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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch. two

read chapter one here

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an; welcome back y’all. thank you to all who have read so far, even tho it’s only chapter two. i’d love to hear your feedback! enjoy!

**italics indicates flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.2k+

edie's pov

so that's spiderman? seems like a fun guy, i think as i walk through the dark alleyways so i don’t draw unwanted attention to myself. it's late and i'm navigating my way home, still thinking about my run-in with the red and blue clad boy. it's easy to tell he's young by the sound of his voice, leading me to believe he’s twenty at most. that doesn't bother me of course, as i too am considered young for a crime-fighting vigilante.

i turn the last corner before reaching my street and sigh with relief at the sight of my apartment building. the light in my window is off, aiding in the illusion that i'm asleep so my mom doesn't come in while i'm away on my semi-nightly adventures. just before i can touch the brick stones of my building as i pass by, a mechanical swoosh comes down and picks me up off the ground. i let out a small yelp and quickly find myself placed on the roof.

"hey, wolfie." mr. stark says as he walks out of his iron man suit. i let out the breath i was holding and turn around to face him. i offer him a small smile and take my hood down.

"mr. stark, hello, sir."

"school's almost out, right?" before i can answer, he keeps talking, "good. i'm gonna need your help with something."

i wipe away the beads of sweat running down my forehead as i bend down to pick up my throwing knives from the concrete ground. i steady myself and focus on the tattered piece of cardboard nailed to the wall that is my makeshift target. with a small grunt, i fling one towards the center of the red dot, hitting it dead on. i continue this activity until i run out of things to throw and my arms feel like jelly. i lost count of how many times i'd hit the center of the target in a row.

stepping back with a satisfied smirk, i collect my knives, shoving them back into their rightful place in my bag or around my waist and turn on my heel to head home. i manage to take two steps before a voice stops me in my tracks.

"hey, don't walk away now, kid, the next one would have been fifty." my eyes widen at the familiar voice that often appears on my living room television. i slowly move to face the man and gulp, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, not being able to say a word.

"come on, one more. show me what you got." says tony stark, with a loose smile on his face.

without a word, i force my trembling hands to grab my favorite knife from my right boot and brace myself for a throw. my breathing is shaky as i raise my right arm and inhale along with it. i can feel the sweat running down my back as i close my eyes for a moment. don't embarrass yourself, e, i think to myself. with that i snap my eyes open and silently chuck the knife towards the target.

i missed.

"oh for fuck's sake." i groan into my hands before i remember who i'm with and freeze. i keep my head in my hands, making sure to cover my face, only gathering enough courage to peek at tony stark through my fingers.

"well, that's awkward, i won't lie," he says, looking uncomfortable, "but i think i saw what i needed to see beforehand. i'm tony stark, or iron man if you wanna get fancy." he reaches a hand out in my direction.

"edie wolfe, hi." i reply with a defeated and lame handshake. to save both of us from looming silence, he pulls at my hoodie before continuing on, "okay, ms. wolfe." he pauses to inspect my attire, "what is this? leggings? and a hoodie? kid, if you're gonna be throwing knives, you gotta expect people to throw them back at you. this isn't going to cut it." he motions to the thin fabric covering my arms and chest.

i laugh at his words, "oh hey i see what you did there."

not catching on to his own pun, he moves on again, "what? actually never mind, we have a lot of talking to do, wolfie."

ever since that night, he took me under his wing- and a week later i got a package with a brand new suit in it. one that would protect me a whole lot more than what i was working with before.

"earth to wolfie, beep beep boop," mr. stark says as he pokes me in the forehead. i swat his hand away and give him my full attention. he continues on, "so you're in? a summer at the compound, being scary and keeping bad guys away?"

i raise an eyebrow at him, "what makes you think my family will be okay with that?" i ask. mr. stark simply rolls his eyes, "i already talked to your father, need i show you the proof?" i shake my head and he nods with satisfaction.

"okay, kid. see you in a few days." he says, preparing to get back into his suit, but before he can fly away i stop him, a question looming over my head, "am i doing this alone?"

"of course not. i wouldn't leave you alon- well actually i can't leave him alone so that's why you're gonna be there," he explains with a shake of his head.

"and who exactly is this person?" i ask with my arms crossed.

"how about one friendly neighborhood spiderman!" he yells and takes off before i can say anything back.

finally, the last day of school was upon us. it seems that the ending of every school year is bittersweet, and to be honest it hasn't quite hit me yet. senior year was way lamer than everyone played it off to be. you're told that you're officially ‘top dog', but let's be real- no real credit is given until you've graduated. but hey, here's to making it this far.

i'm sitting at my usual lunch table, surrounded by peter, ned, and mj. we pass jokes around the group and take in every moment we have left of our time together, yanno, since peter is leaving. but so am i. which is something i still have to share with everyone.

"uh, hey, guys. can i be a debby downer for a moment?" i ask, clearing my throat and disturbing the light mood of the afternoon. the table quiets down and all eyes are on me. "so you know how peter is leaving this summer?" i ruffle peter's hair in an attempt to not make that statement so sad.

"yeah, edie, we know." mj says with an eye roll as she picks at her cold french fries. i roll my eyes back at her and mock her voice. i can't help but notice peter's guilty face sitting next to me, little does he know i am going to make it a whole lot more weird up in here.

i take in a big breath and hold it to up the anticipation, "well it looks like i'll be gone too."

ned drops his chicken wrap and shakes his head furiously, "nuh uh, nope. no way. sorry, e, i can't allow that to happen," he says with a stern voice. peter chooses this moment to negatively highlight my new confession, "edie, how dare you! someone needs to be here to look after the kids."

i lower my head in shame, god this was so hard to do. faking a playful smile, i try to make light of the situation, "hey, c'mon, we all know mj is the mom friend of the group."

mj shakes her head violently and protests against my statement, "absolutely not. i veto that with all of my being, ned is the mom." she insists as she points to the pouting boy. we all laugh at that before falling into an uncomfortable silence. i glance in peter's direction and try to smile at him. doing this to him was the hardest, i tell him everything and knowing full well that i can't tell anyone about my stay at the compound, it just hurts my heart. we won't be able to communicate all summer.

"my mom signed me up to be a camp counselor...at, uh, a self-defense camp." i panic at the last second, realizing i never thought about what kind of camp i would fictitiously be a part of. the whole table bursts out into laughter.

through short breaths and a hearty laugh, ned pokes fun at me, "edie? teaching children how to kick someone's ass? look at you, you're like a soft pillowy little marshmallow." i stick my tongue out at him and cross my arms.

"hey, i wouldn't shut down the idea too fast, remember e's dad is like, an actual fbi agent. i'm sure he's taught her some stuff," peter chimes in, coming to my rescue. i nod along and hum a 'mhm', snickering inside at how much they don't know.

once i'm home, i pack my suitcase with all the things i think one would need to stay at a high tech superhero compound. i grab all of my knives and shove them into a utility pack, along with my suit.

my parents know where i'm going, and lucky for me they’re okay with it. well, at least my dad is.

my father, sam wolfe, works for a hidden branch of the fbi that trains government spies and the occasional assassin. thus being the reason i grew to be so good at combat. he would take me onto the roof of our building and have me shoot at targets and hit punching bags. we would practice for hours at a time, his booming voice critiquing my every move and decision as i worked. i've never been comfortable with a gun, so i stuck with knives and made that my craft.

i haven't seen my dad in a few months now. to 'protect' me and my family, we weren't allowed to know where my dad was going or why he had to leave in the first place. once mr. stark came into my life, he and my father became close, putting his trust in mr. stark to watch out for me whenever he was gone.

my mother on the other hand, she hates everything about it. she’s afraid of the world and all the things that lurk behind closed doors. when dad isn't around, we aren't allowed to talk about anything related to knives or fighting or tony stark. and for my nine-year-old brother's sake, i oblige.

pulling my bag onto my shoulder and lugging my suitcase through the hall, i meet my mother and brother in the living room. she meets my eyes with her cloudy ones and closes the distance between us with a strong hug. i chuckle at her before wrapping my arms around her plump frame.

"mom, it's okay-" i start, before she cuts me off, "shhh, edie. let me have this moment."

i shut up and continue to embrace my mom. i know this is hard for her, but she needs to understand that this is an amazing opportunity for me. i'm being put in charge of the avengers compound for the entire summer. i wish i could share this excitement with my dad, but i know he's happy for me, wherever he may be.

"edie, promise me you'll come home if you can't handle it. no one is going to judge you for that. you're only eighteen. i can't believe your father is letting you do this." my mother rambles as she pulls away from me. i smile at her and just nod my head.

my little brother looks over in our direction with a shy smile on his face. i ruffle his hair and pull him to me for a quick hug, "take care of mom for me, booger." i whisper into his ear. he gives me a simple nod and backs away.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. i pull it out to see a message from mr. stark.

'beep beep, i'm here'

i sigh and look up at my mom one last time, "that's my ride." she lets a single tear stroll down her cheek before wiping it away and shooing me out the door.

once out of the apartment, i lug my suitcase down the three flights of stairs and out onto the sidewalk. mr. stark is pulled up to the curb in his fancy black car. he rolls down the passenger side window and yells at me through it, "time to party, wolfie."

i stroll to the car and pull the back door open to throw my stuff down. then i hop into the front seat and look at mr. stark, "you know, you could have come in."

"yeah, well we all know your mother doesn't like me very much. i don't wanna poke the bear," he says as he pulls his sunglasses over his eyes and revs the engine, "let's get you to your new home for the next three months, shall we?"

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mojofun · 4 years

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Where My Heart Lies (Loki x OC) - Chapter 3

While he is wreaking havoc, Loki runs into a woman that catches his eye, so he takes her with him. She doesn’t seem to mind at all. Will he let her see the darkest side of him though?

Hello :)

This is the third chapter of the story. Hope you guys enjoy

I’m tagging @mrsbellablythe and @queenofchaos7 :)

Gif not mine, credits to @reinamorena26

Loki was lost in his thoughts, walking toward the room reserved for Hayley. Well, stumbling, to be more precise.

He hadn’t been himself for weeks, and he could see it every time he caught a glimpse of his reflection; he felt it in his mind, in his emotions, in everything he was… Or no longer was.

He barely managed to keep up his usual facade of detachedness and teasing, his last resort to push away unwanted attention.

