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cupsofsuga · 5 years ago

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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ ☕️} NOTE - I changed up the plot just a teensy bit, love!! this is fanboy!bts with idol!reader

{ 💐} ANON ASKED - ❝ Hcs of yan idol!bts with an idol!s/o uwu ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

jin is an old, childhood friend of yours that departed from your life as your career skyrocketed

he’s a distant memory, but, to jin, you mean everything

how must he move on when your smile sits in the sun? how can you expect him to simply forget about you when he feels your touch in the wind and sees your eyes in the stars!?

this life is not for you, rather, the sweet, mundane one you and him planned for in blanket forts during the time of your youth

oh, what he’d do to lay his hands upon your summer skin and to look into the ornaments of your irises…

jin’s obsession only intensifies when he found your address and broke into your estate days later

he left old polaroids with dates stamped from nearly a decade ago on your dresser

even going as far as to sleep in your bed

inhaling your scent, relishing in the ghost of your form, the revelation brought him to tears

luckily, you didn’t take notice to your damp pillow that jin had broke down on

but, god, does he miss you…

after one of your concerts, you stumbled sluggishly to your dressing room

there was no answer as to why you were so lethargic, but, you only assumed it was the downfall from the adrenaline rush you received from the shrill screams from fans

without even bothering to change our of the skimpy outfits you were obligated to wear, you nestled yourself onto the leather couch

with a numb body, before you fell into a slumber, you hear a relatively sweet voice as they comfort and coo your name like the melody of a dove

❝ it’s ok, it’s ok. everything will be ok, you’re safe now, y/n/n… oh, how i have longed for this single moment for so, so long! we’ll be happy together, i promise you. we’ll be just fine… ❞

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

min yoongi, a fan of y/n l/n!? that’s just absurd!

there’s no possible way that the cold-hearted, aloof, intimidating-as-all-can-be min yoongi could be some closeted fanboy… right?

but, just one peek into his rusted journal and you’ll uncover poetry that challenges oscar wilde and pages filled with doodles of your starlit face

one peak into his bedroom and you’ll find three cardboard cutouts with words of honey written on sticky notes that are strung upon your form

you’ll see posters littered all around the room, even a few taped on his ceiling so you’d be the first thing he sees when his alarm disrupts him of his slumber

one peak at his body and you’ll find tattoos littered upon his skin from everything to your name, to your favorite flowers, to your full-on face that he hides under chunky sweaters

there must be a million quotes of your songs that he deluded himself into believing was intended just for him inked upon his skin forever

all of those words he typed with the intention of escaping reality and joining you hand-by-hand into a new future are his source of light in these grey, gloomy days

and don’t get me started on all of those times he accidentally wrote your name during exams or how he spent his nights gazing into the cardboard cutout before him just praying that with some magic spell, you’d come alive and be there with him

yoongi is not just some devoted fan, no

he’s your soulmate

and this man is willing to walk straight into the depths of hell and crawl his way out just to prove it so.

━━━ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

hoseok’s idea of a typical friday night would not be lying and rebelling against his parents just to join his friend and be packed like sardines in an abnormally-heated arena

the sweaty-scented mosh pit adorned with dozens of fans screaming for an idol he doesn’t even remember the name of, he’d just about rather be anywhere now

that is until you waltz out and the shouts intensify, everyone chanting your name as you show off your sugary-sweet smile like a king would with a crown

hoseok might as well have melted into the germ-infested floor before him from how stunned he was upon seeing you for the first time

and your voice!

god, the way you sang with such a level way of elegance sounded like the coo of a dove, the fits of laughter you shared had the poor sunshine in the crowd grow a weak-hearted smile

your eyes shined like wild stars as you looked upon the faces of every individual guest and beaming at the way they so cheerfully smiled for you

and you looked straight at hoseok! he swears you did!

as the glistening lights fade and you turn tail and walk off stage, you are completely oblivious to the boy in the crowd who’s left his heart on a silver platter just for your liking

he leaves the arena giddy, practically shaking with excitement in his seat and blabbering about every breath you took as his friend drives him back to his home

and this poor, but immensely infatuated boy doesn’t earn an inkling of shut-eye for the next 3 days due to him obsessively stalking all of your content

he’ll fake a cough and skip school just to lie in bed, listen to your music and fantasize about all of those lovestruck lyrics you sing being solely intended for him

hoseok will spend hours upon hours looking through photoshoots of yours

even spending as far as 4 hours staring at the same picture of you, tracing his fingers upon the pixelated screen and imagining it was your skin he caressing

you’re his whole life now!

hoseok doesn’t know what he’d do without you…

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

oh, the proper and pristine kim namjoon

how much more perfect could you get with a wealthy lifestyle, having the privilege to attend some elite school and terrible, terrible parents?

how he’s just a mangled heart in the hands of a monster

but, as the all-mighty, alpha-male facade drops, we’ll witness the truth behind all that faux dominance

pray into the truth that’s itched under his skin and you’ll find a soft, gooey centerpiece that’s sweet and submissive

after some pointless bicker with his father, namjoon will return to his bedroom, door locked as relishes in his only source of joy: you

he’ll lie down in his expensive sheets, fantasizing about your sweet voice and touch, caressing him and cooing him of his worries

namjoon will cling onto a body pillow, staining the fabric with his tears

his tenacious grip (on what he fantasizes being you) will not weaken and will remain to be his only form of comfort in these grey days

and on the laptop before him, he’ll turn on one of your lives from the past, pretending, just for now, that you are here and you are real

all those other eyes that also watch you, they’re not real!

it’s just you and him

and having the privilege to lie down and relish in your disgustingly sweet essence is all-too infatuating for his poor heart to handle!

knowing that at the end of the day, he’ll always have you saved his life in more ways than one

knowing that he is yours and you are his, he has found tranquility.

