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elryuse · 2 days ago

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Hot Springs Escapades

Viviz Umji X Male Reader

Tags : Hot Spring, Teasing, Swimming Sex, Camping, Cuddling, Sex, Creampies, Lovey n Dovey

Words : 3,447 Words

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the forest trail. You and Umji had been hiking for hours, the crisp mountain air filling your lungs with every step. The path was narrow, winding through towering pines and clusters of wildflowers. You adjusted the straps of your backpack, feeling the weight of the supplies you’d packed for the trip. Umji walked ahead of you, her ponytail swishing with every step, her laughter echoing through the trees as she pointed out a squirrel darting up a trunk.

“Come on,” she called over her shoulder, her voice teasing. “You’re falling behind already!”

You grinned, speeding up to catch her. “I’m carrying most of the gear, you know. Cut me some slack.”

Umji turned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached out, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward. “Excuses, excuses. Maybe I’ll just have to—” She stopped mid-sentence, her gaze locking onto something ahead. Her grip on your hand tightened. “Oh. My. God.”

You followed her line of sight, and there it was—a hot spring, nestled in a clearing just off the trail. The water shimmered in the fading sunlight, steam rising gently from its surface. The natural pool was surrounded by smooth rocks and moss, perfectly secluded.

“We’re taking a dip,” she declared, already slipping off her backpack and tossing it to the ground.

“Wait, Umji, we’re in the middle of a hike,” you protested, though the sight of the hot spring was undeniably tempting.

She turned to you, her lips curving into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. “And? You’re telling me you don’t want to relax in that perfectly warm water? Come on, live a little.”

Before you could argue, she was already peeling off her shirt, revealing a sleek, dark swimsuit underneath that hugged her curves in all the right places. Your mouth went dry as she stepped closer, her fingers trailing down your chest as she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. “Or… is there something else you’re worried about?”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “Umji…”

She laughed softly, the sound low and sultry, before stepping back and slipping off her shorts. She stood before you, confident and breathtaking, the straps of her swimsuit framing her shoulders in a way that made it impossible to look away. She reached for your hand again, her touch firm as she pulled you toward the water. “Come on. The water’s perfect.”

You hesitated for only a moment before shedding your own clothes, leaving them in a pile on the rocks. The air was cool against your skin, but the promise of the hot spring’s warmth was too enticing to resist. Umji stepped in first, the water lapping at her legs as she waded in deeper. She turned, her eyes locking onto yours, a playful smile playing on her lips.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there?”

You followed her, the hot water enveloping you as you stepped in. The heat was immediate, soothing your muscles and drawing a low groan from your lips. Umji giggled, swimming closer until she was right in front of you. The water rippled around her, and she reached up, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face.

“Better?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Much,” you admitted, your eyes drifting over her. The steam rose around her, making her look almost ethereal.

Umji’s smile widened, and she stepped closer, her arms sliding around your neck. “Good,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a teasing, barely-there kiss. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you leaned in, capturing her lips in a deeper, more urgent kiss. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as her body pressed against yours. The water seemed to boil around you, the heat between you both becoming unbearable.

Umji broke the kiss, her breathing ragged as she looked up at you. Her eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks flushed. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

You didn’t respond with words, instead dipping your head to kiss her again, your hands sliding down her back to grip her waist. She moaned softly, the sound muffled against your lips as her body arched into yours.

Her hands trailed down your chest, her fingers lingering over your abs before sliding lower. You tensed as her hand brushed against your length, already hard and aching for her. She looked up at you, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

“You’re already so worked up,” she teased, her hand wrapping around you.

You groaned, your head falling back as she began to stroke you slowly, her touch firm and deliberate. The water rippled around you as she moved closer, her free hand sliding up your chest to rest over your heart.

“Umji…” you gasped, your hands gripping her hips.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck as she whispered, “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you breathed, your voice ragged. “I want you.”

She smiled against your skin before nipping gently at your neck, her hand still moving over you with practiced ease. You groaned, your fingers digging into her hips as the pleasure built within you.

“Good,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

She pulled back slightly, her hand leaving you as she tugged at the straps of her swimsuit. The fabric slid down her body, revealing her perfect, bare skin. She stepped closer, her body pressing against yours as she wrapped her legs around your waist.

You groaned, your hands gripping her thighs as she positioned herself above you. She looked down at you, her eyes dark with need, as she slowly lowered herself onto you. You both moaned in unison as she sheathed you completely, her walls tight and warm around you.

Umji’s head fell back, a gasp escaping her lips as she began to move, her hips rolling against yours. The water sloshed around you, the heat of the spring nothing compared to the fire burning between you.

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rocked against you.

You groaned, your hands gripping her hips as you thrust up to meet her. She cried out, her body trembling as she rode you, her movements becoming more erratic.

“Umji…” you gasped, your voice hoarse.

She leaned in, her lips crashing against yours in a desperate kiss. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours as she moaned softly. You thrust up into her again, drawing a cry from her lips as her nails scraped down your back.

The pleasure was overwhelming, building within you with every thrust. Umji’s movements became frantic, her body trembling with the force of her climax. She cried out, her walls tightening around you as she came, her body convulsing against yours.

You groaned, your own release crashing over you as you spilled into her, your body shuddering with the force of it. Umji collapsed against you, her breathing ragged as she buried her face in your neck.

The water lapped gently around you as you both caught your breath, the heat of the spring soothing your exhausted bodies. Umji lifted her head, her eyes meeting yours as she smiled softly.

“That was…” she began, her voice trembling.

“Yeah,” you agreed, your voice rough.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. “Let’s do that again.”

You groaned, your body already responding to her words as she shifted above you. “Umji, you’re going to kill me.”

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she moved to straddle you once more. “Then what a way to go.”

Her lips crashed against yours as she began to move again, the water rippling around you as the heat between you reignited. You groaned, your hands gripping her thighs as she rode you, her moans filling the air as you both lost yourselves in the pleasure once more.

“Fuck, Umji…” you gasped, your body trembling as she rocked against you.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

And with that, she began to move faster, her nails digging into your shoulders as she moaned your name, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. You groaned, your hands gripping her hips as you thrust up into her, the pleasure building within you once more.

“Umji…” you gasped, your voice hoarse.

She leaned in, her lips crashing against yours in a desperate kiss as she rode you, her body trembling with the force of her climax. You groaned, your own release crashing over you as you spilled into her, your body shuddering with the force of it.

As you both caught your breath, Umji leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

“Again,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Umji, I—” you began, but she cut you off with a kiss, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Again,” she repeated, her voice firm. And with that, she began to move once more, the water rippling around you as the heat between you reignited.

The heat of the spring pressed against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning between you and Umji. Her hands were on your chest, her nails lightly scratching as she moved with a rhythm that made your head spin. Her breath came in short, uneven bursts, her lips parted as she moaned softly, each sound sending a jolt of electricity straight through you.