Hayley.

Truth be told, her affection fell in the exact opposite category, but what made him classify it as unwanted was the incredibly strong effect it had on him. His resolve was growing weaker day by day, and it was also thanks to the breathtaking brunette that he had not surrendered just yet.

The nights he spent with her were his escape, the sole moment he had to enjoy being himself, without having to hide that he actually had feelings.

Unfortunately, even that was about to change

“If you do not obey we will take that sweet, precious girl of yours. I’m sure the master will enjoy spending some time with her…”

The Other’s words rang ominously in his ears, making him walk faster and faster toward what had become his second bedroom. If only Hayley saw the one he actually slept in, she’d understand… And he couldn’t let her.

Especially after what the revolting creature had said; sure, there had not been any specific threat, but he would have preferred that, to be honest.

It was so vague, yet terrifying. Hearing it on repeat inside his mind, so faraway like a shout in space and yet so close, looming over their heads…

Her head. He was terrified.

The demigod feared both for her safety and for his heart, if what he had in his chest could still be described as such; Hayley always said -used to, at least: he no longer spent enough time with her as of late to enjoy a proper conversation- he had a heart of gold under his crusty exterior, but he never believed it…

As if to prove him wrong, the withered shred in his chest that once was a muscle began beating again, just for her. It began to beat for the amazing smiles she gave him, for the intensity in her chocolate eyes as she held his gaze, for the warmth he felt whenever he was next to her…

For the feeling of being loved for who he was, something that he had been denied for so long.

Now… Now he’d have to make her hate someone that wasn’t him.

He had to make her hate him, so she would leave.

Truth be told he was surprised she hadn’t already, given how badly he treated her. At first it had been heavenly, finally feeling something again, and something that was not pain. Then…

As time went by, it all spoiled; it began to hurt, badly.

The growing awareness of what he felt for her.

The rising fear for her safety.

The spiralling pain that she felt, and how it took him less and less effort to perceive it; it simply radiated from her.

He felt like a monster for putting her in danger, for making her suffer so much, and he wanted to kick himself for it all, for falling for her in the first place.

He thought back to the day he first met her and cursed himself for being so stupid; he should have never taken her with him. It was supposed to be a little fun, only that.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. He felt even more selfish for that, but Hayley was the best thing that happened to him in a long time; one of the best things that ever happened to him in his entire life, he’d bet.

He knew that, without Hayley, everything would be a thousand times worse, but he couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of her- not more than he already was, his subconscious reprimanded.

The thought of blaming her, of being angry because he could no longer think only of himself did not even cross his mind.

Who was his master, the Other or his love for Hayley? Yes, his feelings were beginning to be more of a torture than something to sustain him through the pain.

The trickster gritted his teeth, adjusting his hair to the best of his abilities. The sight of her door made his stomach flinch, and only a titanic effort saved him from retreat. He could have sworn he heard a voice in his ears, saying something about how she must mean much to him, if he was willing to put her needs before his.

A shudder ran down his spine; it wasn’t a voice but rather his own thoughts, that sounded more and more like the Other’s hissing each passing day.

No, he decided; what he felt for the feisty brunette was the only remaining beacon of light in his existence, and he had to protect it. Holding on to that conviction, the black-haired deity stepped inside the room without even knocking, taking on the coldest and most forbidding mask he could.

It proved to be a difficult task : the sight of the woman lying on his bed in a silver robe, snuggled against his pillow while she read a book almost did him in.

He harrumphed, effectively distracting her from the scribbles

<<Loki>> She called unenthusiastically, unawarely delivering a fatal blow to his already weak resistance. It was working: they were drifting apart.

Was it good or bad?

Not selfishness, but his anguish clung to the spunky female in desperation. Luckily, he was able to use that as a push in the right direction

<<Are you surprised to see me?>>

<<As a matter of fact I am>> She sighed, slamming the tome closed with a dull thud <<This visit is out of the normal schedule>>

<<You should no better than to question me>>

<> She shrugged.

He did not know how much of a lie that was, so the hurt he felt was real. Years of experience helped him turn it into anger.

With a grunt he stepped closer to her, yanking her against his chest before he slammed his lips against her. The woman basically melted in his embrace.

It made him think that maybe, just maybe, she liked him too.

That would be a huge problem.

But no, wait, his brain pointed out: if she felt for him even a fraction of what he felt for her, she would be fighting more.

More anger.

Yet, he did not manage to hate her. Not for making him love her nor for making him doubt everything he was.

He needed her, and the thought that he had to let her go tore him apart.

But he’d never let her know that.

He had one last time to enjoy her company, to try to make her understand what she was for him without actually telling her out loud. The rational part of him hoped she would not understand, never, but his heart screamed for her to help him, prayed that she would see right through his facade and help the soul that was withering inside. She did, a little, with her affection, but he needed more than that.

And he was forsaking any chance he had to ever obtain it.

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It happened a few hours later, when Hayley woke up a little too early for him to be gone. He could have used his powers, but weakness was taking over him and he chose not to.

Thus, the beautiful brunette caught him exactly when he was about to finish getting dressed; her reaction was everything he hoped for and nothing that he needed

<<So this is it, then>> She groused, glaring at him in the mirror he was looking himself into <>

<<You have bed and board; what do you want more?>>

<<Things you do not understand, apparently>> The woman hissed, reaching for her robe and swiftly wrapping it around herself <>

<<That’s surprisingly wise of you>>

<<Unlike anything else I’ve been doing lately>>

<<I’ll have you know I’ve been often called wise, and clever>>

<<Sneaky and mischievous more likely>> She hissed again

I wish you’d see who I really am

<>

<<Yes, the god of lies. Apparently one of the tasks that come with this title is to make innocent people believe in absurdities>>

<<Oh, I wouldn’t call you innocent, darling>>

Hayley grinned sardonically, snorting uncouthly

<<You’re right, I’m not>>

<<And it’s exactly because of me>> The demigod mocked her.

She grew angry

<<You’re right again. You took everything from me: my innocence, my life, my h->> She suddenly trailed off, and he froze.

Was she about to say heart? Do I want her to say heart?

No. I could not let her go if she loved me

<<My home>> She finished and he sighed in relief, but the nagging voice inside his mind told him it was not what she really meant.

He chose to ignore it as best as he could

<<You can leave, if you don’t want to be here>>

The atmosphere stilled suddenly.

Hayley was frozen, trying to find another meaning to the harsh words he’d just uttered.

Loki felt the deep pangs of guilt, but he couldn’t tell her the truth. He asked himself why she couldn’t see through his lies, and he was reminded that she was, after all, a human, with no magical power.

It was ironic, terribly so, how being a frail human being brought her safety, while his supernatural nature signified his death, yet there they were

<<You brought me here>>

<> Another huge lie that sounded so terribly convincing falling from his lips <<You are nothing more than a concubine, easily replaced>>

I didn’t know my powers included feeling true pain

Apparently they did, because as soon as he’d hissed those false insults a wave of agony washed over him; was it his or hers? He did not know anymore

Please, make her hate me. I won’t be able to let he go if there is even a small chance that she may feel something other than hatred for me

His plan seemed to be working. The glare in Hayley’s eyes grew more threatening than he’d ever expected from her, far more intimidating that he would have given her credit for

<<Fine. Since I’m so unwanted here, I will leave>>

<>

No, he wouldn’t. Not just because he couldn’t -given his “pact” with the Other and so on, but also because a small part of him was still calling out to her.

The brunette shrugged, glaring at him fiercely. The determination that oozed from her was impressive

<>

He snorted

<<I’m looking forward to see how you’ll be able to escape>>

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He hadn’t meant to make it sound like a challenge, but she apparently took it as such. During one of the experiments he and his soldiers, so to say, were conducting with the Tesseract to create a portal to the Earth, she somehow snuck up on them and ran through the passage before anyone could stop her, fighting off a few guards in the process.

Loki silently cried out in relief: she was free; she would be safe.

His heart, instead, cried out in pain

She’ll never want to speak to me, to be close to me… I’ll never see her again

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aaaa-mpersand · 4 years

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OCtober Day 8: Festival

thank you @oc-growth-and-development for the prompt! these are my funky little lesbians, in an arranged marriage au, having some fun at the celebration, hosted to end in one of them getting engaged to someone else. My characters are Calisto Oriyen and Adriana Oshiane. @statistical-improbabilities character, Pallas Galvan, is mentioned several time. Best friends to lovers, fake marriages, and some dancing. “Your highness.” With a bow that almost had her head touching the floor, Calisto extended a hand. “Could I interest you in a request for the first dance?”

The princess in question raised both of her dark brows, outlined in kohl to make them even sharper, yet despite the steady gaze and indifferent demeanor, it took only a moment more for her mouth to quirk into a smile. “I’ll have you know, I’m as good as a married woman.”

Calisto looked up, though her position remained as close to the floor as she could without lying down. “I’ll have you know, you’re too good to be married to any man in this room.”

Through her lashes, she could see the princess staring down at her. Her dress was a majesty––a deep royal blue with embroidered patterns all over––but it was only her face that Calisto had eyes for. The outline of her father was carved in her square jaw, high cheekbones, and oak-brown eyes, features that might’ve been more suited for a son. Her dark hair had been tied and braided into an elaborate bun, silver pins and glittering jewels shining through it like the night sky. Cal had never met Adriana’s mother, and neither had Adriana herself. Still, she couldn’t imagine another person with as keen a gaze and as careful a smile, much less a woman to inherit it from.

“Cal,” Adriana said, with patience, not moving a finger towards Cal’s outstretched hand. “I do mean it.”

“Your father’s trying to intimidate Pallas.” She tilted her head in mock contemplation. “And I reckon we have about two more minutes before people staring and pitying the cramp in my neck from standing like this.”

Adriana didn’t turn to see if what Calisto said was true. Cal had seen her watching them herself, waiting with her ever-sharp gaze. Still, she gave Cal her first real smile of the night. “Did you plan this?” “Your father’s been eyeing Pallas like a hawk all dinner, and I thought, why not?” Cal shrugged. “You’re going to marry him anyway.” With a careful gaze and a purposeful movement, she took Cal’s hand. “I suppose I am.”

