#I added in a bit of angst heh

[azurezfiction]

Biggest secret - everyone knows their soulmate’s biggest secret (even if it’s from the future) + Post-Charge to 100 Bulk x Jason

Soulmate AUs | @augment-techs

Bulk always felt that there had been something itching inside of his mind. Something that clawed and gwaned around, yet never really could ever actually touch. It had been brief moments that came and then went immediately afterwards as though walking within a day dream.

He knows that Skull's experienced the game, sharing the weird experience from time to time. At first believed that Rita and Zedd were messing with a new form or type of magic, or a monster that was doing something. Yet that never felt right. They've tried to figure out what was going on and to no avail, nothing seemed to work or let them remember.

"Guys!" Bulk heard Jason's voice briefly. Something stirred inside of hm watching as he and the others gathered together. "You ready?"

"Ready!"

"It's Morphin Time!"

Bulk felt his eyes widened seeing the multi coloured lights shined brightly, brilliantly and strong. As his brain began flooded with a sensation.

Jason was the Red Ranger.

It made sense.

Of course he knew! Jason was his soul mate, h-how could he not have known?!

Fear. Panic. Worry. Fear.

It hit him all at once.

Bulk carefully followed after him. Staying a safe distance as not to distract Jason and the others from fighting the monster, not wanting to put them or himself in danger. Paying attention to the fight. Seeing the way Jason fought the Putties, the monster, and seeing him go one on one against Goldar.

It was a sight to be hold.

He knew Jason was strong... but this was out of this world! As the Megazord appeared and destroying the monster.

His brain tightened. A sharp pressure against his mind, grappling the side of his mind.

"Bulkie? You okay?"

Bulk felt his light headed. Unable to concentrate. "i..." His head shook. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure? You look a little pale," Skull says concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Skull tilts his head. "So what are you doing out there?"

"Well of course I was..." Wait.... what was he doing? Bulk blinked and scoffed. "Never mind that. Let's go."

"Right behind you!"

... Why had he been out here anyway? And why did he feel like something important was missing?

[god-monsters]

How Lookism Guys Fall in Love with YOU + personal hc

Requested. If you can't tell how repetitive I am from my masterlist, here it is all side by side to show you exactly the sort of tropes I like a LOT. Sorta hc, sorta the storylines-ish I like to write.

Strangers to Lovers

Johan Seong

Meeting Johan and bonding through his pups. You don't even need to show him kindness. Show Eden and Miro kindness and you will enter his thoughts regardless.

A cliched way to a man's heart is his stomach. Feed Johan up too to up the relationship.

Lots of emotional maturing needed for Johan to understand what the hell is going on. Pulls away to get some distance yet always ends up by your side. He can't help it. Eventually just gives in.

Goo Kim

While I personally dislike the love at first sight trope, this guy would absolutely double take if there was something that caught his eye and then he would be his normal extroverted and clingy self to get to know you.

This fucking charmer. Yes he's annoying, but even then he gets under your skin and you can't help falling for him too.

Also a fan of the hot-and-cold-casual-fuck-buddies dynamic. He'll see you every day for a week, wake up in your bed then ghost you for a month. Rinse and repeat. After a little while - oh. Goo realises he misses you.

Samuel Seo

Ah the oh-shit-I-caught-feelings-when-we-were-just-casually-fucking-and-no-strings-attached pining.

Meeting at somewhere like a corporate event or even in a club.

Lots of inner turmoil as he gets to grips with his emotions and how to deal with you. A little bit of push and pull before he eventually admits how he feels.

Ryuhei Kuroda/Xiaolong

Just meeting someone, anyone who is the opposite of Mitsuki and Vivi. Showing them what a normal healthy person, with normal healthy interests looks like. Show them kindness, show them your sweet smile, show them you don't want anything apart from just them and they will fall for you.

Ryuhei - Not really much guilt with moving on from Mitsuki because face it. They weren't exactly anything.

Xiaolong - oof. The most angsty hurt/comfort you can think of.

Friends (classmates) to Lovers

Zack Lee

Long-ish time friend, but nothing progressed due to his feelings for Mira. Gradually circumstances bring you both closer together. Tending to his wounds, school projects, maybe even shopping for a gift for Mira.

Start to see you in a new light. Deals with a lot of denial at first and then later, guilt. Unsurprisingly, it's Mira that notices the change in Zack and encourages him to pursue you.

Vasco Tabasco/Jace Park

Classmate of theirs through J-high or knew them from middle school. Help to tutor Vasco or just generally up to some shit with Jace. Maybe playing detective.

Not involved with Burn Knuckles, but you might as well be. With Vasco or Jace, the rest of the crew treats you with the same level of respect as their No.1/2 and will protect you at all costs.

Relatively straightforward friends to lovers, with all the worries of gang shit.

Vin Jin

Love the idea of Vin Jin, Mary and You being best buds together. Either from Cheonliang or you getting closer to Vin through Mary once they attend J-High.

An absolute asshole though he is a little softer towards you. Takes him a while to fall for you and see you in a new light. Is so used to you as a friend that it will take someone else interfering or an event.

See masterlist for someone asking you on a date or Vin seeing you in his Cheonliang jacket heh (the latter really breaks his brain).

Jake Kim

Childhood friend to lovers. You knew him before he joined Big Deal and/or while he was a tall lanky middle school kid.

Always had a soft spot for you. Walking you home from school, spending evenings in the library messing around, hanging in the park. Once he joined Big Deal and you started high school, it added some distance between you but Jake still could never get you off his mind.

Eventually reconciling and slow burn into lovers. Dealing with all the usual angst of Jake putting you in danger and risking your safety by being with him. Hint: he gets over it eventually. Or else it turns into angsty regret (my personal fave!).

DG/James Lee

You know him from his James Lee days and go way back. Either classmates together or another very typical show-him-a-little-kindness and then wormed your way into his heart.

Sees you more and more, and no matter what, you're never judgemental of him and you're able to talk to him like a normal human being - which is a rarity. Growing closer together until he starts to confide in you. One day, James just realises you're the closest person to him and he likes you. You have grown and grown on him until it's obvious and completely hits him over the head with it.

Progress into lovers is very straightforward. You stick with him through thick and thin. Even with his transition into DG, you're the one constant in his life that he keeps close by and protects.

Eli Jang

Know Eli from his J-high days and always been good buddies with you. Sure you could tell he's good looking but you didn't put him on a pedestal.

Eventually growing closer to him and also meeting Yenna. Which is a huge step, by the way. Eli is so goddamn protective of her and when you are both introduced he thinks 'huh? this is? nice??'. Loves the idea of a happy family.

Bit of angst dealing with the death of Heather and moving on with you.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Warren Chae, Hudson Ahn, Kwak bros

Colleague/Crew Member to Lovers

Gun Park/Goo Kim

The third partner and completing the Gun/Goo/You trifecta. Teaming up with Goo to piss off Gun or with Gun to become the sassiest, most fearsome duo and a headache for the blonde.

Eugene/Samuel Seo

Working alongside and rising through the ranks, impressing them with your competency that they have no choice but to take notice of you. They struggle treading the line between professionalism and falling for you.

Jake Kim/Sinu Han

Big Deal crew member, joining and working your way into the Boss's heart. Another one for lots of pining and slow burn as they try not to fall for you because they feel it's pretty inappropriate.

Another favourite little scenario: you working on Big Deal street. Either taking up an empty premise or working in a store or restaurant and catching their eye. Flirtation abound especially when they visit you when you should be working and prove to be an awful distraction.

[i-luvsang]

want to kiss you — kim hongjoong

1.2K MILESTONE EVENT ☆ CLOSED gn!reader , fluff, lowkey angst (someone’s pining), best friends to lovers!au , cw : like i said, major pining, truly idiots to lovers, unedited , wc : 0.6K , hEH here you are orion !!! eughhh i’m not the most confident at writing joong so i hope you enjoy !!! love you lots <333 @nebulousbrainsoup

when you told hongjoong you had a question for him, this is not what he expected.

“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” your tone is genuine and curious, innocent even, and it makes hongjoong’s heart begin to beat fast, like it does when you absentmindedly slip your hand into his.

“uh…,” he struggles to respond, taken aback.

“is that too weird to ask? i just kinda realized i wasn’t really sure… and well… you’ve dated people before, so i thought,” you trail off, suddenly growing a bit shy.

“no! no, it’s not weird,” he jumps to assure you, thinking about the way that, just a little bit, he lives for the way your expression becomes relieved, a small smile finding its way to your lips. his heart lurches again at the utter trust in your eyes, the trust he knows is reserved just for him. somehow, that trust is his saving grace, what makes him yours, while also feeling like everything that damns him to the hell of “friend-zoned.” he wonders who’s on your mind. san, maybe? the two of you have grown close since he introduced you, he recalls.

the soft whisper of a breath leaving your lips, a sound imperceptible to anyone but him, pulls him back to you, to the way he hasn’t actually answered your question.

“well,” he begins, carefully choosing the words for you, “you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to– why are you looking at me like that?” 

you tilt your head to the side. “like what?”

like i’m the one you can’t stop thinking about, he thinks. “nevermind.”

“well?” you urge him on. “‘then you want to’ what?”

hongjoong clears his throat, trying not to think about what he really wants. about kissing you. “then you want to… well, hold their hand... kiss them.” he stares straight into your eyes as he says this, not even trying to hide it. looking at you like you were looking at him. like he can’t stop thinking about you, like he feels strange when you’re around, like he wants to kiss you.

you’re silent for a moment, taking in his gaze and all of the weight behind it. “why are you looking at me like that?” you echo his words from moments ago.

“because i want to.”

“want to what?”

he almost says it. i want to kiss you, like a mantra, said over and over again in his head. but he can’t do that because what if you didn’t mean that look. what if it isn’t meant for him. what if your gaze of pure want is for someone else.

“yknow, joong, that sounded like you were flirting with me.” and at that he almost bursts, because yes! that’s exactly it. he was flirting with you, but he can’t admit to that. 

and yet, your look continues to say otherwise, and he knows you so well. he knows that your face tells him the truth every single time. he knows that, if that look weren’t for him, it wouldn’t be on your face, not as you gaze into his eyes, not when you added a hint of “tell me you love me” to your voice when you said those words.

he calls your name, soft and firm, as if something is pulling at his voice, something like desperation. “…i have been trying to do that for three years now.”

“flirt with me?”

“yes,” the passion, the pleading in his voice surprises you, but only for a moment, because he is passion and you know that all too well.

“that’s good. because i think i have a crush on you,” you’re breathless as you confess. he almost laughs at that; you’re so goddamn adorable.

“well, that’s good,” he echoes, “because i definitely have a crush on you. and i’d really, really like to kiss you right now.”

[paquerettexx]

leo kurosagi — tiny dancer (one-shot)

model reevaluates relationship with diabolic influencer

pairing: leo kurosagi / reader

tags: angst, hurt no comfort, manipulation, gaslighting, slightly mature themes

words: 878

[cross posted from ao3]

Hand on my chin, tilting my face upward to meet his eyes. Eyes like amber stare back at me, golden glint flashing under the reflection of the dim and gloom from the windows.

"I'm tired, Leo..." I heaved a sigh, eyes averting away from the sweet temptation of his honeyed eyes. His lips would quirk a bit at the side as he finds amusement within my predicament. "I can't do this anymore." I whispered.

"You're spewing nonsense again, babe." He'd dismiss my words with a scoff as if I was deliberately being difficult for him. "Quit being so boring, you're my bitch."

"That's the thing– I don't want to be your bitch anymore." I stated, biting my lips, my hands clenched into fists from being infuriated.

"That's not for you to decide, okay?" Leo would whisper, his lips barely ghosting over my ears as his breath warmed my face. "You'll only listen to me." He added before placing a kiss on my cheek.

"You ruined me." I mumbled under my breath as I sat frozen on our bed, my back against the ginormous window that overlooked other skyscrapers within the city.

"You ruined yourself." He'd deny my voice, lips coming to place a chaste kiss on my cheek as I felt salty teardrops fall on my cheeks. "I'm only taking good care of my precious bitch." Leo would add, combing my hair through his fingers before leaning in to place a kiss on my locks.

"Are you acting like this because I neglected you for a week? Is that it, hm?" He'd ask, tone insensitive to my tears as always. The weather outside reflected my feelings– cloudy, gloomy, and hazy. Gray clouds blanketed the sky, covering the sun; not even a ray of light could reach me who was trapped in his arms.