“Again,” she had said, and now she was taking control, her hips grinding against yours with a force that made your vision blur. The water sloshed around you, the steam rising in tendrils that wrapped around your bodies like a lover’s embrace.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a growl, you gripped her hips and lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist. Her eyes widened in surprise, but then she grinned, that mischievous spark returning as she bit her lower lip.

“Oh, you’re in charge now?” she teased, her voice dripping with playfulness. But her words were cut short as you thrust into her, the force of it making her gasp, her head falling back as a moan escaped her lips.

She clung to you, her arms wrapping around your neck as you moved, each thrust deeper than the last. The water around you churned, the heat of the spring nothing compared to the inferno between you. Umji’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into your back as she tried to pull you closer, as if she could somehow erase the space between you.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t. Your hands moved to her ass, gripping her firmly as you continued to thrust, each movement making her cry out. The sound of her pleasure was like music, driving you wild, making you push harder, faster. Her body tightened around you, her legs trembling as she edged closer to her climax.

And then, with a sharp slap, your hand came down on her ass, the sound echoing in the small clearing. Umji’s eyes flew open, her lips parting in shock before a grin spread across her face.

“Naughty,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “Do it again.”

You obliged, your hand coming down again, and then once more, each slap making her moan louder, her body arching into yours. Her nails dug deeper into your skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the edge.

“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “So close.”

You could feel it too, the tension building in your body, the heat coiling in your core. With one last thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, your release crashing over you like a wave. Umji’s body clenched around you, her own climax hitting her hard, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of the water as she trembled in your arms.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, clinging to each other as the water calmed around you. Umji’s head rested on your shoulder, her breath warm against your skin as she tried to catch her breath.

“That,” she said finally, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction, “was incredible.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound low and deep as you held her closer. “You’re incredible,” you replied, your voice rough with emotion.

She looked up at you, her eyes filled with something that made your heart skip a beat. “I love you,” she said simply, her voice steady despite everything.

“I love you too,” you replied, the words leaving your lips before you could even think about them.

Umji smiled, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the passion that had consumed you both moments before. She pulled back, her eyes searching yours before she grinned again.

“But don’t think this is over,” she said, her voice teasing. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she kissed you again, her hands moving to your shoulders as she pushed you back, your body sinking into the warm water. Her lips moved down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she left a trail of kisses that made your breath hitch.

“Umji,” you murmured, your voice thick with desire.

She looked up at you, her eyes dark with need. “Let me take care of you this time,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

You didn’t argue. How could you? Your hands found her hips, holding her steady as she moved, her body sliding against yours in a way that made your head spin. Her hands moved down your chest, her fingers tracing the lines of your muscles before she took you in her hand, her touch making you groan.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “Lost in me. Completely mine.”

You couldn’t respond. Words were beyond you as she moved, her body taking you in, inch by inch, until you were buried inside her once more. Her hips rolled against yours, her movements slow and deliberate, each one driving you closer to the edge.

“Umji,” you groaned, your hands gripping her hips as you tried to hold on.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours as she whispered, “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And you did. With a cry, you came, your body shuddering as your release washed over you. Umji’s body clenched around you, her own climax hitting her hard, her cries of pleasure mingling with yours as she trembled in your arms.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, clinging to each other as the water calmed around you. Umji’s head rested on your chest, her breath warm against your skin as she tried to catch her breath.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice rough with emotion.

The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot as you and Umji continued your hike. The air was thick with the scent of earth and pine, and the soft hum of the wilderness surrounded you. Umji walked ahead, her steps light and confident, her long hair swaying with every movement. She turned back to flash you a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Come on, slowpoke!” she teased, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “We’re almost there!”

You chuckled, picking up your pace to catch up with her. The path ahead opened up to a small clearing, a spot perfect for setting up camp. The view was breathtaking—rolling hills stretched out before you, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun began its descent. Umji clapped her hands in delight, her enthusiasm infectious.

“This is it!” she exclaimed, spinning around to face you. “We’re setting up here.”

You nodded, helping her unpack the tent from your backpack. The two of you worked in sync, the familiarity of each other’s movements making the task effortless. Umji hummed a soft tune as she secured the tent poles, her voice blending harmoniously with the sounds of nature. The tent was soon up, a cozy haven nestled in the heart of the forest.

Just as you finished, the first drops of rain began to fall. They were soft at first, a gentle patter against the leaves above. But within moments, the downpour intensified, the rain coming down in sheets. Umji grabbed your hand, pulling you into the tent with a laugh.

“Looks like we’re staying in!” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

The interior of the tent was warm and inviting, the large sleeping bag spread out on the floor. Umji wasted no time, slipping out of her damp clothes and into the sleeping bag, her movements fluid and graceful. She patted the space beside her, giving you a playful smirk.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she teased, her voice low and sultry.

You quickly joined her, the warmth of the sleeping bag enveloping you as you settled in beside her. Umji snuggled close, her body pressed against yours, her skin warm and soft. The sound of the rain outside created a soothing backdrop, a rhythmic lullaby that seemed to heighten the intimacy of the moment.

Umji tilted her head up, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Her hands traced gentle patterns along your back, her touch sending shivers down your spine. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with yours, a silent invitation in her gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your voice filled with admiration.

Umji’s cheeks flushed, a rare moment of bashfulness breaking through her usual confidence. She smiled, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. “And you’re so sweet,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.

Her lips found yours again, this time with more urgency, more passion. The kiss deepened, your tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Umji’s hands explored your body, her touch igniting a fire within you. You reciprocated, your fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin driving you wild.

The heat between you grew, the desire impossible to ignore. Umji’s breath hitched as you trailed kisses down her neck, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly. She let out a soft moan, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through you.

“I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands found the hem of her underwear, your fingers slipping beneath the fabric to explore her wetness. Umji gasped, her hips arching into your touch as you teased her, your fingers working their magic. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure.

“Please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”

You obliged, positioning yourself between her legs. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, allowing her to feel every inch of you. Umji’s eyes fluttered shut, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as you filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you closer, deeper.

The rhythm was slow at first, a gentle rocking that allowed you both to savor the connection. But soon, the pace quickened, the intensity building with each thrust. Umji’s nails dug into your back, her moans growing louder, more desperate. You could feel her climax building, her body tightening around you as she neared the edge.

“Come with me,” she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, clinging to each other as the storm raged outside. Umji’s head rested on your chest, her breath warm against your skin as she tried to catch her breath.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice rough with emotion.

But Umji wasn’t done yet. She turned to face you, her eyes dark with desire. “Again,” she demanded, her voice firm. “I need you again.”

You didn’t argue. The passion between you was insatiable as you lost yourselves in each other once more.

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valeriehalla · 2 days ago

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CURSE/KISS/CUTE - “Name of the Helper, Part I” - Scene One is now up on Patreon!

in which the thing happens to Nathan Small.

#cursekisscute #update

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carawenfiction · 2 days ago

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I hope this isn't a bother. I know you aren't accepting asks anymore, so please ignore if you don't want to read 🙂

I love your story. It was my second IF ever, and it helped set the tone because it's amazing. I am so glad you wrote it. I truly love your characters. I know you aren't writing it anymore, but if you ever want to post any details from the rewrite or just random snippets, they would be devoured. I love all of the romances, but Quaiel was especially intriguing. I would love to write stories about them, but I don't want to be too far off your original thinking.