Cal straightened, felt the strain in her back loosen. Melodramatics aside, she was almost starting to think that she’d get a hunch in her back sixty years too early, standing like that. Still, she made no indication of that as she sent Adriana a winning smile. Adriana merely rolled her eyes as she led Calisto onto the dance floor. It took the crowd about five minutes to realise they were dancing, and by then, it was five minutes too late. They both knew the dance well––six years at court, and it was still the only part of court courtesy that she happily took part in.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the emperor scowl as he glanced towards them, away from Pallas. Calisto let a wicked grin split over her face. Your insult, my pleasure, you old bastard.

“Are you going to sway there looking smug,” Adriana said, though her own smile was dripping in amusement as well, “Or are you going to dance with me?”

Cal’s grin only grew wider.

The first dance was always a cheerful one, meant to get young ladies and lords on their feet as fast as possible. As such, it was usually the least formal. (though, Cal thought wryly, that was equivalent to calling someone the ‘tallest dwarf.’) Adriana took the lead, and though the steps were more unfamiliar to her, she’d been at enough of these damned things to know the basics. Cal took the ladies role with ease, putting her own flair into the steps whenever things got too slow or repetitive. Her quick feet made quick footwork, and her one-sided cloak––short and the same color as Adriana’s dress––was a colorful flag in the wind as she twirled, skipped, leaned into Adriana’s steady weight.

She was breathing hard, beads of sweat starting to form on the base of her collar, but that didn’t stop her from sending Adriana an exaggerated pout. “I thought we were supposed to be dancing.”

Adriana rolled her eyes, and started going faster.

Cal felt the ripples around them. The partners around the, realising that their steps were out of time with the princess. The moment of panic: did I step wrong on that last phrase? She felt it spread around them like a tidal wave. The musicians began to speed up as well, not wanting to be out of time with the princess of all people, and everyone else was simply dragged along. This whole time, Calisto never took her eyes off Adriana, a genuine smile working its way onto her face as she kept up with Adriana’s pace. “You are horrible,” she said, no doubt noticing the same things that Cal did. Still, this wasn’t their first time at these damned court celebrations. “You adore it,” Cal shot back. With a hint of satisfaction, she noted that Adriana didn’t deny it. “If their old creaking legs get tired, they can always go sit down.”

“Your creaking legs, you mean?” Adriana replied innocently.

Cal flashed a grin. The next sequence was a twirl, and when Adriana pulled Cal’s back close to her chest, she leaned a little closer than absolutely necessary. In the breath space between, she whispered, “Was that a challenge?” “Maybe,” was Adriana’s smooth reply, right as she pulled Cal into the next sequence.

Going faster.

The dancing had Cal’s heart beating fast, but it was the playful spark in Adriana’s eyes and the teasing edge to her tone that made her heart flutter. For a moment, she thought back to how it had been before. They’d been too young for anyone to consider them anything other than friends. The times when Adriana wasn’t too worried or too tense to truly relax had never been common, but they used to come around more often. A simpler time. No talks of marriage, at least, even if everything else was still the same.

But as the steps went faster, and Cal’s breaths came just a hair quicker, she knew time waited for no one. Mourning what had been would get her nothing, and in truth, there was nothing to mourn about the person in front of her right now. Adriana had grown into her full height, standing as tall as her to-be-fiance, though she was still built like a bird. Her strong jaw had filled out, her gaze sharpened, her hands more sure, and though she still held her heart guarded as ever, Calisto knew her spot right beside it better than she knew herself.

Neither of them faltered in their steps, even once, though Calisto moved as quick and sure as outstretched flames, and Adriana as smooth as the dark ocean’s currents. Dancers around them peeled away one by one to rest their legs, or simply wanting nothing in the insanity of the musicians’ quickening pace, to match their princess’ feet.

“Tired, Riana?” Cal said, chest heaving now. “Thinking of that glass of wine you left on the table, perhaps?”

“Not at all.” Adriana said, but Cal could see her running out of breath as well, perhaps more so than Calisto. Though she had less steps and longer legs, Cal was made of lean muscle and years of physical training, while Adriana was built as if she had a bird’s hollow bones, a pallor made from spending late nights in the library. “Well, I am,” said Calisto cheerfully. Adriana let out a breathless laugh, surprised by the sudden honesty, the strain in her chest momentarily forgotten.

There were only a few couples left on the center of the floor, and Cal knew the musicians wouldn’t be dragging this song any longer, what with everyone’s unamused looks and the emperor’s patience being pushed to the limit. She saw Adriana’s gaze flicker to them, a moment of guilt in that ever-sharp gaze, but Cal pulled her back to attention with a small squeeze of her hand in Riana’s.

To hell with them, she thought, but didn’t say, This is ours. They’ll have the rest of forever to dance with partners that don’t even matter to them. “Just one dance, for us,” was what she said out loud, barely loud enough to hear over their steps on the floor. But Adriana nodded, and didn’t take her eyes off Cal. It was just them, now. She could see the sweat on Adriana’s brow, the warm breath from her lips. It only made the heat in Cal’s chest burn, feeling it all the way from her flushed cheeks to the tips of her fingers. Adriana’s piercing gaze only made her feel more bold, more sure. The rest of the room was a blur; only the feeling of Adriana’s hand in hers and their movements in perfect sync were present in her mind’s eye.

And then, with a final twirl and dip, the music ended.

Cal could’ve spent eons in that moment. Adriana’s flushed cheeks, stained red lips, their foreheads inches from touching. Silence.

No one clapped.

So Calisto stepped out of their embrace and bowed anyway, though her head brushed nowhere close to the floor. Adriana remained standing and sighed, but held onto one of her hands.

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“How are your legs?” Adriana asked cooly, pulling them away from the center of the floor as people began to drift back there in pairs.

Cal smirked. It had been nowhere near a workout, though Cal’s legs still strained slightly from a dance well enjoyed. “I’d worry more about yourself, Riana. You looked like you were about to faint when they ended the song. I would’ve had to catch you, and put your dearest Pallas to shame!”

“Thanks to you, I’m not going to have enough breath left to last me two steps into the next dance,” Adriana said, but the traces of her smile had yet to disappear from her voice and her face. “You’re the princess, Riana,” she said, in a silver-sweet tone she used only when teasing, “I’m sure no one would judge if your creaky legs were giving you tr–– hey!” Cal said, pulling her hand away as she felt the sting of Adriana pinching it.

“Play nice, Calisto,” she said, as she walked back towards Pallas, the man she would be engaged to by the end of the night. Cal knew it didn’t mean anything–from both Pallas’ words and Adriana’s–but that didn’t stop it from feeling like a bucket of cold water and a harsh reality check. A few minutes of respite, was all they’d managed to save for themselves. “Make sure to walk it off!” Cal called after Adriana, her grin never faltering. “Sitting down right after physical exertion is not good for your legs!” Adriana glanced back to smile at her as she left, and from the warm feeling that still burned in her chest, Cal knew those stolen minutes would be enough.

#oc-tober #my writing #my ocs #calisto oriyen #pallas galvan #adriana oshiane #arranged marriage au #adristo #funky little lesbians #lgbt romance

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daysswithyou · 7 years

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Sweetheart

Title: Sweetheart

Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC

Genre: fluff, slice of life

Words: 2.3k

Description: My little contribution to @mydayimagines October task, I hope all of you find this an enjoyable read!

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Stepping out of your quaint little apartment and onto the pavement, you loved the crunchy sounds of the leaves under your boots and you found yourself staring at the ground as you walked, admiring the brown and orange leaves that were a gift from autumn itself. The chilly October breeze that circled you whipped up your long tresses and caused you to wrap your red plaid scarf a little tighter around your neck.

Since the festive season was around the corner, you wanted to switch up your interior décor a little and you decided that candles would be a good start. Stepping into a shop that glowed warm orange, you greeted the familiar lady behind the counter and she smiled widely upon seeing her regular customer here. Walking down the aisles you knew so well, you began picking out the scented candles that you wanted. None of them really stuck to you except for a caramel brown one. It reminded you a warm hearth and sweet treats, giving you a sense of comfort. Just as you were about to turn around, a little girl came burst out of nowhere and had your legs trapped in her tiny hold as she embraced you with a hug. She had her faced buried in the fabric of your jeans but you could make out her next word clearly.

“Mummy!”

Instead of being flustered, warmth filled your heart at her cute mistake. Your maternal instincts kicked in and you gently stroked her silky brown hair but before you could say something to her, a man burst out from one of the aisle, apologising to you as he gently extricated the young girl from you.

“Sophia, that’s not mummy… let go of her now…”

Once he had gotten her in his arms again, he turned to you to apologise.

“Miss I’m really sorry about that, I’ll keep a better eye on this little one in future.”

“Oh no it’s alright! No harm done.”

You gave him a tiny smile to show your sincerity and he followed suit, giving you a shy, sweet smile as further apology. As you walked down the aisle towards the cashier, you decided that it was alright to say goodbye to Sophia and you bopped her nose, causing her to erupt in bubbly giggles.

Stepping out of the store, you didn’t manage to get far before the familiar weight crashed into you. Peering down, you found Sophia clinging on your legs like a koala and the same man from before ran up to you and simply looked upon the situation with a sign of defeat.

“She really likes you… so may I have the honour of bringing you out for some hot chocolate?”

You had opened your mouth to reply him but someone else had beaten you to it instead.

A muffled “Yesss~” came from Sophia, whom still had her face buried in your jeans.

Watching Sophia as she bounded towards the play area with the other kids, you focused your attention on the man in front of you. Dressed smartly in a maroon turtleneck and dark grey winter coat with his forehead exposed, he looked like he had just stepped out of the cover page of some business magazine but yet he exuded a family guy kind of vibe. Just based on his appearance, he was a man with dual charms and you were sure he had more charms to show. The more you looked at him, the more Sophia showed resemblance to him. They had almost the same facial feature, especially the smile. The only thing that was different was the eyes: she had bright, doe eyes but he had sharp, feline eyes. You assumed the young gentleman was Sophia’s father, which begs the next question – where is her mother?

Turning his attention back to you, he lapsed into an easy conversation with you.

“I apologise for her repeated actions. I can’t figure out why she thinks you are her mother.”

“It’s alright; sometimes there are just some things that children can see that we as adults can’t you know?”

“Perhaps you’re right. Despite caring for her for 3 years, I can’t seem to figure out how she works.”

“It must be a very happy 3 years for you and your wife. She’s such a lovely girl.”

