts

(i don't need you to) Worry for Me by Cygna_hime

Three-shot. Complete. Gen.

A freaking work of art. A Vanitas redemption story that humanizes and explores a character built on such wild extremes. Reading this made me cry. I fell absolutely in love with Vanitas and it explored the Wayfinder Trio in beautiful ways. It has great headcanons and world building. It's a rather long 3 chapters but it is an incredible ride. Islands Like Glass Towers by Organization VI

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

This is a famous and rather old fic that explores Sora's parents and it dives into the whimsical and bittersweet world Sora is to be born into. It left me feeling wistful and nostalgic and it's very hard to put into words but it's a fic about parenthood and love. It's a profound little read and I think it captures the unique magic of Kingdom Hearts in a grounded way.

IV[or]y Wall by me.... haaaa im sorry

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. Gen.

You write what you wanna see. Self-indulgent self promo. Big ol' "Kingdom Heart 4" speculation fic that deals with Sora reverse isekai'd into the real world and having to parse what is real and what is fake and he's... really going through it. Basically a character deconstruction fic on his side. Very meta. Much suspense. I try. It's on Hiatus but you could enjoy the 29 chapters while I get ready to soft relaunch it.

The Legend of Zelda

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild by TheZedofAges

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T . f/m (Zelink)

BotW novelization that is an actual fantasy epic. It takes and develops the world and the plot into this very organic and vibrant cohesive story. Link is characterized so darn well. There are extrapolations and flourishes that suck you right in. There is a masterful use of non-chronological flashbacks and the relationship between Zelda and Link is total gravity. I read this story to my nongamer, not hip, completely clueless mother and she loved it.

Insomnia by tikitikirevenge

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. T. Hiatus.

Majora's Mask Novelization! This is such a smart fic I'm always in awe as I read it. Not only does it have whipcrack good dialogue and great pacing, it's got a complex closed-time loop premise that has intersections and crosses that take tons of foresight and skill to pull off. It is just an electric read that covers the trauma of a hero out of place and a world that is crushed by oppressive fear and depression. And Tatl. Is. Just. the best.

Detective Conan

Fallout by the Silversage

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. Hiatus. T.

... this fic. Is everything to me. What I would sell to get this thing finished. Basically, let's take the consequences of the Raven Chaser movie and kick the series into high gear toward the conclusion. Featuring intense intrigue and well-researched mystery and conspiracy. Kaito Kid being an incredible ally. The gosho boys. The Conan mystery being confronted and needled to such a satisfying degree. This fic makes me scream. I am so rabid about this fic. Sense & Sensitivity by KosagiNoLegion

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T

This one is also kinda old. Nature of the beast with Conan fic but like it's Psychic Detective Heiji. Which in the midst of all the 'realism' and 'science' is absolutely glorious. He's surrounded by skeptics and has to keep it secret but like it's a great time. There's another in the series from my memory.

Switched by Boogum

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

Kaito-Conan Body swap. It's got great dialogue and a fun pace. Just good ol' body swap shenanigans which are heightened by the two at the center who are great foils and have various context's to complicate things. Fun fact, I made the cover art for this one.

Danny Phantom

Yo this seres is what I like to call evergreen for me. For some reason these fics are just always in style. Always ready to be consumed.

Phantom of Truth and Shadow of a Doubt by Haiju

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T

Probably the big staple fic of this fandom. Dark, emotionally complicated. Body horror. Trauma. Danny's mom experiments on him and then we gotta pick up the pieces in the sequel. Love the ghost headcanons. It's captivating.

Candlelight by HappyLeif

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Romance. T

An AU with Danny being alone during his portal accident so he actually drifts away from his friends. This allows for a really sweet love story between Danny and Sam as they reconnect and form a friendship through his alter ego. I love outside-perspective fics and this takes that for a spin and makes a delightful romance.

Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. T

An AU where instead of ghost powers we've got Mer-Danny. It is so imaginative and fun that feels like the original show with all the great grounded drama we expect from fanfic. This is a total classic and the quintessential mer-Danny fic.

......And I could keep going. There are a few fandoms I've dabbled with reading but I'll save that. It's great to have this here in one place for me to refer back.

#trigun #kingdom hearts #detective conan #loz #the legend of zelda #danny phantom #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction rec list

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sherbet-shark · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request for 🌸 15 "I will not ask you where you come from. I will not ask you, neither should you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips." by Hozier with Malleus? Hozier and Malleus both give bog prince vibes hahaha and I think it fits him nicely. Thank you!

Honeyed kisses

Author’s Note: This line matches with Malleus, I think, a lot! It’s beautifully eerily yet still has the subtexts of forlornness. I’m not sure what you mean by bog prince, but when I looked it up. It came up with the love interest of Love is Strange?? Please correct me if I’m sorely wrong xD.

It’s not a problem at all. I think Malleus is a fun character. He opens a lot of gateways for possible angst and lore building while still having a touch of inexperience. In this fic, I wanted to tackle his responsibility to his birthright, isolation, and that reader isn’t Mc/Yuu but a person that also summoned alongside Yuu.

╰┈➤ Also for the eng/new players, “Valley of Thorns” is Briar Valley. I liked the Japanese version of the country name a little more but I do like the reference to Sleeping Beauty for the ENG ver.

Trigger Warnings: Brief mentions of death, light angst, kissing, secret relationship, fae and human discrimination hints lore.

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Malleus Draconia, mysterious heir apparent of the Valley of Thorns, once his studying has been completed, will claim the throne to be king. He never thought he’d even have a romantic partner at the esteemed magical school. The fae prince was content with learning all he could about the world outside his kingdom. But ever since you came into his life, things have taken an unexpected turn! But you must keep your union a secret due to his royal status. It leads you to this very moment, reveling in the company of stars and moon in the endless blanket of the night sky, twinkling at the lovers.

Sitting at your cluttered desk, full of papers and textbooks, you peer out your bedroom window, a soft cacophony of blush pink and honey colors stretching across the dappled skies. You marvel at how picturesque this fleeting moment of dusk is. The sight was something out of a painting, and the serenity and wonder made a smile appear on your face. The colors of the oncoming night were a beauty, but it was also a sign for you to get ready for your nightly meetup with someone dear to you.

Twisting your body in your chair, you could feel the muscles in your back strain, and cracks welcome your ears. You could already feel the soreness from being hunched over and scribbling on your math paper. Luckily, this packet wasn’t due till two days from now, so you could take a much-needed break from the never-ending equations. Scooting the chair back, you rose, walked to your closet, and retrieved your trusty jacket.

Malleus aimlessly wanders around his dorm as he through the dreary windows of the cobblestone castle to the skies above to see the vibrant colors fade in the darkness. Bright stars slowly start to flicker to life as he thoughtfully stares at the heavens. Despite his youth with fellow Fae countrymen, it was odd to remember that he’s been alive for a long time. Throughout his life, he met great rulers, people of unspeakable power and authority of their time.

His knowing eyes had seen and heard so many fleeting things, the tides of change ebbing at his beloved homeland. The country’s queen, his grandmother, was an excellent ruler, her words clad with eons of wisdom and love and welfare for her people in every action. He aspired to be a great ruler like his Grandmother. Soon, after his schooling ended at Night Raven College, he would assume the crown and become king but with new knowledge of the outside world and inklings of experience.

These years of his overseas learning wouldn’t only give him social experience with people from different walks of life and a way to understand the other governments of the world, to study how advanced the other nations were with technology and how the world spun now. It was a surprise for Malleus to see how much progress the humans had over his people, despite how short the human lifespan is compared to the Fae. A people grounded in deep-seated traditions and influential magic users populated his kingdom in stark contrast to the human’s contemporary and technological advances.

But after his enrollment, he had concluded that it would be impossible to say the feats and strides weren’t admirable. It still left the youthful prince in a state of amazement and alarm; he knew that the world was in relative peace, but he was taught to expect change. His people and himself needed to learn more about this alien world with the uncertainty of the future. The crown’s weight would sometimes be on his mind, but he never neglected his birthright. That would be unbecoming, and if he did, his court wouldn’t take kindly to that. No, he wasn’t blind to his court’s mixed with displeasure whispers and looks of approval when he announced his enrollment to the prestigious school for magic.

The raven-haired fae was adept and powerful in all sorts of magic but still made his advisors wary of their crown prince leaving their country for nine months for four years. But as he suggested to the Queen and the court, Lilia Vangrouge, the honored general, to accompany the Princeling. During the draconic-fae’s first year, Lilia had sworn to keep him safe, then, as a year passed, Silver enrolled to keep the heir safe, and now the enthusiastic Sebek soon joined the knights’ ranks to serve his highness. The years passed, but his objective still stayed the same. The distant prince intended to learn all he could for his benefit and his people.

But as the world had it, you appeared. It seemed out of thin air, but it was fortunate to meet a person who did not know how important he was, considering his royal status and who appeared to be fearless. Approaching the foreboding was either out of fearlessness or pigheadedness, and either of those options was a dangerous gambit.

You were putting yourself on a limb walking up to an unknown horned man. You were no fool to his suffocating and cold aura that this man emitting waves felt like, but something in the hands of the fates wrote in their sacred book that this odd pair were meant to be more than two fleeting strangers. He marveled at this human’s brazen demeanor as they spoke to him. The green-eyed man was left wondering if your brashness was out of fearlessness or ignorance.

Draconia was all the more intrigued by this magicless human before him. Malleus wasn’t dull in the slightest. He knew he ought to be respected and feared for the power he possessed, literal and figurative. The dragon Fae did not mind his peer’s hesitant and frightened gazes not anymore. He came to think that in the grand scheme of things, their whispers and stares did not matter much to him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t crave something more in his mind. Everything laid before him was temporary: the stars above, the seas below, the race’s life spans, and the beastmen’s paled in comparison to the proud Fae’s life. Humans are even more fleeting. All that mattered was the well-being of his kingdom and his people.

If that meant isolating himself even from even his trusted companions, then so be it. His responsibility to the crown and his birthright meant more to him than passing friendships with those around him, yet that does not mean the young heir couldn’t crave something more than the formalities of the court and those around him. Now, what exactly this ‘something’ was made the prince falter. What was it that he wanted? Was it the camaraderie? Was it to gain a confidante that understood his responsibility? He was still young. Lilia would remark at times while alone. Such youth, in the eyes of the olden general, cackled at the dorm leader’s peculiar naive queries. He still had much to learn, Lilia would fondly state as the vice dorm leader warmly smiled at Malleus.

The Diasomia leader folds his arms across his chest, one of his hands perches underneath his chin in thoughtful repose. The fading colors of the day disappear, and the night’s darkened reign slowly takes over from the window he looks out of, altogether forgoing something equally important. His mind wanders once more into his first meeting with you. The scent of magic didn’t waft from your person when you met. Usually, he’d be able to smell the aroma of magic from those gifted with the talent, no matter how faint. But you didn’t seem to have any traces of the coveted gift, which perturbed him. Only people with magic were enrolled at Night Raven College.

But as the months passed, with what seemed like a blink of an eye, your initial passing meetings became more frequent, and day by day, you got closer to the mysterious man. Malleus found you amusing, with your continuous questioning and carefree attitude you put on around the heir. Were you that oblivious to who he was, or did you try to get something for your gain by acting like you had no clue who he was? If it was the former, you did a good job keeping the future king fascinated, but once you showed your colors, he wouldn't hold back any of his spite.

But as the days flew by, the idea of your deception disappeared from his mind as you understood each other. You thought he was mysterious and intimidating, but all the same, it intrigued you to keep trying to befriend him and never answering any of his questions as to where you were from or how you came to be. The only thing quenching his curiosity was your vague answers, but eventually, something unexpected resulted in this coy game of cat and mouse. Or Lizard and mouse?

The dorm leader wistfully sighs, waking from his stupor of memories. The sky was now turning to a blanket of obsidian speckled white flickering dots greeting his focused gaze, the traces of the once colorful sky bid adieu. The pearl white moon glimmers and the moonlight outlines the crescent shape of the celestial body above. There was a mystique about this particular moon phase Malleus noted but never mind that. He let out another regretful grunt. Time once again slipped from his grasp. It wasn’t the first time either. It seemed that Fae’s internal clocks worked differently than humans no matter how hard he tried to best Father Time.

Even for a critical time such as this, the dorm leader glances sideways as he sees oddly alone in the comforts of the hall. Perfect time for a midnight stroll, and hopefully, you were still there at the agreed-upon area. Who knows how long you waited for him, and in the back of his mind, while it would pain him, it wouldn’t surprise him to be left alone in the company of the stars and moon. The crown prince retrieves his magical pen from his pocket and disappears into a cloud of soft green fireflies in his wake.

Draconia appears before a small forest. Malleus recalls talking with you about this and your private sessions together. He starts to stride through the dark woodlands, raven hair flowing behind him, sweeping away from his stoic face. His dorm uniform cascaded from his fast yet dominant pace. The crowded trees reveal a small field of wildflowers; moonlight guides his experienced movements and spots a figure quickly closing the distance. He instinctively tenses as he observes the figure close the distance between the two, yet a familiar yell-like whisper makes him relax, and a soft chuckle rolls from his lips.

“Do you have any idea how long I was waiting out here for you? An hour and twenty; you're lucky I have a jacket with me.” Squinting your eyes at the tall Fae, you scold him. You grip your arms and rub your hands up and down. While it wasn’t bone-chilling outside, it still had a touch of frost in the air.

“Yes, I sincerely apologize for keeping you so long, my rose. I got lost in my thoughts. I shall do my best next time to be more punctual.” The vibrato of his deep voice tries to soothe his love and apologizes with a forlorn expression painting his face; his haunting green eyes convey such a storm of emotions, both known and not.

You mutter half-heartedly and roll your eyes, arms unfolding as you move closer to the dorm leader. “It better be a good thought then. Do try to remember when we meet like this, though. But I’m happy you came.” The crescent moon peeks behind Malleus' form, perfectly sculpting the curves of his face and body. His lime green eyes stare into yours as you go to touch him. You marveled at how expressive his eyes were at times.

He had a deep loyalty to his people, and the responsibility weighed heavy on his shoulders. That’s why you offered him a simple yet thoughtful solution, to hide your union. Your suggestion miffed Malleus; while you defended your idea, he felt as if you were preparing for the worst or that you were ashamed of who had your heart. He certainly didn't feel any shame by your side, but at the same time, he had to commend your foresight, and as he graciously listened, the prince conceded.

It would be a massive deal to the people if they caught wind of their crown heir frivolously courting a person with no magic and who was not even a resident of Twisted Wonderland and no longer being with that person. That is also to say you would still feel the same as you do now. Nevertheless, the way Malleus’ would look at you at times, so unadulteratedly full of affection, made you feel a little more secure, but if that time came, you'd sweat those details when you got to that bridge.