White sheets sprawled over the bed pooling around our bodies, the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder, and littered hickeys across my skin– it was all evidence of what had transpired between us last night. It made me feel disgusted at myself. How could I continue to be with a man like him?

"I asked a question." I flinched as his sharp tone brought me back like a stinging slap to my cheek. "I- I just missed you." I gritted my teeth as another lie casually fell off my lips. I'm so tired of this.

"Heh?" He'd smirk, a cunning light devilishly dancing in his eyes which were filled with amusement. "Is that right? My perfect little model missed me?" He'd taunt, an arm coming to trap me against the window and the other coming to caress my thigh, slowly hitching my nightgown up.

"I guess I should reward you more, huh? Should I give you praise? Do you think you deserve praise~?" Leo would ask, tone cheery as if he's chanting a song that would pull me back to him.

"This is your type of reward, right~?" He'd hum against my neck as he leaned in and placed a kiss, lips trailing down to my collarbone before racing up against to trace my jaw. He'd litter butterfly kisses all over my chest, my neck, and everywhere else but not my lips. He'd gaze at every part of me but never once peek into my heart that was already in his hands.

"Leo... I don't think this is a good idea anymore." I voiced out, hands coming to halt his actions. I pried his hands away from me, unable to meet his gaze that I know would trap me like quicksand.

"Hah, you really lost your mind." Leo would sigh before pulling away, hands coming to look for his phone on the nightstand as he threw on a shirt he'd discarded to the floor last night.

"This isn't like you to push me away but whatever." He would add, eyes already focused on his phone as he scrolled through his social media accounts.

"Listen up, bitch. I don't care what you do as long as you bring me clout. Let's film a vlog tomorrow so you better have that stupid smile on your face by then." Were his last words to me before he slammed the door closed, leaving me with my thoughts once again.

My heart was hammering against my chest once I was left alone again, knees to my chest as I curled up into a ball just as the rain started pouring outside.

It was strange- something even I couldn't comprehend. He used me, my name, my fame, my job, and my persona for his own gain; all for something as dismal as internet clout. Every time I pulled away, he'd pull me back in and lull me into his arms with his fickle affection that I crave. I knew I was on the losing end yet every time, I kept waiting for him to come back, to kiss it all better. He's insufferable and irredeemable yet I'm only a fool who wanted to change him.

I wanted to change him for the better yet I knew better than anyone else that my efforts are futile. He couldn't be changed, rather, he doesn't want to change. And I? I am only a tiny dancer waltzing in the palm of his hands.

[bubuslutty]

The bear in the witch's hut

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pairing: witch!fem reader x John Price

tags: fantasy au, magic, smut, fluff, domestic bliss, a bit of angst, established relationship

warnings: blood, death, war and all the shit that comes with the canon material of cod mw2

summary: au where captain price is a soldier, fighting to protect his country from invasion while war rages on throughout the continents. Despite all the chaos he somehow falls head over heels with a witch. this au is simply snippets of their life together <3

a/n: this is just an au that I made so I can write abt a witch reader getting married to John price and be all cute and obsessed with each other. but also cuz I want to write him fuck heh. maybe one day I will write a proper fleshed out fanfiction. but for now, here's this <3

parts:

part 1: the bear in the witch's hut

part 2: home in my hands

part 3: European Robins in my palms

hc: what would happen if another witch cursed John Price?

tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @obiwankenobis-lap @goapgrim @smalldemonlover @silviafantin15 @reveluving @bobastayhigh  

[smolvenger]

A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter Three (Loki x fem! Reader series, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series is reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him. Opening you to a world of more magic and danger than you ever could imagine...

Chapter Summary: Your first week to live your end of the bargain. It brings you an awareness of "variants" and you meet another prince with the same look as your fiancee. Then your worst fears and doubts about your fiancee are proven true...

Chapter One//Chapter Two

Content Warnings: Cheating (not Loki, but...* takes a long sip of a fun little drink with a straw*...dealing with Will Ransome's canon cheating and portraying it as bad so Will fans and Lusty Vicarettes you have been warned). Period Typical Attitudes. Mentions of sex and religion and grief and angst. But some fluff and humor.

Word count: 8K

A/N: Oh, the sweet irony of revising this while traveling as my brother drove and the playlist playing "Getaway Car" as I work on this. Heh heh. And of course, I figure out how to use my babygirl, Prince Hal! Here, he's the stand-in for the character of Mor for those of you familiar with the ACOTAR books! I hope you like it! Comments, DMs, asks, and reblogs are always appreciated! :)

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @huntress-artemiss

Loki began to strut forward like he owned the church. Eyes were wide over him. Any who tried to step forward to block him, Loki flung his wrist and sent a bit of magic their way. Whoosh! They were knocked over. A couple of people screeched and ran away from the church.

He approached you with a wink and then turned to see the congregation and wedding party.

“I hate to interrupt such a lovely ceremony, but this lovely, stunning, ravishing lady here wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me..."

He turned to you, fidgeting with his bow tie again.

“I’m not too overdressed am I, Y/N? Well- what should it matter to a god.”

William stepped forward; he put his arm protectively over you.

“Who are you!? Leave her alone!” he threatened.

Loki raised his eyebrows, never losing his smile.

“Why-she told you outright! I am Loki- God of Mischief and rightful heir of Asgard and your world too, perhaps.”

William’s face turned red and then white. There were a crash and a few people rushed over- the bishop, at the sight of a pagan god before him, had fainted.

“What…what is going on!?” your father demanded. He added to the protective party to put an arm over you. You stood there like a statue, eyes wide.

“You see here- Y/N made a deal with me. She was about to die of consumption. I offered to heal her in exchange for just one short little week every month where she’ll stay with me. Well, it’s now one month since I saved her from death- time for me to call in her end of the bargain. Y/N, it’s time for a little trip!”

“Let us finish the ceremony, please!” Father insisted.

Loki pulled out an ornate gold pocket watch from his jacket and checked the time.

“If I am correct, it has been exactly thirty-one days to the minute of Y/N being healed. Maybe I’m a few hours off. But it’s time to collect my deal with the About to Be Mrs. Ransome…”

He glanced over at the unconscious bishop as guests fanned and fetched him water.

“And I think this ceremony is about over.”

He turned over to the people who had remained in their seats, gesturing to them. He spoke loudly, keeping his hands in his pockets. But still spinning around to make sure everyone got the message.

“Oh-by the way-no serpent, everyone! I checked and rechecked- There never was a serpent!  And no Leviathan, either. No giant, magical, fanged, man-eating, girl-abducting snake. It’s just a dead whale! Thought I might save all of you the trouble while I was here! Don’t get yourselves in a big fuss over nothing- Just a whale carcass!”

They gasped and murmured among each other. Your jaw lowered to where you could have eaten a fly and not noticed. William’s lips quivered and he looked around with big eyes. He tightened his grip on you.

“This…this is real? Are you seeing this too?” he asked you.

You felt tears brim your eyes.

“Yes, Will…it is real…I told you the truth. And now it’s happening.”

You then looked at the god. You kept shaking and processing all of this was real.

William stepped forward. “We’ll…. we’ll compromise. Think of a bargain!” he said.

Loki folded his arms, “And what kind of bargain are you proposing? I have to warn you- I’m not in the mood,” he said the last word like a snarl.

“No…” you murmured. The first words you spoke.

They all looked at you. Not a passive pawn to be tossed and turned around. But a real person is deciding their fate. You broke from the arms of the men.

“Papa, Will, stop! I promised him I would go-and I will go. It’s only a week. I gave Loki a promise as he gave me his. It’s only a staying over somewhere else- I’m not being sacrificed or anything!”

You stepped forward. Loki smiled, keeping his hands in his pockets.

“Well…say your goodbyes and come along, Y/N darling,” he said.

William gave Loki a glare.

“If you try to harm her-.” He threatened.

“Don’t worry-I’ll return her safe and sound and unruined…. unless she would like that…” Loki interrupted.

You shot Loki a look with a stubborn frown, despite a couple more whispers from the people sitting down.

You looked at your parents, your friends, the bridesmaids. Stella’s own eyes were big too and she was quiet. Despite slight trepidation, she looked at Loki in fascination. As did the few others.  You approached them.

“It won’t be long; I will be right back. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

You then turned to your parents.

“You-you cannot do this!” Your mother cried.

“I must. I’d be dead if I said no…” you replied.

You then looked up at William. Part of you wanted to touch his face, take his hand in yours…. but you couldn’t. The letters, the words still swimming in your mind. It kept you from giving him a farewell kiss. You only looked at him, tears in your eyes. You felt his grip tighten like he was going to pull you back to him.

“I’m so sorry…Will…”

Sorry that your own emotions, your weakness, your doubts made your feet stop from completing the marriage. Sorry you went into his office. Sorry you saw those letters. Those were the words you wanted to say. But instead, you said more.

“Please, Will…there’s no other way…and he won’t hurt me…I told you this would happen. I’ll be back soon.”

Your fiancée said nothing but gave a curt nod.  He let you go. You then turned to Loki. The god reached out.

“Take my hand, Y/N.”

You took it. From his pale skin, you expected a cold touch. But then he wrapped an arm around you- soft and warm.

“Hold on,” he whispered.

You squeezed onto his hand.  White and golden magic swirled over all of you. Before a single person could yell out “what the hell actually happened?!?” The white and brown church and everyone in it faded away in it. You felt weightless for only a minute. The colors of the rainbow swirled around you, and you gasped in shock.

You wondered, even dreaded what Asgard looked like. Would it be dark, like Loki? Depraved? Full of all sorts of trickery- fruits that would turn into beasts and whatnot? Why didn’t you read that book about Norse mythology further?! But when the colors faded, you saw somewhere…light. There was the glow of the sunset. It was a lovely palace. Comfortable even. Golden and majestic. There were tall marble columns and outside was a whole city with buildings like tall spikes. But the columns of the building shone. And the marble floors showed your reflection.

Loki swept out a theatrical arm.

“Welcome to Asgard,” he greeted. You took a few steps out to look around.

“This is not quite the place I imagined….” You confessed.

You tipped your head up to see the ceiling.

“This is my home, the palace itself. What were you imagining?” he asked.

“Something….dark and dangerous…” you shrugged.

Loki swirled on his heels, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We do have dark, and we do have dangers like any other place. But not here-there are guards everywhere…”

You turned and saw a flight of stairs leading up to a large golden throne room. It shone so much it almost hurt your eyes.

“Will you ever tell me a ‘thank you?’” Loki asked.

You turned around, blinking at him.

“What do you mean? For healing me?”

 “Y/N, my dear, I thought you would be grateful for calling in the bargain when I did.”

“Grateful?!” you asked, turning around.

“I heard you. You were begging for someone, anyone to help you. To get you out of here,” he said. Though there was earnestness in his voice.

“What do you mean you heard me?” you asked.

“I heard your own voice- clearly in your head as I hear your words now. You were practically crying out for someone to get you out of your own wedding….”

You widened your eyes.

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say a word when the ceremony began!” you refused.

“You were…upset. But you didn’t want to reject William right in front of his entire congregation. But you didn’t want to go through with the marriage. I thought the timing was perfect-and  I wanted to give you as much time as you would need. Not call it in until the last minute…and if I recall, you did call me ‘a sweet, handsome fellow’ when you were a cat…where is that attitude now?”

“I hate to tell you, but I didn’t know that cat was a bloody trickster god!”

With a tit of his head, his tuxedo was melted to his normal green, black, and gold robes. Then he folded his arms. He circled around you, looking you up and down. You couldn’t help but follow him.

“Hmmm…what is that thing you’re wearing?” he asked, his nose scrunching.

“It’s a wedding dress,” you answered.

“This is a wedding dress?” he scoffed in disgust.

He went behind to the skirt in its back and picked it up. You swatted his hand away.

“And what is that skirt?” he asked.

“It’s a Bustle. Every woman wears one. Me included,” you explained.

“Is this what Midgard women wear when they get married from your time? This…this is not a wedding dress it’s…it’s a monstrosity of lace,” he insulted.

You then jerked around.

“I bet you will enjoy having me as a prisoner in your dungeons clad in nothing!” you cursed. If you had to go here, you would not go without a fight.

He chuckled for a second, and then smiled.

“You honestly think I am that callous to throw you in the dungeons!? Oh no-you are no prisoner here. You’re definitely no servant or slave. You’re a guest here at the palace. And you will be comfortable. You will have your own rooms, be fed, and you may spend your free hours however you would like. And have some clothes other than this…bustle thing you call it.”