Now, it was his turn to turn bright red.

“You’re mistaken… she’s not my daughter and I don’t have a wife. Sophia’s my sister’s little daughter.”

As the cogs in your brain slowly turned, you realised your grave mistake. Sophia was his niece, not his daughter.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. She looks so much like you I just made assumptions…”

“It’s fine, happens all the time. You get used to it.” He chuckled afterwards, making your embarrassment melt away a little. Sticking out his hand, he decided to introduce himself.

“Hi my name’s Brian.”

“Y/N. It was nice to meet you Brian”

After that fateful day, you had the entire weekend to yourself before your first day of work started at the day-care centre and for the third time in your life, the same familiar weight crashed into your feet.

Little Sophia was hugging your legs again and you looked up to see Brian looking upon the cute sight with surprise.

“Wow what a coincidence. Who’d have expected to see you here again?”

“I agree. But it’s good to see the both of you again.”

“Take care of her for me? I’ll be here to pick her up at 6pm. Bye Sophia!” But poor Brian got ignored by the little girl whom was still snuggling against your legs.

“She has abandoned me, whom cared for her for 3 years, for you, which she knew 3 days ago. Am I allowed to feel offended Y/N?”

He faked a look of mock hurt as he backed away from both of you and by now, you could hardly stifle your laughter at his poor attempt to be jealous. Before leaving, he waved goodbye, walking away with an air of purpose and disappearing swiftly from your sight.

Such daily occurrences would become a thing. It didn’t take long for you to officially become Sophia’s favourite teacher and very soon, you became her third favourite person right after her mom and Brian. The pair of them was gradually growing fond of you and Brain began finding more ways to ask you to spend time with them. He was glad to have Sophia as a cover; else his affection for you would have been too obvious. On working days, he would linger too long at the day-care centre to stall time in hope of getting to talk to you for that extra minute or two. So much so to the point that the kids were soon shipping the both of you; everytime you were talking to Brain, the kids will always peek out from behind the cupboards to catch a glimpse of their fairytale couple. The cheekier ones would give you drawings of you and Brian together. On weekends, he would ask you out by saying that Sophia wants to see you and you would gladly accept, thinking that it was only for Sophia and being completely oblivious to his affection. Yet each time he saw you with her, his love for you would only grow. You were so good with kids, and it was easy seeing how you would become a good mother in future. He wasn’t even going to lie: he wanted someone like you to be the mother of his kids. It’ll be even better if it was you. But he was an absolutely idiot when it comes to things like these, and he needed help desperately.

Meeting DAY6 was no coincidence, Brian had it all planned out. Whilst you were looking after Sophia in your house, Brian came over to pick the both of you before heading back to his place to meet them. Through the night, the boys did their best to find out more about you and by the end of it, you had gotten the seal of approval from all 4 of them. Jae, in particular, was getting extremely frustrated at Brian. It was so obvious that Brian wanted to make a move but he was still stalling. It was taking all of Jae’s willpower to not scream at the both of you to just get together already.

Pulling Brain to the kitchen, he launched a full blown lecture on him.

“Brian my man, just do it already!”

“Do what?”

“Confess! Ask her out! Actually do something except stare at her! Girls like her don’t lack admirers you know, don’t act fast and POOF the next thing you know she’s going to be taken.”

The thought of losing you to another man terrified Brian but he was still unsure about this whole thing.

“She might not see me that way Jae, and I don’t want to risk it all.”

“Oh come on! Don’t be a fool! She likes you too alright? Just take that leap of faith! Watching the two of you tonight is so suffocating, I need some real action! But whatever the case is, I know you wanted us to see her tonight to get to know her and I can safely say she’s the one. If it feels right now, go for it.”

After his last piece of solid advice, Jae left Brain with his own thoughts.

The ride back home that night was silent as always, both of you sitting comfortably in the silence. You had expected the same goodbye from Brian tonight but he decided to spice things up a little. Before you could step into your apartment, he stopped you.

“Y/N wait.”

“Hmm?”

Stepping up till your eye level, Brian searched your face a little before leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead.

“Good night Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

Afraid of your reaction, Brian quickly fled the scene, leaving you dumbfounded but feeling warm inside. The pressure of his lips lingered on your forehead the entire night, the sweet memory instantly bringing a smile to your lips.

Back in his own home, someone else was a nervous wreck. He needed to talk to someone and he decided to call the most dependable person on earth. Dialling that foreign number, he waited for the call to connect across borders before he could hear his sister’s voice over the phone.

“Younghyun? What made you call?”

“An emergency.”

“From your tone, that sounds about right. What happened?”

“I think I’m in love.”

“Oh, Y/N right? I’d have to say I saw that coming.”

“Wait, was I that obvious?”

“Little brother, I was once married. I know how to tell when someone is in love. Judging from the millions of photos and videos combined that you sent me, I can tell from your beaming face that you’re in love with her.”

“Ok geez you didn’t have to spell it out for me; but yes I do love her. Tell me what I should do; I am absolutely clueless in this department.”

“Think simple. Just go for it.”

“Wow thank you sister that was the most useful piece of advice I have ever heard.”

“Excuse you, how rude. But I’m serious. I haven’t even met her yet but I’m getting extremely good vibes from her. From what I can see, she is gentle and sweet, just like you are. If you really think she’s the one, go for it. How long are you planning to make her wait, a few more years? I hope not. Also, I’m fairly certain she has good feelings for you so drop the fear and just ask her to be yours for real. Besides, if Sophia likes her this much, she must be truly lovely. I trust my baby girl’s sense of judgement.”

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely sure. Younghyun, don’t overthink it. Be you and ask her in the most natural way possibly. Have faith and trust that she’ll say yes. I got to go for my meeting now so goodbye!”

He was left listening to the dial tone as he flopped onto his bed; battling with his feelings for a long time until courage finally won over. He then announced to no one in particular.

“I’ll ask her tomorrow.”

You thought it was just another normal movie night with Brian and Sophia when he called you over. Letting her indulge in her favourite Disney princesses, Brain led you out the balcony whilst clasping both your hands tightly in his.

“Y/N… I got to tell you something…”

You could tell that he was nervous, but you decided to not point that out. Instead, you tried to make him comfortable by using a gentle tone.

“Sure, I’m going to listen to what you have to say.”

Staring into your eyes with sincerity, he began his speech.

“Y/N, I’ve actually liked you for a long time now, a lot. Seeing you was like seeing my future. It was easy envisioning you with your own kids and it struck me then how much I wished your kids were mine too. It was then I knew that I loved you and it just kept deepening. You’ve seen all my sides, as raw and as honest as they can be. From here on I have nothing to hide from you and I’m certain that I want you to play a bigger role in my life. So what I’m saying is… will you be mine?”

“Of course, I’m actually glad you asked.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck as he breathed a sigh of relief, his hands found his way around your waist and you both embraced to the happy cheering of Sophia in the background. Of course, that little sweetheart would become your number one fans for the rest of your lives.

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insomniasix · 7 years

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Tragedia Coram Amandum Quae |Part V|

Words: 2357

OCs: Six Ulric , Morticia Blackwell , Sa’van Blacke , Valeo Vult (If I’ve done something wrong by Val please let me know! I love the character so much, I hope I did good ^^)

Warning: Swearing (As always)

Part IV

“You’re late.” Cor stated once I reached him at the Citadel entrance.

I looked at my watch before answering “It’s only 9:15.”

“You were supposed meet with Ignis at 9!” he huffed a laugh at my defensive mode. This feels good. It’s like what we used to be before. It’s good to know he’s still here. That he never left.

“Yeah, well, Ignis should know better. He cooked breakfast. I wasn’t gonna leave before eating his food.”

“I should have known.” He laughed.

“Is the king here?”

“Not yet.”

“And Morta?”

“The High Priestess is not here either. She will be coming with Valeo.” He answered when we turned the corner.

“So who’s the kid?” the name sure reminds me of something.

“Valeo Vult,” Cor started “the child of Candor and Aeviter Vuu Volt.”

Wait a minute “The White and Black Mages?” I was stunned to say the least.

“Yes.” Cor huffed a laugh at me. I had completely stopped walking, looking straight at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“Why does Valeo need our help?”

“I do not know.”

I thought about it for a second. Valeo was a known hunter, been through a lot even as a child. Kidnapped at a young age, scarred for life. Losing a sister. Sure, I feel for the kid but, does Valeo really need my help? Valeo is a godsdamned masterpiece all by herself!

“Huh.” I bit my lower lip as I started walking alongside Cor again.

We reached the barracks where Ignis and Prompto waited for us, already armed and ready for the blessing.

Ignis made his way to me, while Cor did the same with Prompto. He kissed the top of my head and the warmth of his lips game me life.

“Did you get my note?” he asked, his hand not leaving my lower back.

“Of course I did. You stuck it on my forehead while I was sleeping.” I laughed and he shared the notion.

“It was the only way to make sure you would see it.”

“You could have called. Even though it was the cooking that caught my nose.”

“Go get ready my love.” He kissed me again and somehow I forgot what I was saying “The High Priestess will be here soon.”

“Fine.” I sight, leaving his embrace and making my way to the weapon case. I caught a glimpse of Prompto, looking at me with the side of his eyes. Watching him, I never saw I’d actually reached the case, stumping my feet on it and swearing profoundly.

“Swear jar.” Ignis said simply, sipping some of his Ebony.

The look I gave him would have anyone running, but he acted as if he didn’t see me.

Alright, if that’s the way you wanna play it. I winked at Prompto and Cor as I answered, making it known that I was on to him looking at me like a creepo “With everything we did last night, you’re lucky we don’t have a sin tin.” I sad, calmly placing my sword in its place while Ignis chocked, turning to dart his eyes once at me and twice on the men across the room. I love it when I get him to blush.

“Good morning to all.” A familiar voice dropped my smile as I turned to face none other, but the King of Lucis, accompanied by his dick in charge, Clarus.

“It sure was one.” I muttered and my men made their way to me. Probably, in order for me to keep my mouth shut. Like that was gonna happen.

“What was that, Ulric?” Clarus barked at me.

“What are you doing here, Clarus?” I spined back, already getting pissed off by his presence “What we’re good enough for the King to push us around but he doesn’t trust himself to be alone around us, is that it?” I took a step closer; so did Cor, moving his hand to stand on his katana.