“Oh yes, it was a good thought. I recalled the past. Now, how can I amend your time wasted on me? Perhaps a waltz in the moonlight? Or something more?” His voice etched with lighthearted teasing as he swept you into his warm reach, still peering beside him.

“Hmm, let me think.” A cheeky grin sets on your face as you lean into his familiar touch. The atmosphere between the two lovers was sweet and coveted, with only the twinkling stars and moon as their witnesses. You can sense the tall man patiently waiting to hear his lover’s request, and you pretend to think about what he could do for you. You already had your answer but weren't sure if he’d be comfortable with your jest.

Wriggling from his hand on your waist, turning to face him, you confidently state. You softly poke fun at Malleus’ in-depth thinking. You did want to kiss him but so that he’d feel happy. You gathered that his upbringing was old-fashioned, and in the back of your mind, you doubted he’d do so before marriage, but it was a nice thought, and you have something to tease him about. “I know, kiss me. Then I may find it in my heart to forgive, my forgetful prince.”

Malleus’ face flashes in bewilderment, almost making you want to take a picture of it as you hold back a laughing fit; you swore you would've seen him blush. Damnit lighting, you internally cursed as you snickered at his face. The person before Malleus had no problem being so bold, and it frankly made the prince glad to joke about with him; that, aside from what you wished for, made the dorm leader’s heart fastened and cheeks warmed. Lost in your laughing fit, you didn't see the equally playful coy smirk stretched across his face as he chuckled.

“If that is what you wish. Come to me then.” That one sentence left you a sputtering, embarrassing mess as you nervously gulped down your nerves. His authoritative command added more to your flustered mind, meekly approaching the Fae.

Hesitantly asked the dorm leader, “You’re not joking, right?” Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you tilted your head to his face to see if he meanly poked fun at your desire, but the way he met your gaze with a determined gleam in his eyes, he lightly shook his head, displeasing your worries.

“No, why would I lie to you, my rose? My heart is yours, and while we may be fleeting. I want to savor every moment with you as much as I can. In public or private. You're the only one I wish to love.” Malleus cups your cheeks in his gloved hands; despite how naive those words may be out of his long life, they make your heart swoon.

Accompanied by the celestial stars above you and Malleus, press your lips together sweetly. His lips were soft and tasted faintly of vanilla and honey, his comforting scent of pine trees and the smell of when the first rainfall fell upon the land. Breathing him in, you deepen your first hesitant kiss with your prince snaking your arms around his broad back and leaning into him. Slow and deliberate moves against your bodies, you both got used to kissing. Malleus had enough of playing coy as the raven-haired fae delved into your lips; he couldn't get enough of you. The gentle absent-minded circles you drew on his back to the moonlight graced your face.

Pulling away from Draconia in a breathless stupor, a dazed smile meets Malleus’ flushed expression, “My prince of honey.”

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feministgoblin · 2 years

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Self-harm versus self-care, what does the art world enable?

This ENTIRE article is written beautifully.

Copy and pasted bits that I liked

“I seem to keep returning to this conversation, not because I was traumatised by it. Yes, I do recognise that I should have nipped it in the bud, I should not have enabled it. (Why is it that so many interactions with members of the art world make one feel icky afterwards?) But, there was more to it. His attitude represented something crucial about how, within a Capitalist framework (and the art world is governed by the logos of capitalism) self-care is scoffed at when it manifests as anything more serious than a facial or a pedicure. It can only be a buzz word, a trend, at best, not a legitimate radical movement.”

“Within the context of the global art world, it is almost customary for artists who come from marginalised backgrounds or from oppressed minorities to perform their victimhood for the all-powerful institution to be considered authentic. Trauma must be mined within such a hetero-patriarchal set-up as material, as fodder that can be consumed by an audience. Care, as a concept, has been traditionally relegated to the ‘feminine’ domain of nurture and motherhood, and was therefore invalidated as not a legitimate subject for pursuit or depiction. Forms of self-inflicted violence accrued a more vainglorious aura. The more likely you were to use the body as raw medium and inflict violence upon it the more successful you could be in the eyes of the establishment. Along the way, it seems like self-harm was enshrined as a virtue. To self-harm for the sake of your art was to put its needs above your own. I remember arriving at this shocking realisation when once, at a residency I had been invited to, I happened to walk in on a European female artist co-habitant cutting her hands with a blade. On her desk were cosmological diagrams of the palm. I had heard her fighting with someone over the phone, and was intelligent enough to know that her claims of making the blood drawings she was doing as part of her artistic pursuit were dangerous, not just to her own body, but in terms of how they further the normalising of self-harm at the service of one’s art.

Can art emerge from a site of healing, or must it continue to remain cornered within the realm of suffering, trauma, crises? Can it be celebratory, empowering, even, and yet have soul? Or must artistic genius continues to be tortured for it to have currency? Of course there are plenty of artworks that do not have such a contentious conceptual provenance, but can we really deny that the various stakeholders and gatekeepers that determine who is to be rendered a success and who must be denied entry into the hallowed gates of collector heaven are not obsessed with the pornography of carnage, or the continued destitution of the marginalised subject? Suffering has its own currency. Proof of this lies in how it is brandished as fact in artist statements and press release material. Oppression is spun in favour of identity politics, to suit the package that is to be marketed.”

“Lately I have been increasingly drawn to the practices of artists who engage with the fragility of their own bodies within the solitude of their sites of inhabitation. The ensuing art they create seems the opposite of self-flagellation. The dialoguing with one’s own corporeality and a certain embrace of self-consciousness, not in the sense of performing for an invisible audience whom the artist acknowledges exists as a potential recipient, but at the level of focussing squarely on the self, on the subjectivity that makes us individual, that makes us whole, despite the fragmented nature of our experience of consciousness. One such body of work that comes to mind is Ayesha Sultana’s Breath Count, consisting of a range of shapes marking or registering her encounter with breathing, an involuntary act that sustains our is-ness on clay-coated paper”

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just-a-new-gi-writer · 2 years

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Hi! Congratulations on the 100 followers! Your building god series is so beautifully worded and the worldbuilding is absolutely to die for. I especially love the different spins you put on how each region and its inhabitants view/revere their creator.If you're still taking milestone requests, I was wondering how some characters (of your choosing) would be like with a creator who's free with their affections? Like a bow is met with a kiss, or creator insists on embracing instead of them kneeling?

Thank you! I, uh, think I went a little overboard with this prompt... Sorry for the wait!

A/N: Note that the reader’s gender varies between the snippets!

Word counts: 634 / 702 / 954 (163)

Warnings: Reader touching (kissing, hugging) acolytes

Masterpost

Me, writing this and realizing it was spiraling out of my control:

ALT

(F!Creator)

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Zhongli measured the paces required to walk across the room, then counted the steps to return. Pacing was certainly not part of his usual repertoire, and even now he worried how much wear he was putting on the old soles of his shoes. Gah, he should have gotten them replaced when he heard that their Architect would soon arrive in Liyue City! No, he should have gotten all his clothes sorted out and more presentable, that would have made a better impression. Or… would it have been better to send Xiao to clean up that old residence he used some five hundred years ago?

Was it right to make that deal with Keqing? She had come up with that plan to ensnare Ningguang, and with her busy, the most likely candidate to soak up all of Her attention was out of the picture for now. All that was left now would be to ingratiate themselves with Her and ensure their standing. It was no sure-fire solution, but with the wildly short notice, it would be the best that they would have.

Zhongli snapped to attention. Out in the hallway, he heard two people approaching. One was Keqing’s voice, the other sounded on strings of gold. The latter voice laughed, a clear chiming sound that he cursed the wall for muffling. It was airy, it was cheerful, it was a balm to his weary ears and heart.

“–And I would like to introduce you to my associate.” As Keqing continued speaking, Zhongli hurried to make himself look fully presentable. “He’s in the employ of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and he’s quite knowledgeable about the corners of Liyue and its history.”

The door glided open, and Zhongli turned and kneeled. “Dearest Creator, History’s Author, Forge of Days and Orator of Order. It is my greatest pleasure to welcome you to the City of Liyue, Land of Contracts and Order,” a shadow neared. Considering the finery just in the shoes and socks, this had to be the Creator. He raised his head slightly and held out a hand, “Demesne of that Archon Rex Lapis.” She set Her hand in his- the Creator, touching him at last! Her gilded caress on him was ten thousand times better than he could have imagined- and he brought it to his lips to kiss. “I sincerely hope that You may find our city–” Zhongli tipped his head up and his next words died in his throat.

There was not a hint of kindness or fondness on Her countenance, only dispassionate indifference. In the space of a heartbeat, Her hand snapped out of his and seized his collar, snapping him up to his feet with an urgency he hadn’t felt in centuries. In the same breath, She pulled his head down, tilted his head to the side, and–

Zhongli’s thoughts stopped dead.

Her Grace, the First Arbitrator, had pulled him in for a kiss. Not a chaste kiss on the cheek, but one to be shared between lovers.

She broke the kiss and pulled away. “There. That oughtta keep you quiet for a hot second, Rexie.” She released Her grip on his lapels and he scrambled to catch himself at the last second. “I’ve tolerated ‘Your Grace’ this and ‘Your Holiness’ that, and I’m drawing a line in the sand here and now.” She spun around to face a Keqing that was too shocked for words, “That goes for you too, Kaykay. Am I clear?”

A blush formed on Keqing’s cheeks. “C-c-Crystal!”

She turned back to him. “How about you, Zhongs? …Zhongs?” She paused, kneeling to more closely inspect the near catatonic archon, a look of frustration crossing her face. “I’m starting to think this stunt was a bit counterproductive…”

ALT

(Gn!Creator)

Jean fiddled with the pen in her hand. She wasn’t sure how she should be reacting to this whole situation. The Creator. Here. In her domain. Who specifically requested to talk with her alone. Her. Specifically her. And no one else. With the Creator. In this office.

Stressed? Her? No. She didn’t even know what the word meant!

Someone knocked on her door and she swore she jumped a foot into the air and fumbled, trying to catch her pen. “Jean?” Lisa’s voice was muffled through the door. “Your special visitor is here.”

“O-oh, right.” When had she been gripping the pen so tightly? “Send Them in. Please.” She shook her hand as she stood up, trying to release the tension as she made her way to the front of her desk.

The doors clicked and swung inwards, revealing Lisa, ever with her calm smile. She stepped aside and let Jean see Mondstadt’s Liberator in the flesh. It’s not as though she hadn’t seen Them before- no citizen of this city could avoid the myriad statues, paintings, ore reliefs, but seeing Their Grace was something else entirely.

“Unser Emanzipator,” Lisa swept her hand to Jean in a grand gesture, “may I have the pleasure of introducing you to die Stellvertretender Großmeister, Jean Gunnhildr.”

Jean knelt, her heart hammering in her chest and her pulse sounding in her ears. She tilted her head down and closed her eyes. If only these could truly hide her state from Them. “Atem Führen, I hope to give you the warmest welcome to our city on this fine day. Mondstadt opens its gates and its arms to you on this day and for every day to come. We–”

“Jean…” The tone in Their voice made her freeze. She was no stranger in wanting some connection, some interaction to her dearest Creator, but hearing this hesitation from Them made her lock up. What had she done wrong? How had They judged her wanting? “Please, rise.”

She hurried to stand, her thoughts racing to find what her mistake was, alongside some way of wording her apology. “Y-Your Grace, I–”

Lisa chuckled, snapping Jean’s attention towards her. This is how she was acting in front of The Creator?! “I’ll leave you two to your little chat.” She grabbed the doors and turned to leave, but addressed Their Grace briefly. “Do remember to return those books on time, dearie. I haven’t had to come up with a punishment for someone like You, but please don’t give me a reason to get… creative.” She shut the doors behind herself as she gave one last chuckle.

They had given Lisa a brief glance over Their shoulder, then looked back at Jean. “Look,” They crossed Their arms, “I get it, you’re stressed, meeting a deity- ‘creator’-” They made air quotes at that remark, “is a big thing. But you need to calm down.”

“Calm–! I–!” Jean had a hard time figuring out what to parse first. “Löwenzahn, please tell me that there is some mistake here!”

“Jean. Calm down.”

Jean balked. “I am calm!”

They rolled their eyes. “Clearly not enough, as this can attest.” A hand snapped to hers, turning it over and revealing the ink splotch spread across her gloves. “Here,” They stepped forward, “this should help.”

“Your–!” she tried to take a step back from Their approach, but They were faster. They slipped their arms around her, pulling her in and keeping her from fleeing. “Your Grace, what are you doing?”

“I’m hugging you. Is your work taking that much of a toll on you?”

“Creator–”

“There’s that title again. Look, you can just call me [Y/N], alright? Much easier than remembering all those titles.”

“…Crea–”

“Uh uh! What did I say?”

Jean grit her teeth. Her hands were shaking and she could feel the blush on her face. What was going on?! “[Y/N]. Please let me go.”

“I’m not letting go until you calm down.”

Jean tried to focus on her breathing, on the doors ahead of her, on the sound of birds chirping outside, but she couldn’t stop the heat rising in her cheeks.

They sighed, shifting Their grip on her. “We may be here a while…”

ALT

(M!Creator)

Kujou Sara counted the steps as she crossed the room.

One, two, thee, four, five. She had been accosted by a certain noble time and again today, doing everything in his power to try and edge his way into Tenshukaku Palace.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. She wouldn’t have minded so much if it hadn’t been so clearly stated that the Shogun would not be entertaining the thought of visitors during such an important time.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. And if he were the only fool trying to worm his way in, this wouldn’t be such a huge problem. Word had reached her ears that other, less prominent nobles as well as unscrupulous merchants were seeking the same ends.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. All of this stress built on top of her work in the past days: ensuring the defenses were adequate (though she supposed that she should thank those intruders for testing them for her), directing the guards and their proper rotations, and training to be the personal guard for His Eternal Light.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five. The Shogun required her to intensify her training- not that Her Eternity doubted her abilities, but she fully understood that any lapse in judgment, any gap in the armor around His Grace would be ruthlessly exploited in this vulnerable time, and they were not to show weakness while He was–

“Sara?” She almost tripped on her twenty-sixth step. “Kujou Sara? Is that really you?”

Sara recognized that voice. In her dreams, she had heard of the Shogun’s thundering commands echoing into infinity, but intertwined with it, echoing behind and though it was the essence of the Eternity from whom she drew her power and authority. One could not escape the shadow of its presence in Inazuma City, in Tenshukaku, least of all in the presence of the Shogun herself.

She turned and saw and felt Him, not as a reflection nor as an echo. Him, who forged the islands they stood upon and the shores of the infinities. Him, who engineered the thousand components in a human. Him, who set the paths of millions to their proper places, who set the Shogun in her throne, her servants in their places, and who brought her to this position.

And who brought the two of them together in this very room.