━━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

hours upon hours of scrolling with those all-too-familiar but infatuating jolts to his heart, jimin comes across a photo

a photo of you and a friend, just a little too close for his liking…

and there, we witness a tsunami of insecurities and doubts who have biased jimin for its affection

his mind reels back and forth between the potential truth and reassurance:

you love him! yes, you love him! you liked his comment once! and you even noticed him during a live stream 3 months, 1 week and 4 days ago!

and he’s not crazy, he just loves you so, so much! i mean…

yes, he did strangle a girl that caught your sweatshirt when you threw it into the crowd, but that was all in the past!

this is in the present, and jimin loves you more than you’ll ever know!

and oh, how dreamy and overwhelmingly immaculate that night was…

how he savored every breath that left your mouth as you sang for the arena, how the tears fell down his cheeks as the revelation of your presence knocked the air out of his lungs, and how even months after the concert, he still keeps the clothes he wore that night safely tucked in a rack cover

not a single second goes by where jimin does not think of the luminescence of that single night and just how golden your single presence was

but, for now, he is departed from your form and must find comfort by his lonesome

jimin will scroll through fanfiction, feeling his heart quicken with every word that makes up for his fantasies, satisfying him of his deprived need for you

he has lost count of how many imagines he’s saved at this point, but, then again, he doesn’t care

all that is valid is the pandemonium he sits in while relishing in the fantasy of you being with him, and to hold the privilege of simply waking up next to you in his embrace

as your songs and his hushed sobs echo, jimin grips onto the pillow and lets your cherubic voice soothe him of his sorrows

and for just this short time, jimin can let your seraphic voice bring him serenity.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

yeah……… you’re fucked

after enduring the torture of public school and numerously writing down your name when he intended to write down some algebraic expression he couldn’t remember if he tried, taehyung has returned home

and nothing feels better than satisfying that eternal longing held within him

he’ll ignore his parents and their attempt at small-talk, mumbling something about needing to finish homework and locking himself in his room

and what we see in his room is………. terrifying…? infatuating…?

i mean, your face is EVERYWHERE

posters, polaroids, selfies, all splattered across the walls, ceilings, and even his locker at school

there’s even a single screenshot taped above his desk of the smile plastered on his face when you read his comment: “i love you” during one of your live streams

taehyung then open his sketchbook, smiling fondly with his heart battering in his chest as he flips through past sketches of your beaming face with flowers and fruits adorning the pages

he seeks an empty page, beginning another one of his trillion sketches of you, his muse

this boy doesn’t need a picture to follow from, he knows every one of your facial features from heart

from the shape of your nose to the single mole on your cheek, taehyung has got it imprinted in his mind

and as your song spills from his phone while he’s sketching your wondrous eyes, he thinks back to the sacred memory of when he attended your concert

hearing you serenade thousands upon thousands of fans, including him, wasn’t anywhere near the most momentous part of that night

claiming he was your boyfriend to the guards, shining his sugary-sweet boxy smile and having access to follow you backstage was the best moment of his entire life spent on this planet!

he snapped some photos of you as you scrolled through social media on the leather couch, relishing in the way you so simply… lived

yeah, the guards nearly killed him for that one, but, having the privilege to admire you in your natural state made everything worth it

after all, if it was for you, anything was worth it.

━━━ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

as jungkook lays sprawled out on dirty sheets, the voice of y/n l/n echoes and reverberates in his eardrums

this is what tranquility is; this is what peace means, even it’s only temporary

and god, there must be something laced with your voice because never in his life has jungkook felt something like this

floating through space, running on stars, dancing on saturn’s rings; this is the feeling that blossoms within jungkook’s chest

and for once, he can forget all the anger that lingers in the path of his past

trust me, these memories are not anywhere near pretty

from beating a boy to a bloody pulp for calling you a “dumb pop-star” to punching holes into the drywall after a drama channel gossips about a supposed new lover of yours,

jungkook is a complete psycho fan

and spending his rent on tickets for a fan-meet just proves how worthy you are to this stranger

words couldn’t do the emotion jungkook felt when he caught sight of you any justice

he might as well as stepped onto another planet because, god, he’s never seen a sight so astonishing

he finds stars in your eyes and finds himself lost in your smile which resembles a string of pearls

you are in every means perfect

and as his turns reaches near, you grasp hold of his hand to calm him of his nerves

alas, jungkook has found nirvana

he must have looked like such an idiot being so giddy and excited for the human who has never seen him in their entire life

but finally, he has the privilege to meet face-to-face with the love of his life, and you bet he savors every single second of the time spent with you

jungkook even went as far as to have the signature you signed on his forearm tattooed, so your touch would be imprinted on his skin forever

now, you’ll be intwined for eternity…

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like-bunnies · 7 years ago

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Winter Dreams Pt. II ‘Pudding’ -- an Ichabbie Holidays AU Fic

Abbie Mills is closing up her bakery on Christmas Eve when a stranger comes in desperately looking for something. What will the two of them manage to find together?

An Ichabbie AU that can be read as the next part of Winter Dreams or can be all on its own. One of these years, I will get a Christmas story done by Christmas. Oh, who am I kidding? And this is like Hallmark Channel Christmas Movie silly fluff. But with a little smut added in. And AUs really aren’t something I’m very good at but I’m trying!