Again, please don't feel like you have to respond or care about any of this. I just appreciate your book and all your characters. I hope you have a lovely holiday season. Thank you for all your hard work.

Hello again everyone <3 thank you for this ask and all the other asks expressing concern about my well-being and asking me about potential other writing projects. And thank you to those who have sent me enthusiastic asks about the world and characters of TSS. I know it's been a long time since I was active here so the fact that I'm still getting messages and asks at all is pretty shocking to me, but makes me very happy.

I wanted to make an update here and let those who still follow me know that I'm actually in the process of writing a new IF. It has a published demo, though I won't reveal the title just yet since I want to get some more of it done before sharing it with everyone here. I feel incredibly guilty about the state I left TSS in even though I knew it was the right decision for me, and I want to make sure that I've got more to show for this new project to regain some trust that might have been lost with the long time waiting and then the cancellation.

As for TSS: while it won't be continued, the story and characters have stayed with me through the years. The reason I haven't released any snippets or my planning for how things would go is because I've been considering, if I've got enough time, to maybe rewrite the story at my own pace (it would be a very thorough rewrite and many things both storywise and characterwise would likely change), make it a complete story instead of a trilogy and release it for free. I'm still not making any promises, though - this is a very huge maybe. But it's something I would really like to do when and if there's a good opportunity to do so.

Absolutely feel free to write stories about Q and any of the other characters! I'd love to read them if you do. Part of what I love when it comes to writing is how the creativity of one person can ignite creative sparks in other people. It's honestly magical.

Take care of yourselves and thank you for sticking around <3

#the shadow society #tss #interactive fiction #if #update #writing update

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boygirlz · 1 day ago

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quiet, solitary, does not mean safe.

alone does not mean peace, it means silence.

It means no one will show up for you when you need it most.

Isolating during times like this is deadly to you & your loved ones.

Do not give in to the despair.

Do not give in to the calm & alone & accept this as peace.

I don’t have the energy to show up like I used to. I only find peace in isolation.

#update

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magmagicstyle · 3 days ago

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DRESS (A)

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Ehm… Death? Poor Valentina?

Pairings: male!reader x The Volturi kings.

Slumbering with you in front of the mirror, fingertips of crimson.

Your hand suddenly showed weakness and covered your lips.

I made a promise to you that day.

Now it's just the two of us, no more memories.

The gorgeous and dimly lit halls of the Volturi Castle carried an air of solemnity and danger. It was as if a predator was ready to attack at any second… which, after thinking about it for a few seconds, wasn’t too far from reality. In the grand throne room, Aro, Caius, Marcus, and you sat upon your elevated thrones, the kings' expressions unreadable but their sole presence was commanding.

You, on the other hand, were simply... bored. So bored that you silently wished for anything remotely interesting to happen. As if the universe had heard your plea, the silence was broken by the faint sound of approaching footsteps—Valentina, the new human secretary of your mates, cautiously making her way forward. Valentina was pretty and quiet as a mouse, which was perfect since the sole reason why she had been chosen for the job was her beauty and obedience to the kings. Of course, now her beauty was being tainted by her harsh actions, her hands were trembling to the point the delicately designed envelope she carried was shaking in her hold and her steps were clumsy and rash, the heels of her shoes making unpleasant noises against the floor.

The candlelight flickered as she stepped closer, her hands trembling as she held out a silver tray with an ornate envelope resting on top. The details glimmering softly as Valentina handed it to Aro. Your mate’s pale and slender fingers brushed the edges of the paper as he accepted it with a peculiar and a bit unnerving smile. You sighed, already knowing this wasn’t going to be the distraction you had hoped for. After all, Aro’s smile was obviously fake… The amusement didn’t even reach his crimson eyes. You hated that smile—the one he faked so well, masking whatever real thoughts lurked beneath.

“What do we have here?” Aro mused, his voice smooth as silk but edged with amusement.

Valentina swallowed hard, clearly aware of the weight of her position. “An invitation, Master Aro,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You shifted in your seat, watching as he opened the envelope with care, sliding the card out and carefully inspecting its contents.. The wax seal bore an emblem you recognized instantly—the Cullens. You were able to glance at the invitation over Aro’s shoulder and… you had to give it to them, the Cullens had always been meticulous in their presentation and aesthetic, and this was no exception. Still, your stomach twisted slightly, though you forced yourself to remain expressionless.

“Ah,” Aro murmured, his voice as soft and smooth as always, though an undertone of curiosity laced his words... that was new. Your mate’s lips curved into a faint smile as he read the words silently. “Edward and Bella…” Aro said in a breathy whisper. “It appears our dear friends in Forks have something to celebrate.” He added, looking at his brothers and you from his seat.

Caius scoffed from his throne, his irritation barely contained. “What nonsense have they devised this time?”

Aro’s crimson eyes scanned the paper, and a slow, almost amused chuckle left his lips. “A wedding… how delightful!”

Silence stretched across the room. Marcus, ever the quiet observer, barely reacted. You, however, felt something cold settle in your chest.

Edward.

Of course, it was fucking Edward.

You leaned back, folding your arms as Aro passed the invitation between his fingers. He didn’t look at you, but you knew he was aware of the storm brewing beneath your calm facade. Was it with the Cullens and being unable to follow simple instructions? Seriously, it was quite predictable at this point. Tell the Cullens to follow a rule or do something, they’ll ignore it and try to avoid the consequences of their actions.

Caius’ piercing eyes narrowed at the card in Aro’s hands and then looked at his brother with distaste. “Delightful? No, Aro, this is a declaration, a way to announce her future union even if she’s still a human… This-” he motioned angrily towards the card and opened his mouth to continue but found his disdain too strong to continue.

“This is a way of mocking the Volturi, my king… they are mocking us for giving them another chance and they are making it obvious by daring to invite us to this union…” You finished, expression twisting with anger.

Marcus, looking at your and Caius’ anger, and Aro’s amusement, decided to be the voice of calmness, trying to help you relax. He glanced disinterestedly at the card before closing his eyes for a second. “This hardly changes something…” He murmured, voice barely above a whisper, hoping to help to relax the tension in the room.

Aro tilted his head, his expression thoughtful as his eyes flickered between the card in his hands and your mates and yourself. “Ah, but it gives us an insight into their plans… doesn’t it?” he said, his tone playful, though it carried an edge of something dangerous, something you couldn’t quite place just yet. Seeing you stretching your hand towards him, he handed the invitation to you, letting you snatch it with a bit of irritation.

“Do they truly believe they can ignore our authority this way?” Caius snarled, voice dripping with anger and venom.

“Love, you know the Cullens… as usual, they think their happy union absolves them of their obligations and responsibilities…” You said towards Caius, trying to decide if you were feeling angry over their disregard of the rules or if, at this point, you were bored of how predictable they were.