He was garbed in the finest that Inazuma had to offer. The deepest, most vibrant violets. The softest, finest silks. The insignias, threaded with gold and silver. Sara wondered if the Shogun harbored the faintest glimmer of envy of His attire. “Thank goodness I finally found you,” He chuckled. “I can’t believe I managed to sneak away from all the guards.”

And who was looking for her?!

She failed to stutter out a response before he continued. “I wanted to find you. A-and to thank you.”

“–Your Grace?!”

“Well,” He brought a hand behind his head, “I mean, you were the first person I pulled way back then. …and, to be honest, the, uh, only good character I pulled. For a long while. I just wanted to thank you for all the work you’ve done, and…”

‘Pulled’? She hadn’t heard that word used with this context. Perhaps there was a meaning that He was using that she was unfamiliar with? Something archaic or poetic? She could at least take a stab at the intended meaning. “Rest assured, Five-fold Light, being in Your service is a delight I would do all over again.”

“… I also wanted to apologize for all the work I put you through.”

“–Your Grace?” She didn’t expect a meeting with The Creator to surprise her in this way this much.

“I mean, I asked so much from you. All the domains, all the bosses, all the commissions and lay line outcrops, all the material runs… all those pigeons of Timmie’s…”

“No, Your Grace, I…” She didn’t recognize most of what He was referring to. She knew that He had called her between her duties for tasks beyond her knowledge and understanding (and beyond what her memories could recall) … but the pigeons? “Please, think nothing of it all. These were tasks You had called me to do.” She knelt in respect. “If You would but call upon your humble servant again, I would follow your every command without hesitation.”

“Sara, please,” there was something in His voice- surprise? Confusion? “You don’t need to kneel in front of me. Uh… Rise. Please.” She complied and He visibly sighed in relief. Was there something she was missing? He glanced over His shoulder. “They’re going to start searching for me soon,” He mumbled. “I should go soon, but first–”

He stepped forward and, before she could react, grabbed her and pulled her in close. Kujou Sara had found herself blessed to have had contact with the Shogun before, but she could have never considered the possibility of the events in front of her.

The Creator, Author of All Joys and Sorrows, held her gently as He kissed her on her cheek.

In that moment, she wondered if her current desire for eternity, to disentangle and remove time from this very moment, outmatched that of the Shogun’s.

Just as quickly as He approached, He pulled back. “I’m sorry to cut this short,” He turned to leave, waving as he went, “I hope to see you again soon!”

Sara’s hand rose of its own accord, first to attempt to wave back, then to caress the spot where He had set a kiss on her. A warmth blossomed in her chest- pride, embarrassment, respect for The Creator, she let her feelings burn through her.

…She turned back to her path. How many steps had she taken?

Shika flinched as she heard the sharp crack behind herself. Cleaning under the Guji’s watchful eye was always a stressful chore- one could never tell where her eyes were, in truth. She risked turning around and checking on the priestess’s condition.

Yae Miko sat in her usual place, eyes closed and a concentrated, furious look across her face. Her slowly closing hand was empty but covered in tea; the same drink splashed all over her lap. What could have made her so upset? Was it related to that shadowy fox the other shrine maidens had seen heading towards Tenshukaku Palace?

“Shika, darling.” The Guji’s voice made her flinch anew. “If you’re going to stand and stare, the least you could do is clean as well.”

“I-I’m sorry, I–!”

Yae sighed. “Please, save your excuses. If you’ll excuse me, I must find a change of attire. If you perform poorly in your tasks, I might be able to procure some roast crow for you.”

#ask response #sagau #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #zhongli #jean gunnhildr #kujou sara #side stories

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chanfictions · 3 years

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Chidori

18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI!

Kakashi x Reader

Part 2

Playing with electricity, mind games, smut, smut, smut.

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It's all fun and games until your boyfriend acquires intel that you have some unfulfilled fantasies involving his chakra nature.

You and your big fucking mouth.

You knew getting drunk and shmoozing with that old pervert was a huge mistake, but inebriated you was just a treasure trove of curative ideas for the raunchy author's writer's block, and he was footing the tab. One cup of sake after another and your most titillating fantasies just rolled right off of your twisted tongue in a drunken game of Never-Have-I-Ever, Kink Edition. Little did you know that your traitorous mountain of a drinking buddy would slink off to your boyfriend later with all of the intel he had gathered from you.

You made a mental note to sic Tsunade on him later. Now, however, you had more important things to worry about, namely the chirping cracks of lightning surrounding Kakashi’s hand as you shifted nervously in your rope bindings. "Babe, shouldn't we talk about this?" You squeaked nervously as you twirled in place like a little marionette with your arms bound above your head.

"What's there to talk about, hm? Jiraiya told me just how exciting you thought it would be to play with electricity." The eerie calm in his voice as he circled you, wielding that handful of sparking doom sent lusty shivers up your spine. You were a thrill seeking fear slut, and Kakashi knew it. The danger held in his palm twisted your insides into the most delightful knots and left you dripping with excitement.

"I meant… oh, I don't know, a violet wand or something designed for use on the human body, not an assassination jutsu!" You stammered and your voice climbed in pitch. Your eyes widened the closer he got to you. The scent of ozone filled your nostrils, and all of the little hairs on your body stood on end from the static beginning to collect in the air.

"What's the matter, kitten? Don't think you can handle it?"

"Do I think I can handle a jutsu you use to literally pierce people's hearts as FOREPLAY?!" Your voice entered the soprano register as you gnawed your lip and spun around him again, tipping about on the balls of your bare feet.

A chuckle purred deep in Kakashi’s chest as he pulled his mask down with a light curl to the corner of his mouth. "That is what I asked you."

Words failed you, and all you could manage was a high pitched squeal as he ghosted the edge of that jutsu around your exposed stomach, just barely kissing your skin with static. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart leapt into your mouth.

"You haven't forgotten your safe word, have you?" He mused while continuing to circle you like a silver-haired lion.

Another squeaky yelp that sounded like a 'no' slipped from your lips as your bugged out eyes followed the sparks and you twitched away from his hand.

"What we should talk about is your racy little conversation with Master Jiraiya yesterday." Kakashi’s dark iris glinted with the reflection of those chirping bolts as he traced a less dangerous finger along your trembling jawline, tipping your chin upward. "Naughty girl, telling that old pervert about your little fantasies before even I had the privilege of hearing them." His voice was a mere gusty murmur blowing beneath the deafening crackle humming right next to your face.

"We were just talking about his unfinished book," you insisted in a shaky chitter as your eyes locked on the blue chakra leaping from his fingertips. Boy, did Kakashi know how to push your buttons. The ache between your legs had you twisting your thighs as that knot of excited fear tightened in your belly. He had barely laid a finger on you since hanging you up, and you were just fluttering for some kind of stimulation.

Another dark little laugh rolled in Kakashi’s chest. "You should really know better by now, kitten," he purred, bringing the jumping bolts ever closer to your skin, letting little shocks nip and draw goosebumps on your waist as he trailed his sparking hand ever closer to your very erect nipples, making you squirm anxiously. "Master Jiraiya and I are very good friends. He tells me everything."

You swallowed hard, breaking into a bit of a sweat. "So… um… what else did he tell you?" Your voice cracked under the strain of the pitch you were reaching while you bit your lip. Keeping your heaving chest away from his hand was growing more difficult with the little slack you had in your rope.

"Now, where's the fun in giving up my leverage?" A sly smile tilted his lips. "You might want to stop squirming before this arcs… electricity can be so unpredictable, can't it?"

A high whine hummed in your throat as your eyes flicked from that devious smile back to his hand again. He wouldn't, right? Another hard swallow had you nibbling on your lip in hopeful anticipation and wringing your bound hands. That chirping sound terrified you, as you knew it all too well from fighting alongside the silver-haired jonin. Your heart raced in the best possible way, that fear leaving you aching and wet.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes," he murmured in your ear, sliding behind you and pulling your body tightly against his with his tamer hand, tracing a line from your navel up to the breast he firmly cupped. You felt that bulge of desire for you straining the fabric of his pants when you were pulled in and gave your ass a little teasing wiggle against it. He trailed his lips along your neck up to your jaw. Deft fingers rolled a hardened bud, sending tasty jolts through your body, making you arch into his touch. The chattering spark in his left hand hovered inches from your skin. "Say it."

"K-kakashi, I--" you stammered nervously. He could no doubt feel your racing pulse beneath his lips as he kissed his way along your neck.

"It's simple. Either you want it and you tell me as much, or you don't and tap out, but we both know what you're going to say." How that man managed to maintain such an aloof coolness while terrorizing you like this was just beyond you.

With your blood rushing in your ears, you bit your lip and dropped your head back against his shoulder. "Light me up," you breathed lustfully before you even realized what you were asking for.

With a knowing chuckle, Kakashi obliged. The pitch of the chirping shifted, and hot points of light licked your skin, leaving you gasping in surprise. The little lightning strikes were fiery and felt sharp like the edge of a knife being dragged over your flesh. You had expected it to really hurt, but as usual, Kakashi had twisted your head around in a delicious mind fuck, letting you think he just might fry you up until the very last moment. The sensation beautifully toed the line between pain and pleasure, sending literal shocks through your body. Arching your back, you bit your lip with an excited squeal as his hand hovered just above your nipple, peppering it with a storm of static. "Did you really think that I would touch you with an actual Chidori?" The tone of his voice sent shivers up your spine.

"It s--ah-aaah-oounded like the rreeeal one," you gasped in a breathy moan as those sparks danced around your torso. Tiny bolts pierced your skin like needles without leaving so much as a mark in their wake. The most shocking aspect of this newfound kink was the smell. It never occurred to you that electricity had any kind of defining odor, but this did, and you couldn't get enough of it.

More soft chuckles hummed behind you as Kakashi’s breath fanned your neck. His sparking hand ran circles around your breasts, sending shocks straight through your body to your throbbing clit. The sensation was amazing and left you arching into his body, swaying your hips against his own waiting lust. "Are you trying to tell me something, hm?" He punctuated the statement with a nip of your neck and began trailing his new favorite toy downward.

"W-w-aaaait a minute!!" You squeaked in surprise at a dog-whistle pitch, wiggling your hips again in an effort to avoid that hand as you had quickly realized what he was about to do with it.

"You know the word to use if you want me to stop," he murmured, more and more amused by this. "Otherwise, I'm going to find out if I can get you off without actually touching you." He slid his feet between yours, prying your legs apart and stepping lightly on the tops of your now inward turned feet to keep you rooted.

The next sound coming out of your mouth was a shrill, giggling shriek that rolled into a loud moan. Kakashi brought those sparking fingers down to your slick clit, hovering just above it and sending little lightning strikes grouped in pulsing waves directly at the most sensitive spot. The electric chakra jumped around your dripping pussy, sending all new sensations ripping through your body. The inhuman noise you were producing grew loud enough that Kakashi had to muffle your mouth with his other hand to prevent the neighbors from thinking he was murdering you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let out another loud wail. Pins, needles, and precise strikes of heat from the electricity coursing through you sent your muscles contracting in waves in time with the pulses leaving his fingers. Your walls fluttered around nothing, absolutely starving to be filled. The intensity was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your legs trembled as the pitch of your voice rolled chromatically skyward.

Kakashi hummed praises in your ear, kissing along your exposed neck as he kept that one hand clamped firmly over your mouth. With a sly smirk he whispered in your ear, "Let's turn things up a bit."

To say you saw stars as he did just that was an understatement. The heat and force applied by those biting strikes of sparking chakra increased, intensifying your involuntary muscle contractions. Your legs nearly gave way as the first heavy wave of the night crashed over you and stole the air from your screaming lungs. Your walls clenched desperately. The knot of heat in your belly finally burst.

"Mmm, so that does work. Good to know," he mused, turning up the power as you rode out that first release until you wailed again and bucked your hips into his hand. Cutting the chakra off for the moment, he pressed hard against your puffy clit, rubbing circles to keep you teetering on the edge of blissful insanity.

"Mmmfffff--K-kakashi, please," you begged desperately around his hand. You were throbbing, aching, pining to be filled. "N-need you, need you now--"

As swift as the bolts of lightning crackling about in his hand, Kakashi had you untied from the rope, stripped his own clothes, and pinned to the mattress just a few steps behind where you were hanging. With a bruising kiss and a hand tangled in your hair, he ground his hips against your throbbing pussy, eliciting a lewd moan from you into his mouth. Hungry, desperate, and needy for him, you snapped your legs around him, urging him to stuff you. There was no need for the usual prep with how wet that electricity had gotten you. You gasped with eyes rolling back into your head as he abruptly rutted his full length into your aching core, sending you right back into outer space, digging your nails into his shoulders and locking your legs around him.

A low growl rumbled in Kakashi’s throat as your walls attempted to crush his cock. He swallowed your moans and wails from his movements in equally ravenous kisses with one hand still tangled into your hair. As you rode out yet another blinding orgasm, he snatched one of your knees and pinned it to your chest to achieve more depth that left you teetering on the edge of blackout. It was so fucking good. You clenched around him again, finally with the satisfaction of being stuffed so full and babbled incoherently. "Fuck-- Kakashi, so fu-haaah-ah-big -- can't -- oh, gods-- I--"

Hearing you unable to string together a coherent sentence filled Kakashi with immense satisfaction as he ground deeply into your impossibly tight little hole. Picking up the pace, the force of his thrusts rocked the bed noisily into the wall, though it likely couldn't be heard over you. He smothered your rambling cries with his mouth, leaving trails of bites and hot breath down your neck before coming back for more. He groaned loudly as you bit his shoulder while fluttering around him yet again to stifle your own noise. Nail marks decorated his upper back from your desperate attempt to hold onto something as he railed you into oblivion. His breathing quickened before catching in his throat and erupting as a guttural growl when he delved into you to an impossible depth, painting your insides white.

You were nearly choking on your own saliva as you dropped your head back into the mattress beneath you, fighting to catch your breath. Kakashi buried his face into the curve of your neck, gripping you tightly and murmuring soft affections as you both slowly drifted down from that impressive high. You could hardly feel your legs from how hard your soul had been fucked out of your body. He remained there, buried in you with your leg still trapped, trailing his fingers along your cheek while you tried to remember your own name.

"That was… ridiculous," you breathed heavily, coiling your arms around his neck.

Kakashi just chuckled, trailing his lips up your neck to yours again. "Well, now that you can speak again, perhaps we can finish the conversation we started earlier," he mused, running his fingers along your side teasingly.

You were not running on full steam and just pressed yourself tightly against him. "Hmm?"

"Mmm, electricity wasn't the only thing you were talking about with Master Jiraiya…" Kakashi spoke in a husky tone and trailed off with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

You peered up at him, face beginning to flame with embarrassment and a slight hint of dread as you remembered the depth of your drunken chat with the sannin who was definitely going to get pummeled for this later.