“So, a gilded cage then?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow.

“And your upcoming marriage was not a gilded cage?” he asked.

You shook your head, tightening your jaw.

“I understood the responsibilities of being a clergy wife when I said yes to Will’s proposal-I’m not naïve and I’m not a fool. I was ready…” you argued.

You bunched your hands into fists, holding your ground before him.

“I did this…for William. It was a sacrifice I had to make for him!” you said.

Loki frowned. His eyes serious as he spoke.

“And would William sacrifice himself for you?”

You had had enough.

In a rage, you took off your slipper and hurled it at Loki. He ducked it over his dark head, and it crashed into the floor. You did your best to ignore the tears in your eyes.

“I guess you’d rather have the servants take you to your rooms than me. And I won’t ask for that ‘thank you’…I can guess you aren’t willing to give one now…”

“You’re a pig,” you spat.

Sure enough, there were servants who led you over to a bedroom. It had golden walls and marble floors. There was a door leading to a bathroom. It had a bathtub the size of your old room. When you turned on the water, it came out hot. Taking off your shoes and stockings, you had to dip your toe in to make sure it was not too scalding. But as you peeled off each layer of your clothes and got in, it was so relaxing you felt yourself sigh from it. There were soaps that smelt of honey. You rubbed yourself clean and sat in that tub, watching the suds over the water. It was so peaceful with the steam and the sound of the rushing water and perfumes of the soap, you forgot for a moment about the letters.

A servant knocked on the door and you jumped. But they only spoke from the privacy of its closing.

“Would you like to dine with the prince tonight?” asked a light, female voice.

“With Loki? No thank you!” you said.

 You were not in the mood to deal with him now. The wedding, or attempt at a wedding, was done. The course of your adrenaline was done, and you felt too tired. He was not going to bat at you like a toy for him to torment. Or let him ask questions you weren’t ready to answer. Ready to deal with.

“Well, would you like a tray delivered?” she asked.

“Uh…yes…” you replied.

“One shall be brought to you,” she confirmed.

After taking a moment to soak up that warm tub, you emerged and dried yourself. A robe was made available-silky and golden. Once you went out to your bedroom, you peeked through the curtains to see it was now dark. There was a sky full of stars littered across the sky. Like sparkles on diamonds. You felt your breath stop at its beauty. On the bed was laid a nightgown- a long, light pink dress with long sleeves. There were even silk ribbons tied into a bow at the collar. Far silkier than the cotton ones you lived in when you were sick and far prettier. It was hard not to feel princess like as you put it on inside the palace.

The servants brought a large dinner over to you on a tray. There was even wine brought up to you so strong, you could only sip a little of it at a time. Only half of that meal and you were stuffed to bursting. As your dinner digested, you enjoyed a glass as you admired the stars. It was strong enough, that it washed away your worries about what you read-about this horrid possibility of Will’s. And soon you crashed asleep onto the soft bed.

When you awoke the next morning, the sun shone through the curtains like melted gold. Out the window, you saw a city like no other. How…beautiful it all looked. Opposite of what you thought Asgard would be like. You gasped to see two planets floating in the sky. Like they would kiss the ground, yet they didn’t.

It wouldn’t do to stay inside. For your insistence to not be treated like a prisoner, you were about to turn your room into a prison. No Loki influence needed. You had slept well-you were refreshed and re-energized- even to deal with him.

They brought you a gown of green. Perhaps it quoted him. But how…strange it felt! Silky and long and flowy! Where was a shift? Petticoats? Corset? Stockings? Buttons? Gloves? Hats? No-the servants brought you none of those. Those weren’t part of Asgardian fashion. It felt wrong, it felt out of place. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even if it felt odd to wear them. Though…they were comfortable. And light to walk in, too. As you walked out, they took you to a dining hall. You were seated on the side of the table as plates arrived. In strolled the swaggering footsteps of the prince Loki.

“Good morning-and don’t you look lovely, Y/N.”

There was no one else arriving. You looked around nervously.

“Where is a chaperone?” you asked.

“We don’t have every move of a young woman being constantly watched here,” he said.

“So, I must eat with you and be with you unchaperoned?” you asked.

“You will be fine…we have another coming up. No one is going to take advantage of the honored guest of the palace…” he said.

He sat himself onto the chair next to you. You felt as if a bird was flying around in your stomach. He did lean closer, with that same smirk.

“Rest well Y/N?” he asked.

“I…I did…” you admitted.

You went over and sat at dinner with them. Though as you passed, a strong, metallic smell caught your nose. Loki’s eyes glimmered as you turned your head. There was a servant carrying several brushes and a can of grey paint. They walked by and then vanished into the next hall.

“What…what’s going on? Is everyone in Asgard a painter?” you asked.

“Oh…you are not the only guest here. There is someone else…a troubled gentleman. It seems that painting on walls right now is his consolation. But! We do have another guest joining us…perhaps. He does love a good party. Might still be sick.”

There was the sound of footsteps.

“Ah. Here he is,” Loki smiled.

In walked another gentleman clad in more strange clothes. He had a red leather jacket and a red cap over his head with dark pants. Beneath his cap was a head full of beautiful ginger curls. Though he had a smirk on his face, there was a dagger to his side. He plopped himself on the chair.

“Did you rest well…unless you’re still drunk,” said Loki.

“To your shock, I stayed here last night. And only went to one tavern,” the stranger retorted.

He picked up an orange from the table and began to peel it with his dagger. Though something was undeniable- he had long, curly auburn hair, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes. His face, his hair, his eyes…it seemed you never left Will.

“Oh, I should introduce you both- Y/N, meet his royal highness, Prince Henry…” Loki began.

“Bosom companions call me Hal. And my brothers call me Harry,” he said.

“You might know him from your time as his majesty Henry the Fifth,” Loki continued.

You almost dropped your fork.

“Henry the Fifth! The warrior king who won Agincourt!?”

“What is Agincourt?” Hal asked.

You backed down. Loki did say he was a prince- so he was not the king yet.

“And Hal, meet the beautiful, generous, and charming Y/N.”

You bobbed your head in greeting and Hal smiled and acknowledged it. But your yes darted between them, astonished.

“It’s not polite to gape, Y/N.” Loki said.

“I know but…Hal, I’m so sorry. You look a little…familiar…” you apologized.

“Oh, yes. We’re all supposed to look alike, my lady. The reason- we’re all apparently variants,” Hal replied.

You widened your eyes. Loki waved his hands, explaining.

“My variants- variants of me across time, across space. Yet each becomes different people, makes different choices and even take on different looks. Well, at least, in their hair! Why do you think Hal and I resemble your dear vicar so much?”

“A vicar? Dear lord and lady, may I ask-what is a vicar?” Hal asked.

“He’s a priest, he’s my…my fiancée,” you explained.

But soon you’d have to return…but why were you dreading it? Dreading completing the marriage?

“Why is a priest getting married? I thought they never could!” Hal asked.

“Oh, dear. Your country is still entirely Catholic. Your split and the ability for priests to marry won’t happen for another good century…” you reasoned.

“The church shall split! Fie-who would ever imagine!” Hal cursed.

 Loki laughed with a toothy grin. Hal still looked with a tilted head and hypnotized eyes. He would ask more, but you would have to discuss the four hundred years of events later. You took a napkin to your lips and wiped off your mouth.

“Why are you gathering your variants?” you asked.

“It’s not to have a good drink and celebrate…if only it could be,” Hal cut in.

Loki’s eyes hardened. He folded his hands and looked at you.

“Because a war is coming, Y/N.”

You paused.

“A…a war?”

“Wars between worlds. Between planets,” Loki said.

“And you are gathering your variants because of this war?”

“Precisely.”

Hal wiped off the orange peel from his dagger and set it aside it. He tore apart the fruit, chewing on it solemnly. He leaned in his seat and kicked his feet on the table.

“Then why haven’t you kidnapped Will and brought him here instead?” you questioned.

“You looked like you needed help…. desperate help. Far more than he did. Think of your wedding day- you were crying for it. Begging for someone to take you away.”

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say one thing aloud- remember! What are you going on about?” you insisted.

He then looked up. Hal raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“When I arrived, you didn’t look particularly happy at your wedding,” he replied.

“Most marriages I know of aren’t for love, Loki,” Prince Hal suggested.

You curled a fist on the table.

“It was for love! I love Will! I do! More than anything! And I wanted to marry him!”

The letters. The blonde hair and grey coat of her-the one who chose with Will to uproot you. The hot, stifling wedding dress. The words of the mothers around you. The oppressive smell of incense and candles. Will in a tuxedo. You felt your stomach sour at the memories. Perhaps you only saw the letters. They were a dream. A vision. Or they were old letters. But…part of you knew the truth. You didn’t want to face it. You realized you were looking forward to this. One more minute away from your fiancée, another minute of hoping, another minute he was your faithful Will. To dream. To give into the illusion of hope and the peace it brought.

But right now, you didn’t feel peaceful.

“Not want. Wanted. Was there a change?” Hal asked innocently.

“It was just…It was because…because…I…” you began to mutter.

They looked at you. Faces so much like his. Eyes like his. It was too much. You felt tears well up. Then you pulled yourself from the table.

“Excuse me gentlemen-I’ve had enough. I need to go,” you excused yourself.

You ran down the hall. You felt yourself crying despite yourself. You didn’t want to seem like a hysterical, emotional, irrational woman in front of these men. You took one of the long sleeves of your dress and wiped them. Wondering if there was one corner to be left alone.

Then there was a booming, deep voice, and heavy footsteps so loud it made you stop your tracks.

“Brother! Where is she? Where have you been hiding her!?  I must meet her!” the deep, masculine voice announced excitedly.

In ran an incredible specimen of a man. He was only barely taller than Loki and Hal, but he was ginormous with ripped, bulky muscles and bright blonde hair and blue eyes. You looked up like him. Then he smiled with the enthusiasm of a rather friendly bear.

“Why! There she is! The woman from Midgard! Our guest!” he cried in his theatrical baritone.

He went up to you and wrapped you in a hug, picking you up like you were made of paper and giving you a hug that crushed your bones. You gasped from the contact from both a stranger and a man! Then he set you down.

“Hello there! You are this Y/N, right?!” he checked.

“Yes! Yes, I am! But sir- we-we haven’t been introduced!” you insisted.

“Oh, right! I am Thor- Prince and Future king of Asgard and God of Thunder, of course!” he laughed, hands on his hips. Oh, how his laugh itself was like thunder and echoed down the castle!

“It is nice to meet you too, sir!” you replied. His joy was infectious.

You heard two footsteps right before you heard Loki and Hal run up to you.

“Ah. I’ve seen you met my brother,” Loki commented.

Thor continued, gesturing to the tall marble columns.

“But Y/N, I SHOULD take you on a grand tour! I gave one to Hal and I should give one for you! Asgard is a beautiful place here- would you like that?!”

You nodded, “yes, I would. But I’m…I’m just a little…a little frazzled. I only arrived yesterday.”

“Hm, yes. That is understandable. But do not hesitate to ask me should you need it, little mortal Y/N! I’m sure you would love it!” he added.

You held your hands and began to fiddle with your thumbs. It would be very boring here. You had to have something to do this week.

“But…could you show me to the gardens? And is there a library here? I do like to read,” you said.

Thor lit up.

“Ah! Yes, of course! I shall show you the way! The garden’s mother’s domain but you can go there any time! And the library! I’ll take you there right away! And I’ll tell you ALL about the history of Asgard!”

He offered his arm, and you took it, walking by him as he chatted away. Hal folded his arms and laughed a little. But you did notice Loki scowling slightly.

It was hard to sleep that night. You found you struggled to drift off. You tossed and turned constantly. Then you finally got out of bed. With a large sigh, you got out of bed. You wrapped a blanket as a shawl and wandered over to the library. You still remembered the way; your ears were still ringing from Thor’s excited chatter.

Though as you walked down the halls, you heard footsteps. You kept turning. You saw no one, but that didn’t mean there was no one there. But you could almost hear a grunt. Then as you turned-there was a flicker. A figure-in the dark! Your heart picked up. Clutching the blanket, you hurried over to the library and shut the door behind.

It was incredibly warm. The fireplace crackled and it smelled old, musty-safe. To think even in another universe, people (and gods) still loved books and stories and knowledge, too.

But as you turned around, you saw no one else on the red seat by the fire than the prince himself-that is, Prince Loki. With a hardcover on his lap. He looked up but did not jump. He only smiled.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Good evening…what are you doing here?” you asked.