He might’ve been on my side, want me to leave and have a peaceful life; but the King was his duty. He would hesitate, but if need raised, he would strike me down.

“The King should not have to stand in the presence of a monster like you.” he said, almost under his breath. It was as if he didn’t wish for me to hear it. Clarus might be the only one of the Council with some spark in him. It was the only reason I ever respected him. But he got outta line.

“I’m the monster?” I breathed threateningly, moving even closer to him as he did the same “Perhaps you should speak to me softly, then. Monsters are dangerous,” he drew his sword, getting it in between us “and just now mouthy councilmen are dying like rats.”

Wasn’t too long before I realized what my words had risen around me. Everyone had their weapons at hand, ready to strike at each other. What took me by surprise was the people that stood at my side! I knew Ignis would have my back, no matter what but, Prompto was there too. Pointing his gun at the King’s men. And Cor; Cor was standing still. He probably knew the King was not the one drawing my attention.

“That would be enough.” Morta’s voice was heard from the entrance of the room and we all turned to look at her, taking a step back as the boys holstered their weapons.

Behind the High Enchantress stood Valeo, the young hunter stood proudly next to Morta. Valeo’s piercing dark brown eyes were staring right into my soul as I examined the scar on her face. It looked like it was cracking. Awesome!

“Six Ulric,” Morta turned her attention to me and I instantly raised my eyebrows at the sound of my name, looking at her like a puppy, expecting treats. She made a small pause before speaking again, her eyes examining every inch of my body “It is nice to see you again, child.”

That… was not what I expected to hear. Wow!

I composed myself quickly, closing my mouth and bowing my head slowly at her; silently thanking her.

“Your Majesty,” she said to the King “if you could be so kind as to put a leash on your councilman.”

Oh, wow! What? How was I supposed to hold back a laugh at that? Well, I didn’t; but I tried my damned hardest to do so.

“You have my apologies, High Priestess.” Clarus bowed his head at her.

“It is not I you should apologize to, Master Clarus. It is the ‘Monster’ you so despise.”

Ouch. Now, I know that’s not the way she means it –the whole ‘monster’ thing –but I kinna felt a pinch in my heart when the word left her mouth.

“My apologies, Lady Ulric.” Clarus was defeated. Getting scolded by the High Priestess was bad news; she was like a mom for the kingdom.

“It’s Scientia,” I corrected him “but, accepted.”

Clarus nodded at me before turning to step behind King Regis, whose smirk now reached up to his ears. Mocking your own friends now, Reggie?

“So,” I cut straight to the chase as I was itching to get out of the city walls “what’s the kid doing here?”

Valeo’s eyes darted on me, just as Morta’s dead-like eyes had too.

“Alexander is missing.” Valeo said simply.

Well, it speaks. But who the Hell is Alexander?

“Who –“

“It is of great importance, that you help Valeo retrieve Alexander.” Morta said, not caring much that she interrupted me “Once Alexander is safe, Valeo will return to Insomnia.”

“Alone?”

“I can take care of myself.” Valeo said, voice steady as our eyes met “Besides, Alexander and Kestrel will be accompanying me.”

“Valeo will also cover for the missing member of your company.” King Regis finally spoke.

“Who is still unknown?” Ignis stepped in, standing next to me.

“Do you know who it is?” I asked Prompto and Cor. The boy shrugged his shoulders and Cor looked at the King. What? Was it a secret or something?

“He wishes for his identity to be withheld, until he comes face to face with you.” the King said.

“What the fuck? Why?”

“Six, language, please.” Ignis pressed looking at Morta’s direction. The levels of respect he has for this woman cannot be accounted for.

“My apologies.” I looked at her and she huffed a smile at my insolence. She always was one of the few people to like it.

“You can ask him when he reaches you.” she said simply “Now, shall we start the blessing? You and I both have places to be.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Morticia went on and blessed us and our cause, to return victorious; something she did on every mission. I felt weird, being blessed again.

Once Morticia was done with her mambo jumbo blessing, Sa’van came in the room and run straight into me; hugging me tight.

She loosened her grip from around my shoulders and looked at me straight in the eyes as she passed a piece of paper in my hand, nodding for me to stay silent and keep the secret just for me.

I smiled up at her warmly, covering both our guilty features from the watchful eyes of the King and High Priestess; the latter seemed to know. Morta��s eyes never left mine as we walked out of the barracks, at the entrance of the Citadel.

“Are you ok?” Prompto moved closer to me as I raised my eyebrows at his question.

“Why were you looking at me like that before? Am I really that intimidating?” I laughed and he did the same, his cheeks getting a little pink tint as his eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

“No,” he kept a small smile on his face as he answered “you’re just…” Prompto turned to look at me “you’re just different than I imagined.”

“Oh, yeah? What did you imagine?” I laughed again, not ready of the answer that was to follow.

“Moonshine is indeed a m-“ he stopped before he finished the word but I knew what he meant to say.

Monster.

And he was correct. I… Moonshine… the Royal Assassin… Six Ulric… was indeed a monster. A well-crafted one too.

I sighed before taking a step forward but Prompto stopped me with his well-timed words.

“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t agree with what Master Clarus said.” His voice sounded like a puppies cry. Noctis; is he really that afraid of me? “I think…”

“You think what, kid? That I’m a good person?” I demented to know as I stepped back closer to him, Valeo and Ignis standing right behind us “That I’m worth fighting for?”

“I don’t know what you’re worth.” He stepped closer in a wave of braveness, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the passion, the rage. He believed in me, in a way I would probably never understand. I had just met him; yet he was so focused on what he said, believing every word. “You are not a monster. There’s good in you!”

I squinted my eyes at him, letting them travel to the entirety of his face; the light tint of pink was now a glowing red and there were… tears… in his eyes, threatening to fall. Why did he believe in his words so much?

“You don’t know me.” I whisper as I made my way back to Ignis, getting stopped mid-way once more.

“You haven’t seen it, have you?”

I stop dead on my tracks, a sigh leaving my lips as I turn my attention to the blond again “What?”

“The way everyone believes in you?”

I think my heart just stopped. What?

“The way he looks at you?” he pointed at Ignis, who was just staring up at us, unable to get in between our little fall out “We believe in you, because of who you are, because of what you lost and because you never give up!”

“Trust me kid, that,” I point towards him, pointing out his words “that is not –“

“True? Fair?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at me “Yeah, well. Moonshine might have been named the monster, but I know –as does everyone else in Your company –that it’s the puppeteer who’s supposed to take the blame. Not the puppet.”

“I’m nobody’s puppet, kid.” I turn around for the last time, determent to leave this useless conversation.

“Yeah,” he answered softly as Valeo moved to stand next to him “whatever. Stop calling me kid, you’re only a year older than me.”

“Whatever you say, kid.” I smirk at the huffed laugh that leaves his lips as I stand next to Ignis, watching the two move on ahead on their own “Look at them, so young and willing to die.”

“He’s right, my love. You do not have to live under the shadow of your alias.”

I lick my lips before nodding my head at him “Okay.” I didn’t even believe that.

I pressed my hand inside the front pocket of my pants, getting the piece of paper Sa’van gave me and reading it.

My dear Six,

Once you have Gladiolus, place him under the care of Mr. Argentum and the headhunter from Galahd.

Do not come back!

Six, I beg of you, take care of yourself and Ignis.

You two deserve the happiness this place will never provide.

I overheard Master Clarus saying something about a bounty. Though, I am not certain it was for you, I implore you to be careful of your actions.

Trust your company.

Trust in people, other than just your skills.

Be vigilant. Stay alive. Stay away.

Your friend, Sa’van Blacke of Insomnia.

I turn to look at the inside of the Citadel, for what felt like the last time.

I should heed her words.

A bounty? On my head? The King wouldn’t do that. Not now. Not before I have his precious son back.

And the headhunter? This smells like a trap.

None of this matters for now. Because from this moment on, I’m as free as I can be.

We’re finally leaving Insomnia!

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loriendragonqueen · 7 years

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“Guess What?!”

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Words: 5.832

Warnings: bad language; explicit;

Notes: This is the longest one-shot I’ve ever wrote. Also, sorry if there is any mistake, because I translated it quite fast. Hope you like it!

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"What happened, Ivar?" she asked a bit curious.

"Nothing!" he answered without taking his eyes off the floor, frowning as if embarrassed by something.

"Okay, so I'll ask one of your brothers ..." she simply said, rising from where she was.

"Why do you have to be so nosy? You do not have anything else to do?!" he retorted angrily, almost overflowing his usual anger.

"I have, but I was curious. You did not mistreat me or curse me today, I thought you were sick. You didn’t even call me 'filthy bastard' as you always do when you see me..." and she sat again.

"Leave me alone!" he said turning to the other side and giving her his backs.

"I'll leave you alone then, if that's what you want. And, by the way, today I am going back to my kingdom in the north, where the people don’t know about the nickname 'filthy bastard and opportunist' that you gave me. Oh, and I hope that Ragnar puts some sense and wit in your head or that the gods give you wisdom. And don’t take my simple gentleness as weakness, for I will still take Kattegat from the hands of your family, just as they did with my father, no matter how foolish, coward and useless he was!"

"Still mulling over what my father did to King Horik? The foolishness is a family thing..." he teased a little sadistic.

"Actually, Ragnar did me a great favor by killing him and his rightful heirs. It was a pity that he hadn't done the same to Erlendur at the time, but, still, may he remain dead. Now, what I really want is power, otherwise you could drink from Horik's skull that I wouldn’t even move a finger to defend his memory!" and she was on her feet again. "So, son of Ragnar, may the gods smile on your behalf even among so many sorrows that are to come!"

And she took two steps toward the exit.

"Oh, and don’t become attached to a mere slave. I see in her the same I see in everybody here and that disgusts me. Mediocrity is something that gives me loathing and makes me want to run as fast as possible to faraway!" and she left, finally, leaving the stupefied young man behind.

It had been some time since she had returned home where she was almost queen, not to mention years. Since her departure, she has conquered territories and enlarged her domains, progressing as a ruler as she has always planned. It was now the time to join the Great Heathen Army that would avenge Ragnar's cowardly death on the lands in the south.

"Bastard!" Ivar yelled when he saw her coming by the land mounted on her white mare.