Oh, shit.

"What's this I heard about shadow clones?"

#naruto x reader #kakashi x reader #naruto smut #kakashi smut #chanfictions

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loki-hargreeves · 3 years

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Loki x Reader - Married in Secret

Warnings: a lot of fluff, implied smut, more fluff Word Count: 3,1K Summary: After you and Loki get engaged, Odin is trying to make a huge wedding happen for you against your wishes. So you and Loki get married in secret. Loki has another surprise for the two of you... {there are a couple choices at the end for you to choose from!} Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write interactive fanfiction. Better start late than never, right? Please enjoy <3 also pls don’t hate me for the vows, I did my best ok??

YOUR POV

Questions about the tiniest, most ridiculous things were bombarded at you from each direction as you walked in the palace,

“Do you want dark green or light green curtains in the ballroom?”

“We’ve already invited 500 people to the dinner party, can we stretch that to 600?”

“Should we pair the roses with orchids or gardenias?”

Ever since you and Loki had announced your engagement, Asgard had gone wild. The servants were tasked with making the most fantastic royal wedding, and it was getting exhausting. Loki hadn’t asked for this and neither had you. Odin was orchestrating it all, and it was definitely not from a good will.

The old man cared so much about appearance and he wanted to show the people what it meant to be royal. After all, Loki was a prince and you were about to become a princess. Odin wanted to put up a facade, and dare you say it seemed like he wanted to show that royalty was much better than the common people. To throw luxurious parties and waste so much gold on an unfathomable amount of flowers and other unnecessaries. To put up a show and conceal the love you and Loki had for each other. You were supposed to act cold and proud that day, but it wasn’t what you desired.

Truly, all you wanted was to be with Loki and celebrate the love you had for one another. Nothing more than that.

After days of circus Odin had created, you were done. You felt like slamming the door to your soon to be shared bedroom, but didn’t do it as you realized the door itself hadn’t done anything to you. Loki was sitting on an emerald green armchair, book in hand and he looked up to you with almost a worried gaze. It softened when he realized that it was you, not another poor servant who was terrified of getting any details wrong.

“Bad morning?” Loki judged the look on your face. Your shoulders were tense and it looked like you had been spun around like a music box doll everywhere you had been.

“You could say so,” You sighed deeply and made your way closer to Loki. Although the day had begun poorly, you felt immediately much better when you were with the Trickster you had fallen for.

Loki put the book down on the coffee table next to an empty cup of tea and he stood up, meeting you in a loving embrace. You relaxed in his arms and for a moment, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the moment.

“I chose a dress,” You let him know. At least, that was done now. One less thing to worry about.

“I’m sure it’s beautiful,” Loki sounded excited. He couldn’t wait to see you in your bridal outfit. The thought alone made his heart race in his chest. Oh how lucky he felt to have you.

You parted from his embrace and sat down on the second armchair so you could stretch your legs. It had been a long morning.

“I don’t wish to complain,” you started carefully, “but I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. This wedding is getting out of hand.”

Loki agreed with you, but hearing it made him worry. He was afraid you would get cold feet. If so, he would certainly blame Odin for it. But now, he wiped that thought away, for he had an idea.

“My love,” Loki took your hand in his and he lowered himself on one knee right in front of you, just like he had a few weeks ago. He was so devoted to you, he made you feel special.

“Yes?”

“What if I told you I have a plan?” A familiar grin appeared on his face. The way his lips curled ever so slightly made shivers run down your spine. He was up to something.

“Oh?” You were certainly curious. Loki never had bad ideas. Well, it depended on how one would define ‘bad’ ideas.

“Let’s elope, in secret. It’ll be just you and me and whoever shall wed us. No one needs to know until it’s official,” Loki proposed his idea to you.

And it was a brilliant idea. It was exactly what you had wanted. Something small and private. Away from hundreds or thousands of eyes which meant you could be comfortable. It wouldn’t be a show, it would be a loving moment just for you and just for him, one you would cherish forever.

It was also slightly rebellious, which only made it so much better. You could already envision the smoke coming out of Odin’s ears, and the dumbfounded look on Thor’s face. The people would have something to gossip about.

“What will your family think of it?” Honestly, you didn’t really care, but you played with the idea in your mind.

Loki put on a thoughtful look for a moment, pretending to be deep in thought, “I think...” He then returned his gaze to you and a playful gleam lit in his eyes, “that I don’t care at all. Perhaps my mother will be most understanding. Either way, it’s none of their concern, so what do you say?”

“Let’s do it,” You were convinced it was the best idea he could come up with regarding your wedding.

Loki was relieved to hear that and he quickly leaned close to you in order to catch your lips with his. The kiss deepened quickly. The way he held you was so strong and lively that you were afraid the chair would fall back, so you wrapped your arms around his strong torso to brace yourself.

When his soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin on your neck, you let out a laugh, “Loki!” You held onto him tighter, “if you’re going to kiss me like that, then maybe we shall move to the bed? This armchair wasn’t made for two.”

In a graceful manner, he dragged the two of you up to your feet, off of the chair, “if you insist, my love.”

The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. It was still warm outside and the gentle wind cooled everything down. You were high over the water which allowed you to see most of Asgard, yet the place offered much needed privacy. Shadows cast on the stony pathway under your feet, which contrasted beautifully with the golden rays of sunlight that made everything look like a page from a fairy tale. Your eyes followed the trail of flower petals that smelled so lovely and sweet, and then you saw Loki.

He was standing there with a nervous smile on his face. The officiant who was going to wed you stood beside him and even he smiled as he saw you, but you could only focus on Loki. He wore his full Asgardian gear and the gold and emerald green looked fantastic on him. His raven hair was brushed neatly and it looked soft underneath his helmet. The emerald cape was flowing ever so lightly as the wind played with it.

In that moment, you felt like the luckiest person in the nine realms.

You walked all the way up to him and then made sure your dress was smoothly cascaded around your legs and you wiped off any possible dust. It was the dress of your dreams and it made you feel so comfortable in your own skin. The jewelry you wore matched the dress and Loki’s gear, and you felt neat. You were truly a match made in the heavens.

When your eyes met with Loki’s, your heart jumped to your throat. He looked so beautiful and happy. Joy was simply radiating from him and it was infectious. To see him like that was a sight you could never forget.

He took your hands into his and whispered, “you look ever so beautiful, my dear.” There was a tear in the corner of his eye and surely there were tears in yours. This was the moment you had waited for since you were small. It was your wedding day, when you and Loki would commit to one another for the rest of your lives.

The officiant cleared his throat and you both turned to look at him. Asgardian weddings could vary so much. Everyone expected you to have the biggest wedding anyone had ever seen since Odin and Frigga’s, but here you were. It was just the three of you there. You didn’t recognize the officiant who was holding your rings, but it didn’t matter. The ceremony was going to be brief anyway and then you and Loki could do whatever your hearts desired.

At first, the officiant spoke about your forefathers and mothers, asked them to bless you on your shared journey that was about to begin. He talked about Valhalla, and wished you strength and luck for your future. Eventually, it was time for your vows. You were slightly nervous then and you wondered how you would’ve felt if all of Asgard had been watching you. That would’ve been a nightmare.

Loki took a deep breath as he prepared to speak. He had tried his best to remember his vows without having to look at a paper. Although he had known you for so long and shown you his most vulnerable sides, he felt jittery as he prepared to recite his vows to you.

“Y/N,” He began by saying your name. You gave his hands a comforting squeeze. You wondered if his words would make you cry.

“You’re the love of my life. I still don’t understand what I did in order to end up with you, but I promise to make it all worthwhile. I assure you, I will stand by your side through thick and thin. I won’t let anything come between us, ever,” Loki seemed more confident after a few lines. He stood more comfortable and let the tension wash away from his muscles.

“I will treat you like the goddess you are and I will support you through everything in life. You make me so happy, and I wish to make you happy too. I will cherish each and every day that I get to spend with you, because I love you. I love you for all that you are and who you will become as we grow. You make me feel like a better person and you make me want to be good.”

“...I want to listen to you, to be your rock. I want to go through good days and bad because now I know that I won’t be alone. I know that I am much to handle, but I will never allow my life to come in the way of yours. No matter where life takes us, I won’t leave you alone. As long as we’re together, I promise to be the best version of myself. For our future family, for us, for you,” Loki continued his vows smoothly. Each word seemed to come straight from his heart and soul. They certainly tugged at your heartstrings in the very best way. There was no doubt, Loki loved you as much as you loved him.

“I will love you, always,” He finished his vows with a pledge. If it wasn’t for the ceremony, you would’ve kissed him. Each cell of your being was practically begging for it, but you kept yourself together for just a while longer.

He grabbed the golden ring carefully, afraid he would drop it. Then he held your hand and slipped the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and it looked amazing. The green jewel looked like magic as sunlight pierced through it from a million different angles. You would have to get used to carrying that on your finger, but it wasn’t heavy. It was just right.

Now it was your turn. Both Loki and the officiant looked at you expectantly. How could you match Loki’s words? You only hoped that he could feel the sincerity of your soft spoken words.

“Loki, you are the light of my life, the reason why I get through even the hardest of days, and why I can enjoy the good days even more than I usually would,” You tried your hardest to stay composed. A part of you wanted to crumble because you were so overwhelmed with love. When you felt his hands on yours, you managed to stay calm and collected and you continued,

“I promise to be your ally in conflict, your partner in life, parenthood, crime,” You joked just to ease the tension you felt, earning a chuckle from Loki who hadn’t expected that, but he found it amusing nonetheless. This was exactly why he loved you. You were never too serious. Truly, you were his partner in crime.

“I promise to be yours forever. Being with you makes life feel complete. On hard days when we argue, I promise I won’t go to bed angry. I want to work with you through everything life has to offer. I will never abandon you. If you go, I go, right?” You paused for a moment and tried to remember the rest of your vows. You had written them down several times and you were happy you did so, because it made it so much easier to remember. The sentences came straight from your heart now.

Before you could go on, you decided to grab the ring that would soon decorate his hand. You held onto it for dear life.

“I can’t wait to grow old with you, Loki. I promise to give you my heart, my soul, my faith. Regardless of what happens in the future, I’m here for you. We will face it all together. From this day forward, until the day we die, until we are reunited in Valhalla, I love you. Always,” You felt immensely relieved as you finished your vows. It felt good to have said it all and know that soon you would be married.

Loki let you put the ring around his finger, and his ring fit him flawlessly too. For a moment, you adored the way your hands looked now that you both had your wedding rings on. It was almost too good to be true.

And when you tried to study Loki’s expression, you felt confident that the words had been enough for his ears. You couldn’t remember ever seeing him look so radiant. It was like you had stepped on cloud nine together and nothing could possibly drag you down.

The officiant deemed you finished, so he spoke, “I say this before our forefathers and mothers so that they may bless this marriage. They may bare witness to the bond that you are about to form,” He turned to face the prince, “do you Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?”

The moment you had waited for was finally here

Loki faced you fully and he couldn’t dream of getting married to anyone but you. It was easy for him to say, “I do.”

The man nodded and then asked you the very same question, “Do you Y/N Y/L/N, take Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?

Your heart was racing in your chest. It was like you were floating, that was how delighted you felt. There was no doubt to be found in your voice as you responded,

“I do.”

“Very well then,” The man failed to hold back a smile, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the gods and goddesses of Valhalla bless this marriage.”

Just like that, you were married.

Both of you were so ecstatic. When Loki leaned close to you and kissed you, it felt like you had entered paradise. Like all the flowers bloomed in seconds, like butterflies danced all around you, like you were bathing in sunlight and magic. You were enveloped in each other’s arms and your lips were sealed in a passionate kiss that felt never ending. It was your first kiss in the new chapter of your lives, and it was just for you.

The officiant gathered his things and left as quietly as a mouse, which Loki and he had agreed upon previously. That you barely noticed as you were lost in one another. It wasn’t until you parted from the kiss that you realized you were alone, just the way you liked it, away from prying eyes.

Loki wrapped his arm around your waist and then turned to look over the balcony. Vines were hanging over the railing and now you noticed the flowers he - or someone else - had set up. The sun was almost below the horizon and it painted the sky a beautiful mix of orange, gold and pink. Far away, you could already see a pool of stars gathering around the moons of Asgard. It was a beautiful sight.

“We’re married,” Loki had to say it out loud. It was difficult to believe to be true.

“Yes we are, my husband,” calling Loki that was thrilling. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

My husband, he enjoyed the sound of that. He would never grow bored of hearing it, he was sure. Loki played with the material of your dress, finding it smooth to touch. He couldn’t wait to discard it. He wanted to make you get lost in pleasure and bliss that night.

“I have a surprise for us,” Loki decided it was time.

“You do?”

“It’s our wedding day, my love. Of course I have more planned out for just the two of us,” Loki explained. He had been determined to make it special without guests. If others insisted on having a party later, that would be a problem for another day. You could celebrate without the judging guests and Loki’s family that could be a bit over the top.

“Does it involve cake?” You wondered curiously as he offered you his arm to hold onto. As you accepted that, he began to lead the way.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

~ select your surprise ~

[surprise 1]

[surprise 2]

[surprise 3]

A/N: choose wisely! Or read them all, it’s up to you.

I tried not to make the wedding too earthly, you know? I hope you enjoyed it. Now please, enjoy the surprise ending of your choosing :)

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#interactive fic #Loki x Reader #Loki x You #Loki Fanfiction #Loki fluff #Loki x Y/N #Loki/Y/N #Loki/You #Loki/Reader #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #MCU fanfiction #Marvel fanfiction

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qianinterprises · 3 years

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Birthday Blues

Genre | tiny angst, crack, fluff Pairing | Xiaojun x Reader Warning | sadness in the beginning, but it's nothing bad, just some moping. Word Count | 1.5k Summary | Spending his birthday without his family is hard. Spending it without you is even harder. Good thing Kun has a gift that will make everything better. Author's Note | Just a small fic to celebrate Xiaojun's birthday! Happy birthday Xiaojun!! 💕💕

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It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone when Dejun walked downstairs that morning, dragging his feet, shoulders slumped low as he shuffled into the kitchen where Kun was standing at the stove, stirring whatever delicious concoction he had cooking.

“Morning Junie-ge!” YangYang beamed at the slightly older man.

Dejun glanced up at him and couldn’t stop the small smile from growing on his face. YangYang was infectious. Anyone that was around him for any amount of time would be able to tell you that. He was annoying, yes. He sometimes made Dejun want to ring his neck, yes again, but he was their baby, their maknae, and he was an excellent hype man.

“Why so low?” Kun’s steady voice asked as he flipped a browning dough over in the pan.

Flapjacks and… something else…

Kun already knew why Dejun was less than enthusiastic on his day, but it still didn’t hurt to ask. Perhaps get the boy to talk before he kidnapped Bella and disappeared into his room for the day.