Abbie was ready for the holidays to be over. It had been exceptionally busy in her quaint bakeshop and there was an endless stream of people picking up their orders for Christmas Eve. Her sister, Jenny, was helping by getting all the internet orders shipped on time and even Jenny’s boyfriend, Joe, pitched in early mornings before his shift at the ER.

Still, she was glad that they would be closing soon and tomorrow was Christmas so she could sleep in for the first time in a very long time. The last customer had shuffled out with their goodies and Jenny was about to turn the sign on the door over to “Closed” when a tall, bearded man came rushing in from the snow.

“There’s not much left,” Jenny said as he rushed by her and to the counter, looking pleadingly at Abbie.

“I desperately need a Christmas pudding,” he said and Abbie’s ears perked up at both his accent and his weird request.

“I… sorry… a what?” Abbie stammered, still staring at him as he shook the snowflakes out of his hair. It was longer than she normally liked on guys but thankfully not long enough to pull it into a man bun. She had seen enough of those with the college in the next town. This man’s hair had the cutest curls near his neck and… he did have a lovely neck. And face. And eyes. What was it he wanted again?

“A Christmas pudding. I have tried and tried to get one right and they have all failed. I’m hosting the history department’s ‘holiday away from home’ dinner tomorrow for all my colleagues who are, well, away from home, and I promised there would be a pudding,” the man said, his hands flying around expressively as he spoke.

“I don’t have any puddings. I do have some pies left. Oh, here… these are also good,” Abbie said, offering him something from a bag.

“I can’t serve my guests something from a bag,” he said as he reached in and popped one in his mouth. “Oh, these are good.”

“Listen… Doctor… what’s your name?” Abbie asked.

“How did you know I’m a doctor?” he asked, licking the cinnamon sugar off of his fingertips.

“History department. Colleagues. Away from home so I’m guessing you’re at the university as a teacher? It doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to work that one out,”Abbie said as he grabbed another donut hole and shoved it in his mouth.

“Besides, she used to be a police officer. Was going to be a detective one day had she not been injured,” Jenny said as she continued to clean up the small store, wiping down the few tables they had so customers could enjoy their pastry in the morning. The front door was now locked, the keys dangling from the lock so they’d be able to let this last minute customer out when he was ready to go.

“Ah. I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure that was a great loss to the local police force, And it’s Crane. Doctor Crane. Or professor if you like. I’m actually here to teach about the American Revolution from the British perspective and to work on my book,” Crane said.

“Isn’t the British perspective that we kicked your ass?” Jenny asked. Abbie rolled her eyes at her sister but Jenny always liked a good argument.

“Only because you had the French,” he said, pointing a finger in Jenny’s direction.

“You had the Hessians. You had the best navy in the world at the time. You had an organized army with excellent leadership and still you lost,” Jenny continued on in a sing-song fashion.

“I see you’ve taken my class,” he said with a slight, wry smile.

“Jenny, could you go in back and make sure I didn’t forget anyone’s order? I can drop anything off on the way home. Now, Doctor Crane, would you like a pie or what?” Abbie interrupted, hoping to end this thing between the professor and her sister. Jenny went off to the back, whistling Yankee Doodle. “I apologize for my sister.”

“No, she does have a point, which is actually why I’m at the university here. I am researching how the Americans did overcome the odds and win. This region is filled with so much history and I’m enjoying all of it immensely. I just can’t find a bakery that has a Christmas pudding!” he said.

Abbie bit her lip and thought for a minute. If he wasn’t so cute, she would have sent him back out into the snow a long time ago but there he was in that pretty navy coat that made his blue eyes even more blue and she felt for him. Felt a lot of things for him, actually. It had to be the accent.

Jenny called out from the back that there was nothing there and she was going to go make a quick trip to the grocery store before the market closed early. Abbie mumbled that she would see her later for Christmas Eve dinner and listened as Jenny locked the back door. Both doors were now locked and she was all alone with Doctor Crane.

“What’s your first name?” she asked. “I’m Abbie, by the way.”

“I guessed that one,” he said, arching an eyebrow up at her. She looked at him puzzled until she remembered she had her name on the front of the bakery. On her apron. On her shirt. On her name tag. She never in her life thought she’d own a bakery. She wasn’t even that great at it at first but she learned and came to love the whole thing, accepting help wherever it came from.

“Yes… Abbie Mills. Formerly Lieutenant Abbie Mills. Now baker Mills. Who knows what’s next. Maybe candlestick maker,” she said, laughing nervously. He had put his hands on the counter and was leaning in her direction.

“Oh, Lieutenant. I like the sound of that,” he said, the timbre of his voice dropping even lower. “And my name is Ichabod.”

She couldn’t help herself. She let out something more than a nervous chuckle this time.

“Ichabod?”

“You can call me Crane if you’d prefer,” he said. “Ichabod was an old family name. I had some relative who came to America centuries ago with the same name. I should look up where he’s buried whilst I’m here.”

They seemed to be getting further and further away from the topic of baked goods. Abbie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to focus. When she opened her eyes, he was still staring at her.

“Okay, Crane. How about we look up your pudding on the internet and see what we can do,” Abbie said. He looked incredibly relieved to have help. She, on the other hand, was wondering what the hell she was getting herself into.

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“Well, I think we’re pretty much screwed when it comes to a Christmas pudding,” Abbie said as she scrolled through recipe after recipe. “You needed to start two weeks ago at the very least for something authentic.”