"Crippled!" she said in the same tone used by the young lad, making his manipulator smile transform in a smile of rage.

"It has been a long time since you left. Did you tricked some fools to grow up in life while you were away?" he asked as coldly as he could, trying to ease his growing anger.

"In fact, I was handed the spoils of my father and brother, as well as his county and other lands. Of course, after a few severed tongues, severed heads, mutilated limbs, and more. Nothing that a little blood and fear can't handle..." and she got down from her mare feeling triumphant.

"And what about the boats? Did you get any, or do you plan to ride a horse until England?" and he straightened on the bench where he was.

"I didn’t have to. Boats were delivered to me after I conquered some land from the Russians. You know, kill the ruler and everyone loyal to him, offer a new way to conquer glory before the gods and the others... Sheeps are not usually very smart, in fact." and she laughed approaching him as she held the animal by the reins.

"Impressive, for a bastard, to conquer all of it. Really impressive!" he exclaimed in a mocking tone.

"And what about you? Do you plan to crawl up to the enemy and persuade him to bend down for you to hit him? Or did your hollow head thought on something beyond the cunts you can't have?" she said in the same tone.

He looked at her as if he were about to shoot her a hundred flaming arrows.

"What? My birds have ears. Or did you really thought that I would leave Kattegat without a spy behind? Don’t be such innocent, Ivar!" and she laughed in satisfaction.

"What did they tell you?" he asked between gritted teeth.

"They told me how you could not fuck that Paris toy you call slave. But personally, I think you scared her enough that nothing would flow properly!" she answered jokingly. "No one would be comfortable enough to fuck you while you keep all your angry wolf pose. No one but one or another!"

"I believe you feel worthy of such a feat, right?" he looked at her in anger, frowning even more.

"You don’t frighten me, Ivar, you don’t give me a shred of fear. There is nothing that you do to me, there is no pain that you provoke me that I haven’t already felt and habituated. Underneath these cloths there is nothing but scarred and patched bones!" and she opened her arms to show herself.

"You are a bit arrogant, aren't you? As if I would want to fuck you. You don’t make me desire you, bastard." and he smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Thrud then handed her mare to one of the servants and finally approached the young man, whose posture became alert.

"Then why I always saw you spying on me while my bath?" she whispered after getting close enough to be able to speak in his ear. "Or why I always caught you looking at me with your mouth slightly open during the training as the sweat ran down my skin enough to glue my clothes on my body?"

He held his breath and she noticed that he was shivering.

"See? I don’t even need to do anything but come close to you to watch your body react to my presence. You want me, you just don’t admit it..." and she moved so she could come face-to-face with the young man.

She saw him look bland and speechless, which made her smile. As a tease, she bit the air between a slight growl, letting a wink escape before she gone to meet the other rulers.

Thrud appeared with a somewhat triumphant entry. She wore her inseparable black bear skin as a sign of power and irrevocable status. Her walk was confident and her people seemed to idolize her, for, honoring the name she had, she was as furious and fearless as the Valkyrie herself. She was simply divine and mortal.

"Did you miss me?" she asked to the other heirs of Ragnar already inside the palace, where the festivities were taking place.

Surprised, but somehow pleased, the four men welcomed her with open arms in tight embraces. It was truly a surprise to see her so haughty and back to Kattegat, from where she had come out being less than an Earl in pursuit of claiming her rights and practicing her duties.

"Where are your men and women besides your ships?" Ubbe asked, handing her a mug full of ale.

"They will arrive in the morning and in time for the great sacrifice. Look for sails and black boats, with shields as bright as the sun around each one at the first ray of light. You will know then that the gods have reached and blessed your destiny!" and she laughed before taking a sip of her drink.

"Always in riddles, Horiksdottir..." the man retorted with a faint smile.

"That's where the grace lives. Loki himself wasn’t used to being straight in his speech, so why should I?" she smiled openly.

In the morning, as soon as the sun had risen, twenty large, all-black boats appeared on the horizon carrying shields reflecting the sunlight. Nearly two thousand men and women disembarked under the curious glances of that people who didn’t even know their origin. When they saw their ruler with open arms in the form of a welcome, they all knelt as a sign of loyalty, leaving the other people open-mouthed and unresponsive.

"Welcome!" she said, bowing in a sign of respect and they stood up.

Ragnar's heirs were stunned by the grandeur of that small army, the size of its individuals - giants and titanics, even the women.

Seeing the wide eyes of the hosts, the young lady then shouted:

"Who are you?"

And more than instantly, they answered in unison:

"Thrudbarn, Thrudbarn, Thrudbarn!”

"Who is the filthy, opportunistic bastard now, Ivar?" she asked the young man, now facing him, with a smile from ear to ear, one step closer to the mischief.

He remained silent.

"Speechless? That's new!" she mocked and then turned back to her little army. "Settle the camp behind that hill and you will find a little gift that I managed to get for you!"

And then they marched, after bowing, to obey the camouflaged orders of their near-queen.

"What's the gift?" Hvitserk asked curiously.

"Ten carts full of mead, wine and meat. A little treat to keep my people even more faithful to me!" she said after a slight laugh.

In the evening, before the banquet with the other commanders and rulers, Thrud joined her people and began to celebrate. She danced and sang, joking and fighting with whoever would be able to face the incarnated Valkyrie. Then, in her simple, rather worn-out dress, she simply gone to the meeting in the palace.

"Sorry for my possible delay. I always get lost among the celebrations of my people!" she said as she straightened her wild hair in a single braid.

"You haven’t lost anything. Come, sit by my side!" Ubbe said pointing to the vacant place beside him.

"Thank you, but do you mind if I sit right here by the door? I'm feeling quite hot!" and she pointed to the place at the other head of the large table.

"No problem!" and they both sat down.

As long as it was spoken, the heat of the drinks still flowed through Thrud's body, making her shine like the sun itself through all that darkness. Everything ran calmly, as expected, until one of the Earls, sat on the right side of the young woman, found the right to touch her.

"Keep your hand close to your body, or you'll know what Tyr felt when his hand was severed!" she said with raised chin, already closing the smile in her lips.

But the man, ignoring the warning, continued to stroke her thigh, pulling up her dress and clutching her flesh willingly. Feeling enraged, Thrud laughed incredulously and looked at each of the men, as if to say "this will be a beautiful show." Ivar watched everything in anticipation of seeing blood that night. And he would see.

Thrud smiled and gently touched the hand of the man who now was about to shamelessly reach her groin. She entwined her fingers in his as she stared at his face still smiling, whilst she brought his hand to the table and laid it flat on the wood. Believing that he had won her, the man let himself go and didn’t even notice that as she used her left hand to stroke his skin, her other hand had already taken the knife she always carried on her ankle.

"So insistent..." she smiled and took a deep breath without turning her gaze from the man's face.

And with a laugh, she planted the blade in the back of the man's hand with all her strength, nailing it to the wood so that the only solution he would find to get rid of it would be to cut his hand off. There was a general commotion when the man's cries began to fill the place.

Thrud then stood up ready to fight those who could attack her in the name of the bleeding man at her side. But no one had shown an interest in defending him, not under the sight of her sadistic look on him, pressing the knife down further. Ivar laughed at that moment, as did King Harald and his brother Halfdan.

"Enjoy your moments of god!" she said taking her mug and taking a sip. "Oh, and keep the knife. It's a gift!"

The young woman then left the palace and went to the hut nearby, which belonged to her.

In the middle of the night, while she slept peacefully, someone sneaked through her abode. Like a snake, he slipped close to the bed where he sat in a chair made of oak. Thrud woke up in alarm for he dropped her small image of Thor carved from wood that was on the side table.

"Fuck, Ivar, what are you doing here?" she asked, lowering the ax that she had grasped with fright.

"I thought you'd like to know what they did to Earl Borsson. Are you not curious?" and he picked up the figure from the floor.

"He lost half of his hand, didn’t he?" and she sat on her bed.

"How do you know?" he retorted with a small smile bordering the mischief.

"I took the caution to hit him horizontally, cutting off his tendons. Losing half of the hand was obvious!" and she laughed as she rubbed her eyes, still sleepy.

"You should have seen his face when they finally got the knife out. He cried like a little child!" he chuckled.

Thrud watched him for a few moments before she could speak again.

"And I believe you didn’t come here, now, just to tell me this. What do you want love?" she grinned.

"Oh, it was only now that they were able to detach Borsson from where you pinned him. I thought you'd like to know about it most readily." he said trying to show the innocence he never possessed.

"Why so helpful Ivar? What do you want, in fact?" she insisted suspiciously.

He remained silent.

"You wanted to see me, of course. After the blood splashed across my face, marking my white skin. His screams echoing through the room, my laughter... You got excited, didn’t you?" and she got on her knees and hands on her bed, wide awake.

He paled a little with the tone she used.

"I know Ivar, you want me." and she sit on her heels with her thighs apart, pulling up her sleeping garments high enough to almost show her intimacy, making her face more innocent, since she could do such a thing.

Ivar breathed deeply, almost in a sigh and without blinking.

"Or am I mistaken, and you just wanted to make me aware of all the pandemonium?" and she bit her lower lip trying to show doubt, looking down at him.

Thrud then got down from the bed and stood kneeling in front of the young man breathing with some difficulty. She touched his knees gently, dancing her fingers over the cloth. Then she decided to stand up high enough to come face to face with him, feeling his heavy, fast breathing, in a way, invade her face.

"You just need to ask, blue eyes, just ask!" she whispered, sliding her lips down his cheeks, as well as the tip of her nose, inhaling his musky, male essence.

The young woman reached his hands that were still, as made of stones on his lap, as if they were guarding something. She touched him gently, but passionately, entwining her fingers in his, tightening them, smoothing them.

"I... P... Please..." he tried to get the right words.

"Yes or no?" she almost touched their mouths.

"Yes..." he said as a sigh, closing his eyes in an attempt to hide his vulnerability.

Thrud smiled and then pressed her lips to his, guiding her hands to his face, holding him with a certain passion. The tips of her fingers trailed behind his ears as the palms of her hands warmed his flushed cheeks still so cold even with the blush.

"Do you trust me?" she asked after pausing the discreet kiss.

"Not even a little!" he laughed unobtrusively, opening his eyes and staring at all the inquiring brown of the woman's orbs at his feet.