“It’s a late night and without the solace of sleep, I have the solace of books.”

You didn’t want to admit it was the same as you. You only walked forward, going to a book you noticed on the mantle of the fireplace. You opened one book, and to your surprise it was full of writing. Writing about Loki:

“Loki is the handsomest god.

Loki is the most charming god.

Loki is interesting.

Loki is gorgeous.

Loki is flawless.

Loki is a fierce warrior.

Loki is the best lover in bed.”

Scowling, you slammed it shut. But you heard the slight stifle of a laugh from behind. You turned around.

“I would rather not spend it reading about your praises like it was scripture,” you hissed.

“We do have stories here. I’m not as full of myself as you think,” he replied.

“You’ve done very little to prove it,” you dismissed.

He softened his gaze.

“Y/N…are you having trouble sleeping? How come? Is something…something troubling you?”

The letters. The letters. The letters.  But he…he wouldn’t understand. After all, it was Will’s variant, and it was pure luck he chose to whisk you away instead. Maybe another face about to laugh at you.

“I’m…I’m not ready to talk about it. Much less with you,” you answered.

“Very well then. Y/N…there is something here-a special drink. It has a little magic in it, and it helps with sleep…should I ring for a servant to bring one to you?”

“I…uh…yes. Yes, it would be,” you replied.

You didn’t want to be the one he beat every time. But it would be foolish to refuse his help. He fetched a servant outside the door for the drink. Soon, there was a chalice with a dark purple drink inside. It smelled like fruit and had the consistency of wine.

“This should help you, Y/N darling…and of all the books here.”

His curled black head looked around at the shelves.

“This one! I recommend this one.”

He gave you a small black one.

“Should I trust your taste?” you asked.

“It’s not about me. Unless you would like to read that too. Should change your mind about me.”

You said nothing but accepted the book. You got the chalice in your other hand, but before you tuned out, you went to him.

“Loki…I thought I heard something. I thought I heard someone going around right before I got inside. Someone’s…someone’s sneaking around! It could be an enemy…or…or something!”

He let out a half smile and put his hands in his pockets.

“Aren’t you concerned?” you asked.

Loki let out a half-laugh, “oh- must be him again! Old habits die hard! I’ll have a chat with him- he doesn’t mean to scare. Don’t give me that face, Y/N! Here-I’ll escort you to your rooms.”

As you turned around and returned to your room, you realized you forgot to ask who ‘he’ was. Shrugging it off, the drink was semi-sweet like milk. You felt it lull you into a deep sleep quickly.

The week was very quiet and eventless. Though Thor did give you a grand tour of the castle and even some of the city of Asgard. You got to observe court in session a few times and you were introduced to the king and queen. King Odin was only polite. But Frigga was warm and curious about you. Often, she would be in her gardens and would ask you every question about Midgard one could ask. You ate your meals. You went to the gardens and the libraries. Even Hal, when not nursing a hangover, asked you questions about what would happen to England. Before you knew it, seven days were done. Thor, Hal, Loki and you had gathered in the hall.

“Do you have everything?” Loki asked.

You nodded, your wedding dress and clothes in a box for you to take home. You insisted to not get rid of your old clothes. You were dressed in a pink dress that flowed down you like a sunrise. Even Hal nodded and smiled at it.

“I’m sure you would have loved the taverns here. I already found and filtered the best one, Y/N!”

“No thank you-but I appreciate the thought,” you dismissed.

“May your travels be swift, and safe, little mortal!” Thor wished.

“Very good. I will miss your company, my dear.” Loki said.

You gave him a scowling frown. Loki only smiled back, unfazed by your look.

“See you next month, Y/N,” he wished as he snapped his fingers.

There was a rustle of golden light. The castle and the men disappeared within its mist.

 Suddenly, you realized you were back. You were in the middle of Aldwinter-your home. Yet how…ordinary and plain those white houses looked in comparison. Rather than the marble floors, beneath you were the dirt streets. Instead of a sunny day where the sky showed two planets, there were only grey clouds. It was starting to rain, and the dirt was turning to mud, staining the end of your skirt. You fled to your house before you could get the worst of it.

You knocked on the door. Your parents ran forward with a shout. They both embraced you at once.

“Y/N! What are you doing?! And what in heavens name are those clothes?!” your mother questioned.

“Dear heavens! We should have believed you! I’m…I’m sorry my girl,” your father apologized.

“It’s alright. I forgive you. I forgive you all…” you said, hugging them back.

Your father had run out to alert Will. Mother raised an eyebrow at the pink dress. Though she led you into the parlor and sat you down, insisting on a blanket for warmth. She looked at your dress curiously. You didn’t have the usual parts of dress you were used to, but it had a long skirt and long sleeves and was by all accounts appropriate.

Father returned with Will-both soaking wet from dashing out in the rain. The news of your return seemed to make them forget to grab an umbrella. Will’s dark sweater clung to him, his curly hair dampened from the storm and clinging to his face. They set you down and fixed you tea and biscuits. Will grabbed two in his large hand and stuffed them in his mouth.

 You explained to them everything that happened.

“I dined with him in a palace. I had my own room. I met Thor, Frigga, Odin, and even Henry the Fifth himself- alive. I know I sound mad-but I am serious. And after the wedding, all of you should know I am serious.”

 They nodded; glad you were unhurt. They asked questions. You spent so much time talking that the sky soon became dark.  Will gave you a kiss on the hand and said his goodbyes-no word on when the wedding could be rescheduled. You returned to your old room after dinner. As you got back into your old familiar nightgown, your mother entered the room. She patted your bed for you both to sit on it beside her. She rubbed her hands nervously.

“Now Y/N…tell me. You can tell me and be honest. You don’t need to fear pleasing your father or William right now. Did this Loki…Did he…force himself on you?” she asked.

“No,” you answered plainly.

“Did you lie in bed with him?” she pressed further.

“No! I’d never do that! He didn’t lay a hand on me,” you insisted.

She let out a deep breath, but her eyes never faltered.

“I am glad. But Y/N, you went to the house of another man. You stayed there though you are still…still engaged to another. Whatever may or may not have happened, there will be talk, you know…” she warned.

“I understand…but I will tell William. I know he’ll believe me and Mother…I only…I…”

The lie sputtered out of you.

“I was feeling unwell. And I was worried about Loki, was all. We will reschedule the wedding.”

She embraced you and kissed the side of your head.

There was a glimmer of hope. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. No- not William. Not Will. Not Will who confided of his secret swims in the ocean. Not Will who you sat beside as each person lined up and presented their yearly tithes to him. Not Will who was good with children and spoke of wanting to be a father someday. Not Will who pet his dog and whistled for him to return with a wagging tail. No- it was a misunderstanding.

Yes, it was a misunderstanding. You didn’t see anything- just some papers. Maybe it was long over, even. He did write-it could be a novel, perhaps. Maybe it was just a small infatuation that faded. He knew what the right thing to do was- he studied and preached the Bible after all.

Or he would…would have ended things. Something felt but never acted on. Or a vision of your wedding nerves projected to where your imagination ran wild. Or maybe…Loki! He must have planted them to fool you into running into the god’s arms!

Scoundrel, you cursed silently.

But sleep was hard to achieve that night. And the few nights after that. And no Asgard medicine to help. When you did manage to fall on the third night, you awoke the next day very early-while it was still dark. And you could not fall back asleep. Your mind racing despite those thoughts of hope.

Maybe you needed some air. Especially as the sun was still rising. The grey clouds made their journey over the pink-orange sky.  Wrapping yourself warm in a shawl, making sure there were slippers on your feet. You walked outside and you sighed with the beautiful, crisp air of the morning and the sound of the ocean. The kiss of a spring morning. You did miss this place, after all! You went down to some of the woods and its walking path- a carved pathway through the grass. The sound of birds and squirrels and animals stirring through the trees comforted you.

Sometimes you saw a rabbit darting across. You heard the grass bend and itch against your bare legs. You missed the shade of the leaves and everything. The smell of the wind and feeling the sun made it warm as it rose. It greeted as it peeked over the horizon. Now that it was confirmed no Serpent was slithering, you could walk about in peace. Maybe it was another trick of Loki’s. Maybe even he himself was the Serpent in the first place, the villain! Despite the heaviness and fog of lack of sleep, you found yourself at peace.

You knew the marshes and fields were not too far away. It felt nice-perhaps you would just drink strong coffee when you returned. That along with the air would make you feel more awake.  You found a path full of beautiful wildflowers growing free, and you began to pluck them. What a nice little bouquet it would make. You kept an eye out for any blue ones- gifts for Stella to press into books. You went over, gathering them. You went along it like it was a path-just as you once did as a little child. It did feel good to be a child every now and then.

You thought you saw one blue one growing, right near where the fields started. What good luck! You walked over there, bent to pick it up. You heard the beating of wings of the bird above you. Out of instinct, you turned your head up.

 You shouldn’t have looked.

There was William- extremely handsome as always. His white shirt was open. His tan coat. The sight would make you giggle and grin with swooning love and even lust.

Usually.

But he was with Cora, dressed in red.

They were embracing. She grabbed his face and kissed him in the field.

You felt your heart begin to race and your stomach turning, the shock making you see stars on the fields of your vision. You felt as if you were stabbed in your stomach. Your throat turned into a lump. You watched as he kissed her back. They kept on kissing. And kissing. Him. Your William. Your Will. You paused as you watched in horror, blinking, rubbing your eyes- realizing what you were seeing wasn’t a vision. But real. Would…would this be a prank of Loki’s? It had to be. You looked around.

But it struck you. The truth you didn’t want to face. And here it was right before you.

William was having an affair. He was unfaithful to you.

You were so filled with utter grief and shock that you couldn’t move. You couldn’t take another step forward.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to barrel yourself forward. You wanted to take your fingernails and claw it into Cora’s pale face. Until bloody scratches ruined her lovely face. To rip out each golden strand of hair on her head. To pluck out her small eyes with your bare hands. To punch and slap her round, ivory face until it bruised. You wanted to strangle William where he was. To run on him and punch his handsome face as tears ran down your face. Or find a stone and finish the deed until he was nothing but a handsome, bloody corpse on a field.

No-that was being a typical, hysterical, emotional overreacting woman.  And you still on the spot. Then, turning away, you immediately began to run. Yes- run like your Will used to like to do.

Only he was not your Will. Not anymore. He would never be your Will.

You ran so hard you nearly tripped over some rocks on the ground. You caught yourself on the trunk of a tree. You hugged it and then sank down to the dirt. You let yourself cry. You rolled yourself into fetal position, hugging your legs, and sobbed so hard you were gasping for breath.

You rushed back home and immediately ran up to your room. You fell on the floor again. Your heart racing. Trying to forget it, but not able to. Not letting yourself even cry. Crying meant someone would knock. Someone would ask what was wrong. And having to tell someone what had happened. But one thought made you feel sick again.

They were probably doing more than just kissing by now.

If he acted like this when you were engaged…how would he act when you were married? You should break it off now. You wanted to break it off. But… If you broke it off…it would mean your reputation as a woman would be tarnished. It happened to a girl named Jane who lived in the next town and now she was labeled as forever ruined and unmarriageable. There was enough talk for it to sweep from her place to here.

But how…how could you marry a man who was unfaithful? Which was it? Damned if you did, damned if you didn’t.

You had to talk to him. Had to discuss it soon. Confront him.

You sat in a daze all day. Speaking to no one. Only saying “yes” or “sure,” to your parents. Not speaking of what you saw. Your parents flitted around you, chatting about perhaps rescheduling the wedding and what might happen. To make sure it was soon so it would be done and there would be no interruptions. It was at noon when you said to your mother you both were embroidering.

“Could I…could I talk to Will? In private?” you voiced.

“Not in his house, Y/N!” father dismissed.

“I know but…I just…want to have a word with him…”

“Only if you both are walking.”

Walking. Walking like you used to. Only now, he walked with…with…with…No. You didn’t feel like walking with him today. Not when you knew he would rather be with.

And you were the one to permit his searches with her! You encouraged him to dance with her when you were sick! You practically threw him in her direction! How could you have been so stupid? You swallowed back another tear as you kept embroidering.

Your mother then turned to you.

“We will meet with Reverend Ransome to see about rescheduling dates. Tomorrow is Sunday, Y/N. You will sit in the front row, as always. Won’t you? There will be a luncheon and the other women will discuss your duties as a rector’s wife more in detail. They’ll let you know everything,” she announced.

You thought since William was a priest, he would be a faithful man. But how did the horrible truth of how the world worked not show you in its face?