“I see that now,” Crane said as he stared over her shoulder. They were both in her tiny office near the back of the store, staring at her monitor. She normally just handled orders and inventory in here but there was a handful of personal photos around. She couldn’t help but notice him look at a few of them, especially the one of her and some of her former police colleagues. Many had died in that raid a couple of years ago. She was thankful she had lived. She missed Andy and Luke a lot but there was no changing the past.

“This one says you need to start it at the end of November,” Abbie said, trying to draw his attention back to the matter at hand.

“Surely there must be a recipe somewhere for bumbling professors who forget to do this ahead of time and can’t even figure out how to work their oven?” he asked. He placed his hand over hers on the mouse, moving the cursor so he could click back and try a different search on Google. He leaned over her and typed in instant Christmas pudding.

“How do you plan on hosting an entire dinner if you can’t work the oven?” Abbie asked, turning in her seat to look at him.

“Frozen lasagna in a pan?” he said with a laugh. Her eyes opened in shock. “I’m teasing, Lieutenant. I can work the oven. I’m an excellent cook. I just can’t get the hang of this damnable pudding. Sadly, baking is my downfall.”

She looked back at one of the recipes he had found. It was much faster than the ones they had been looking at and she did have most of the ingredients for it. She might need to make a quick trip to the market or call Jenny while she was still there. She hit print, wiggled out from under his arms, grabbed the copy of the recipe and went into her bakery with him following behind.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Doctor Crane. I will make this and bring it to you tomorrow if I can taste just how good of a cook you really are,” Abbie said. She felt her cheeks grow warmer as she realized she just invited herself to this man’s Christmas dinner. Jenny and Joe usually did their own thing on Christmas day while she spent the day in peaceful slumber but this would be nice. At least it would be if he said yes.

He didn’t say anything right away. She was worried she had read something wrong. Maybe he was married and his wife was back home in England. Maybe he had a whole family.

“You want to spend the day with a gathering of boring historians?” he asked incredulously. She found it strange that he didn’t seem to realize exactly how cute he was. That he seemed to think he didn’t have any game.

“No, I want to spend the day with you,” Abbie said, her cheeks on fire now.

“I’d like nothing more,” he said, looking down like he was shy, his eyelashes fluttering away, before he looked up at her and smiled. She smiled right back and hoped like hell she could actually figure out how to make a pudding in one night.

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Abbie had a hard time finding the right address in the blowing snow but eventually she made it, Christmas pudding in hand along with as many other of her baked goods as she could carry. Dinner with Jenny and Joe the night before had been wonderful and she crawled into her bed soon after the gifts were exchanged and they left for the evening. Up early, she was at her bakery trying her best to make this pudding seem authentic. There was no way she could make up for the time it really needed, but she thought she did a good job. If the guests didn’t like that, they could always fill up on the pies.

She used the heavy door knocker and waited with all her parcels for Doctor Crane to open the door. His eyes lit up when he saw that it was her and he took as many of the packages from her as he could.

“Lieutenant! I’m so happy you’re here! I was worried that the weather would prevent you from traveling to my home…as it has some of my other guests. Two couples have canceled out so far,” he said as he started toward the kitchen.

“You can call me Abbie… where would you like for me to leave my boots?” Abbie asked, not wanting to track snow through the house. Both had their arms filled with desserts and Crane motioned for her to follow him. Abbie did as he led her down a narrow hall to a warm and cozy kitchen. Everything smelled delicious and she could see that he had been chopping vegetables when she had interrupted him with her knock at the door. “You really can cook.”

“As I said, cooking I can do. Baking just goes wrong. All those precise measurements makes it like a science experiment. I prefer the magic of cooking instead. A little bit of this. A little bit of that,” Crane said, taking more baked goods from her arms and stacking them up on one of his granite counter tops. Abbie slipped off her scarf and coat and pulled her snow boots off, leaving her in just her stocking feet. She had her favorite lace-up boots in the large tote she had brought with her but Crane had whisked her wet winter gear off to where it could dry by the fire and was already back, asking her questions about what she had brought with. And if she had brought more donut holes.

“Yes, I did and some other donuts you might enjoy. You can save them for tomorrow, if you’d like. They would go great with a cappuccino,” she said, noticing the gourmet coffee maker he had tucked beside the toaster. “I thought you said you were only here for a short time.”

He followed her gaze and smiled. “Doesn’t matter how short the time might be, I can’t go without my coffee,” he said, going back to his chopping. “So, Lieutenant…”

“Abbie.”

“So, Abbie, how did you end up with a bakery?” he asked. Abbie fell silent as she collected her thoughts. She watched Cranes hands and his fingers as he deftly chopped vegetables, adding them to a stew that already smelled delicious. He was smartly dressed in a pair of dark gray flannel trousers and the most beautiful blue cable knit sweater she had ever seen on a man. She wanted to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked. Instead, she focused on what he had asked.

“I…uh… after I got shot and I couldn’t come back to work, or at least not the way I wanted to, I thought it would be nice to have a place like that. It was supposed to just be a coffee shop but there are too many of those in town already,” she said.

“Starbucks on every block, cutting out any local coffee houses with precision,” Crane said, his kitchen knife stabbing into the air as if to illustrate his point.

“So I opened the bakery that would also serve coffee. Honestly, after the incident… after I lost a few very good friends in that incident…”

“I sense one of them might have been more than good friends?” he asked, looking at her as if he was trying to suss out everything there was to know about her.