“You know why,” Dejun grumbled back, face falling once again.

“Tell me anyway,” Kun insisted.

Dejun huffed, shoulders shaking as he did so, but he didn’t ignore the elder.

“My parents and brother are nowhere close, so I can’t see them today, which sucks. But it’s made worse because I can’t even see (y/n) today. She’s busy and even if she weren’t, we’re in a totally different place than she is! She would have had to fly out and she doesn’t have time for that.”

Kun nodded in understanding, giving Dejun a look he couldn’t read but somehow made him feel better.

“Are you going to try video calling her?” YangYang asked.

He’d been so quiet Dejun nearly forgot the boy was there.

“I hope,” Dejun shrugged. “If she has time for me…”

“She loves you. She’ll have time for you.”

“Maybe…” Dejun muttered, shoulders slumping lower.

The kitchen fell silent save for the popping grease of whatever the hell Kun was making before being interrupted by another bright soul.

“Happy birthday Dejun!” Ten’s voice was shrill as he shrieked in Dejun’s ear, but the younger couldn’t bring himself to care as his bandmate wrapped him in a tight hug, giving him an extra squeeze for good measure before letting go and walking over to the stove to pester Kun.

“What did you do to him?” Ten shrieked, picking a silver spoon up from the counter and dipping it into the pan of whatever mysterious food Kun was cooking, only to be stopped as their leader brought a wooden spoon down on the top of Ten’s head, giving him a glare.

“I didn’t do anything to him. Now shoo!” Kun urged, pushing Ten away with his hip.

Ten stared at the male with betrayal written all over his face, but he seemed to get over it soon because he was draping himself across Dejun’s lap not a moment later.

“So why the sullen face Junie?”

Dejun groaned, choosing to ignore the male, not wanting to repeat himself as he leaned back against the chair he was sitting in. Part of him roved over the thought of pushing Ten from his lap and watching the male flounder to the floor, but even though he wasn’t exactly in a great mood, he wouldn’t do that to Ten…

...Unless the other irritated him too much.

“Something smells delicious!” Yukhei’s voice boomed as he walked into the kitchen, clad only in a pair of green and gold striped boxers.

“Seriously Yukhei?” Ten groaned.

The taller didn’t acknowledge him as he walked over to the stove to investigate what his leader was cooking when Kun suddenly turned around, his eyes falling on Yukhei’s bare chest.

Surprise was the first thing that crossed his features, but that was quickly washed away by annoyance.

“Wong Yukhei! You have better sense than to parade around the kitchen half in the nude!” he yelped. “I taught you better manners than that!”

The vein at the side of Kun’s forehead, right by his left temple, was starting to pinken up, enlarging enough that Dejun could see it pulsating with growing anger.

“But it’s hot,” Yukhei whined.

“So? Do you see any of us walking around with half our junk hanging out?!”

Yukhei opened his mouth to speak.

“No! You don’t! Because we have manners!”

Kun must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed… that… or his girlfriend was coming over and he wanted everyone on their best behavior.

“I would be completely naked if I wanted to get shouted at,” Ten indruded on the conversation, not looking up from his phone.

Kun and Yukhei turned to look at him. The vein in Kun’s forehead was becoming more prominent.

“Put some damn clothes on!” Kun snapped after a long moment of looking at Ten. “And keep your clothes on!” he snapped.

A mischievous grin crossed Yukhei’s features and Dejun knew this wasn’t over, but Yukhei knew how to pick his battles.

“I told you to put on some clothes before you left the room,” Sicheng pointed out, walking into the kitchen as Yukhei was hurrying out.

No one bothered to answer as Sicheng sat down at the table, fingers drumming on the faux wood.

“Is breakfast almost ready?” YangYang whined.

Kun rolled his shoulders and grabbed a few pot holders from their drawer. Sicheng got up from the table and moved to the stove, grabbing them from their leader. He brought them over to the table, placing them down as Kun followed close behind, one hand holding a plate of fluffy-looking flapjacks. The other holding a searing pan of egg, peppers, crushed bacon, diced ham, and crumbled sausage in a stir fry-like omelette.

Dejun squinted at the food in front of them. It looked good, but it was nothing like what they usually ate for breakfast. It was much… fancier. And yeah, it was Dejun’s birthday and all, but even still, Kun had promised him a nice dinner. They usually didn’t go all out for breakfasts on birthdays!

“Is our lovely leader trying to impress his girlfriend enough to get laid?” Ten asked, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Kun’s cheeks dusted pink but he sat down in his chair at the head of the table with a huff.

“Not just my girlfriend,” he grumbled with a huff.

Dejun rolled his eyes. Naturally Kun would try to impress his lady. At least Dejun would get delicious free food out of it. That was one thing going for him today, even if the rest of his day was shot.

He had just pulled a flapjack onto his plate that Guanheng had passed out to everyone as he’d entered the kitchen, when the doorbell rang and Dejun’s eyebrows cinched. Their doorbell hardly ever rang! Anyone from the other units would simply waltz right in and shout out their presence. Any of their significant others would knock before walking in because everyone knew them well enough. The managers never bothered to knock or ring the doorbell, so they only ever heard the chime when there was a large package delivered or a new guest was showing. And it was too early for packages.

“Dejun, could you get the door?” Kun asked, shooting the male a small smile before looking back down at his plate as he scooped some of the omelette onto his plate.

Dejun let out a small huff, but decided not to argue and got up from his table. Who knew, maybe Kun had ordered a big package for him that was to be delivered so early this morning.

He walked from the kitchen and into the front hallway where the door stood. Whoever was at the door was steering clear from the window cut in the center of the door, making it impossible for Dejun to have any guesses on who could possibly be there. His hand gripped the handle and he spun it, unlatching it from the hinge and pulling it open. Only to reveal…

You.

You were standing on the doorstep, a small, rolling suitcase by your side. Your hair wasn’t done up beautifully. It was in a lazy bun. Your clothes weren’t fancy, they were simple sweats. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was you were here.

“(y/n),” he breathed.

A smile crawled its way to your face and you released your hand from your suitcase handle, spreading your arms wide enough for him to step into your embrace. And he did just that.

Your arms encircled his middle, hugging him tightly as he nestled his face into your hair.

Behind you, he noticed Kun’s girlfriend standing, a fond smile covering her own lips as she watched the scene unfold. It was then that Dejun had no doubt she and Kun had cooked this up. Had made this possible. And Dejun made a mental note to protect his wonderful, amazing leader from the shenanigans of the others for the next week, because after this amazing gift, the man deserves the world. But he would have to wait, because Dejun was going to do nothing but cherish you with him for as long as you were able to stay.

When he pulled away, he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, thumbs gently running along your cheekbones. Your eyes locked on his as you placed your hands on his.

“Happy birthday Dejun,” you whispered softly.

That was all you were able to get out before his lips covered yours in a tender, but passionate kiss.

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glacialltz · 3 years

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Hiii! I love your Cafe, it's perfect for having cute dates! Can I request a Venti x fem reader? Where the reader begs Venti to make her float in the air. Then the beautiful two will kiss in the air as well

🍉anon

summary: you wanted to kiss venti while floating in midair together

warnings: gendered reader (lightly), kissing

word count: 699

author's note: welcome, 🍉anon! this is such an adorable request and i can't help but remember how excited i was when i first got it! also, i thank you for your wonderful compliment about the cafe! i hope it proves to be a comfortable place for you to return to in the future as well. i really hope you enjoyed reading this, i tried to make it as fluffy and sweet as possible!

❥•°❀ㅤplease forgive the Baker for not immediately finishing his 500 followers event;;; the last few requests should be out soon! thank you so much for your patience, everyone!

Soft giggles were carried on the wind like a song, swirling through the air like a bard's newest tune. They were joyful and bright, gleeful and excited. The sunlight was warm as it peeked through the leaves in the tree above, dancing softly as the wind carried through. Windrise was calm, peaceful, and comfortable; the perfect place to rest after a long day. Well, it was those things just a few minutes ago. Before the two of you arrived.

Hand in hand with Venti you strolled. Warm sunlight shimmered across your face as the two of you lept about like children, excited, gleeful, and loud. Your fingers being laced together did nothing to hinder your movements, the two of you moving together like one. Rather, it was like the both of you had grown accustomed to galivanting about giddily with your hands connected. It wasn't uncommon for you, after all.

"C'mon," you happily cried out, spinning around to face the short bard beside you. "Make me float already! I know you can do it!"

Yes, he was capable of it, that much was true. While you didn't know the full extent of his power, you'd seen him lift himself up in the air when bored or playful, the air spinning around him and the wind blowing softly. It was majestic and, more importantly, it really looked like fun! It's only fair you be allowed to experience such an exciting sensation, no? Besides, this was the perfect spot for it and the weather was so nice right now! Luckily for you, Venti seemed to agree.

His smile was wide and mischief twinkled in his eyes as he looked at you. "Well," he giggled, voice drawing the sound out for longer than needed. "If you say so!"

The wind whipping around you was slightly cold, but not enough to make you shiver. It spun around you in a harsh yet painless way, lifting you off of the ground like you weighed naught more than a daisy. The giggles you let out were infectious and there was a harmony to them that Venti adored. Your voice was always sweet and rhythmic to him, but nothing beat the sound of your laugh as you spun around where you were lifted, carefree and happy. You looked gorgeous, your face turned beautifully into a charming smile. Something about it made him fall in love with you all over again.

"Venti," you called out, your expression still bright as you looked down at him, almost completely upsidedown. "Kiss me! I wanna try kissing you like this!"

This time, Venti couldn't hold back his laughter. His previous giggles grew louder and louder, happier and happier, as he registered your request. He lifted himself from the ground a little, only enough to be level with your lips, his smile bright as he went for the kiss you wanted so badly. Still slightly unstable and unused to the feeling of hovering around so carelessly, your hands flew toward him, resting softly against his cheeks as you kissed. They were always so soft and warm, filling up your hands nicely. They already looked cute, but you were reminded just how adorable they were when actually holding them.

The kiss the two of you shared was wonderful, truly pleasant. It was Venti who broke away first, giggling about what a cutie pie you looked like floating in the air, like some whimsical maiden of old. The wind tickled your face lightly as he smiled, reminding you that it was nothing more than an extension of him and his power. Such a thought made you feel warmer inside than you already did, as it made this moment seem like you were wrapped up and floating in a giant hug, a comforting embrace, from him.

He didn't put you down right away, still almost swimming through the air around you, playing around like children once more. The flowers on the ground below you bowed and swayed carefully, their movements reminiscent of dancers in a ballroom. Perhaps they were, and their dance was in tribute to the love the two of you shared, the beautiful sight of the two of you in the air.

𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤

#genshin impact #venti x reader #venti #genshin impact venti #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenario #genshin impact scenarios #venti reader #gi venti #genshin venti #venti genshin #sweet treats #🍉anon #gendered reader

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demonologistfucker · 3 years

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Free Angel GN! Angel MC x Obey Me, Part 1

Summary: You are the third Angel to be welcome in Diavolo’s exchange program. This is the first time in your life that you are free from any Angelic codes, and you’re interested to indulge. You can’t explore hell alone though, so you’ll be given the Avatar of Wrath as a guardian.

This is my writing out the AU i had for my own mc, but as an MC insert. This first chapter is SFW, but if I continue, there will be NSFW smutty chapters. This Angel wants to have some fun in hell, and is Poly so ✨

Word Count: 3459

“Are you excited?” Simeon looked down to Luke. Who was fussing over his own clothes. Making sure everything was neat and presentable.

“Of course not,” Luke huffed. “This is going to be the worst year.”

“I don’t know about that,” MC grinned as they rocked back onto their heels. “We’re going to learn quite a lot.” So much about the Devildom had been kept away from the angels. MC was created by God after the revolution. All they had ever been told was what to fear about the devils and their land. However, MC knew there were gaps in the story. Noticed the longing that flared in Simeon’s eyes whenever The Morningstar and his family were brought up. Which is why, as the magic circle began to glow, MC felt a great excitement. Luke watched the magic circle glow with wide eyes. While Simeon continued on as if nothing was changing.

“Try to keep an open mind, Luke. The Devildom is not all bad.” Simeon patted Luke’s head. “You might even make some friends.” just as the magic circle completed. Reality spluttered for a second, and then everything was dark.

“Absolutely not!” Luke’s shrill voice was all that MC could sense. Then they tasted the air, cool and tinged with sulfur. “Make friends with Demons? I could never!” Luke prattled on while his eyes adjusted. After several blinks, MC could see the palace they stood in. The grandeur was almost repulsive. Gold trim and deep red walls. It was the beauty of wealth and statues.

“I hope you’ll be able to make friends during your stay.” A deep voice said from behind. MC spun around, and then had to crane their head upward to see who was there. His broad smile was so warm that it clashed with the royal regalia the man was dressed in. The red jacket with a medallion on the shoulder. MC scrunched their nose, wondering why Hell would choose to continue earths obsession with war decoration. “Thank you for joining us.” The Man continued, and he bowed his head to the Angels. “I am Lord Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom. As well as the head of the exchange program.”

“Thank you for having us,” Simeon smiles as he walks over to the prince. Without hesitation, the two embrace in a familiar hug.

“I’m just so happy the program worked.” Diavolo rubs the back of his neck. “The humans will be coming this evening. So I’ll be able to help you all settle in and still make it for the humans.” Simeon and Diavolo continued to talk about details. Mainly the excitement over the humans. While Luke looked on with a fury.

“I can’t believe Simeon is being so familiar with the Demon Lord.” Luke crossed his arms. “We cannot befriend the enemy.”

“Yah.. Enemy.” Mc can feel something tighten in their stomach. Instead of processing that, the angel turns to look about the palace a little more. Now that they knew what the Prince looked like. Some portraits on the walls made more sense. The one that caught the angel’s eye was of a young Diavolo. He stood alone in a field of red. A skull of a dragon under his foot, and a toy left in the distant background. It had been commissioned to show the great power Diavolo had ever as a child. Unintentionally, it spoke some truth. A small child alone in a field. Left with death at his feet.

“I won’t be able to be around much in your day to day, I’m afraid.” Diavolo was now standing to face the whole group. So MC turned their attention back to the conversation. “But I do want to do my best to keep your stay in my realm as comfortable as possible. If there is anything we can do, please let us know.”

“Is there a way we can go back?” Luke asks with great seriousness.

“Luke!” Simeon gasps.

“That is what would make me most comfortable,” Luke huffs and crosses his arms.

“Luke, you can’t just-.” Simeon rubs the space between his brow.

“It’s fine,” Diavolo shrugs it off. “We all process homesickness in our own way. The spell to move between heaven and hell is a powerful one. So we truly won't be able to do this till next year, but if there is anything else we can do. Do ask and I will try to accommodate. Lucifer should be here soon, and he will bring you to your dormitories. As well as go down the basic rules of staying here.”