"At least try tonight, then. You won’t regret it. Take this as a truce, a gift!" and she touched her forehead to his with a calm smile, now without malice.

"A gift like what you gave to Borsson?" he joked.

"No. I may even draw some blood from you, but believe me, if all goes well, who will be shouting before the dawn will be me!" and she laughed feeling the mischief taking care of her again.

Ivar opened his mouth still in a smile, as if he was not believing in what he just heard.

"So, you trust me?" she insisted kissing his lips quickly, trying to convince him.

"But what if..."

"I'm not a slave, Ivar, I'm not doing it obliged. I want to give you what just a few men have ever felt. I want to fuck with you for the rest of the night!" and she whispered that last sentence in a half new smile.

Ivar felt a shiver running down his spine and something inside him began to manifest.

"I want to see you fall apart on me..." she kissed his cheeks, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her chest on his.

The young man swallowed dry. Thrud was apparently ready to eat him alive.

"And so, blue eyes? Do you trust me or not?" she licked his lower lip in a seductive way, staring at the bottom of his soul.

He hesitated, but he nodded briefly, making the young woman smile openly.

Thrud took her right hand to his chin and let her fingers slip through his cheeks, squeezing his face with a certain force, smiling devilishly. Then she kissed him with some urgency, leaning over him and making him lean back in his chair. It was a deep kiss, where both tongues met and danced pleasantly, making the act of breathing become something optional between them.

"Not bad," she finally said, pulling away just a little so she could speak. "But I'd love to feel those big, strong hands on my ass, squeezing me. Don’t be shy..."

She slipped her hands over his arms, finally leading him to her bountiful butt, making him grab her flesh willingly - and he did, drawing a faint sigh of approval from her. He then, using his admirable strength, pulled her into his lap, which made her bite her lower lip and smile in a mean manner, separating her legs and leaving them wide enough to fit perfectly over him.

"Well ..." and she slipped her hands through the collar of his tunic, trailing her fingers over the soft skin of his back, over each tense muscle.

"What do you want me to do now?" he asked in a low tone, his voice reverberating in his chest and sounding like music to her ears.

"Guess what?!" she said with the most mischievous smile she had, as if her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Ivar slammed in one the butt cheeks between his hands with a certain force, which made a soft moan drop from her lips.

"Stronger..." and she laughed, squeezing his back.

And he obeyed, but he hadn’t been so successful, since she was still in her nightgown and the cotton had stopped the blow. Ivar, impatient, then rose his hands up the middle of her back until he reached the top of the dress so he could tear the halt in half. Thrud's smile remained unchanged.

Anyway, he spread both hands tightly over the white skin, leaving red marks, pulling a satisfying "ah" out of the woman's open mouth, feeling her nails scratch his skin. He smiled, finally embracing the mood that grew as one reacted to the other's acts.

Thrud kissed him with greed and he responded, now accustomed to the rhythm and sweet taste of her. She seemed hungry, thirsty for eating him whole. Then, between the passionate kiss, she took her hands to the hem of his tunic, ready to withdraw it without losing any more time. But to separate her mouth from his didn’t seem so easy, since he responded to her with the same intensity. It was when she, repeating what he had done, held it by the collar and ripped the cloth without any ceremony, making a growl escape from his mouth. She'd felt every muscle on his abdomen twitch at her touch and then relax.

"We should go to bed ..." she said breathlessly, trying to regain her senses. "Or else ..." and she leaned back securely by the hands now at her waist, curbing any eventual fall; and pulled her furs to the carpet made of sheep at the foot of the bed.

It became a kind of nest, but it seemed comfortable enough to receive the two bodies eager to explore further.

"Come!" and she leaned farther, enough to finally fall on the floor, pulling the young man over her, wrapping his waist with her legs.

"Oh ..." he murmured over her, finally ripping off both torn clothes and being able to see her completely naked.

She came out from under him, and before he protested, she smiled as if to say "wait a little" and stood up to light some candles and light the place that was partially lit only by the hearth.

"I want us to see everything!" she said unhurriedly, moving fluidly around the room, humming the tune of one of the songs she heard with her people.

The young woman danced just like the flames she placed on each candle scattered around the room. Her hips danced as she walked and moved according to the melody that flowed from her chest. Ivar mesmerized with that image, but he was even more surprised to see all those scars scattered all over her body, many of them deep. Even when she bathed, he had never noticed them all, even because he saw her hidden and aware of any possibility of being discovered by spying on her.

Thrud danced seducing him even more, not even averting her eyes from the crystalline immensity that restrained his gaze with a huge roaring and rising fire. It was when she decided to walk up to him, smiling, touching her right foot in the center of his chest, pressing him a little, but not enough to make him lie down as he lay on his elbows.

"Who do you think you are?" he asked, looking at her from beneath his eyebrows and with his usual wicked grin while touching the top of her foot with the fingers of his left hand.

"With luck, I'll be the one who did the cruel and scary Ivar The Boneless scream with pleasure for the rest of the night and for much of the morning!" she replied haughtily, biting her lower lip in the middle of a smile and wagging her eyebrows up and down.

The young man smiled.

"What about you to scream?" and he raised his fingers to her calf, squeezing her at the end.

"Hum, that depends on how well you're going to be!" and she smiled from the corner of her mouth.

Feeling that that was a kind of challenge, he pulled her down hard, making her fall with her legs apart and knee over him, turning their position and keeping her under his body, ready to take that mocking smirk from her lips.

Thrud kicked the chair behind them with one motion so that the object would not disturb them. Instantly, with the breach, Ivar snatched one of her discreet breasts, sucking it hard as he squeezed the other with his left hand in the same intensity. She moaned low, arching her back and making his actions even easier. He then bit her, making her grab his hair and pull them hard enough to make him drop her so she could admire the extremely foul smile on his lips.

"Oh, this is how you want it?" she asked as if she didn’t know the answer, slapping his face, laughing mischievously and waiting for his reaction.

Ivar bit his lower lip and, like a predator, bit her neck to the point of almost making her bleed. She moaned loudly, digging her nails into his shoulders in the same intensity.

"You taste so good ..." he said at her left ear.

"You have not really eaten me yet. I'm even better down there..." she replied in the same tone, ready to change positions with him.

In a fluid movement, she placed herself on top of him, pinning his hands above his head and kissing him again, moving her hips in circles right over his, feeling the growing bulge that was still inside those brown leather pants. He sighed.

"Do you want it? Or is the great Ivar too good to do such a feat?" she teased him with a chuckle at the end.

"You just have to ask..." he said defiantly, squeezing her thighs hard enough to make them purple.

"Oh, so it will be like this?" she asked, and he pulled her up, ready to make her bite her tongue.

He snatched her without any shame, making a shocked "Oh." jump from her lips.

"And you know what to do?" she continued in the same tone, being surprised by his exploratory tongue that touched her from her entrance to her sensitive spot that was getting more and more swollen with the stimulus.

"I heard stories..." and he continued to suck and lick her interspersed with pauses to make his speech. "Men boasting... For knowing... How to... Make their women... Cry out their names..."

"Oh, Ivar..." she groaned, holding onto her bed and trying to keep focused on those eyes that did not even deviate from her face, showing himself to be devilish in a way.

As much as he had no practice at all, his awkward, yet dedicated, movements were causing a knot to form and tighten within her as he continued to suck her so devoutly, paying special attention to the latent place that always made her moan gloriously as he worked his tongue around and over it.

Her breath became choppy and quick, causing him to feel her twitch above him, implying that that knot would break down at any moment. And, after a few more motions, she groaned willingly, pouring herself over him.

"Ivar..." she said in a high-pitched growl, clutching his hair, tossing her head back behind closed eyes as he continued to work on her.

He sucked her to the last drop, feeling the small explosions diminish in intensity as she calmed down.

"But what a surprise you are, huh?!" she said at the summit of her lust, licking her lips and looking at him as if he had woken up some kind of monster.

And in response, he bit her inside both thighs that still flanked his head, looking at her with the face he always did when various thoughts permeated his mind, leaving his inner demons free to do what they wanted.

"Did you know that I love it when you look this bad?" she bit her lower lip with him still between her legs, caressing his head.

He arched both brows as if to ask "Really?"

"I find you irresistible like that, when you look at me from below your lashes, snorting, as if you were going to attack me at any moment, punishing me whenever I confront you, for being extremely annoying and picking at your foot." she giggled.

"So, instead of fear, I make you desire me?" and he licked quickly between her lower lips, making her leap.

"From the first time I laid my eyes on you. It's okay that two or three of your brothers tried me, but I've always wanted to see you up close, to feel you whole in me..." and she sighed.

"Two or three? Whom?" and he frowned, almost pushing her back down so that she would fall.

"I'm not going to say it, anyways..." and she laughed teasing him.

And he pushed her as he sat down, making her lay her back on his lap; while still holding her thighs at the height of his face, leaving her with her bottom up.

"Whom?" he insisted, leaning her legs forward so he could have free access to her ass, hitting her and making her laugh.

He became angry and hit her harder.

"Oh, Ivar... Why would I tell you?" she provoked even more, almost giggling.

"Bjorn?" he asked with pursed lips.

"Maybe..." she smiled.

"Ubbe?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Who knows..." and she felt another hard slap, making her let out a slight "hum".

"Sigurd?" and he narrowed his eyes even more, frowning.

Thrud laughed harder.

"I have no interest in the golden curls, don’t worry!"

"And there's Hvitserk left..." he laughed out of the corner of his mouth.

When she heard the boy's name, she arched her right eyebrow and licked her lips, humidifying them with the meanest features she possessed.

"Well, well, well..." and he stamped her again, biting the back of her left thigh tightly whilst he stroked the other with his free hand.

Ivar had then held her legs together and lazily licked the full extent of her intimacy, tilting his head a little to the side to nibble lightly at all the flesh from there, pulling out a groan as she breathed in.

"Ivar, Ivar, Ivar... What am I going to do with you?!" she asked almost rhetorically, leaning to the side and emerging from the rather uncomfortable position she was in.

Thrud finally brought her hands to the straps that kept his pants in place. She needed to have him, to give him any and every kind of pleasure possible.

As she untied that piece of leather with one hand, with the other she tried to get rid of his boots - an even more complicated task, as he continued to explore her with his hands, clutching her breasts often. Then finally, after a little while, the young woman left him naked and realized that he was not yet fully ready. Embarrassed, he breathed deeply and closed his eyes, perhaps because he was angry with himself.