Aro rose slowly from his throne, his graceful movements echoing centuries of refinement and control. His expression turned contemplative as he turned around and glanced at his brothers and you. “Let us not act rashly…” He started, showing a smile that hid a sharp edge. “There is still time to see if the Cullens uphold their word… After all, the turning of Bella could be the same night of the wedding or even before the ceremony… And well, if they do not comply with the rules…” Finally, Aro’s eyes showed the playful and dangerous gleam that promised a dark future for the Cullens. “Then we shall remind them of the cost of defiance.”

It seemed that his words placated Caius’ anger, because your strong mate showed a sharp smile and relaxed in his throne for a second before standing up. Marcus, letting out a sigh, also got out of his throne and offered you his hand, helping you up. The four of you started to leave the room, strides regal and silent against the marble floors.

Behind your group, Valentina, the human secretary, stood frozen in her place, eyes wide and darting nervously around the chamber. She had done her job, while clumsily, and delivered the invitation as instructed, but now she remained a trembling mortal among the immortal predators in the room. Valentina was a good secretary, you liked her a bit, sadly, your mates weren’t so fond of her and with her being the one to deliver not so pleasant news… Well.

Aro’s voice, soft but chilling, drifted back to the room while the group was walking out. “Dispose of her,” he said, not even looking at the human woman inside, almost as an afterthought.

Your gaze snapped to her just in time to see her knees buckle. The tray clattered to the floor, and before she could even process what was happening, the Volturi guards emerged from the shadows of the room - silent, efficient, dangerous, and utterly devoid of any sight of mercy, gripping her arms in an unyielding hold.

Aro tutted, stepping toward her with a slow, almost gentle movement. “Dear Valentina,” he murmured, “such fragile creatures, humans.”

Valentina trembled violently, her pleading eyes darting between you and the kings, begging for something—mercy, perhaps. But you remained still, knowing how these things played out. There was no saving her. Your mates, unlike you, didn’t spare her another glance. Sure, her fate was sealed from the moment she entered the room with that invitation, but still, you would look at her and do your best to remember the poor girl that had lived a couple of months among you.

“You have served well,” Aro continued, “but you’ve seen too much.”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

Aro’s smile returned, warm and deceptive. “Don’t worry, dear one. This will be quick.”

And after those words, she barely had time to let out a choked gasp before she was whisked away to an adjoining chamber, where the pile of lifeless bodies of her predecessors awaited. The last thing you saw was her tear-filled eyes while the guards took her away.

You would save her if you could, but even as the kings’ mate, you could never deny or defy their authority, not in front of the other vampires… to do so, it would make your mates look as weak and unreliable, and that wasn’t something they could afford.

The room fell silent once more, the faint scent of Valentina’s blood lingering in the air, and with that, you turned around and followed the kings out of the room. While walking, you kept listening to the murmurs of your mates’ discussion in the distance, their soft and velvety voices echoing faintly through the cold, stone corridos. Now, the question lingered, what would the Cullens do next?

I'll listen to boring songs and stare out the window

I'll put on a dress and I'll dance for you.

Tell me if I'm mad.

Someday the wind will carry me away.

Now we're two people I can't remember

In the breathtaking halls of the Volturi castle, every step taken by Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and Esme resonated with a mixture of trepidation and resolution. Bella, Edward and Alice weren’t there, not willing to risk putting Bella in front of the Kings again, especially not after the horrible situation they were subjected to before. Besides, Alice wanted Bella to concentrate on her future wedding, the little vampire had managed to take control of all the planning, but she was still trying to get the human to be more involved. After all, this was the end of her life like she knew it and the start of the new life she had dreamed of for so long. In the castle, the atmosphere was thick with the weight of impending revelation and request, as well as clung to the air as they approached the thrones where the formidable triumvirate of Aro, Caius, and Marcus sat in judgement, you, sitting by their side, waited the right moment to attack. You knew that the Cullens would do something stupid. In fact, you expected it. You were almost begging them to give you the chance to put them in their place.

As the Olympic coven advanced towards the throne room, the ghosts of past events hovered over them like spectres. The memory of Edward's betrayal and foolish actions, as well as Bella’s reckless behaviour, made a fissure in their familial bond, and it loomed large in their collective consciousness. After all, even if they were part of the same family, there were moments when they didn’t support or like Edward’s decisions. It was in that moment that they remembered the burden of concealing the harsh truth from you, that they remembered how they broke the heart of one of their own and in consequence, pushed you away with their indifference and careless actions. It was in their blindness that they hurt you in ways they couldn’t begin to comprehend and it was that what gnawed at their conscience, forming a silent undercurrent beneath their outward composure.

The vampires of the Olympic coven entered the grand chamber, or the room of judgement -as some liked to call it- where the three Kings and you awaited with keen scrutiny. It was under their harsh and bloodied eyes that the Cullens couldn't escape the echo of their past actions. Still, Aro, always the good and charismatic host, greeted them with a polite smile, though a flicker of a mischievous gleam danced in his eyes.

"Welcome Carlisle, my dear friend, I see that you brought part of your family…" Aro's velvety voice resonated, masking a subtle wariness. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Carlisle, always willing to act like the paragon of reason and compassion, stepped forward, trying to show his demeanour as poised yet respectful. "Aro… my lords, we have come to inform you of a significant development among our family members," he began, his gaze briefly meeting those of Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie, who shared the weight of this revelation. They weren’t sure if this was the right course of action, knowing how changing and hidden Aro’s emotions could be, this news could work in their favour or against them. Sure, Marcus was there to be the voice of reason, the king being one of the most compassionate and disinterested in the actions of his fellow vampires, but, Caius was also there, the king being prone to anger and violent reactions, the news could irk him and in consequence, he would push the turning date for Bella closer to the present, something they were trying to avoid… and you… Sure, legally you didn’t have any power just yet. Still, the kings were willing to hear your opinions and usually accepted your judgement over different situations, so if you decided to get rightful revenge, nobody could ensure the Cullen's safety.

Rosalie, uncharacteristically direct, stepped into the spotlight with a hint of defiance in her voice. Sure, she didn’t want to be there, not wanting to help Edward ruin a girl’s life by turning her into the monster they were, but still, she couldn’t find in herself to be quiet and just let the kings toy with her family. "Edward and Bella are planning to marry," she declared, her eyes betraying a glimmer of frustration at the idea of the impending wedding. She didn’t support this marriage, not only because she hated the idea of Bella giving up her youth, life and capacity of having children for a lonely and cold life as a monster always running and never having a normal relationship, but because she hated how Edward had broken your heart, just to chase after a teenager.

The mention of Bella's name drew a subtle disapproval from Marcus, the usually impassive expression on his face showing a flicker of discomfort. Sure, he was the calmest of his brothers and he usually never cared too much for anything but that had changed with your arrival to the castle, he was more involved now, more caring and well, even if he wanted to hide it, he got angry now, especially when it was related to someone that hurt you. So, he, understanding the pain that Bella's involvement had caused you, was a bit upset about hearing about the girl’s life. Not only that, but he was aware of the fact that your pain was only adding another layer of complexity to an already intricate situation.