Yes, he was a priest…but he was also a man. And men were free to take who they wanted when they wanted. And it was women who had to stay behind, make every sacrifice, and do every bit of work back for them. It was men who had romance and valor and glory while women suffered in silence at their expense.  

And when night arrived, you still couldn’t sleep. Your parents snored safely in their own rooms without a care in the world. Past midnight, you couldn’t take it. You got up and dressed. You put on a warm coat for the night’s chill.

You had to see him. You had to talk to him alone.

 You went over to his house and knocked on the reverend’s door. William opened it up, warm and handsome in his dark sweater as always.

“Y/N, what are you doing up so late?” he asked.

“I could say the same of you…Could I…could I speak to you, Will? I wanted to speak to you alone. But I couldn’t find a minute of privacy today,” you blurted.

“Yes, of course!” he said.

He led you in. This small, dark brown house. The house that was going to be your house. No- his house. For once you married, everything that was yours would become his. His house. His property. And his money. If he wanted to spoil Cora with his money-money that could be used to provide for you and any children from the marriage- he could. And any money you made for yourself would go to him to spoil Cora more. None for your own- it was the law for a married woman. And if he wanted to run off with Cora and not leave you a penny, he could. As a man, he legally could. Your foundation was as broken as your heart.

With those thoughts, you both sat at his table, the light just over his head. He smiled warmly and in ignorance. The dog went up, tail wagging, to greet you. You scratched his soft head until the dog sat by you. You noticed papers with an open book about theology on it.

“No wonder you’re still awake. You work too hard,” you commented.

“Had to revise my sermon until it was right. What can I say- my job is a serious one. I take my own position and my place in the town seriously.”

But not seriously enough, you thought. Will, do you understand the scandal that would erupt if I were to tell one person right now? This is a small town. News gets around quick. People like nothing more than talking.  All I need to do is tell one person, and your reputation and Cora’s and even mine too are done for, you thought.

But you held your lips shut. You wanted to do this. Here you were at last. So why was it so hard?

You squirmed in the chair, then let out a deep breath. Try to think of any way you could approach this subject. He sat across from you.

“I understand that it’s part of your ministry. I respect that. Your family didn’t approve of your choice to join the seminary…now here you are…and it’s…it’s fragile…” you began.

He took your hand. You once melted into the touch. And you should. You did in a way. But now…seeing the grass. The marsh. The field. The early morning. The red dress and blonde hair. The tan coat. The kisses.

You let out another deep breath and continued.

“I’m sorry I made that bargain with Loki. I know it would hurt you. But I wanted to be alive…for you. Don’t you understand? I did it for us, our marriage…and you…”

“I’m sorry-I should admit, I don’t understand what it is to be dying,” William admitted, keeping your hand in his. Two large hands overpowering your own.

“It will be a challenge…. I know what I signed up for when I agreed to marry you. That it was a calling for me as much as it was for you. To look after the town by your side. To represent God as best as I could. To be the leader among women, a role model, an example…William, do you even understand the immense pressure it takes to be the wife of a clergyman? To have every eye watching me every minute? That I must prove to be a godly, good, upright woman to everyone every day and to be-be…”

To be perfect. Perfect for you, you wanted to add on. Yet you could not.

He smiled. Such kindness. That was what made it worse. If he was cruel, wicked, unfeeling man to you all the time, it would make hating him easier. It would make confronting him easier.

“And I don’t doubt you will live up to them…you need only be yourself. I’ll talk to them.”

Then he put a finger to his lips and smiled. You raised your eyebrows.

“I have a gift for you, Y/N…”

You felt a little nauseous when he turned around. Perhaps it was a book. A book on faith he loved and found fascinating. A book that you would use as a vicar’s wife to show your great understanding, to the ideal woman in town everyone looked up to and admired because of your husband. Perhaps a small piece of jewelry like on your birthday. Something beautiful and shining and perfect- like you had to be.

 No-it was worse.

 They were flowers. Wildflowers. Wildflowers you saw in the forest, wrapped up in a red ribbon. The flowers you recognized in the valley. The valley you saw him betray you for Cora.

“I know how much you love flowers, Y/N,” he said.

He brought them to you. But you froze, looking at you. You felt heavy and dull, a slight buzzing in your ears. Your heart raced up. You couldn’t take them.

“You…. you don’t like them?” he asked.

You blinked, and then took your head. You forced a smile on your face.

“Oh, no! I love them. I do!” you said with the pretense of the old you. The you that didn’t know.

You took them, smelled them, and then set them down.

“How were things this week while…while I was gone?” you asked.

“Same old things, you know. Everyone managed to find the whale carcass discussed,” he answered. He kept smiling with his blue eyes alight.

“Then there should be a little relief…your search for consecration is done…”

“Oh, and Mrs. Seaborne!”

You froze in your tracks. He said her name right before you. You were just sitting, but your heart began to pound fast. Your stomach turning sick again. The words, the nice, quiet version of that phrase, “William, I saw you both kissing and found letters. Are you having an affair with her?” were there. But that couldn’t be said. He spoke more.

“Mrs. Seaborne accepted the evidence with grace. She is a magnificent woman, and she-she has suffered so much through her life, but she is learning to enjoy her life again!”

Yes. She is learning to enjoy life again. By taking away yours. Knowingly. Willingly.

And the audacity this man had to sing her praises to your face. You looked down at the table, at the flowers. But you heard him chat on.

“She is…an interesting woman…” you mumbled.

“She told me of how she grew up…” William continued.

How long of this could you take. All the praise. All the laudations. All hailing Cora Seaborne as a queen. A pedestal to beat you with. Something you could never attain, never reach.  A joke waiting to be made in Will’s altar and bed. Because you would never be her. Because you would never be perfect- you would never be Cora.

“And to think, for years, they tried to train her and teach her to be a lady! She does so much to free herself of what ladies should do and be!”

You could practically see her before you. Smiling smugly. Ready to grab your beloved’s face and kiss him before you again and again and again. Wiping her superiority in your face.

You also saw the bitter irony. You had to be the proper vicar’s wife. Cora was the wild, spirited, unconventional woman. And yet it was Cora William preferred. Another person you had to force yourself to become. Another role to play. Because you own self wasn’t enough for William. Your own self was too boring. Too imperfect.

If you were imperfect, let you be imperfect. If you were a demon to Cora’s angel, so be it. If you were a monster, a hag, a freak, an abomination to Cora’s beauty, then so be it. If you were the bad to Cora’s good, you would go down as the absolute worst.

You looked at Will. He was smiling and leaning down to pet his dog. You were breathing fast. Your false smile dropped.

The words boiled in you. Before rationality, before self-control, and your better judgement could stop you, the words boiling inside you overflowed as he leaned down.

“Cora isn’t a lady- she’s a cunt.” You said.

He blinked rapidly, jumping up. His eyes squinted, making sure you said what you said. The aftertaste of the word felt bittersweet. Freeing.

“What did you say?” he repeated softly.

The cruel, harsh words- the cruelest, harshest words you ever heard yourself capable of- poured out of you- a dam long contained. You felt the cold fury in your own voice.

“Cora Seaborne is a cunt, and a bitch…”

You squared him in the eye, your gaze hardening.

“And a whore.”

[wishitweresummer]

Candy Game (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 1663

(Next part is here!!)

((This is part of Sap’s Tickle Games!!))

(Sleepy-anon wrote two ficlets based on this, lee!Dream —-> check it out! - warning it has slight angst and restraints! lee!George —> check it out!)

It hadn't been long since Dream and George found out Sapnap was especially weak to tickle games. George had pried the information out after finding Dream tickling him to bits with the The Claw. Sapnap still had it in the back of his mind days later. It was the first time somebody had teased him that way since he was an actual child. It was enough that butterflies would come fluttering into his tummy everytime he thought about it. He hoped with everything that Dream and George would just forget about it.

Of course they hadn't, though. Actually, they had gone behind his back to scheme together about it. They googled tickle games and did some flustering research, and now there was a list in Dream's notes on his phone of tickle games to try on Sapnap. Tonight, they would jump him and force him to play the Name Ten Game.

~•~

     "I hate you both.", Sapnap fumed. Dream was perched on top of him again, but this time George was holding down his arms and smirking above him, too. He wished he could reach up and wipe that dumb upside-down face right off.

"This one is going to be a bit more fair actually. If you can play it correctly and win then you'll barely even be tickled.", Dream said. The two above him exchanged an evil smile.

"No, I'm not playing.".

"Fine, then we'll just tickle you normally and stop when we want. No big deal.". George released one of Sapnap's wrists and Dream snatched it before George got punched. The Brit's evil fingers descended into Sapnap's open underarm quickly. The younger squealed loudly and bucked under the hold.

"Nono NOO!! Okayyy!!!".

George and Dream got Sapnap situated in their pin again while he giggled away, hilariously flustered by George's attack. He knew he would be forced to play some game that would make him look like a child and now couldn’t shake his butterflies for the life of him. His ears burned as they grinned at him knowingly.

"Alright it's simple. I'm going to tap on your collarbone while you try to name ten things of whatever I pick. Like, if I say name ten cars, then you have to try and come up with ten cars while I'm tickling you. With collarbone pokes.". Dream gave one poke to show what he meant and Sapnap gasped at the feeling.

‘Oh no…’, his mind swirled with panic.

"So ten cars?", Sapnap asked slowly, already desperately trying to think of them and cringing at how hard it was in this flustered state.

"No. I'm gonna tell you the category right before I start.".

"And...we are gonna count your mistakes.", George added quickly. That wasn't actually part of the game, but George couldn't help himself.

     Sapnap let out a shaky breath as he looked between the two. He was nervous that any response would kickstart the game. Dream started it on his own.

"Name ten different candy bars! Go!". The game begins. Sapnap sputtered as Dream's fingers tapped and poked purposefully on his ticklish collarbones. Left. Right. Left. Right. His head tilted down and the giggles bubbled out of him.

"Heh-heh-Hershey's!". He scrunched up and giggled harder, already sounding crazy.

"One!", George cheesed. A loud laugh barked out of Sapnap.

"Snickers!", the word burst out of him, ironically. "Two!". Dream's pace quickened a little, but stayed steady as he tapped and poked across his collarbone now. He found more sensitive points along it and teased them especially. Sapnap was lost in his giggles, only growing more frantic by the second. A few squeaks rushed out at Dream's exploration and his cheeks burned in embarrassment. George coo'ed obnoxiously.

     Sapnap's head tilted down as he snickered and giggled, but then he suddenly threw it back with louder laughter, the tickles driving him wilder by the second. Dream smiled and felt along the part of his collarbone that was making him crazy.

"Re-reh-re...", he faltered, then giggled hysterically and thrashed against the hold. "Stop it!!!", he cried.

"That's not a candy bar! Mistake numero uno!", George giggled with delight.

"Reese's!!!".

"That's three, seven more to go!", Dream spoke encouragingly. Seeing Sapnap so flustered was fun. His little raspy giggles were adorable.

"Kit-Kat! TWIX!", he shrieked the words and it surprised Dream, throwing him a little. The tickling stopped as he wheezed at the outburst. George snickered.

"Well, that's five.". Dream soon settled down, grinning at George. They both looked downright evil.

"Now we amp things up a little.", George informed him smugly. He moved the arms under his knees and Sapnap shook his head wildly.

"Nonono!!!". Dream nodded and crawled his hands down, now delivering the harsh pokes to his rib cage. George took his place at the collarbone and his skinnier fingers were maddening. He was also significantly meaner with faster pokes and went to work right away searching for the sensitive spots he had seen Dream tease.

Sapnap hiccuped and then sunk into crazed laughter, not able to form any words. His face burned brightly as he kicked at the ground helplessly. He felt so small. The other two watched him with fond smiles as he lost himself to the tickles. Too flustered by the game. Soon, he was cackling. Decidedly, not going to win.

The tickle torture went on for a while even though it was very clear Sapnap wasn't getting further into the game. When some incoherent begging started to slip out, they finally relented.

"You lose!", George announced and they took their hands off of him. He just laid there panting, face red and his hair a mess. Sapnap's giggles were so sweet and the two almost felt bad for what would come next. "So...one mistake. Obviously we have to punish you for the mistake.", George barreled on anyway, slipping into a teasy tone. "Five minutes of tickle tickle tickles for every mistake, right Dweam?". Dream snorted. Sapnap whimpered and turned his face into his arm as his blush darkened and creeped down his neck. George had made up the new rule without any input from Dream, but he was playing along anyway.