“Mind your business, professor. Anyway, after that, I thought it would be a great place where the local LEOs could come in the morning. I’d serve them some warm apple pie if their shift was ending or a blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee if their shift was just starting. It was a way to stay connected, you know,” Abbie said, remembering how desperately she needed to keep close with the people she relied on for so long. “I wasn’t the best baker at first but I was determined. I learned from some of the best and now my little shop is doing rather well, and my friends are all still there bright and early in the morning. Good thing I love mornings, right?”

He had stopped chopping and was staring at her intently, taking in every word she said. Just looking in his eyes sent a wave of heat through her and she crossed her arms, trying to protect herself from this feeling. It had been a long time since Luke had died. And then Corbin was killed a year later. She had shut herself off from most everyone. She had that one fling with that visiting FBI agent but she even kept him distant. But this… was charged with some sort of electricity she hadn’t felt with anyone in so long.

“That’s really incredible,” he said, still focused only on her.

“It’s just a bakery. Look at you, Doctor Crane. Where did you go to school anyway? How did you get involved with American history when you have ages of history of your own?” Abbie asked, trying to deflect the attention away from herself.

“I grew up in London, went to Oxford… Merton College. I ended up in America when a friend talked me into doing further studies here, I was married for a very short while but she then ran off with that same so-called friend. I got my doctorate from Penn, which is where I discovered the answer to the other part of your question. The history of our two countries is entwined and I found it fascinating. Now I’m doing more research into the British officers who turned. What would drive them to fight for a land that was not their home? And this is a great area in which to do so,” Crane said.

He was starting to clean up the scraps of vegetables when his cellphone rang. He wiped his hands off on a dishtowel and answered the call. Abbie listened as he went through a series of “uh huhs” followed by a “that’s too bad.”

“Now the Andrews can’t make it. They don’t want to venture out into what might become a blizzard. They are new here, from somewhere in Georgia, so that’s understandable but still… I hope the others can make it,” Crane said.

“Do you miss England? London?” Abbie asked. He paused from his mixing and stirring and thought about it for a beat.

“Have you ever been there?” he asked instead of answering.

“No. I made it to Paris after I started the bakery but didn’t make it to London,” she answered.

“It was my home. Yes, I miss it but home isn’t necessarily always a place. It’s the people. I try to find the right people wherever I go. My ex-wife, Kat, didn’t like that. She wanted to settle down in one place and with Abe, she could. I wanted to keep moving. To keep learning. To keep meeting people,” he said. He looked at her and smiled brightly. “People like you. I would have never met you had I stayed in England.”

“You never know. Fate might have stepped in. I might have been there on vacation and bumped into you in a coffee shop,” Abbie said.

“Our fates are entwined, just like our nations?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush again from the way he was looking at her. “Maybe.”

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Abbie was putting the finishing touches on the dining room table, enjoying how nicely the place was decorated. It wasn’t over the top for Christmas but he had a fresh tree and candles everywhere and a nice table setting. Crane even had Christmas crackers at every place setting, waiting to be popped open by cheerful guests.

She stopped moving when she heard Crane’s phone ring again. Another guest was canceling because of the snow. She felt a bad for him because of all the work he had put into preparing this meal but then again, she wouldn’t mind eating with him… alone. She returned to the kitchen to find him opening a bottle of wine. He poured himself some and took a sip before pouring her a glass, too. It was a fantastic red wine and now she was also glad they didn’t have to share that bottle with as many people.

“That was Trevor, one of the doctoral candidates I’m helping out. He said the snow on his side of town is getting too deep for him to venture out on foot and he doesn’t want to pay for an Uber. Too be honest, I think Trevor would rather spend his day with his new X-Box but what do I know?” he asked with a disappointed shrug “I haven’t even taken my new one out of the box yet. Trevor is the lucky one.”

“So, who is left?”Abbie asked. She would have to go clear another place setting, which only left four.

“Doctor Hashemi and her husband. That’s it. I didn’t expect so much snow on Christmas. Everyone kept saying they never get a white Christmas. They’re getting one this year!” he said, taking another sip of wine and looking out the window. “I’m going to have to go shovel the path soon. If you want to get home before the roads get too treacherous, you can. I don’t want you to feel that you have to stay here,” he said, pouting a little as he considered the snow.

“No, I’m good. I’ve lived here all my life and I’ve driven in worse than this. Besides, I can help you shovel the sidewalk,” she said, standing beside him as they looked out of the kitchen window over the sink. His narrow backyard was pristine white now and although she wasn’t fond of shoveling, it did look like it would be fun to play in. If that involved playing with him.

“They are going to miss out on the best pudding ever,” Crane said with a smile.

“How did you end up responsible for this Christmas dinner?” Abbie asked.

“I do like to cook. I thought it would be nice to get together with friends and colleagues and enjoy a nice meal,” he said. The phone rang again and he looked at it and sighed heavily. He turned away from the window and took the call. When he hung up, he looked at her and shook his head. “Samira and Bahram will not be able to make it, either.”

“You wanted dinner with your friends but now instead, you’re stuck with a stranger,” Abbie said, honestly feeling sorry for him.

“If we do get snowed in here, at least we will have plenty of food,” he said, looking around the kitchen at everything. He didn’t say anything else for a moment before he turned to her. “And I don’t consider spending time with you as 'stuck’ and I don’t feel like you’re a stranger at all. I feel like I’ve known you longer than just one day. It’s like we’ve been friends forever.”

She laughed nervously because she had been feeling the same way.