Caius, with his penetrating eyes and composed demeanour, regarded them intently. "Yes… we received the invitation… what does this have to do with us?" he inquired with an arched brow, a hint of scepticism lacing his words. He didn’t care for a wedding, he was just thinking about the fact that Bella was still human and that the Cullens had less time to follow their ruling. He also knew that behind Aro’s playful smile and Marcus’ lack of interest, they were a bit annoyed by the fact that the Cullens seemed to be doing whatever they wanted. Especially after you so kindly offered them the chance to redeem themselves. The Cullens were being reckless, acting like they could do anything and be free of any type of punishment. Sure, Carlisle was an old friend and that gave him certain liberties that not every vampire was entitled to but that wasn’t an excuse to act like he owned the place.

Carlisle took -an unnecessary, but more emotional than anything- deep breath, a sense of responsibility guiding his words. "My lords, Bella's transformation has been scheduled, and, as you know, the wedding is set to take place soon," he explained. "We understand the implications of our actions and the consequences they bear… but we wanted to ask for more time."

As soon as you heard Carlisle’s words you couldn’t help but seethe with anger. How dare they? How could they be so shameless to ask for more chances after the special treatment that the Vulturi had given them until now? Not only that but it felt almost like a joke, choosing the date set as a limit for Bella’s transformation as the wedding date. It felt like a way to mock the Vulturi. You couldn’t help but let out a soft unhappy sound. It was really quiet, but still, it pushed the Cullens to look at you with apprehension.

Our smile remained gorgeous but his eyes betrayed a clean of dysplasia well you can never lie with your eyes so it was obvious that he wasn't pleased with the reasons behind this reunion. “ you don't realize that you're behind schedule correct?” he reminded Carlisle and the other Cullens. it was obvious that Arrow was quite satisfied being the one making that question. “ you promised that Bella was going to be turned in a year and now it would be longer than what we agreed originally…”

You lifted your hand and looked at your former family. If you didn't know them you will be confused and maybe even shocked… But you knew them do you understand the way they thought and they try to change the rules every time they didn't get what they wanted so you can help but feel resentful and angry. Sure! You were also a bit proud of their audacity. After all, no other vampire family would dare to ask for a second chance or try to change the rules that the Vulturi had previously established.

Still, the pride could disappear, the anger, on the other side… Oh, the anger stayed present.. how dare they? How could they come here, asking for an extension without even considering the political ramifications of what they were asking from the kings and you? “I must say that we are quite surprised by the fact that you invited us to a ceremony that is going to be on the same date we agreed for young Bella's transformation… huh, it’s funny, right?”

You made a pause almost letting your words sink the mind of the people that were around you. “ it's almost like you are trying to portray the idea that we are accepting this Union between a vampire and a human it's almost like you're trying to make it seem like you are winning some type of internal war between our covens…” you showed a sharp smirk towards the Cullens. “ even though there's no conflict we made a rule we reach an agreement between our families and accepted but now you want to change everything so, it's quite funny that you are trying to push us to make exactly what you wanted from the start…”

Emmet’s jaw tightened, showing his tension. Your teddy bear of an older brother was clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. Still, he was trying to help his father and Edward. Always the one willing to face any danger to protect his family. “We are aware of the timing…” He answered, and even if he was supposed to be talking to the kings, he didn’t stop looking directly into your eyes.

“We are also aware that we are asking for much, still, please understand, we faced some unexpected issues that stopped the preparations for Bella’s turning… That’s why we came here to ask for more time now that everything has returned to normal… We will follow the instructions given before, but… please… we are just asking for a couple of months just a couple of months they will have the ceremony they will get married and on their honeymoon, Bella is going to be turned into a vampire.”

Jasper, your poor brother, the empathetic soul among the Cullens. You didn’t feel any resentment against him, you knew that he was desperate to be accepted by the Cullens and that he always thought himself weak because he was the newest member of the coven. It was clear that Jasper endeavoured to appeal to the king’s sense of understanding, to try to make them look like simple victims of the circumstances. “Please, we have come here to ask for your mercy and comprehension, we are just asking for a couple of months just a couple of months they will have the ceremony they will get married and on their honeymoon, Bella is going to be turned into a vampire…”

The air in the throne room grew thick with the weight of unspoken words. They were asking for more time, for a second chance. It was obvious that the emotional fallout between you and the Cullens was something Carlisle and Edward didn’t think would affect this request. It was obvious that they didn’t realise the pull and power you had on your mates.

Fools.

Why am I like the wind, like the clouds

Why don't I have wings that float to the sky?

Like the stars, like the moon, that wrap everything in their embrace

Like the stars, like the moon, that encompass everything…

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devilishmango · 2 days ago

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The Story of Sin [UPDATE 2/25/2025]

Play the demo here. Main post here

Hey guys!

We’re back once more! Chapter 13 is here!

In this chapter, you…

Get a weird feeling

Find some sort of “center”

Have a small altercation with a demon!!

Be reunited with a friend!!

Said friend has something very important to tell you

Get a weird feeling… Again.

A few things:

I’m thinking that the last public chapter I will be uploading will be chapter 15! So, you guys get 2 more chapters. :) As of right now, SoS is looking to be about 25ish chapters- although that may change as I finish writing the story. I’m projecting about 200k words for a single playthrough, although that will also vary depending on a big choice you make near the end of the story.

There’s a code error somewhere that I haven’t found yet that affects the area you get these strange wounds. I personally haven’t ran into this error, it always works fine for me… But if you are having this issue, just know that I am currently trying to figure out where it’s going wrong haha I will hopefully have it fixed by next update!

Anyway, that’s all for now! I’ll see you guys next month!

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 93,256 -> 99,343 [+6,087]

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alfredosauce50 · 2 days ago

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These are the birthday headcanons for one of oldest fans and Patrons. It has a theme and plot, so it’ll be quite different than usual, having been heavily inspired by Night at the Museum and my Viking AU.

I hope you enjoy this, Tullah 😝

Viking Denmark in the modern world

After being thrown a thousand years into the future, he tries to make sense of the strange new world he’s in, and it’s nothing like Kattegat. More importantly, he goes searching for you, and by some astronomical chance, he finds you. But you’re not the same person he remembers, and you don’t recognize him at all.

Mathias had always told you having you in one life wasn’t enough. That he’d want to find you again in the next, then the one after that until the end of time. But now that the opportunity presents itself, would he even be able to have you?

Content warning: Brief NSFW and violence. R18+ only.

Origins

Mathias can trace his predicament back to his expedition to North America. He carelessly picks up a tribe’s religious relic, not realizing that it will grant his deepest desires. Having you in the next life, wherever — and whenever — that takes him. He goes to sleep, not knowing that upon waking up, he wouldn’t be in the same place, nor the same year. Instead, he opens his eyes and finds himself on a hard bench in Central Park in the company of pigeons. He sits up squinting from the sun, wondering what the hell just happened.