“Rules?” Mc asks, finally speaking up.

“Not much but briefly - Michael requested that you three still follow your codes, but there is no way for them to actually check.” Diavolo puts a hand on his chest. “One of our realms defining features is that your god’s awareness cannot reach here. So the rules you must follow are the rules of the devildom and whatever you personally value. Our rules you’ll find are much more lax.” Luke gasps in horror, but excitement only brewed within MC.

Two men in uniform walk into the Palace hall. One walks directly to Lord Diavolo’s side. Dark hair falling into a shock of green that followed framed half his face. They were stiff and despite the collected look. MC could see the anxiety running through their spine. The other kept a distance from the Angels. A cool dark look, judging each of them openly.

“My Lord we must be going.”

“I don’t have any more time?” Diavolo’s face falls.

“No, your next meeting has already begun.” They kept their voice rather calm, but their eyebrow twitched.

“Alright,” Diavolo sighs, but turns back to the angels quickly. “I truly hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom. It’s an honor to have you here.” With that, Diavolo is ushered away.

“Now who could that brooding gentleman be,” Simeon was once again walking up to the strange demon. Though the man looked as disagreeable as before. He did let Simeon hug him. Only adjusting his jacket the moment he was free.

“You know who I am,”

“I am asking for the children,” Simeon looks back to Luke and MC. While Luke gets all huffy about their age. MC is truly an adult by the fact that they can just roll their eyes and get over it.

“My name is Lucifer,” He bow slightly to the three angels. “Avatar of Pride, and right hand to Lord Diavolo. When you need his help, come to me.” Lucifer sharpens his gaze on MC. “Diavolo is very busy, and I would prefer you to bother me than him.” Then his glare moved to Luke. Who paled and shuffled towards Simeon. “Now, if you will follow me. I’ll lead you to your housing for the year.” Lucifer walked briskly out of the Palace. “ Compared to the celestial realm, the Devildom functions much more like earth. The city is based on a money exchange. We will provide a small allowance once a month, but if you want to indulge, you’ll have to get a job.” Lucifer says all of this while walking briskly out of the Palace. Luke grumbles about nearly having to run, and MC has to fight back a laugh. “If you stay within the Devildom your life will be remarkably like that on earth. With a key distinction that there will be demons who lust for your blood every so often, and there is no sun.” Lucifer swung open the front door of the palace. Exposing the dark courtyard beyond, and the block void of the sky. Illuminated on the horizon was The Devildom. The glowing sector of Hell where Demons and spirits lived their personal lives. It glowed beautifully, and illuminated the Palace like a setting sun.

Normally, this effect was made greater by the fact that the courtyards had no lights. If one was to see, it was their own gift, or from the light of the city. The angels broke this by having their own innate glow. Casting warm shadows against the cool nature of hell. Lucifer glanced at the glow with mild annoyance. Normally, the walk from the palace to the road was his moment of peace. Now each step he was reminded about the great task this year would be.

“To help with the exchange, we have enrolled you three in the local university. There you can learn about how the systems of hell truly function, as well as our magical training programs. We have some of the most skilled magic users training with us.” Part of Diavolo’s plan was to show what Hell was truly worth. The eons didn’t pass without change, and under Diavolo that change was being brought to its most refined point. Lucifer himself had led many of the projects to start translating Hell’s data into deeper means of understanding… Books with narrative instead of strings of numbers or archaic runes.

“So you won’t be making us torture humans?” Luke snaps.

“Only if you want to.” Lucifer doesn’t even look back to Luke. He knew enough about the little angel to know it would start on a rant if provoked. He was already battling a headache and couldn’t stand the thought of being lectured by a child.

“I could never!” Luke brings his hand to his chest.

“Then you won’t.”

“What will we be learning then?” MC asks.

“Standard education for someone new to our system. History of the Devildom, Grimm economics, Devildom literature, Alchemy and potions 101, art, athletics,” Lucifer twirls a hand around. “The basics,”

“Oh that sounds… Fun” MC grimaces.

“Did you come here to have fun?” Lucifer glances back at the angel.

“So what if I did?” MC tries to be defensive, but can’t help cracking into a smile. It was rather funny seeing the confused look on Lucifer’s face.

“MC! We are not here to have fun, we have to learn and do as much research for our arch-”

“I know Luke,” MC groans. “We’re allowed to have Some fun.”

“Indeed,” Lucifer nods. “None of the classes should take all your time, so you’ll be able to have your own time. If you want to explore the Devildom please go in pairs. While you have Diavolo’s blessing, not all demons listen to authority. There is no promising what a rogue demon would do to a lone angel.”

MC scrunches up their face, which makes Simeon laugh. Meanwhile, Luke is actually trembling.

“Oh Luke, you look like a scared puppy.” Simeon tries to keep his voice sympathetic, but the hint of laughter is clear.

“A little chihuahua,” Lucifer smiles.

“I am not a chihuahua!” Luke shrieks!

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Purgatory Hall was a lot more comfortable than MC had expected. The interior was surprisingly bright and cozy. Though still favoring the overly ornate and plush. MC was wandering aimlessly through the halls. Luke was still hurt from the chihuahua incident by the time they were done getting situated. So Simeon had taken Luke out to get something sweet to make up for it. While at the time, MC had said they wanted to stay here and explore the house. They were now realizing that was a foolish choice. After looking in the rooms once, MC was more than satisfied with exploring the house. So now they were draped across the couch. Flipping idly through their D.D.D. When MC opens the messages to pulls up Lucifer.

“You said I shouldn’t go out by myself. Simeon and Luke are often a pair without me. I could just risk it?” Dots appear quickly.

“No, let me find you a guide.”

Lucifer leaned back. Thinking about which of his brothers, he wants to make baby sit an angel. No one who might find it enjoyable like Asmo or Beel. He already planned on having Mammon for the human...

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“Satan, would you be a guide for one of the Angel exchange students?”

“Are you actually asking me?” Satan looks over the top of his reading glasses.” Or are you just telling me in a passive manner.”

“It’s not passive,” Lucifer crosses his arms.” Answer my question.”

“No,” Satan leaned back into his chair. Lifting his book up to block Lucifer from view.

“You are just saying that because I am asking you.”

“Yes,” Satan smiles.

“Which is why I am going to make you do it.” Lucifer smiles back. “I think it will be an informative experience for you.”

“Informative?” Satan can feel the fires in his stomach boiling over, but his keeps his composure calm. It was centuries of practice. “As if I don’t hear enough about the celestial realm from you?”

“You hear our side of it, and now you can learn another.” Lucifer looks so sure of his convictions that it made Satan want to lift his chair and throw it through a wall. Instead, he took a deep breath for seven seconds and let it out in ten.

“How do you intend on making me do this?” Satan propped his elbow on the armchair, and then his head in his hand.

“I will tell Diavolo you refused to use your strength and knowledge to help his exchange program. If the angels are to learn the best qualities of Hell. Who is better informed than you? No harm would come to that angel with you near.” Lucifer has pride in many things. Not just himself, and that was one of his worst qualities. The way he looked at Satan with such knowing. Then how it could vanish into cold apathy. “It’s lazy work, really. You could have an audiobook in your ear if you truly needed it.”

Satan looked from Lucifer and down to the floor. Then he switched which way he was leaning in the chair. Fidgeting as he thought. Trying to find a way to accept that he will have to do this. Without having to agree with Lucifer.

“Fine, I don’t want to be lectured by Diavolo as well as you.” Satan begins to read his book again. “When do I start?”

“Now, they want to explore.” Lucifer’s face was full of mirth. If Satan showed that he was irritated, that would only play into what He wanted. So Satan sighed as he picked up the bookmark and wedges it in.

“The angels will be living in Purgatory hall, correct?” At least Satan could show he’d be competent in the task.

“Indeed. MC is an Angel a little younger than you and will not know what to expect in the Devildom.”

“That we’re not all monsters or that monster’s still exist?” Satan slowly took of his glasses. Cleaning the lenses before tucking them away.

“Bit of both. Which you’re a perfect example of. ” Lucifer ignore the scowl that rips across Satan’s face. Instead, tapping his watch. “They asked me for a guide an hour ago, so I would appreciate it if we could hurry up.” Satan stands up and again takes a deep breath. Then many more. A deep breath each step of the way to purgatory hall. Asmo was hanging out in the hallway, but the moment they saw Satan. Asmo found an excuse to leave.

It was right up to the moment that Satan knocked on the door. That’s when he took one final breath and let the tension fall from his shoulders. Suddenly the portrait of composure with a grace in his eye. The door opened easily, and there stood MC. Satan was shocked to see that, despite being an angel. They had changed out of any holy robes and into something more comfortable. There wasn’t the annoying level of arrogance Satan had come to expect. Off to a good start, it would seem.

“Hello, My name is Satan. Lucifer sent me to be your guide.” Satan bowed slightly and smiled brightly as he stood up. His green eyes were glowing with genuine warmth.

“Oh, awesome,” MC rocked back on their heels. “I don’t really know where to go. I just want to see… stuff?” MC shrugs and smiles sheepishly. Satan felt something new in his chest. This Angel was genuinely curious about the Devildom.

“I know lots of lovely spots. Do you want some history or a bit of culture?” Satan raises a brow. Looking at MC as if they were co conspirators on some great plan. MC’s heart pick up the pace.

“Why not both?”

“Good choice,” Satan offers an elbow to the Angel. With flushed cheeks, the Angel accepts. “A friend of mine commissioned a new branch in the museum nearby. It’s full of artifacts that were destroyed by invades. Now in the Devildom we can restore the artifacts and get first-hand facts on the culture.”

“An accurate history or ones written by victors?”

“Accurate, of course,” Satan looks almost offended. “We are not on any side of humanities battles.”

“You like their military regalia.”

“I don’t. Those in charge think it’s pretty.” Satan rolls his eyes. “One part of hell is under strict authority, and another is nearly pure anarchy.”

“Anarchy with demons must get interesting.” MC tries not to giggle. “I have the image of Demons fighting to create and making utter chaos.”

“You’re close, just throw in some packs working together, and rogues wandering around the city trying to push their chaos were ever. The principles of anarchy aren’t too bad, actually. I’ve read the literature, but in practice with magic beings, too many hot heads can ruin it for the rest.”

“There’s so many rules in Heaven,” MC sighs and rocks their head back. “Anarchy sounds terrifying, but also refreshing? If that makes sense.”

“It does,” Satan nods. “What sort of rules does heaven have?”

“Well, the rules of angels and people are different.” Satan nods instead of saying, Obviously. “For angels, we literally have a mandated outfit. Can’t wear anything but the one holy look. We cannot stray remotely close to any sins, and must keep peace at all times. Which isn’t difficult with 1000 of human souls all wanting their own ideal conflicting paradise.” MC tenses with the anger, and then lets it slide out. “Sorry about that-”

“Don’t apologize,” Satan squeezes the Angel’s arm a little. “You got more than the right to be annoyed with such treatment. Speak what you feel.” MC looks up at Satan with bright eyes.

“If I have to sing in another chores for God, I will scream.”

“You should! Screaming is cathartic.” The talk the whole way to the museum and through it. Both have more than enough to say, and genuinely want to hear the other. Satan has carefully made opinions and seems to be educated in every topic under the sun. The Niches of thing MC thinks of Satan can keep up with. He also seems to have causes at least half of the wars which destroyed the artifacts now on display. “Alexander was rather easy to manipulate,” Satan hums. “Just had to bat my eyes at him and ask if that’s what he really wanted. He would be up for anything after that.” Satan can’t keep back his mischievous grin.

“Did you… Seduce Alexander the Great?”

“And helped kill him.” Satan smiles proudly. “He was an asshole, but fun to play with it.” Now Satan looks off with a distance in his eyes. Clearly lost in the past, where he could saunter about Rome. Arm and Arm with a brutal conquer.

“How often do you accompany brutal killers?” MC asks with a sharp look.

“This is where our working on opposite sides could come to a point,” Satan chuckles. “I am the avatar of wrath. I accompany most of the greatest killers. Push them to indulge just a bit more. If not me, one of my many underlings is probably there.”

“Funny,” MC says with a rather serious face. “I haven’t been given a title yet, but I spent the last century working with the angels in the peace department.”

“Oh that is some hard work,” Satan looks over to the Angel. MC had been prepared for Satan to look annoyed, but instead he looked more impressed. “Humans are so easy to manipulate with their emotions. Peace is going against their instincts.” By now, Satan and MC had entered the museum. Other demons milled about. Quickly commenting on the pieces of history elegantly on display. The explanations that come with each piece are at best wordy paragraphs. At worst, there is an essay attached. MC is saved from any reading by having Satan in toe. He knows all the information backwards and forwards, and the fact he’s more curious about the Angel. Saves MC from having to sit through lecture after lecture. Satan pauses to breath, and to hear the Angel’s own thoughts.

----- Rest of the museum date will be finished if people show interest in it.

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you have any requests for what Angel MC get’s up to feel free to ask! If people actually like this I’ll writing more parts consistently. If not more will just come as I feel like it.

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animatedarchives · 3 years

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BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE

— 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

author’s note: it’s day two of the winter collab and today’s prompt is snow day! i love writing dialogue with kuroo hehe i hope yall like it!! ^^

genre: fluff!!

warnings: none <3

word count: 1.2k words

You sped down the stairs, hurriedly stuffing your legs into your boots and throwing your coat on.

“Tetsu, hurry! It’s snowing! Snowing!” you called behind you.

As soon as you looked out the window this morning, you could hardly contain your excitement. The front of your house had turned into a winter wonderland overnight and you couldn’t wait to explore it yourself.

You swung the door open and ran out into the frosted garden, a huge grin plastered across your face. Despite the cold air hitting your face, your eyes continued to sparkle in childlike wonder at your very first glimpse of snow.

Soft little pearls fell from the sky, dancing around you in slow and graceful movements. The snow on the trees glistened like crystals under the morning sun, and the white-covered ground stretched as far as your eye could see.

It was absolutely magical.

“Babe! It’s so cold, what the hell are you doing out here?” someone called from behind you. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow. You turned around to find your boyfriend making his way towards you, holding his red woollen scarf in hand.

You suddenly became aware of the cold air blowing against the exposed skin of your neck, and shivered involuntarily. You boyfriend shook his head at you in disapproval and you smiled sheepishly, running up to him to retreive his scarf.

“You have to take care of yourself, babe. Can’t have you catching a cold,” he scolded, draping the scarf around your shoulders.

“Okay mother,” you teased, grabbing the thick fabric as you began wrapping it around your neck.

“It looks good on you,” he said, surprised.

You scoffed. “Of course it does. I look good in everything.”