"Actually, it's ten minutes.". Sapnap whined. They ignored him. George started to spider his fingertips against Sapnap's arms above his armpits, sending him into a giggly panic. He squeaked and giggled, squirming under the two as they discussed him like he wasn't there.

"We could split the difference, make it fifteen.", George grinned wider as Dream wheezed.

"Shut up!!!". The two argued playfully, throwing numbers back and forth. The whole time, George was tickling him with a light touch. Sapnap was beyond gone, just giggling his heart out. He really did feel like a child.

Dream and George leaned together over him and whispered to each other like weirdos. They nodded in some kind of agreement. Some kind of evil agreement.

"No!!!", Sapnap cried out before shrieking with laughter as they jumped right in. George's fingers were so terrible, dancing along his collarbone and feeling the bone. He poked along it relentlessly with his skinnier fingers, and Sapnap was sure he would die. Dream's touch was more playful, but of course that made it worse for Sapnap's newly discovered weakness. His hands had made their way under Sapnap's shirt and they were crawling all the way up his sides, just to jump back down and squeeze them, then they would spider back up...he was a mess. His body was jumping and twisting without his permission. Any hope that he could beg for mercy was washed away with his desperate laughter. All he could do was lay there and laugh himself silly. And he did. Face beet-red, tears trailing down the sides, and the cutest laughter Dream or George had heard from him yet.

     These games really affected him. He gave in to his laughter so easily. Where normally he would struggle against it, trying his best to keep it under control. Trying to find his escape. Now, he just had his eyes squeezed shut as he gave in completely to being hysterical. His legs pattered the ground weakly. His arms barely struggling under George's pin. He would scrunch up when bony fingers found spots on his collarbone that were a little more unbearable. And he would twist when playful one’s wormed knowingly into the most sensitive spots on his sides. But, he had lost his fight. Just shaking with the most childlike wails of laughter. Littered with high pitched squeals. Cutting out a few times, but always bubbling back out of him full force.

     George coo'ed at a particularly adorable screech that tore out of the squirmy boy when he pinched where his shoulder met his neck. It seemed to pull Dream out of his trance. He laughed as he stopped his tickling, actually taking the care to try and rub the ghost tickles away. Sapnap still wiggled like a worm.

"George!", the youngest gasped out, wrecked. George giggled as he lifted his hands away and fixed Sapnap's sweaty hair. The second George released his arms they snapped down and he covered his face. He giggled wildly into his hands. The two above him shared a fond look.

                                         ~•~

     It had taken minutes for Sapnap's giggling to calm down. His blush was still faintly visible for the rest of the night. His feelings of smallness and the playful electricity that tormented him lingered and he forced the other two to cuddle on the couch.

     Sapnap drifted off to sleep nestled between his two best friends with the sound of another friend's stream in the background. He had a soft fistful of George's blanket and Dream's t-shirt that never loosened even after he was gone. It was a little too cute to mess up. The other two gave in and the Dream Team slept on the couch for the night, snuggled together and perfectly comfortable. Always destined to be so together.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[milkybonya]

trust yourself ☆ jeongwoo

order 068, 🐦 anon: large honey milk tea with fresh taro and mango jelly for trsr's jeongwoo

!: a bit of angst here and there because reader is sad :(

#: idol!bf!jeongwoo x gn reader, comfort fluff

[💌: hi anon here you are ! i hope this fic can keep you warm on rainy days even tho its short and not that goodjdjdj!! also trust yourself by balming tiger is so good and so true,, ive added it at the bottom heh]

having a significant other means sharing the good and the bad with them. it means laughing together, crying together, and everything inbetween. yet, having an idol boyfriend is a bit different... at least, it is for you. Jeongwoo is your everything.. so you don't want to hurt him. you close off when you're sad so he won't have to risk his mood being ruined by listening to you vent.

little do you know, his day is ruined when you don't vent. he's your boyfriend, for pete's sake! he gets worried when you close off and he'd rather cry with you than have you shedding tears all alone.

maybe it's because Jeongwoo, and maybe also you, are both so young. maybe you think that he has to be protected because of his young age. maybe it's something else.

Jeongwoo doesn't know.

he rattles his brain in the waiting room for answers after reading and rereading your text to him.

i'm sorry i've been mia, Jeongwoo. things are not so great and i don't want to burden you with that.

why would you be burdening him? why would you think that way?--

"hey, jeongjeong! watchu doin'," Jaehyuk asks Jeongwoo, sliding in beside him on a touch.

"just thinking," Jeongwoo mumbles back.

"about?"

"y/n and how they won't share their sorrows with me because they don't want to burden me."

"ah.. y/n is just really considerate. but i get you.. it's hard to wait so long for a loved one. you don't have to force anything out of them--how about you just do something they love with them to cheer them up?" Jaehyuk explains.

Jeongwoo's eyes light up and he smiles.

"you're right!"

-

"Jeongwoo, 1 minute until camera rehearsals," a staff points out.

"i know! just let me--" Jeongwoo aggressively types out a text to you, telling you to meet him at your favourite café after his schedule is over. he pokes his tongue out as he types, focusing hard.

once it's done, he puts his phone away and joins the other members to prepare to rush on-stage.

meanwhile, you're at home watching the live of the music performance. you've been having such a hard time these days but your boyfriend and his group always make you feel a bit better. treasure are up next and just as they're about to go up, you get a text from Jeongwoo?! isn't he busy right now?!

you read it and smile, knowing that the typos must be from him typing his message to you in such a rush before his stage.

just watching him perform their comeback already fills you with so much joy, so you're giddy as you get changed and rush out to meet your boyfriend at the café. on the way, you hum treasure's songs, walking a little faster than usual and enjoying the warm breeze.

Jeongwoo is already there, still slightly sweaty and makeup+hair still intact as he smiles in your direction.

"y/n!" he stands up, grinning at the sight of you.

you're gorgeous despite your tired frame, and he's so happy to see you that his knees start feeling weak. you feel shy as you run up to hug him, butterflies filling you as his arms wrap around you. his hug is warm and his scent is like home.

"take a seat, i got you your favourite drink," he says, pushing the cup towards you.

you take it and drink, relaxing even more. the two of you are seated by the window and you briefly glance outside, watching as couples walk together.

"what's the occasion, Jeongjeong?" you ask.

"well... i know things haven't been so amazing for you lately. i just wanted to meet you in person to tell you that i love you and i'm rooting for you," he says, only meeting your eyes after he's done talking. he doesn't want to make you feel worse.

the effort he's made for you makes your heart ache, but in the best way possible.

"if you want to talk to me, i'm here. if not, i'm still here. i'll wait for you. and.. i just want you to trust yourself, no matter what's happening. please know.. it's okay to not be alright, and that things will be alright eventually. just take your time, everything will fall into place!"

you have to fight back tears as you reach for Jeongwoo's hands, giving them a big squeeze.

"i really needed to hear that, Jeongwoo. thank you," you say.

Jeongwoo's own lips wobble as he watches you get emotional, and he stares at the ceiling to stop himself from crying.

"hey, you big crybaby! don't cry because of me, i'll get sad.." you whine.

"i'm not crying!" he says, as his lips quiver more intensely.

you laugh, stroking his soft hair and caressing his cheek.

"i just love you, y/n. i won't let this world hurt you, ever." his eyes sparkle as he speaks to you and your heart is filled with warmth.

in that moment you realize that no matter what happens, you can overcome it, because you'll always have at least once person rooting for you.

and one of those people will always be me, dear reader. me, milky. ♡

[cheemken]

👀👀👀👀👀 *sees you reblog fnaf stuff* I KNOW WHAT YOU AREEEEE!!!!! Drayton would boast about being able to beat fnaf without getting jumpscared and then promptly play fnaf 1 and get jumpscared close to 6 AM, let out a very high pitched scream and then fall out of his desk chair~Drayton angst anon💛(who is also a fnaf enjoyer)

FELLOW FNAF FAN OMF CNDMCNDM

Oh definitely, even better I made headcanons abt the og Unova kids and how they'd play fnaf too hahaha

Anyways

Please the fact he'd be all "pfft fnaf? That game's easy."

"bet."

And instantly regrets it he does not like the way Foxy runs no he does not lmfaooo imagine him seeing Foxy run to the office the first time and he legit panics all "WHAT THE FUCK" trying to figure out what to do and ends up getting jumpscared lmfaooo he'd be all "that wasn't fair, I didn't know they could run like that"

"heh, and you said this game was easy"

"course it's easy, there's just a lotta clicking I gotta do, it's tiring"

"yeah, sure, whatever you say lmao"

But like, since I already made hcs abt the Unova kids and how they'd play fnaf might as well make concepts abt the BB E4 hahaha

Anyways, Amarys does not get scared bet, like maybe a sudden jolt if she gets caught off guard but usually when she gets jumpscared she'd just go "oh, I lost." I think she'd be the type to actually try the fangames, looking for a challenge, taking Crispin's words saying the fangames have scarier gameplay and animatronics

She still don't find it scary, she did love the challenge tho hahah

Out of all four of em, she's the closest to ever beat UCN too. And Drayton, being Drayton, was all "well, my sis beat ultimate custom night, so by extension I beat it too"

"hah, yeah right. Taking the credit of others now cause you won't admit it's a hard game?"

"it's not hard, it's just tiring keeping check on all the robots" he'd rather admit he still sleeps w a plushie than to admit to Crispin that he really did find the games a bit hard

Lacey played the VR games and SB, didn't know abt UCN, Crispin made her play UCN, she lost within five seconds lmfao

Bet she'd love fnaf world tho, like Bianca she'd love the cute models of the animatronics more than their actual models hahah I think she'd like the glamrock and toy animatronics bc like,, I think they're the cutest?? Idk, I think she'd like them more than anything else. She had nightmares abt Glitchtrap tho real, refused to go in dark places for an entire month and stopped playing VR bc of it hahaha

Crispin gives off the vibes he really had a fnaf phase and never grew outta it, he always tries to make pizza whenever he plays it or if he watches someone play it, y'know, for the immersion he says hahah but also bet he'd be the type to watch every fnaf theory video out there, especially by pkmn ver of MatPat; the type to think of his own theories, make fanart, bet he listened to the fan songs and still memorized some of them by heart. He's just like me fr—

It would be cute tho if Crispin got Amarys hooked w the lore hahah like him talking abt fnaf and telling her the story so far while she's playing, and ofc she's listening to ever word, even adding her own thoughts. They give off vibes that they'd actually try to decipher a lot of the codes and puzzles in the games, like really going above and beyond to figure out every hidden meaning hahah

I think Amarys would also read the books, Lacey's surprised there are actually books abt it, Drayton didn't bother reading them ofc, Crispin's attention span isn't made for it so he just relies on Amarys for more info abt the lore regarding the stuff within the books and connecting them to the mainline games

And bet when the movie was out Crispin got so fucking excited he invited the E4 and the Kitakami sibs to watch it with him, like he really made a lotta snacks and I know for a fact and it's canon in my heart he screamed when the song at the credits played I just know it hahaha

[momo-t-daye]

@cerise-grenadine asked me for 1, 4, 11, 21, and 27 for the Snapedom AU Ask Game!

1.) Do you have a name and/or a tag and/or a master post for your AU (so I can peruse your blog and admire your creativity)?

I usually remember to tag my AU as: “Self-indulgent AU” here, on Ao3 I have the student years grouped as “Viridian by Volition” and Harry years mostly under “The Godmother”, my master post (more or less in story order and usually updated) is here (and pinned on my blog!)

4.) What your favorite thing about your AU? (Does it make you cackle with glee or do you break your own heart?)

I am very much a cackler rather than an angst-er and thinking about the change in relationship dynamics between my AU!Severus and various other characters— particularly Lily and Tobias and Harry and Sirius— is a good way to make myself cackle.  Especially when I can come up with absurd shenanigans that escalate into chaos and mayhem because Severus isn’t so painfully isolated/hated.

11.) Do you know if Severus going to escape the gravitational pull of the canon narrative/fate in your AU?

I love Snape!lives and one of the fun things for me in playing with AU thoughts is trying to figure out how various changes can cascade in ways that will lead to Severus surviving and getting to deal with the daunting task of living after the war and mission are over, so, yes, the gravitational pull of the canon narrative will be quite strong and some story beats are very clingy (…because it is what I like to build off of and reflect on), but I do expect the changes in interactions/relationships/events to provide sufficient escape velocity!