He’s not in America anymore, or at least, not the America he knows. There’s no natives, everyone is wearing strange clothing, and the concrete jungle is a bit nauseating. The buildings are so tall that they’re touching the sky, and there are self-driving carriages carrying people in them! To say he’s overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of a modern city would be an understatement. But his first priority isn’t to figure out where he is, or when he is for that matter. It’s to look for you.

You’re waiting at a bus stop when he lays eyes on you, and time stops. He enters a realm beyond it, like everything just disappeared but you and him. Nothing matters anymore, not the strange world or era he was in, for you were here. He found you in this place, making this place his. He can barely describe the elation coursing through his body as he runs up to you, eyes wide and heart racing. But when Mathias takes your arms and speaks frantically over you, smile growing, you pull away from him as if he were nothing but a stranger.

“Let go!” You push him, much to his confusion.

“What are you talking about? It’s me!” Mathias talks excitedly, not quite registering the fear marring your expression. He comes for you again, laughing as he pulls you into a tight embrace. With your feet off the ground, you start squirming in his arms, frightened out of your wits. “I’m so glad to see you. I thought I’d never see you again! But really, what is this place?”

“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what you’re talking about, so could you leave me alone?” You try to pull away from his unrelenting hold on your shoulders. It’s only when passerby take notice of the situation do you have any hope of freeing yourself. They surround him and give him trouble, shoving him back to give you the chance to flee. “You’re crazy!”

You manage to get onboard while leaving him behind, but Mathias chases after your bus like a furious bride left at the altar. And the way he runs is terrifying. He’s charging after you like a bull, following you street after street for an ungodly amount of time before you eventually lose him. One part of you is relieved that you just escaped a maniac who was likely having a mental health episode, but another part of you is wondering that if by some slim chance that everything he said was justified, who on Earth was this guy?

Taking him under your wing

It takes while before you see him again, but even longer before he convinces you to want anything to do with him. You’ll bump into him in the city where he’s sticking out like a sore thumb, still in the clothes he came in, and when that happens, he’ll chase you desperately for a conversation. Luckily, even he can’t quite master the bustling chaos of New York, let alone outrun a moving car. “Wait, just give me a chance to explain, please. I’m not crazy—” He begs as you get into a cab, to where you just yell, “—just stay away from me!”

After a few more chance encounters, you start to feel sorry for him. He clearly needs your help, and what finally changes your heart is seeing him live in a homeless encampment roasting pigeons so he can eat them. Mathias even offers you one, leading you to believe that he doesn’t mean any harm, but is otherwise very mentally disturbed. “I’m gonna get you some help, okay? Don’t make me regret it.” You tell him, leading the man out of the alleyway and to your car. He jogs after you with a relieved grin going, “I promise you won’t.”

He gets fascinated by everything in your house. The furniture, the kitchen appliances, running water, everything. But that also means you need to teach him how to function in the world as it is. How to use cutlery, the phone, public transport. Good thing is that he’s intelligent and adaptable, so he’ll get the hang of everything in a week. His social mannerisms, however, still need a lot of tweaking. The way he talks to strangers can be passive-aggressive, and he stares a lot. People in New York are like nobody he’s ever seen, and he won’t hesitate to point it out to you all the time.

“What are you doing with your fingers?” He frowns, watching his taxi driver rub his fingertips together.

“I was asking for a tip,” They grin.

“What is a tip?” Mathias asks, his accent and foreign background now more jarring than ever.

“You know, when you think I did a good job and you feel like paying me a little extra for it?” The man says sheepishly, hoping to get lucky with who was clearly a rich tourist. “Just common courtesy around here.”

“But you did not do a good job.” He leans back.

You’re tempted to think he’s a runaway from a mental hospital. And one that’s suffering from delusions that he’s a Viking who time-traveled to present day America as he keeps talking about it. To make things worse, he doesn’t have any form of ID, and you’re hesitant to take him to the cops. You decide to keep him at home while you figure this out, hoping that he’d be gone in a few days. “What can I do to convince you I’m not mad?” Mathias sighs, to where you smile, “You’ll think of something. But it’d probably take a miracle.”

He comes onto you. Mathias has always been an incredibly affectionate husband, and by today’s standards, maybe even too forthcoming to the point of it being problematic. So it’s a given that something will happen eventually. While you’re in the kitchen chopping up vegetables, he’ll wrap around you from behind and press his face to yours — much to your protest. “Stop that, Mat. We’re not like that.” But he just grumbles and stays put, expression hardening as he presses even harder. “Of course we are. You’re my wife.”

He tries to kiss you all the time. With his mouth open and tongue is ready for you, he’s quite the menace when he’s in the mood for some love. You obviously respond by pushing him away, sometimes to the point of shoving him so hard that he stumbles back and plummets onto the bed. Mathias will just sigh and look to the side, a little disheartened, but after a moment of waiting for you to let your guard down, he’ll shoot up like nothing and go back to you to try again. After all, he’s faced your refusal of his advances before.

“Mat, I have a boyfriend. He won’t take kindly to you doing things like this.” You shoot him a heated look.

“Boyfriend?” He laughs breathily over you, pressing his forehead to yours gingerly. “What is a boyfriend?”

Interestingly, Mathias is not that bothered by the fact that you have someone. A boyfriend sounds like nothing compared to what he is. To him, it’s more like playful competition that he can’t take seriously. He’s just that sure of your love for him. It’s only if your ‘boyfriend’ tried anything in front of him that he’d lose his mind, which, fortunately hasn’t happened yet. In the end, he’d probably need you to break the spell and to return home, so if he isn’t able to have you, you’re stuck with him forever anyway. Not that he’s complaining.

You can’t grasp the magnitude of his feelings, nor what it truly means to be his. How could you? You’ve never met the man in your life, but he’s known you for all of his. It’s unsettling how sure he is about you, as well as how comfortable he is around you. He won’t always put in an effort to be decent in the house even when you tell him to, even to the point of being naked. Nudity is no big deal to a Viking, so imagine how he’d feel about being told off by you — his spouse. “What’s the matter, kæreste? Never seen a real man before?”

To remedy this imbalance, he tells you about all the memories he’s made with you. And the way he talks about you is as if he really knows you. Mathias is aware of so many things that would otherwise be impossible without you telling him, such as your habits, likes, dislikes, and the way you think. It’s mesmerizing and magical, just as if he was your lover from a past life. It’s crazy how well he gets on with you, and your chemistry with him is so natural, you start to wonder if you could really love him the way he always says you do.

“I won’t put dill in this. It won’t be the same but you don’t like the taste,” He murmurs as he works in the kitchen. He’s making salmon with a cream sauce, and all you can think about is that he somehow picked up on something you’ve never mentioned.

“How did you know I don’t like dill?” You lift your eyes to him quickly, gaze softening out of pure wonder.

“How could I not?” He smiles gently before returning to the stove. It’s only been a week, and he’s already mastered cooking. “I haven’t been lying to you, eskler. I’ve known you ever since we were children.”