“Well, you also look good in nothi—”

“TETSU!”

Embarrassment rushed to your face and you pushed him away from you. Kuroo laughed as he stumbled backwards from the impact, unable to see your flushed expression. You busied yourself by continuing to tie your scarf, looking down to hide the way your cheeks turned from rosy pink to crimson red. Stupid boy.

You huffed as you finished bundling yourself up, zipping your coat all the way to the top to shield you from the cold air. You were about to turn around and give your boyfriend another piece of your mind when something hard hit you square in the back.

You yelped and spun around to see your boyfriend snickering unashamedly, tossing and catching another snowball in his dominant hand. Why you—

“You’re going to regret that,” you said, quickly compacting some snow and throwing it at his chest. Your snowball hit its target and Kuroo gasped, pretending to look offended.

“This means war!” he declared, grinning as he pelted you with the snowball he was holding. You squealed and tried to dodge it, completely forgetting about the freezing cold as you laughed and ran around in your frost-covered garden.

You quickly bent down, scooping up more snow to replenish your ammunition, when you heard footsteps crunching loudly in the snow.

And they were coming straight towards you.

You got up and raised your head, eyes widening as you saw your boyfriend charging right at you.

“Tetsu, what are you— AHHH!”

“ATTAAAACKKKKK!!!”

Kuroo tackled you right into a pile of snow, causing you to jerk involuntarily as the icy coldness pressed against your exposed skin.

“AH, SO COLD! Tetsuro, get off of me!” you yelled, trying to push Kuroo’s heavy body off your own. Kuroo only laughed, making absolutely no move to help you in your struggle.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with the cold when you rushed out here without your scarf,” he remarked smugly. “You didn’t even zip your jacket up properly.”

You glared at him, wanting to wipe that shit-eating grin right off his face.

“Yeah, well I didn’t exactly expect to be tackled into a pile of snow!” you huffed, still trying to wriggle out from under him. “HURRY UP IT’S FREEZING!”

Kuroo chuckled as he finally removed himself from you, giving you a hand to help you get back up. You grasped his hand and he pulled you up easily, but he didn’t let go even though you were already on your feet.

“Wow, your hands really are cold,” he said. You rolled your eyes unamusedly.

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” you grumbled as shivers ran through your body. Kuroo softened, cupping your hands in his own and bringing them to his mouth so he could blow hot air into them.

“Better?” he asked, golden orbs flicking up to yours.

“A little,” you replied, but you were unable to control the chattering of your teeth. Kuroo — being notoriously observant — noticed, and wrapped his strong arms around you. You instinctively placed your arms on his chest, raising your eyes to meet his gaze.

“Guess I have to warm you up then.”

He slowly leaned down towards you, bringing his mouth to yours in a deep and passionate kiss.

The warmth of his lips contrasted beautifully against the cold atmosphere. The heat from the kiss spread like wildfire throughout your body, warmth blooming in your chest like a flame that was just ignited. The coldness around you was long forgotten, and the only thing on your mind was the feeling of Kuroo’s mouth moving in tandem with yours.

Kuroo slowly pulled away, but the tingle from the kiss remained fresh on your lips. He gave a quick peck on the tip of your nose before wrapping his arms around your body once again.

“How about now?” he asked cheekily, knowing full well that you felt much better by the way you were melting into his embrace.

You hummed and nodded into his chest, far too comfortable to do anything else. You felt Kuroo’s chest rumble as he laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go back inside,” he said. Tightening his hold on you, he began to waddle forward through the snow with you in his arms. You started walking backwards towards the house, trying to match your footsteps with his.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, questioning your boyfriend’s actions yet making no effort to remove yourself from his arms.

“We’re walking while sharing body heat, Y/N. It’s called conduction,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You snorted at his dorkiness as he came to a stop in front of the house. He unwrapped his arms around you and allowed you to step back into the warmth of your home.

“You’re such a nerd,” you said as you removed your boots, putting them neatly on the shoe rack. Kuroo closed the door behind him, shutting out the icy air before removing his own and putting them next to yours.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” he grinned lopsidedly, before pulling you back into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up to meet his honey-golden eyes, only to find them already staring back at you.

Even though sharing body heat was no longer necessary, Kuroo still wanted to revel in the feeling of having you in his arms. After all, the only thing that could ever warm his heart...

Was you.

You smiled. “Hmm, I guess I do,” you replied, tilting your face upwards to close the distance between you, and capturing his lips in another deep and heartwarming kiss.

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — Two: Truth

Author's note: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person's relationship with his son. You've heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You've felt his pain and anguish and you've never been able to relate to anything more. But things don't come easy for you, and they certainly don't come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: allusions to sex, mention of trauma

Word count: 4,400>

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"Can I help you?" you jumped when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around on your heel, diverting your attention from the man on the television to the petite blonde girl who was doting a pale pink pant suit. Her blue eyes seemed friendly enough, but her expression of bewilderment and slight disdain was enough to make you uncomfortable. Your lips parted slightly as you tried to gather your words.

"I'm… I'm looking for someone," you said hesitantly. You turned back around to watch the television, pressing the palm of your hand against the screen and watching him with awe. You weren't sure if you were more flabbergasted by this brand new technology, or by the handsome man who was attempting to sell you oil.

"You're going to have to be more specific," the woman placed a hand on her hip and quirked her eyebrow.

"My friend Alistair…" you said slowly before shaking your head and smiling. "Do you know this man?" you pointed at the television.

The blonde woman looked completely and utterly perplexed. "Mr Lord?" she asked. Her mind was racing: everyone knew who her boss was. She pondered for a moment, questioning who exactly you were and where did you come from before shaking her head profusely. "Wait, I’m sorry. Did you just say Alistair?" she pinched the bridge of her nose and began to circle around you, taking in your appearance; judging your native Amazonian outfit and muddy skin.

"Yes, Alistair. We met in the park earlier," you explained. "Please excuse the dirt on my body."

"Mr Lord’s son…?" the lady said, speaking her thoughts out loud. No woman had ever come to Black Gold Cooperative requesting to see Alistair, note even his own mother. "Who are you?"

You smiled politely, taking the lady's hand. "I'm here to help. Where can I find Mr Lord?"

"Do you have an appointment with him?" the lady in pink asked, walking around the main desk and checking the computer. "I'm his secretary by the way. My name is Raquel." she mumbled as she pressed a few keys.

You introduced yourself and shook her hand, admiring her beautifully manicured nails. "An appointment?" you repeated. "No, not really. He doesn’t know I’m coming.”

“Mr Lord is a very busy man,” Raquel sighed, tapping her manicured acrylic nails against the oak wood desk. “He doesn’t do surprise visits.”

“That’s okay, I wish to see Alistair anyway. I must know if he’s okay.” your body was still rife with concern over what you had witnessed happen to the little boy earlier at the playpark, and how he had disappeared.

“There is no way for me to contact Alistair, he’s just a child… but uh, let me see what I can do.” Raquel sighed, knowing she wasn’t easily going to get rid of you anytime soon. “I can give Mr Lord a call and let him know you wish to see him,” she told you, ringing in his phone number. “Can I ask what your business with him is?”

“I’m here to help him,” you repeated with an eager grin.

“Right,” Raquel said slowly as you turned back to the television, admiring the man with the dark blonde hair, sporting the three piece designer suits. “Help him with what?”

You blinked momentarily, watching this Mr Lord drone on and on and on. “Oil.” you practically squeaked out.

“Oil?” Raquel questioned, not believing you for one minute. She had every right inkling to believe you were dangerous, but it was her job to contact Maxwell in this type of situation, no matter what. You squeezed your eyes shut almost sensing her disbelief when you heard her speak again. Her voice had changed completely, high pitched and almost articulated. “Oh, yes, hi! Mr Lord! There is someone here who wishes to see you.”

Thank the Gods he’d picked up the phone before Raquel could quiz you further.

Maxwell had answered from the car phone. He’d just dropped Alistair off at Julianna and Theodore’s home. It was never fun, having to go see his wife. He wanted to be strong, and he certainly wanted to keep his promise to Alisitar, about spending the whole weekend together - but there was too much at stake. He knew that deep down, Alisitair would understand one day. Maxwell cursed himself for messing up so quickly. The phone rang just as Maxwell slid back into the car. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Max huffed a sigh and held the phone to his ear. “Who is it?” Maxwell asked wearily. “If it’s the FBI or the FTC…”

Maxwell was nervous. He was even confused that Raquel was still at Black Gold, still happy to work for him after he did commit what potentially could be classified as war crimes. Maxwell was a realist and he knew that with every action, came a consequence. The world had never been kind to him, and he looked down at the envelope that Theodore had handed to him. His name, Maxwell Lorenzano, was written on the front in Julianna’s perfectly inked calligraphy. Max hated it. He didn’t have his name legally changed fifteen years ago just so his ex wife could throw his old identity back in his face. He hated his real name. It was a constant reminder of his past life. But now he didn’t know what was worse, being a Lord or a Lorenzano. The name Lorenzano had been tainted for him, by his family, and years of bullying. But the name Lord? He’d tainted that himself. A conman. A stupid, messed up loser. Julianna hadn’t wanted to see Maxwell, and instead sent her new boyfriend to collect Alistair from him.

“Julianna wants you to have this,” Theodore said with a frown, taking Alistair’s hand and pulling him away from Maxwell. “When you read through it, give her a call.” was all he said before slamming the front door in Max’s face. Max didn’t know what was inside the envelope, but he knew it couldn’t be good.

“No, it’s not the FBI or the FTC. It’s a woman,” Raquel said hesitantly. “She… she’s a bit odd,” Raquel whispered, but not quiet enough for it to go unnoticed by you. Nevertheless, you pretended to ignore her comment. Perhaps you were odd, and perhaps that was okay. The world of man was not something you were used to. But you were here for a reason. The delay in Maxwell’s response prompted Raquel to say more. “Mr Lord… I don’t think she’s going to leave without seeing you. Would you like me to call the cops?”

“No!” Maxwell practically barked. He turned on the engine of his car and held the phone between his ear and shoulder, reversing out of the driveway. He didn’t know what was going on, it was too early to tell - but Maxwell couldn’t have the police anywhere near Black Gold. There was a good chance the police might be looking for him anyway. There was a good chance Max believed he might even have to go into hiding. “I’m on my way.” Maxwell promised before putting the phone down.

You turned back to Raquel when you heard the phone click back onto the hook. “Well, he’s coming,” she shrugged. “Just take a seat please. He won’t be long.”

You walked over to the centre of the lobby where there was a long circular velveteen sofa with a silver foiled surface. You ran your finger over the material, savouring the soft feeling. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You let out a small gasp when you noticed your gladiator sandals had trailed in mud and made a mess of the pristine marble floor. You knew it wouldn’t take much to clean, but you still felt bad.

The lobby of Black Gold Cooperative was large, with pillars similar to what they’d have in the Themysciran palace back home and vases of white roses decorating every corner. You wiped down your skirt and tunic, not wanting to be responsible for any more mess, and sat down on the sofa. You groaned as the velveteen plush engulfed you. You couldn’t help it, Raquel was gone and you were exhausted after spending the day looking for Alistair. You hummed in contentment, unbuckling the leather straps on your shoes and laying down on the sofa, curling up and closing your eyes.

Everything was dull. The sky was grey, dark and rainy clouds casting a cold shadow over your shoulders. This was weird. Normally your dreams would be utter and complete blackness - the inability to see anything, only hear the chaos that surrounded you. Only hear the cries and pleas for help and terror - and his voice. The man you were soughting for. You wondered if upon venturing to the world of man, your premonitions had stopped. But that didn’t make any sense. You were one step closer to finding this mystery man.

In the distance, you saw a group of kids tormenting and teasing another little boy. The image reflected what you had seen earlier at the playpark with Alistair, but it was different children this time. “What are you wearing?” you heard one boy mock as you ran closer. “Look at your shoes! Little Lorenzano can’t even afford new shoes!” a different girl cackled.

Lorenzano. You stopped dead in your footsteps, your eyes widening as you watched the group of kids disband, leaving the little boy with glazed brown eyes and ripped clothes shaking with fear. Lorenzano was the name of the man you were looking for - the man you had to help. Your mother Hestia had helped you learn that, but you had never seen him before. This Lorenzano was just a child. There was no way he could have a son.

You took a deep breath and reached out. “Sweet boy?” you called, taking a cautious step forward. Little Lorenzano didn’t even flinch. “Hello?” you asked again. You got as close as you could to him, walking around in circles and taking in his appearance, but he didn’t even notice you. It was almost like he couldn’t see you.

That’s when you realised you weren’t in a dream. You were in a memory. And suddenly everything made sense. This broken little boy was in fact the same person you were looking for. But now, he was a broken man who was desperately trying to make things right. Desperately trying to turn his life around. You’d seen a fleck of his past and you wondered if he was anything like that now. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you had to find him.

There was no way of telling how long you were asleep for, but when you heard Maxwell Lord’s voice, you couldn’t distinguish it from your dream or reality. It was so familiar, so rich and articulate.

“Jesus Christ,” Maxwell muttered, pacing backwards and forwards before turning back to you and prodding a finger into your bare arm. “Wake up.” he said sternly, his voice a little louder than before. You yawned, bringing your hands up to your eyes and giving them a gentle rub before sitting up and looking at the man.

It was him. The same man you had seen on the television. Only there was something not that right. You couldn’t put your finger on it. You grinned, your eyes gleaming with delight as you stood up and cupped your hands around his face, squeezing his cheeks and getting as close as you could. You touched him and maneuvered his body in different ways, lifting his arms up and brushing down his shoulders. He was broader than any Amazonian woman, and that said a lot. Surprisingly, Maxwell became putty in your grip. He would’ve never have expected it, but he just let you mould him and sculpt him in any which way you pleased. You traced his skin with your fingers, taking in every detail. It was certainly the man from the television - but this version of Maxwell Lord looked more tired and disheveled. His hair wasn’t perfectly styled and he wasn’t fitted into a perfectly pressed suit. But he was still just as remarkable and there was something about his presence that simply took your breath away.

He could say the same about you, too. He was completely stunned by you. Your beauty was incomparable to anyone else he’d ever seen. You almost looked out of this world. He was quick to shrug off his fascination with you, boiling it down to the fact you were covered in dirt and dressed in the strangest costume. He had more important things to worry about… like Alistair and whatever was in that damn envelope Theodore had given him.

“You’re a man,” you whispered in disbelief.

“I- what?” Maxwell asked, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“A real man,” you gasped, running your fingers through his dark blonde hair. Maxwell had to push back a longing groan, as your touch went straight to his semi-hard and already throbbing manhood. He gulped, diverting his gaze from your beautiful eyes.

“Do I- do I not look like a real man?” he asked curiously, ignoring the shudder that felt like it was swallowing him whole.