“At least I don’t have to worry about serving that rushed Christmas pudding to anyone. Unless you plan on eating it?” she asked.

“God, no. I never liked them in the first place but I had promised the Andrews. We can just stick to the donut holes,” he said and they both laughed.

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He had put on a suit coat over his button-down shirt and his gorgeous sweater and Abbie finally put on her shoes, not wanting to dine without them on while he was trying his best to look like the perfect holiday host. They had agreed that shoveling the walk could wait until after dinner and he poured her more wine before they put the last side dish on the table. He pulled out her chair for her and helped her take her seat before tucking himself in.

“This is all good. Next Christmas, I’m going to make you some of my mama’s mac and cheese, though. That’s the only thing missing,” Abbie said.

“Next Christmas?” he asked, his one eyebrow arching up on his forehead.

“I’ll still be here. How about you?” she asked, taking another serving of the stew she had found him preparing when she arrived.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I’d have to have a pretty good reason to stay,” he said, tilting his head slightly, asking so many questions without using a single word.

“So, do you believe in fate?” Abbie asked. It was a pretty serious question for holiday dinner conversation but she wanted to know everything he felt and believed.

“Do you mean that two people are supposed to meet? Across time and space and all that? Over and over?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know. Does this mean that I keep meeting my ex-wife first? Because to be honest with you, getting my heart broken like that over and over and over would become rather exhausting. And annoying,” he said and they both laughed.

“So she wasn’t your soulmate but she taught you a lot, I’m sure. All part of the path to the right thing?” Abbie asked.

“I did learn a lot about who to trust and that sometimes you just have to do your thing first before you can bring someone else into your life. That is one thing she did teach me,” he said with a shrug. “Thankfully we didn’t have children together. That would have been a disaster!”

They both fell silent. She watched him as the flickering candles sent shadows over his face. He was watching her right back, nervously smoothing out his beard before focusing back on the dinner at hand.

“Dessert?” she asked, breaking the tension filling the air.

“Capital idea! And I’ll make coffee!”

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With their stomachs full, the dishes done, and fueled up on coffee, they bundled up in protective gear and headed outside during a break in the snow to shovel the walk. He only had one snow shovel so they took turns while one of his neighbors up the street used his noisy snowblower. Finally, he finished and went inside, leaving the two of them alone in the eerie stillness. There was the sound of the shovel scraping and him asking her questions about her life and her taking the shovel from him and asking him more questions about his.

Just when they had finished, the snow starting drifting down again and Abbie sighed. The good thing about her apartment was someone else did this! Crane put the shovel near the front door and returned to where Abbie was standing, catching snowflakes on her tongue.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, taking her gloved hand in his. “I have not even known you for an entire day and I’m smitten, Abbie. If this was fate, then yes I believe in it. Absolutely. Completely.”

Abbie’s heart starting beating hard in her chest when he said those words and she didn’t know what to say. She felt the same way about him but… it was so fast. Is this how it worked? You met the one and it was like throwing a switch?

Instead of saying anything, she led him toward the part of the yard where the snow wasn’t too deep but was packed just enough and pulled him down into it, urging him to make a snow angel. He complained about the wet and the cold only briefly before he joined in. As her arms were forming the angel wings, he propped himself up beside her to look at her.

“What?” she asked, crossing her arms over here.

“You truly are heaven sent,” he said, pulling her scarf away from her face just enough so he could lean in to kiss her. It was slow and soft at first, like the snow drifting around them. Slowly. Softly. The snow was falling and Abbie was falling, too. Her lips explored his and she wanted to feel more. To explore every bit of him. She touched his face but her damn gloves were in the way. He pulled away, his eyes searching hers. She shivered from the cold and from the way his eyes were devouring her.

“Should we go in and warm up?” Abbie asked.

“I have some wonderful ideas on how we can do that,” he said, his voice dropping. She scrunched up her nose and giggled at him. “No! I meant we could sit by the fire and have a drink… I didn’t mean to sound so forward! Abbie, I’m sorry!”

“I wasn’t laughing about you being so forward. I was laughing because I had plenty of ideas of my own. But starting with a drink by the fire would be good,”she said. He stood up, put his hand out to assist her to her feet, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked to the door.

“What ideas do you have?” he asked.

“I’ll just have to show you.”

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She swallowed the Scotch and felt it warm her all the way down. After getting out of her snow boots and her coat again, she settled down on his couch while he tuned in to a satellite radio channel playing jazzy Christmas music. The old house had several fireplaces in different rooms and the one in the living room was now stoked to a roar.

Abbie made herself at home and covered up with a soft and worn plaid quilt that had been over the back of the couch. Crane sat beside her and took a long sip from his glass.

“I have to tell you… I don’t do this very often. I rarely have the bakers I meet on Christmas Eve spend the next day at my house helping shovel snow and set the table,” he said.

“I rarely go home with my customers,” she said. “Only the special ones who are desperate for a Christmas pudding.”

“Yes, I only invite over the bakers with the best donut holes,” he joked. They both fell silent for a quiet, comfortable minute. “I want to see you again. I don’t want to do anything that would make you not want to come back.”

“You haven’t done anything yet.”

“I want to.”

“I want you to.”

He set his glass aside and pulled her to him. His mouth was warm and tasted of Scotch. The blue sweater he had on was as soft as she imagined it. Didn’t matter. She wanted it off of him. Wanted everything off of him. Wanted him on the floor in front of the fire. Wanted him.