At night, he’ll leave the guest room you told him to stay in and come into your bedroom. There’s nothing you can do as he crawls into bed with you, even wrapping himself around you until all you can feel is him. His arms are coiled around your stomach, and he’s pressing so hard against you that you can feel his bulge from behind. One of his hands goes up to your neck, holding it in a possessive, yet glaringly erotic bid for affection. It’s wrong of you to let him do this, but his touch just feels so right, you let yourself give in to him.

You start having lots of close calls with Mathias. He sometimes stand inches away from your face with your lips so close together, you would’ve ended up kissing him if you didn’t turn away last minute. When you do, he chuckles lowly and says this in a tender voice. “I promise we’ve done a lot more than kissing, eskler. We’re adults, after all.” Otherwise, his stare on you is always too hot for you to stomach, almost as if he has something else on his mind. He makes it obvious that he’s obsessed with you, and he’s losing his patience.

He chases you like crazy. It takes him back to the time before you married him, and that gets his blood pumping like never before. He will corner you against the kitchen counter and won’t let you leave without kissing him. Then, against all your morals, you actually do, which ends up with you two in the bedroom, half-naked and about to make love. Something about him feels so warm and familiar, you don’t act like yourself around him. It’s as if he’s put a spell on you, turning your mind inside out until you can’t think straight.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, Mat. This is wrong on so many levels,” You tear up as you climb off him.

“No it’s not. You know it’s not,” He frowns deeply, taking your hand before you can even get off the bed. He’s that high-strung about you, it’s impossible for you to get any space from him at all. Mathias is just constantly on your back, always pulling you back to him, again and again. “You know I’m the one for you.”

“How could I? Some stranger starts following me around like a puppy and I let them into my home?” You gush, red in the face from shame. Now that you said it out loud, it sounded a lot worse than what you originally thought. “And I was just about to sleep with them? God, I must be out of mind. I have to be!”

“But you’re not! Me being here is proof that you’re not crazy because it was you that brought me here. We belong to each other,” He exclaims passionately, his eyes burning with so much certainty you start caving again. But how could you give in when none of this made any sense, and was cruel to Alfred, who had no idea of everything you were doing behind his back? “You’re mine in all the lives you will ever live.”

Alfred eventually catches wind of what you’re doing. You still haven’t figured out how to explain this to him, and you’ve just been so distracted by Mathias, you’ve been putting reality on the back burner. But that all ends when he swings by unannounced with some food to surprise you. However, he’s in for quite the surprise himself. Mathias is in the living room watching TV while you’re typing on your laptop on the dining table, but that’s when he hears jingling behind the door, so he get up and comes over to your side.

“Hey, babe. They had a pop-up sale on some cookies so I thought I’d drop by,” Alfred speaks mindlessly as he enters your apartment with his spare key, and that is when he lays eyes on Mathias. He is visibly startled as he stops in place, but he keeps his composure. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company. Who’s this?”

When worlds collide

Like any other normal person, Alfred blows up on you when you tell him he’s been staying over the last two weeks. After all, what man in their right mind would be okay with their girlfriend living with another man and not tell them about it? You’d have to come up with some pretty good excuses to justify that, and with the way Mathias is holding you, things aren’t looking good for you. His hands are both sides of your waist like they belong there, and he’s giving the dirtiest look to your boyfriend like he’s the unwelcome one here.

“You need to get him out now.” Alfred demands.

“You don’t understand.” You close your eyes.

“What’s there to understand? That you’ve been living with another guy for the past two weeks and haven’t told me?” He seethes, nostrils flaring. The growing volume of the room alarms Mathias, who stands in front of you protectively. “Not that I’d even let you, but don’t you think you’re crossing the line here?”

“He’s homeless, and he’s not right in the head—”

“So is half of New York, but you don’t see me taking anybody in!” He gestures to the Dane like an alien.

“He’s not from this time period, okay?” You exhale.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alfred squints, not at all prepared for what you were about to tell him. “Like he’s from another generation that’s somehow okay with their girlfriends living with other guys?”

“No, I mean he’s a time traveler. He’s a real, bonafide Viking from more than a thousand years ago,” You let it slip, watching his brows go up. “And I know that sounds crazy, but I didn’t believe it at first either.”

“Yeah, you’re right, that is pretty crazy,” Alfred scoffs, shaking his head in utter disbelief, but above all else, a sharp pang of betrayal. “If this is a prank, just know that I really hate it and I’m very disappointed in you.”

“But it’s not, I promise! Why would I pull something that could jeopardize our relationship?” You frown.

“I guess so,” He mumbles, albeit a little reluctantly. “But just run me through your thought process here. How did you come to the conclusion he broke the laws of physics and somehow leapt through time?”

“Well, I took him to the doctor yesterday and he had a bunch of diseases that are impossible to have now.”

“Oh,” He makes a face, shocked and disturbed by how on the nose your explanation was. Now he was really worried you were actually telling the truth. “What else? I mean, you can’t actually believe that—”

“—he speaks Old Norse fluently, doesn’t know what Wi-Fi is, and doesn’t even know to use a toilet.”

“Wow, okay.”

“And I’m sure the Danish are familiar with toilets.”

“Right.”

“And look at him. Doesn’t he look just like Mathias Densen, the Viking earl that lived more than a thousand years ago?” You ask him, pulling up your phone to show him a few images off a website.

“Shit, you’re right.” He digs a hand through his hair.

Your boyfriend is cordial at the start, especially with how bizarre all of this is. He’s also excited to talk to a real Viking, so he springs a bunch of questions on Mathias out of curiosity. The way the Dane answers them only confirms you were in fact, not lying, so he quickly gets onboard with the mission to send him back to the past. You’re all in the kitchen when Alfred drops the bomb on Mathias ever so casually while sipping on a mug. He’s sure you’ve wondered about the same thing, it’s just that he has it in him to actually ask it.

“So, how many people do you think you’ve killed?”

“I don’t know. Maybe hundreds.”

“And does that ever keep you up at night?”

“No, I sleep like a baby.”

“Thought you would.”

Things start to get heated once Mathias reveals that he’s in love with you and has no intentions of giving you up. Alfred was willing to be hospitable at first, but he doesn’t play about you, not even if he’s going up against a warlord turned King. This is his realm, and he won’t hesitate to use that to his advantage to threaten a man who otherwise is impossible to threaten. Not that he thinks he needs to, because he trusts you to stay loyal to him. Little does he know, Mathias has a profound effect on you that not even you can understand.

“You’re never gonna have her. I won’t let you,” Alfred says in a monotone, his expression unreadable as he stares straight at the man. He’s taken on a cold and calculating attitude, a far cry from the excitable nerd he used to be. But Mathias isn’t afraid of him at all.

“Then you will never be free of me.” The Dane smiles contentedly, eyes closed for a relaxed demeanor.

“I’d hate to be that person, but I could always call ICE on you for being undocumented,” Alfred raises his brows at him while he speaks in all seriousness, “I’d do that just so you’d leave my girlfriend alone.”