21.) Is there another canon character that plays a major role in your AU!Snape’s life?  What role do they play and how does it differ from their canon relationship with Snape?

Aside from his parents, Lily, the Marauders, the Malfoys, Voldemort, Dumbledore and Harry, hmm… none with quite as major role in AU!Sev’s life, but Tuney and Tonks both play larger roles in my silly little AU than in canon.  I am fascinated by the Cokeworth years and Tuney was there and she has so much story potential of her own!  Tonks, for her part, is recognized as one of the leading experts on Polyjuice Potion to her exasperation and it is all Severus’ fault (golly, I should get back to writing that…)

27.) Do you have a snippet of prose (or an art piece or a list of headcanons) from your AU that you particularly enjoy and want to share?

Heh heh heh, an excuse to share snippets from “Revising Their Stars” (the title is a bit of a pun, I really like puns and terrible wordplay and maybe that’s obvious) because I’m still happy I managed to do words! Sirius’ POV (post willow incident, but there were consequences in this AU that stymied the escalation that led to SWM):

Snape was hardly a simpleton, but he could leap to conclusions like a rubber frog with springs on. With the way his scrawny body seemed to be trying to meld arse first into the stone wall, he had probably hopped his head right into some dire soup.

(Because frogs can leap, and rubber bounces so a rubber frog could probably cross quite a distance, and once springs get added on even oceans are hardly a barrier; and then there’s the oblique reference to the “boiling frog” urban legend)

Severus Snape had such tar pit eyes. The gaze was dark and inexplicably sticky as he studied Sirius. There was no escape from that sort of stare. … … Severus Snape’s full attention was intoxicating. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, drowning in those lightless eyes. His bones could rest with all the other skeletons buried down there.

(Maybe it’s Legilimency, maybe it’s Maybelline. Unfortunately the geology in the UK doesn’t appear to have anything comparable to the La Brea tar pits, but I liked the idea because tar pits are dark and dangerous and very capable of holding onto skeletons from the past, right?)

[superbattrash]

hiiiii bb!!! for the ask game: 3 and/or 15 💛💛💛

HI MY BEELOVED (heh) ❤️❤️❤️

What’s a fic idea you have but haven’t written yet?

Oh man, too many. My notes app is a chaotic mess of little ideas and snippets, I tell ya. Oh, but I haven’t actually started writing my de-aged Clark fic yet. It’s - you guessed it - Clark getting de-aged and Bruce trying to take care of him while he panics because he can’t understand who this vampire looking dude is or what he’s doing in this creepy cave and where’s his mom and dad? There’s probs gonna be loss of control and maybe nightmare snuggles 🥺 and I’m obviously gonna have to make it pre-relationship so that I can throw angst in there with little!clark asking Bruce who they are to each other and such. Anyway. Yes. That.

Aaaaand are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

You mean besides my annoying use of semi colon and italics? Yeah, sure, I’ve noticed I use “because of course he does/doesn’t” quite a bit. My language is also quite simple (blame English not being my first language for that) and I love the sentence “he’s a lying liar who lies” although I think I’ve only used it twice maybe. Hmm. I do tend to make Bruce very, very autism coded even if he’s not explicitly said to be autistic 😂 hashtag projecting onto the blorbos am I right ladies

Oh, and I love adding stuff like “he probably does, the bastard”, “of course he knows, the asshole”, “he would, the jerk” throughout the internal monologue parts, heh

[prowerprojects]

(Modern Tails anon) Considering there's apparently financial troubles going on with IDW, one has to wonder if the comic lives long enough to see that story one day.

Heh, the funny thing is, he could technically do those things too. Maybe not as well, but a kid fox genius running around with a flamethrower he built being alongside Blaze has to invoke some type of interesting imagery. Same with a stealth mission with Rouge.

I figured, especially with Sonic is one the earliest examples of seeing a video game character having a clear personality. (At least those Origins cutscenes added something more upfront; albeit very late for this decades-long series. But something to refer back to nonetheless.)

I think I've seen that somewhere. The most I know of Tails himself in that continuity is that he and other foxes are from some secret zone and he has grown the title of hero in that village through rather clumsy, but well-meaning antics. Albeit through lying at first.

(Yup, AOSTH Tails even turned an entire truck into a mechanical dragon and handled himself while Sonic was frozen in stone. The most SatAM did was that one episode near the end. I still wonder if the plans for season 3 had gone through, would Tails be looked at a bit differently depending on how it went since his role was supposed to expand greatly.)

Hmm, it's going to depend on how these next set of episodes go. Seeing the other Tailses will likely strike a chord in Nine; but that doesn't fully mean villain arc. Existential crisis, maybe. I expect him more to tap into something hidden within him he didn't notice before. (Probably doesn't help that outside of Sonic and Shadow, we don't know the Prime versions of the characters that well; not great if you don't have at least basic knowledge on Sonic. If Tails did show some "Nine" traits during his early days with Sonic; specifically the trusting and friends part, I think there'd be a fairer grasp of why Tails didn't end up like Nine and why Nine is slowly resembling the original Tails. This applies to the other counterparts too, not just his alone.) Heh, never doubt the power of a fandom has when they catch the slightest bit of angst fuel from any character. And missing the nuances that come with grey/neutral characters. (Trust me, I'd love to see Tails let loose some raw, unbridled emotion that could have you think about his morality or sense of justice, but in the right context. Something I don't see Prime fully committing to, whether they DO go through with it.)

Two intelligent scientific minds, separated by different upbringings and how they apply their emotions to their logic, but still learning about how the world works and defy said logic through personal experience. All while seeking approval and praise. Lots of potential there.

There was another Sonic Channel story last year that basically said the same thing about their bond. One being "they have something that goes beyond trust", that "they know what the other needs without having to speak". (Also, their dynamic breaks some the typical tropes you see with 'hero-sidekick'. Like, the latter has the base of operations, not the former. Also, it is not funny and wholesome that Sonic considers this baby fox that attached himself to a younger him the biggest source help he could have ever hope for?)

Honestly I'm not very knowledgeable on how this whole deal works, so I won't say anything on the matter. I wonder if we could get a Sonic webtoon? I know DC comics and Archie both have at least one. Of course, both of them are of questionable quality, but who knows, maybe we'll luck out!

Haha, that's true! Personally I don't really care for him being a kitsune spirit, but I've been thinking of an idea where he replicates their abilities with his tech to make someone else believe he is one.

Yep, Fleetway Tails is from the Nameless Zone which is kind of like old-timey alternative dimension with magic and goblins and stuff. He was kind of loser there, so he moved to Mobius hoping he'd make a name for himself, but he was still a loser there too. But he was too embarrassed and wrote to his family that he became a hero. In the early StC, the writers weren't kind to Tails. He usually just messed things up or got captured (you could kinda understand Sonic's frustration with him, though he could stand to be nicer), and if he did manage to save the day, it was due to sheer luck. He got better though, especially after Sonic got stuck in another dimension. (After he came back, the Freedom Fighters kind of went their separate ways, but S&T often had adventures together as a duo. They both kinda grew up, Tails became more competent and stopped caring as much about impressing people (including Sonic), and Sonic mellowed out and stopped being as harsh on him. They became a better team! I have a soft spot for the stc!Unbreakable Bond, you just kind of have to take into account the specifics of the writing of stc as a whole, I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea.)

(I... have mixed feelings on satam, but mostly I just can't finish watching it. It feels like a drag. Not something I would be watching if it wasn't Sonic-related. Not gonna comment on the quality of it, because there are some other shows I felt similarly about and they're super critically acclaimed, like atla. (If Tails was more prominent I mind have at least been watching for his sake) I promised a friend I would read Archie and I wanted to watch satam first, but it looks like at this point I'll just have to skip to the comics.)

I really want to see different counterparts interacting. I'm kind of with Shadow on this situation, try as I may I don't really see them as separate people, I'm more interested in what they could say about the Prime versions of the characters. But it would be more effective if we spent more time with the Prime versions in the first place. I'm hoping for more flashbacks tbh. (Plus I just love how the og models for the characters look without the Shatterverse clothes)

Oh yeah I remember that one! Man I love how Sonic Channel hypes up their bond. I hope we'll get to see more of this in the next games. Sonic really lucked out (and so did Tails of course!)

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'Cause I know that it's delicate

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/R0EBXnw by sputnikbeomie Akutagawa was known throughout the whole of Japan’s underground societies as being something like that of a ‘next in line protege’, in regards to Chuuya and Dazai’s partnership itself. Such a famous partnership that was known notoriously as ‘Double Black.’   But there was only one fault with that idea and those rumours that travelled like wildfire:   Akutagawa Ryuunosuke did not have a partner. And he most likely never would.   For Akutagawa worked alone, and he much preferred it that way. -   Enter Atsushi Nakajima - The most recent member to join the underground secret agent organisation known as the 'Armed Detective Agency.' After being trained by Dazai himself, Atsushi is now ready to go into the underground world of crime and criminals that hide from the light of day and even cops at night. And of course Akutagawa knows of him; his name travelling around the corridors as much as his own did - although for much better reputation.   There was just one thing he hadn't been expecting: For Dazai to force the two of them together in order to work as partners for the rest of their days within the agency. And of course there was a catch. Words: 2032, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Bon's BSD Verse!! Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Modern Setting, Secret Agent/Undercover Spy Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Secret Agent/Undercover Sky Atsushi Nakajima, Dazai And Chuuya Are Also Secret Agents, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Atsushi Is Just Trying His Best, bless him, Partners Akutagawa And Atsushi, The Secret Agency Is Called The ADA, because why not, Established Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Took Over The Agency, Crime Fighting, Weapons, Action Scenes, Crime and criminals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Akutagawa Carries A Lot of Baggage, Smut, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Making Out, Love Confessions, Partners to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Although They're More Like Rivals, Dazai Is A Bit of A Prick, But He Gets Better, Don't Kill Me It's Fiction, Soft Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), He's Everyone's Favourite Heh, Flashbacks, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, This Is A Mess And Came Out Of Nowhere I'm Sorry read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/R0EBXnw

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WIP Update - 1 Feb 2024

Been on vacation for the last 2+ weeks (since Jan 13th) so got very little writing done. Over the past 3 weeks I touched 6 fics ( 2 WIPs & 4 new works) for a total of  890 words.

On Ao3, I posted: Variations on a Theme   - Sam/Clint Secret Santa love confessions After One Or Two False Starts  - Chapter 3 -  Sam/Bucky love confessions Never Have I Ever (But I’d Like to With You) - Chapter 2 -- Tony/Steve love confessions Not Too Far Down the Tracks -  Steve/Tony College AU fluff Fill Me Up With Your Love  - Steve/Bucky/Tony threesome PWP The Things You Said I Wish You Hadn’t - Clint & Steve post-mission with a bit of angst.

I also contributed to the  Stucky Bingo January 2023 Round Robin  - Steve/Bucky pet adoption fluff! 

On Tumblr I posted:  A Rising Star  - Sam passing the wings to Joaquin Thimbles and Acorns -  a last minute Steve Rogers Bingo fill for my Pirate square - pre-war  Steve/Bucky love confessions  

(Do I have a brand? Why yes, yes I do! 😁)

I have  10 active WIPs  with my current  deadline being the  Stuckony  Valentine Cards  event (due 10 Feb)  and the  Tony Stark Bingo (ends 28 Feb)

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7 15 Jan 2023)

23 squares completed with  6 bingos total!  Hoping to carry a few squares forward to the next round.    Masterpost

Sam Wilson Bingo - Mini Holiday Round (SWB_MH) - Ends 20 Jan

Five fills posted with 2 bingos for this  3x3 holiday event card  - my final fill was for the FREE square - A Rising Star [Sam & Joaquin, General, 293 words].     (Belated)  Masterpost

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 2  (SRB_R2) - Ends 31 Jan

Twenty-one fills posted with 6 bingos (Rows 1, 3 & 5 and Columns A & B and 1 diagonal) - masterpost coming probably by the end of the week.

* A4 - Touch Attention/Denial  - posted  Fill Me Up With Your Love   last Friday. It also fills (heh) my  Stucky Bingo  KINK - Double Penetration square.   It’s PWP with Tony and Bucky double-teaming Steve and came in at 1613 smutty words.   