A moan escaped his throat as her tongue delved past his lips, meeting his. Heat burned through her, settling between her thighs and she thought about how crazy this all was but she certainly wasn’t going to stop. She pulled away from his kiss and stood up, putting the quilt over her shoulder and reaching out to him. He grabbed her hands and she knew he’d follow her anywhere right now. She put the quilt down in front of the fire and they both sank down to their knees on it. The twinkling lights from the Christmas tree danced across their skin and she pulled his sweater off over his head. He unbuttoned his shirt and shed it quickly. Abbie looked at his chest, gasping when she saw a scar across his heart.

“What happened?” she asked, her fingers running across it.

“It’s silly, really. I was doing some research in grad school at a battlefield reenactment and I got in the way of something I shouldn’t have. Thankfully, I had modern medical care and an ambulance that arrived in a matter of minutes,” he said. She leaned in to kiss the scar, running her lips across it, her tongue teasingly flicking out at his nipple. He moaned and leaned back away from her, sitting on his heels.

“I have scars, too,” she said.

“I’d like to see them,” he said and she pulled off her wool sweater, revealing her silky black bra.

“Here,” she said, pointing to a bullet wound on her abdomen. Abbie then unfastened her trousers and wiggled out of them, showing him the wound on her thigh that ended her career. “And here.”

Now his fingers explored her flesh, feeling where she had to be put back together with titanium and screws and stitches.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked.

“Not as much as it used to. Sometimes when it’s cold and I have to shovel snow for some guy I barely know…” she teased and he rolled his eyes.

He motioned for her to lie down and she did, shivering as he continued his study of her with his mouth. Her thighs fell open to his gentlest demand and her back arched up when he kissed her clit through her thong. Crane tugged the tiny scrap of fabric down her legs and off and she closed her eyes, hardly able to believe this was happening.

He kissed up and down her thighs, teasing her until she couldn’t take it anymore. She reached for him and showed him exactly what she wanted. His tongue danced over her clit and then inside of her and she couldn’t stop moaning. His beard tickled and his hair kept flopping into his face and he’d have to push it back before diving back in. His hands would grab her hips and pull her closer but there was no way to be closer. Abbie’s back arched as she came and all the lights seemed to grow brighter before fading into nothing. When her body finally calmed down, Crane climbed up beside her and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, a combination of the two of them, and it was sweet.

“Better than any Christmas pudding could possibly ever be,” he said. She reached up and tucked a loose lock of his hair behind his ear.

“Since I didn’t really expect anything like this to happen… I mean, I only expected dinner… I didn’t exactly come prepared. Except with a lot of baked goods,” Abbie said.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long while – not since Kat. I was tested afterward because of that whole thing with… well, you know. So. I’m clean,” he said. She knew this was stupid. She was on birth control but still. Why did she want this person so badly that she’d throw away common sense and wisdom?

“So am I. Clean. And on birth control,” Abbie said.

“Well, then, Lieutenant… do you want to move somewhere more comfortable or do you prefer right here, by the warmth of the fire?” he asked. She liked it here, with the crackling fire and the lights filling the room. It looked and felt like Christmas. She always imagined being with a man she loved on Christmas, enjoying each other. This might not be love yet… but she was certain it could be soon enough.

She took off her bra and then fumbled with the buttons on his pants (who wore button-fly anything anymore?) but finally slid them down his narrow hips along with his silly Christmas boxers.

“Who was supposed to see these?” she asked, laughing at the ridiculousness of them.

“Can’t a man enjoy some festive underwear for the holidays?” he asked. She was looking over his lean body and when her eyes got to parts she hadn’t seen already, she forgot all about the boxers. He was already hard and it was impressive.

“Well, Merry Christmas to me,” she said, licking her lips in anticipation. He blushed, his eyes turned down shyly until she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it a few times. The thrust into her grip and she leaned in to flick the head of it with her tongue as her fingers kept moving.

“Uggh,”he managed to say as her tongue continued to dance around him. They surely looked ridiculous here in the middle of the living room on nothing but a quilt on the floor, nearly naked except for their socks. It was too cold to go without socks.

He moved quickly, and was on his knees with her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms around his neck, slipping into her body. He filled her completely and she was mesmerized by the way he was staring into her very soul as he thrust in and out of her. It was like he had known her forever. Like this wasn’t their first time together.

Everything was a bit hurried and frantic but they could take it slow later. Right now they both needed to satiate this thing that was between them. He threw his head back when he came and cried out her name over and over and she never wanted this precise moment to end.

They fell down next to each other on the quilt, Crane struggling to catch his breath. She was only supposed to deliver a pudding. Just a pudding. Not pudding and sex.

Oh, but she was so glad it turned out that way.

“Please say you’re staying the night?” he asked when he could finally speak coherently again.

“I have to go into my store at about 3 am and prepare for the day,” she said and he sighed with disappointment. “Unless I call my sister and ask her to go open the store. That’s always an option. Or I could tell her I can’t make it because of the snow but she’d never believe it.”

“I have nowhere to go tomorrow. I could come in with you and watch you while you bake,” he said and she looked at him with disbelief. “Oh, Abbie, I’d go anywhere to watch you.”

She laughed.

“You sure it’s not to get more donut holes?” she asked.

“There is that, too,” he said.

She was snuggled in his arms under the glow of the tree, the quilt now partially wrapped around them. And Abbie knew without a doubt that fate was real and they were meant to be together this Christmas and every Christmas for the rest of their days.