Shit finally hits the fan when Mathias walks in on you and Alfred in the bedroom. You’re riding him when the door opens, and your head whips to it out of shock. In the next few seconds, everything goes from zero to a hundred as something snaps in Mathias — he’s thrown into a hot and crazed mania, driven insane by the sight of you making love to someone else. The look behind his eyes is as if he’s completely gone, and he storms over with the intention to murder Alfred on the spot. “Mathias, no!” You plead, but it falls on deaf ears.

He pulls him off you and punches him so hard, blood sprays from his nose. But that’s not all. Mathias picks Alfred up by the neck, holding him inches above the ground to choke him to death. If he has to kill him with his bare hands, so be it. And he gets dangerously close to doing it when you smash a vase over his head, getting him to loosen his grip. You help Alfred escape with the skin of his teeth while screaming viciously at him. “Get out. Get the fuck out!” You cry, shoving him back again and again. “And never come back!”

After getting discharged from his hospital stay, Alfred goes looking for Mathias. It’s not the first thing that should be coming to mind after the guy almost offed him, but he has to resolve this once and for all. Because at this rate, someone would really end up killed. And he had a feeling that someone would be him. After a few days of scouring the city, he finds the Dane in an alley in front of a burn barrel and warming his hands. Without even greeting each other, they find that they’re already on the same page about this.

“You don’t belong here.” Alfred tells him point-blank.

“I know,” Mathias murmurs, keeping his gaze fixed on the flickering flames. “But she doesn’t either.”

“Ha! She’s lived here since she was a baby.”

“And she’s lived in Kattegat since she was a baby.”

“Have you not once considered she’s not the (F/N) you know? Yours is probably still in 1000AD wondering where you went,” Alfred shakes his head, frankly exasperated by the other’s stubbornness.

“Then why would I be here if she were not? There has to be a reason for me being here,” Mathias turns to him for a disgruntled look, but above all else was how determined he sounded. “She must be the reason.”

Going back to the past

Alfred goes to the library to do some research on the relic that Mathias picked up. Turns out, it can grant the user what they want most, only with a slight catch. It gives them the means to attaining their deepest desires, not the whole deal. And to reverse the spell, the user has to fulfill their wish completely before having that kind of freedom. So in other words, he has to get you to fall in love with him if he ever wants to return to Kattegat. “Well, it looks like you’re gonna be stuck here as a hobo forever. Not my problem.” Alfred shrugs.

Mathias isn’t disheartened by those terms, even if you did just kick him out for trying to murder your boyfriend. You’ve hated him once, just like you hate him now, so this is just a repeat of the past. As much as that bothers him, he knows he can do this because he’s done it before. Alfred, on the other hand, isn’t convinced he can pull this off at all. While he’s putting back the books he used, he wonders what’s left for the Viking now that they’ll be stranded in modern day America without even two dimes to rub together.

“So, what are you gonna do now that you’re never going back to Kattegat? You have nowhere to stay.”

“But I am going back.” Mathias lifts his gaze to him.

“How?” He shakes his head, eyes narrowed.

“I have my ways.”

“What ways? She thinks you’re an axe-waving megalomaniac, for fuck’s sake. You tried to kill me!”Alfred whispers that last part furiously while pointing an accusing finger at the man, who showed not even the slightest dash of remorse. “And you almost did!”

“And that mean she cannot love me?”

“Yes!” He blurts it like it’s the most obvious point he ever made, but something was still not clicking.

“You underestimate our passion for one another,” Mathias smiles sagely to himself as he recollects the raunchier memories he made with you. And he isn’t afraid to disclose that information to the other man. “When we were together, we made love every night.”

“Okay, I did not need to know that.”

“She was always with child.”

“Didn’t need to know that either!”

It’s understandably very tense between you two at first. Mathias will show up at your door, and still in the last outfit he was wearing when you kicked him out, only for you to shut it in his face. He does this a few more times before resorting to sleeping outside your door, because it’s not like he has anywhere else to go anyway. He’ll do anything for you to forgive him, even if it’s at the expense of your kindness since he’s starving at this point. After days of lying outside your home, you take him in out of fear for his well-being.

When he’s back at your place, he behaves well. He actively helps around the house, doing chores without you asking, and doesn’t even bother you for your affection. You’re barely tolerating him, and you don’t see that changing anytime soon. However, you get a phone call from Alfred that changes everything. Just when you thought you would be keeping Mathias at arm’s length out of respect for what he did to him, your boyfriend is now telling you to throw all of that overboard and do the unthinkable. Giving your heart to him.

“Is Mathias back at yours?”

“Yes, but only because he was starving. Why?”

“Well, we had a little talk and we figured it was best to let everything run its course,” Alfred says. He goes on to explain what he found out about Mathias, the relic, the spell, then how to send him back home.

He also tells you that if everything goes right, you’ll still be here. So if he has to give you up until then, he will, no matter how much it hurts. There’s also some part of you that’s not really you, which explains a lot.

A lot being why you were so uncharacteristically receptive to Mathias in the first place. But as soon as he gets sent home, you’ll return to your normal self again, which is everything Alfred could ever want.

Mathias eases his way back onto your good side. Aside from being a good roommate and giving you space, he will sneak some lingering touches until he works his way up to talking and hugging again. It works better than you like, but Alfred did say you weren’t yourself. You are your past self, or at least partially, but it’s more than enough for a soft spot to form for him. Before you know it, it’s routine for you to sit on his lap and talk to him at night. While nothing happens, it becomes undeniable what’s developing between you two.

“Is it okay for me to put my hand here?” He whispers, letting his palm hover over the side of your face, and you answer him by simply press your cheek into it. You’re looking at him in a way you never had before, with so much love and tenderness that he feels like he’s back home. But then again, you are his home.

You start having dreams about your past. And it’s all so vivid, it feels real. Little do you know, it is, because what you’re experiencing are visions of the life you once lived. Playing with him as a kid, getting chased by him in adulthood, and finally marrying him in the sweet, cypress-scented air. Sailing to new, unknown lands just to give you a better life and a place to raise a family with him. All of it is so familiar, and the memory of Mathias is so beautiful that you end up waking in tears, aching for what feels like a dream of a dream.

Overtime, you remember more about yourself until you’re no longer the person Alfred knows, but the person Mathias does. It’s like your past self is fighting to wake, then on that one fateful night, everything just falls into place. With only one glance at you, he knows you’ve come back to him. You’re staring at him with your eyes wide and lips trembling, almost as if you hadn’t seen him in years. He smiles warmly as he opens his arms for you to run into, and you practically plow into them with tears running down your face.

“Take me home, Mat. I wanna go home.” You whisper into his chest, squeezing him as tight as you can.

“We will, kæreste. You’re gonna take us home now.” He wraps around you assuringly, kissing your head.

The next morning, you and Mathias wake up in the bedroom of your longhouse. He remembers everything that happened, but strangely enough, you have no recollection of being in New York or having a boyfriend there. When he tries asking you about it, you shoot him a weird look and go,“Who’s Alfred?” On the other side of the timeline, Alfred looks for you at your apartment after you text him to come over for dinner. When he does, he notices that Mathias is gone, and upon asking about it, you shake your head. “Who’s Mathias?”

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