Without ceremony or warning, the she sucked the head of his dick without even holding it with her hands. She wanted to surprise him - and she did. He opened his eyes with a certain astonishment after a slight jump. Thrud smiled and then sucked a good part of him, sucking him without the help of her hands to keep him on its own.

"Whoa ..." he murmured with his mouth half open, leaning back and leaning on his elbows, struggling not to let his head fall back and lose eye contact with the brunette who looked at him with such longing.

After a few deep sucking, she let his member slide down her tongue and stand upright, hard enough to keep glued to his abdomen. She smiled in satisfaction, and then, just then, she slipped her fingers all the way through him, following each vein, ready to hold him properly.

"You..." he sighed, not quite sure what to say.

"I said I'm not a slave..." she whispered at his left ear, standing over him, which shivered whole.

Thrud sat on him after letting his length slide inside her, which made a long sigh and a groan come out of both mouths. With a sly smile, she started a slow ride, curling her hips with every climb and every descent, causing an inexplicable pleasure in Ivar, who only rested his hands on her thighs, feeling her to the fullest. She seemed to dance on him, holding him close with her arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the shallow, unrestrained breath invade her face and slide down her neck.

Her rhythm increased when he finally reached her ass and grabbed it hard, helping her up and down. And each time he hit her more deeply, pulling her down, she digged her nails even deeper into his skin, scratching him, losing herself even more in the moment.

"What... What do you think of... fucking me in your... Way now?" she asked breathlessly, and he laid her on the furs immediately, keeping the rhythm of the in and out.

The young woman then hugged his waist with her legs, crossing them high enough to maximize the reach of each thrust, making him strike her deeper and deeper, tearing out loud moans from her, making her scratch her back like a natural reflex.

The rhythm, after a short time, had become frantic and almost brutal with him hitting her very end. The moans were loud coming from both mouths, and neither of them even cared if they could bother the neighbors, or whoever came by would eventually listen to them.

Thrud came first, feeling the electric spasms flow through her body and making her scream the name of the one who kept his movements almost unstoppable.

"Oh, Ivar..." she said almost breathless, still being stimulated; which made her orgasm last longer.

The young man fucked her until his body finally reached its apex and his seed was poured into her, which still seemed to enjoy between a few loud cries and groans.

"Arght," he breathed, gasp, slowing down until he finally stopped and kept himself inside her, falling and sticking their sweaty bodies into each other.

"By the gods, Ivar ..." was just what she had managed to say as he nestled into the curve of her neck, gasping for breath with a huge smile on his lips.

"You are delicious!" he said with shallow breath, nipping her skin softly with his teeth.

"And you should fuck me more after our little rest. I have never felt this way before. Never!" and she smirked sliding her fingers through his thick hair, pulling it to make him look at her.

"What a hunger... I like that!" and he bit her lower lip, grinning.

"This is just the beginning. I bet you are as hungry as I am. You don't even know how great you are, how delicious, how heavenly your touch is... I could fuck with you for days in a row!" she sighed at the end feeling her body burning for him again.

"We can do that... Now... Because, somehow, I am still hard." he whispered, what made her entire body shiver.

"I think that this little truce will be glorious!" she said and the whole ritual begun again, but with different movements, sounds and pace.

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Seeking Multi-Muse Para Partner

About Me: My name is Marissa and I have been role playing for 10 years. I am a 26 year old female living in the United States.

Style: I write in multi-muse 3rd person para format with (up to) 5x5 OC muses between the ages of 18-30 depending on plot/subject matter.

Time: CST

Availability: Afternoons-Evenings (I don't work in the summer). If I am not responding promptly, I tend to let my partners know why / how long I will be out.

RP Mediums: Discord, Tumblr (I will create a private side-blog for this plot and ask that you do the same), Skype, and Email.

Preferences: I prefer to play male muses, but I like to play up to 1 female muse for balance. My muses are typically heterosexual but I can be flexible. I dislike purple-prose. I enjoy angst and drama most of all, and tend to create drama between my muses. I enjoy playing antagonists.

Characters: My male characterizations are flexible to my para partners as I like to build muses from the ground up, tailoring them to the plot design that has been chosen. The only character I have that is inflexible is my female muse, as I rarely have muse to create other female muses and she works well for the plot I am seeking. (link to muse bio)

Plot: The plot will follow the lives of wealthy Manhattan socialites with OCs nodding specifically to the Gossip Girl series minus Gossip Girl herself. This plot is generally flexible since character bios / story line is most important.

Limits: I am comfortable with smut but I avoid it as much as possible since it is time consuming, especially with multiple muses. I have no triggers, but I will not RP gore or go into graphic detail regarding sexual violence.

Rules: RP partners must be 18+, preferably female (flexible). Partners must indicate age, and triggers / limits.

Disclaimers: Heavy references to drugs / substance use will be present, along with a possibility for violence / intimate partner violence, infidelity, suicide, mention of sexual violence, weapons, prostitution, and strong language.

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“I’m really sorry. I tried to get here as fast as I could.” Walter told Cassidy once again. He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm around her small waist. “But I got you a present.” The teenager whispered secretively, not intent to give it to her until the party was over.

Slade caught Alexis looking at him and he gave her a flirtatious wink. The two had hardly spoken in over a month. It was no secret that Alexis wasn’t speaking to him any longer. After almost a year of dating she decided that their relationship simply wasn’t worth the extra baggage that was Slade’s temper. He watched as she walked off toward the bar, grinning at the little swing in her hips and wondering if she did that on purpose. A few conversations later Slade found himself gravitating toward her, leaning casually against the bar and asking for a glass of Cognac. “You’re not good at pretending, you know that.” He told her. “You’re a worse liar than Walter, but I’m not quite as dense as poor Cassidy.” He tutted, accepting his drink from the bartender and taking a thoughtful sip. “Poor Cassidy. She really is clueless, isn’t she? I mean she invited me.” He shrugged, clearly mocking Alexis for treating him like some dangerous pariah.

Realizing they were now alone, Cassidy relaxed into Walters embrace. She sighed softly and nodded as he once again apologized. While it hadn’t been the best start to the night, she was intent on the ending being great. He was here now, and so perhaps that plan could be set into motion. For already her mood was picking up - and the mention of a present only caused her to perk up further within his arms. ❝You didn’t have to get me anything! But what is it?❞ Cassidy couldn’t help it. Curiosity would be the death of her, but she bounced upon the balls of her feet anyways and gazed up at him with wide eyes and a smile. All traces of her former worry and anger forgotten in an instant. Now it felt more like her birthday.

Where the HELL was Paris? She had been at the bar earlier, and Alexis KNEW the older girl wouldn’t have ducked out. Not yet at least. The group loved Cassidy - and therefore they’d stick around as long as she wanted them to. So perhaps she was out on the balcony smoking out some poor kid who thought they could get the best of her. Alexis had ordered a second drink - or was it her third - before she decided it was time to find her dark haired friend, but she didn’t quite get that far. Not when Slade slid up besides her with that damned smirk upon his face. Shoulders instantly deflated and the red head sighs. No use in running away. ❝No bodies a worse liar then Walt. And Cass see’s it … at least some of the time. She just loves the poor bastard too much to do anything about it. ❞ Alexis’ brows furrowed slightly as she lifted her glass towards her lips, sipping quietly for a moment before defending her friend - after all, it wasn’t long ago that she had been much like the blonde, and it didn’t sit well with her to hear what he had to say. ❝ She invited you because SHE likes you. And she’s convinced your not an asshole. So why don’t you try and prove her right huh? I for one would LOVE to see that.❞

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Walter argued. He kissed his girlfriend’s forehead before pulling back and reaching for another class of champagne from a passing waiter. He took a more dignified sip than the last one, intent on behaving for Cassidy’s sake. “Your parents aren’t home, right? I was thinking I could stay the night.” He suggested. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay over when her parents weren’t home. There was something eerie about staying in such a big apartment on ones own, but that didn’t mean the two were experimenting. Up to now, even considering how long the two had been together, Cassidy had not yet agreed to have sex with him. “We can have our own celebration later. Eat leftover cake, and watch a movie?” Walter suggested. “Anything you wanna watch. Even those sappy ones.”

Alexis obviously wasn’t ready to get back together. Slade did his best to convince her that breaking up with him was a hasty and unwise decision, but to no avail. His hand rested on the small of her back, a gesture that felt natural when they were dating. “I’m not acting like an asshole.” He argued with a shake of his head and a cocky smile. The male glanced around Cassidy’s living room, observing those in attendance and leaning in close so that only she would hear him. “So just out of curiosity, how many of the guys in here have you already wrapped your legs around since we quit dating?” His hand moved from her back to her hip, pulling her against his side. Slade took another sip of his Cognac. “You know I get jealous.”

❝FINE. I’ll wait.❞ Cheeks puff out dramatically as Cassidy claims defeat, but a smile soon reclaims her features. She doesn’t really mind waiting - just so long as everyone’s having fun. Eyes sweep the room and she spots Slade just as he reaches out towards Alexis and that smile only grows. Even after Alexis had once tried to explain it, the blonde never really understood the pairs break up. And as she noticed her friend NOT pull away instantly, there was hope for something there. Her attention is brought back to Walter however soon after, as his question is made aloud and she nods. ❝Yeah, they’re gone all weekend. Wanted me to have fun without them hovering I guess. I’d like that. Are you sure you wanna give me that kind of power though? You DO know I own the notebook on DVD right? You really wanna not give an input?❞ Cassidy chuckles softly as she toys with the boys tie, and she feels at ease here. In his arms, surrounded by friends.

❝I beg to differ.❞ It’s a simple retort. One that she had planned on expanding, before his hand pressed itself onto her back gently. As if they were still together - still lovers. Alexis frowns, but for some reason finds herself not pulling away. For it HAD felt natural, and as much as she wished it didn’t any more, that simply wasn’t the case. Though as he lent in and whispered his far too personal question, the teen tenses on the spot. ❝That is NONE of your business Slade. I don’t care what you think you don’t own me.❞ And with that, her free hand reaches downward to grip at his wrist. She doesn’t want to make a scene, so the warning only reaches her eyes for the moment. ❝And you DON’T get to touch me anymore without permission.❞

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