* A5 - Pirate - Thimbles and Acorns was a last minute fill -  I was inspired by a ride on Peter Pan’s Flight at WDW  to dash off a quick pre-war Stucky fic  where a childhood memory leads to a love confession

* B2 - Mile High Club -  Posted chapter 2 of  Never Have I Ever (But I Want To With You), picking up with Tony’s POV after the events of Chapter One. It crosses over with TSB  Tony’s Poor Life Choices  and came in at 820 words (1820 total for the fic)

* C5 - “You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed … walk it off.” - I combined this with a Tumblr writing prompt “things you said I wish you hadn’t” (requested by @gayspacesprinkles​)  for The Things You Said I Wish You Hadn’t   - post-mission fic with  Clint angst  and vaguely hinted at Clint/Steve. It came in at 245 words.

* D5 - Long Distance Relationship - posted  Not Too Far Down the Tracks as a crossover Flash Fiction Friday Prompt  Late Night Train.  It’s a Stony College AU ficlet that  I added onto to squeeze my TSB Doing Groceries square into.  It came in 411 words.

Stuckony Valentine Cards Event  [Ends 10 Feb]

This Ao3 Event solicited prompts for Stony, Stucky, WinterIron, and/or Stuckony works - it’s now in the creation phase, so if you’re looking to write something short and sweet (or smutty!) and are 18+ plus, feel free to check out the list of prompts!  I skimmed thru them before vacation, but now need to take another look & hopefully find something that I vibe with!

Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6  (TSB_R6)  [Ends 28 Feb]

Twenty fills and two WIPs at the moment -    with  Vague Ideas for almost every other square.  

* T2 - Doing Groceries - see SRB Long Distance Relationship above

* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue -  some sort of remix of/inspired by sabrecmc’s  Indecent Proposal  from Pepper’s POV.  At this point, I think I need to re-read the fic & take notes …  

* T4 - KINK: Concubine - was going to combine this with  SRB  E4 - Mental Bondage but still may write up the idea I had - potential titled  My Voice the Chain that Binds You.

*A5 - Scott Lang  - 27dragons shared an interesting plot bunny during the Sept TSB Discord party that I may end up using; that or a follow up to A Piece of the Action

* R1 - Tony’s Poor Life Choices - see SRB Mile High Club above.  

* K2 - Secret Admirer -  carried this over from last round so I could try my hand a remix of Seeds of Love  (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone).  Potential title:  Wraps Around My Heart, Refusing to Unwind.  Poking at some ideas in my head, but haven’t gotten anything on paper yet.

* K5 - Protectiveness -- using this for the third (and probable final) chapter of my  Stony Western AU WIP  Come Down From Your Fences  (And Open the Gate)

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023

Nine fills and one WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining -  no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something!  (maybe  the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* B5 - KINK: Double Penetration - see SRB   Touch Attention/Denial  above.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow  is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words  (984-ish of which are mine).   Will probably continue on this sometime in February.   Current Last Line:  "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics  square  – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron  No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!  

WinterIron - No Powers AU  –  Stony No Powers AU

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On other creative fronts:  I have a Ms Marvel Stuffed With Character figure in progress -  still working on the figures/props for my three Marvel Trumps Hate  auction winners as well (7 of 8 done so far) – thanks so much for your generous support!!  Finally, I am prepping for a superhero con in March  and another con in June  so am pretty well booked up through spring/early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check  out Stuffed With Character   over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!).   They’re  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design  requests  for any fandom!

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Howdy do~! I would like to request a fluff/angst scenario in which Leona laments about his Unique Magic being a curse after hearing some people whispering harshly about it, but his fem! s/o tells him differently and starts to list off some of the positive things that "King's Roar" may be most beneficial to. How will he respond to her words? Please and thanks!😊

Hello! Yes this is a good scenario, sorry this is super late, I'm really busy now ;-;

Leona x fem!reader: Unique Magic fit for a king

Leona knew that his unique magic wasn't something that the kingdom admired. He could hear the constant chatter and whisper behind his back, talking about how scary it was that he could turn things into sand, or that he was a cursed prince for Sunset Savannah. It didn't help that he was always compared to Malleus while attending Night Raven College. The two of them were princes, but one of them was a crown prince, one of the strongest magic users in Twisted Wonderland, and an extremely talented individual overall. He wasn't surprised when everyone awed at him whenever Malleus passed by, meanwhile when Leona walked students would avoid him or glare at him. He would get used to this, besides, he was always standing in someone else's shadow since he was born.

But then you showed up. You felt out of nowhere and you were absolutely powerless in the world. that you fell into. You couldn't use magic, you only had average academics, and you were tasked with Ramshackle and Grim. He felt some pity for you, but this world was cruel so he supposed that he couldn't do much to help you. But then he had overblotted and you were the one to help him snap out of it. You still reached out your hand to him, even after all of the sneaky tricks he pulled in order to get Savanaclaw ahead in the magishift tournament. He couldn't help feel attracted to that radiant smile of yours.

Shit.

He thought you were attractive! He couldn't believe such a sweet human could exist, especially one that could look at him in the eyes without a look of disgust or fear. You treated him respectfully, even if you didn't need to. He felt his stone heart melt a bit whenever he met you. He eventually found the courage to ask you out, and you happily agreed. He was always respectful towards women, so you were treated like a princess. Though the two of you treated each other equally, often finding napping places together, he still felt as though there was a wall between the two of you. Everytime he saw Malleus, he was reminded of how you saw his unique magic, "King's Roar." You looked at him with terrified eyes when he overblotted, yet you also held a look of bravery. He wasn't sure how you felt about his unique magic.

That was until he was passing by the hallways and he overheard a few students arguing with you.

"But it's a terrifying thing! I can't believe a prince would be born with a power like that!" it was a few Diasomnia students, he would have to deal with them later. But then he heard your voice.

"Don't say that! 'King's Roar' is better than whatever you could muster!" you shot back. "It's tricky magic, really advanced at that. It's incredible and fit for a king. It can help when you need to erode lands to make water flow, it's a whole defense powerhouse! If something's choking you, or stuck in you, wouldn't you want it to disappear? He can basically do that," you added on.

Leona felt his ego boost a bit, but more than that, he couldn't believe the words he was hearing. You actually thought this way? About his unique magic? The thing that was supposedly cursed?

He went up to you after you chased the Diasomnia students away, stopping right in front of you. "I heard you liked my unique magic," he smirked, then his face turned serious. "Is...is it true?"

You blinked, then a blush creeped on your face before you smiled brightly at him. "Ah, yeah, I really think i-it's cool. Honestly it's impressive how talented you are and I feel like so many people don't see the true beauty of 'King's Roar.'"

"Heh," he shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he placed a hand on your shoulder and brought you closer to him. "Keep praising me like that, herbivore. It's cute."

He'll try to play it cool but you can tell how much that meant to him. He keeps an arm around you as the two of you go find a good place to relax. You two eventually go to the botanical garden as always, and before you can ask if you can join in the nap he just pulls you closer to him and sleeps immediately. He doesn't loosen his grip on you either haha.

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Hey I got an idea for the dark cacao series....except possibly like an alternate path thing or maybe can be added to the story...

What if....the reader did finally start falling for dark cacao back or Stockholm syndrome finally starts creeping its way into the reader's mind, like after so long of fighting it off mentally that their mind has grown weak and the syndrome starts pushing slowly? And dark cacao notices them slowly getting Stockholm....like yes they still speak with venom but it's a softer venom...he can tell they are finally starting to give way to the syndrome....or skip to maybe one day where they finally snap...the syndrome finally takes hold and reader is just crying and apologizing for hurting dark cacao so much...

Sorry if the ideas sound stupid....just curious what would happen if their resolve starts breaking or finally breaks....and remember you wrote that they resisted the syndrome and wondered what would happen if the syndrome finally became stronger...or if they did get it heh...

One's Deadly Fate (Yandere Dark Cacao Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, reader was filled with guilt, angst mixed with fluff.

A/N: I'm so sorry if this was really bad and quite short 😭😭

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How stubborn you were....

Belittling yourself in front of your mirror as more years had passed after your forced marriage to the king himself. How you've become so weak and pathetic into succumbing to the deadly fate that awaited you at the end of the line.

You realized that you've started to fall for King Dark Cacao Cookie, the very same cookie who fell madly in love with you.

And yet, you still treated him with so much cruelty and anger. How you spoke ill towards him even if he treated you with so much kindness and love, how you refused his acts of appreciation and giving into his antics or learning a lesson as more punishments were given to you.

Oh how you felt guilty towards your despicable actions to your so-called husband. You felt extremely bad to the point that you started to question your own sanity.

Is this the fate that awaits you?

Are you destined to rule the Dark Cacao Kingdom with the king by your side?

Is your freedom far more important than the cookie who shown you so much love and adoration?

And to be honest, you weren't so sure anymore. You cried every night in secrecy as confusion started to roam around your thoughts. You didn't want Dark Cacao to be worried for you, for your prideful image was far more important than your weak self.

And Dark Cacao Cookie notices the changes. How you've become far more softer and caring compared to your vicious and cruel sona in the past. You've started to compliment him in a soft and gentle voice and you didn't hesitate to voice out your concerns everytime he puts on his armour and leads his armed warriors outside of the Citadel's walls.

"Just...just be careful, Dark Cacao. Make sure to come back here in one piece. Do you understand?" You spoke in a soft yet there was still traces some venom in your voice as you look away from his stone cold gaze. His face contorted from the usual reserved expression to the soft and warm expression only his spouse can see. Dark Cacao caresses your face, placing a soft kiss on your head.

This action causes you to jump a bit but began to sigh, not from annoyance but in pure bliss. Dark Cacao notices this usual behavior of yours but decided to shrug it off. "I will, my love. Take care of yourself here, yeah?" You only nodded in response, placing your head directly into his chest as a way to say your 'yes' towards him.

At first, the king doesn't accept the fact that you've become well behaved around him, submissive even. He refused to believe that what he saw was just a mere illusion. He tried so many tests to see if your behavior was just an act for you to escape, to try and fool him in order for you to fulfill your selfish need for freedom but no. You just passed all those test that were being set up either by his warriors or by him without even knowing.

The last straw for him to beloved that you were finally his is when you wholeheartedly apologized for the cruelty and harsh words he just witnessed during the duration of your time being confined inside of the Citadel. Your guilt towards became so bad that you shed off a tear from your face and apologized towards him.

As he heard those words from you, Dark Cacao Cookie was overcome with joy and happiness. As if he knew that this day had finally come and all of his efforts for you to love him had actually had an impact towards you.

You've finally accepted your once deadly fate, not only as his spouse but also his queen/king, ruling together in the Kingdom your husband founded and established for many years. You also celebrated every anniversary the both of you missed out and gave him the same affection he once given you during the first few months of your marriage with him.

Kisses, hugs and acts of services. You even had the courage to call him some endearments that your old self refused to say it. Before, you always refer the king by his name but now that you accepted your fate, you called him heartfelt nicknames that could melt his heart.

Dark Cacao Cookie appreciated those kinds of love languages from you and hence, he decided to give back your freedom. Taking long walks outside of the Citadel's walls as you ran and skip through the cold snow on the ground. "My husband look!" You exclaimed as you shook his cape excitedly. "It's a bird! A snowy owl, darling! You know how rare these birds were, I never seen such beauty within those birds!" Your husband saw the spark within your eyes. A huge smile appeared on your face, staring at the graceful bird above the tree where it stood.

He lets out a small laugh, placing an arm around your shoulder. Despite the thick clothing you put on as you stepped outside, his warm touches never fails to make you happy and contented. You felt safe around him, protected even. You now see Dark Cacao Cookie as your husband and loved him with all your heart.

"I see, beloved but your beauty is far more elegant than that owl. Your smile is like one of the best jewels I've kept within my heart." You smiled from his affectionate words. Without hesitation, you pulled him closer and placed a kiss on his lips. This surprised the king but nonetheless melted from your touch as he returns the kiss for you. The last time the two of your kissed is in your wedding, which you felt disgusted at first and he felt kinda sad upon realized that the kiss was just for show.

But now, he finally felt the warmth of your love within the kiss you gave him. Wrapping your arms on his neck as he places both of his hands on your waist. Some of his warriors let out a small 'awe' as they witnessed their two rulers sharing a passionate kiss in the middle of the snowy woods. There were no predators, no danger nor evil was lurking around the corner. Just the two of you giving each other the first loving kiss you both deserved.

As the snow began to fall down, the cold breezy wind and many of it's particles are stuck within your clothes, Dark Cacao Cookie finally felt the love he lacks within his life. With you in his arms while laying down on the snow covered path, you finally said those words that you considered as curses and can bring misery within your life;

"I love you Dark Cacao, I'll love you till we both take our last breathe and finally turned into crumbs."

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