“Themyscrian depictions of man illustrate a strong, tall, muscular fellow who carries a sword and shield,” You explained, biting your lip and placing the palm of your hand over his chest. You could feel his beating heart under your touch and it almost took your breath away. You dragged your hand down to the curve of his tummy and Maxwell felt his cheeks heat up with insecurity. He never let anyone touch him like this. “They were naked too.”

Maxwell practically choked on his own tongue. That comment alone was enough to get him to step back and raise his hands up defensively.

“Well princess, I won’t be getting naked for you anytime soon, that’s for sure.” He chuckled nervously.

You smiled. “Princess? No no, I’m not a princess,” you giggled before introducing yourself. “I’m the goddess of home and hearth.”

Maxwell gulped before bursting into a fit of laughter. He looked around the office lobby, his movements quick and stressed. “Right, where’s the camera?”

“The- the camera?” you asked, confused.

“Is this for TV? Come on, tell me quickly. It’s a practical joke… right? You’re here, in my office, covered in dirt and in the most ridiculous clothes I’ve ever seen. And you say all these weird words like Themysciran - whatever that means, and you’re telling me you’re the goddess of home and… hearth?” he said almost quizzically. “You’re the crazy woman who stole Alistair away from me at the playpark earlier.”

So Raquel was right. He really was Alistair’s father. “Hey!” you frowned at his accusations. You hadn’t lied to him once. “You weren’t where Alistair left you. You disappeared and I was helping him find you!” you shot back, feeling an anger bubble inside of you.

“I don’t know where you come from princess, but here in America, you don’t just go round stealing people’s kids. That’s like, a federal offence.” Maxwell shouted, wiggling his finger in the air. “Jesus, where do you come from?”

You defensively crossed your arms over your chest, his yelling making you feel vulnerable. You could tell that he was clearly already under a lot of stress but he had no reason to take it out on you. “Themyscira.” you told him calmly.

He scrunched up his face in disdain. "There it is again. Them-a-what-now?"

"Themyscira." you said, this time making conscious effort to say it slower and clearer.

"With all due respect darling, I've travelled the world. I've been to many different places. I spent my adolescence studying a map of the world and never in my life have I heard of such a place." Maxwell shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm not here to prove anything to you, Mr Lord. But I find your attitude towards me to be quite upsetting." you revealed, looking back at the revolving doors you came in. There was a deafening silence that filled the room.

"Why are you here?" Maxwell snapped eventually with a huff. You swallowed as he stalked over to you, his gaze not breaking from you once. There was something primal in his walk. "Why… are you… here?"

He wished he could ignore the distracting erection in his pants. He didn't even know you. You were just a random girl who had come into his office demanding to see him, refusing to leave until he came. You were just a random girl who had got close with him, who had touched his face and dragged your hand down his body. Who… talked about naked men. Truthfully, Maxwell had never been with a woman who was quite like you, but things were starting to make sense for him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he were to just take you up to his private office.

Your throat felt dry and for the first time, you couldn't fathom words. His honeyed brown eyes were now dark and lust blown as he raised his hand to caress your cheek. You didn't even realise the way you subconsciously moved your face further into his hold and a wicked smirk crossed his lips. His hand was large and warm and his touch filled you with a sense of protection you didn't even think you needed. "Oh," Maxwell chuckled darkly. "I know what you want from me."

"You do?" you asked timidly, not even realising the hold he had you under. For a second, you'd forgotten why you were even here. You were so taken in by Max. You were feeling things you had never felt in your life for this man who had been haunting your every thought. He was so close to you, his breath fanned over your skin and you felt a sensation erupt between your legs. His presence was intoxicating, and he could say the same about you.

"But I can't," Maxwell shook his head, his gaze falling to your lips before dropping his hand from your face and taking a step back. He cleared his throat and looked away awkwardly, moving his hand down to his crotch trying to hide his arousal from you. "I… I should go."

There was an immediate feeling of guilt that washed over Maxwell. He'd gained reputation in the past for sleeping with women, namely his assistants and secretaries, and not shown them a slither of affection or care. He was a selfless lover and he could get away with it because he was rich, famous and attractive. But now he was none of those things. When he looked at himself in the mirror before heading to the playpark, his own appearance knocked him sick. The stress wrinkles setting in his forehead, the dark circles around his eyes… and he hadn't showered in a week. His hair was a mess and he couldn't even bring himself to check a whiff of his underarms. He didn't know you, but he sure as hell knew you deserved better than a man like him.

You were bright eyed, polite, and curious about the world around you. Not only that, you had demanded to see Maxwell just because you wished to check on his son and make sure he was okay. You had gotten very close to Max and not said a word about his bad hygiene or his tired eyes, instead, you looked at him with hope and admiration. Almost as if you believed that he could become a better man.

"Wait!" you called, reaching your hand out before Maxwell could walk away. "I'm sorry if- I'm sorry if this wasn't a good conversation for you. I've never spoken to a man before."

Maxwell titled his head and quirked an eyebrow. "You intrigue me," he admitted, pursing his lips slightly. His gaze fell from your face to the circle of rope attached to your belt. It didn't take long before he realised what it was— but no, it couldn't be. "What is that?" Maxwell asked, pointing at the rope as fear dripped from his tongue. He even took a few steps back.

You unravelled the rope and held it out for him to see. "This is the lasso of Hestia, it was my mother's. She gave it to me before I left for the world of man. Only two were made and this— this is the last one," you smiled a tearful smile at the memory of your mother. Diana had taken the other lasso, as well as the sword of Athena, back in 1918. "My mother Hestia is the goddess of Truth. And the lasso of Hestia compels any individual it uses to see the truth, or speak it," There was no telling what the expression on Maxwell's face showed. You frowned. "You still don't believe me, do you?"

The lasso had initiated a trauma response in Maxwell as you turned it on. He watched it glow yellow, the same yellow that Diana's lasso had glowed when she wrapped it around his ankle in the island bunker. He remembered her words; "See the truth." and his heart sank into the depths of his chest. That's when he saw Alistair.

Maxwell had always thought Diana Prince was strange. Ever since she told him she didn't own a TV— because who in the 1980s didn't own a TV? And who would deny a free 19 inch TV from Sears? But when she had followed him to Cairo with her pilot boyfriend and caused nothing but chaos in her red, blue and gold superhero outfit, he knew she was special. That she possessed powers. This was later reaffirmed in The White House, and then in the bunker as Maxwell tried to plot world domination and grant wishes to every citizen.

He looked at you behind all the mud and dirt, and he looked into your eyes. Could it be true? Could you be telling the truth? What if you were like Diana? Would he really want to be around someone like you?

Maxwell took a huff of air and wrapped the lasso around his wrist. You watched him, letting him do so. "Prove it." Max swallowed the lump in his throat that he hadn't even realised was there. You looked at him with hesitancy before nodding your head. If this worked, he has no reason not to believe you. A magical lasso… and it wasn't the first he had seen.

"What do you wish to see?" you asked Maxwell, your voice quiet. You didn't detach your gaze from his eyes once.

"Do you see what I see?" He asked, and you nodded your head in affirmation. Maxwell thought for a second, before remembering you had come all this way to Black Gold Cooperative just to see Alistair. At first, there was something deeply unsettling about it… but your presence made Maxwell feel safe. "Show me my son."

You closed your eyes and Maxwell followed your actions, and it wasn't long before your vision was clouded by the image of Alistair in his bedroom at Julianna and Theodore's house. Sitting at a desk, he was humming a song. Maxwell couldn't help but smile, recognising the song from the video game Alistair played with him earlier in the day. With an array of colourful crayons, he intricately sketched a drawing of a man with messy yellow hair and a tie, holding the hand of a smaller boy with black hair holding a teddy bear. He labelled the drawing ‘me and daddy’.

"Alistair sweetheart," Julianna called, peeking her head through the door that stood slightly ajar. "Dinner is ready," Alistair didn't look up once, continuing to rub pink crayon into his paper. "What are you drawing there?" Julianna asked, slipping into her son's bedroom and peering over his shoulder and the drawing.

"Me and daddy," Alistair mumbled, only half listening. He was too busy concentrating on adding the purple detailing on his daddy's socks.

"Oh sweetie, I told you that maybe, sometime, you could draw yourself and Theodore? You know, since he's your father too. He does so much for you Alistair, he takes you out to the movies, takes you to your piano lessons… he's a good guy," Julianna smiled, ruffling her son's hair. She pressed her finger into the yellow haired stick man wearing purple socks. "He's not a good guy."

Alistair furrowed his eyebrows, dropping the crayon to the paper and turning to face his mother. "My daddy is my hero." Alistair told his mother, his brown eyes wide and full of love.

Julianna didn't say a word. She stiffened up, standing tall and glared at her son's drawing. Her stare was so intense, you wondered if she was about to eject lasers from her eyes and set the paper on fire.

"Go eat your dinner." She finally said coldly, her words dripping with malice before barging out Alistair's bedroom.

The lasso of truth unravelled itself from Maxwell's wrist and you curled it back into your holster, clipping it in place on your belt. You looked up and noticed the tears that were pricking Maxwell's eyes.

"You- you probably shouldn't have seen all of that," Maxwell admitted, his voice croaking slightly as he tried to hold himself back from becoming a sobbing mess. "I'm not a hero."

You reached out and took the hand of the big-name businessman who was standing before you on the verge of tears. His hand was big, cold, and his fingers were calloused. You took him in both of your hands and rubbed soothing circles into his skin, desperately trying to provide him with warmth and comfort. His glazed brown eyes looked up at you with bewilderment as he wondered why you were being so nice to him. He was a monster, he deserved every bad consequence that would be coming for him. And yet, you treat him like a human. Even at the height of his career when he lived in riches and luxury, nobody had treated him with the politeness and love you were currently giving him — and you were a stranger. A stranger who was covered in mud with a magic lasso.

"Maybe you are a hero."

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part 6: never alone

pairing: jack whiskey daniels x ofc

rating: pg-13

warnings: so fluffy like seriously that’s it just so much fluff

word count: 1,036

author’s notes: well the end is finally here! i hope everyone enjoyed this series as much as i enjoyed writing it! plus happy ending, of course! feedback is welcomed as always. also i have many other one shots coming up till the end of the year and then hopefully after the first of the year a new series. i look forward to sharing everything else with y'all! i also will post a link to the song i used for the titles and in this chapter below!

link to hear the song

ao3 series link

**one year later**

River couldn’t have pictured a more beautiful day if she tried. The sun was bright and high in the sky, shining down around the ranch, but a breeze flowed through the leaves keeping it from being too hot. It was going to be a small backyard ceremony, only with the few people who knew Jack was still alive. River couldn’t bring herself to care, she was just ready to marry the man she loved.

“Almost done,” Ginger spoke around the few bobby pins that stuck out from her mouth.

She had made River turn around until she was completely done with the look, and River was excited to see the finished product. Finally Ginger took her upper arms and gently spun her. River smiled at the reflection staring back at her, before meeting the eyes of the other woman.

“Ginger it’s perfect thank you!” she smiled wide before turning to hug her.

“Oh you’re welcome. You look beautiful,” she rubbed at her back.

River turned to look again. Everything was perfect. She wore the same dress they had met in, and the same one she wore at Jack’s funeral only a year before. He had asked her to wear it to give it a better memory, plus she knew he loved it. Her hair was pinned in braids half up and half down, curled beautifully. Her makeup was not be too much, but just enough to brighten her face a little more.

“Why am I so nervous? It’s just Jack,” she laughed at herself as she turned to look at Ginger.

“Honey it’s your wedding day, you’re bound to be nervous. Everything is going to be fine though.”

A knock on the door made them both look over, before it opened slightly.

“Y’all ladies decent?” Tequila spoke.

“Yes we’re decent,” Ginger laughed and River joined her.

Tequila stepped through the door in his usual suit get up. River and Jack had asked everyone to just wear what they normally would at Statesman, but they all fancied themselves up just slightly more than usual.

“Well, my my River you look beautiful.”

“Thank you Tequila,” River smiled brightly.

“He’s ready if you are.”

“I’m ready,” River spoke it with a breath and another look at Ginger.

Ginger handed her her bouquet, all picked fresh from their land. Tequila and Ginger left the room soon after to give River a minute. She paced just slightly, reciting her vows in her head over and over again. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered rapidly. She finally walked out of the room and to the back of their home. She stood behind the two double doors that lead to the backyard, curtains blocking both, her and Jack’s view from each other. She closed her eyes and took one more last deep breath before her cue came up. Music played from the Bluetooth speaker that sat in the window to her right. It was not the traditional song but a sweet melody she had found and fell in love with. The doors in front of her opened, and that second the tears pricked at her eyes.

The scene was beautiful. Flowers made up a path that lead to where Champ and Jack stood waiting for her. Lanterns along side them but in the day they remained unlit. Her eyes traveled to the man she was about to marry. He stood there in one of his suits, hands clasped in front of him and a cowboy sat on his head. Even under the hat she could see the emotion cross his face and it only pulled her tears forward more. She started forward, walking slowly to him. Ginger and Tequila followed behind to take their spots next to the bride and groom. When River stopped in front of Jack she could see he was already full on crying, and finally a few tears escaped down her cheeks. They shared a bright smile and a chuckle at the fact they couldn’t seem to keep together.

“You look so beautiful Honey Bee,” Jack murmured after River handed off her flowers and took his hands.

“And you look very handsome my love,” she beamed up at him squeezing his hands and receiving a gentle one back.

Champ started in with the opening like he was speaking to a backyard full of people. River and Jack’s eyes stayed on each other, both of them trying to push back tears. They exchanged their vows, gave each other the rings, before Champ finally said those words River had been waiting years on.

“I now pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Jack Daniels. Son you can kiss your bride,” Champ spoke and everyone began to clap.

Jack grabbed River and pulled her to him, dipping her as he kissed her so passionately she never wanted to pull away. He threw one arm in the air in victory and when River pulled away and saw she couldn’t help but laugh. She couldn’t believe it. She was finally married to the man she loved.

The sun had started to set during the ceremony and the wedding party now set around a picnic table together. They laughed and ate enjoying each other for a few hours before Jack stood.

“I think it’s time me and this misses share our first dance,” everyone around the table beamed.

River was caught off guard. She didn’t expect a first dance or that Jack had set it up. He pulled his phone out working on it for a moment before a familiar song began to play and River felt the tears spring into her eyes. The song played around them as Jack stuck his hand out and pulled her close swaying.

“Never alone

Never alone

I'll be in every beat of your heart

When you face the unknown

Wherever you fly

This isn't goodbye

My love will follow you

Stay with you

Baby, you're never alone”

River had never felt so happy in her entire life. She let her head rest against her husband’s chest, once again listening to his heartbeat reminding herself that he was here holding her. In that moment she sent a prayer that she would never have to leave his arms ever again.

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