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#ichabbie holidays #ichabbie au #fluff and smut #ichabbie fic #long post

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crowkingwrites · 7 years ago

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War Creatures (Ch.4)

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Summary: In a crossover of the Nine Realms and Westeros, you find yourself in the dawn of a rebellion. Odin, Lord of Pyke, has made alliances with your family, House Grover of Highgarden. Your father’s army will join Odin’s army to overthrow the King and take the Iron Throne. There is just one cost to this alliance.You must marry the dark, young prince Loki.In a world where Kings do as they wish, where war is an oncoming storm, and peace is nothing but a dream, you are lost but brave. Loki is more powerful than he seems, and love will grow from the flames of war.

Words: 2512

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11108748/chapters/25302339

I would not give up that easily. He may have rejected my invitations the first couple of times, but he will not reject it this time. I was determined to spend time with Loki. I refuse to have a quiet and fruitless marriage.

My parents did not easily get along when they were first wed. They did not love each other, but they were friends. They talked to one another. They spent time with one another. Then they had my sisters and me.

I sent Elise with another invitation to Loki, but not for tea. Loki had been here for a week, and he has not visited the Highgarden library yet. If I was correct, Loki could not turn me down. Given that he was tired of the people at our reception, I could only assume he would like to enjoy peace and quiet instead of conversation.

I wore a dress with longer sleeves today as it had been raining all morning. I loved my home, but whenever it rained I had to avoid certain hallways and rooms because they were open to the elements. Today was a perfect day to stay inside the library.

The Highgarden library was not as grand as the library in Oldtown, but it was close. Poets and writers of the Nine Kingdoms would come here to write, read, and find inspiration. We had old collections and histories of the Nine Kingdoms along with new tales and stories of war and love.

The library itself was two stories tall with shelves that reached for the ceiling as if they were growing trees. Books and scrolls were organized and kept neat due to my mother’s fear that anything could be damaged. I flopped myself down on a worn chair. It was old and torn, but the lumps made it comfortable. It also constantly smelled like candles burning.

I picked up my copy of Tales of Love and Lore of Highgarden and started at the beginning. Many books were written about my family and ancestors, however this book was more about our people. Who they were, their fights, their romances, and their happiness written in this book.

Just as I was about to read, I heard giggling. I turned to my left to see blonde curls and a bright colored dress.

“Elise?” I said aloud to myself. She was shushing her partner. I tilted my head and shifted my body to get a better look.

Armor with the Odinson crest and blonde hair gave it away. Fandral. Loki’s friend. His hand went to stroke Elise’s cheek so gently. I felt myself blush at spying at the pair. Fandral pulled her close and whispered in her ear. A pang of jealousy rang in my stomach.

No, that was not fair to Elise. She deserved love. Ever since the tryst with an honorless soldier, Elise’s heart was full of woe. I did everything in my power to make her happy, but it was no use. I couldn’t give her what she truly wanted, but maybe Fandral could.

Elise’s eyes smiled at her new admirer. She closed her eyes and they kissed so softly and quietly. They were in their own world. There was no oncoming war, no rebellion, and no children being hurt. There was only them, and I looked on like a caged bird looks at the sky.

At least one of us was happy.

I continued on to the next story as I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I turned sharply, but I was met with disappointment again as I saw Frigga smiling back at me.

“Again?” I said a little bit more rudely than I wanted to be.

“I’m so sorry, Cecilia,” Frigga apologized. “The war council—

“I know,” I interrupted her. My mother would slap my hand for doing that.

“If you long for company, I would be happy to join you,” Frigga said. I shook my head.

“Did he say why?”

“No, he only spoke of the rebellion.” I stood up from my spot.

“Thank you Frigga. I do appreciate your kindness, but I would like to enjoy reading by myself today.” I bowed my head, and she repeated in return. I tried not to keep my hopes up, but I couldn’t help but slouch my shoulders and drag myself back to our room.

My mother claimed it was only proper that my husband and I shared a room despite only knowing each other for a week. Collectively, Loki and I had a lot of things together, so our room looked crowded and messy. There was green everywhere. Green curtains and sheets, green plants, and a dark green bed to finish. Our handmaidens sorted through our clothes, but they left the books and personal items untouched.

As a child, I was taught to never touch something that isn’t yours. However, Loki’s pile of books in the corner looked so curious. Some of them had a squid carved into the binding, others had leather and metal. I picked up one of Loki’s books and looked at the cover. The Rogue Prince. It was smaller than the other books, but it had new binding. The leather was shiny and soft. The pages were yellowed and some of the corners were folded in. I opened the book to the first page and I saw handwriting inside the book.

Loki, I had asked the author to give me an early copy of this for your birthday. I hope you enjoy it. Love, your mother, Frigga.

It was his birthday gift. How sweet of her to think of something like that for him. My mother was very protective over any piece of literature she could find. A book that was tarnished by its owner is an abused book. That trait passed down to me, but the written inscription was very sweet. I turned the page and I almost froze. Handwriting was all over it. I turned to the next page, more handwriting and arrows and lines. I kept turning the pages to find doodles and symbols all across the book. It was not in Frigga’s hand. This penmanship was quick, big, and skinny.

This was Loki’s hand.

I had read the Rogue Prince before, but never this way. Loki had put down his thoughts and deductions on the margins of the pages. I read one of them.

His choice will have consequences. He does not see it now, but they will unfold in front of him. He will not be able to stop it. He can only be a spectator to his own downfall.

Loki had a dark mind, and I became rabidly curious. I sat down on one of our larger seats and began reading. With every page, he wrote more of what he thought. It felt like he was talking to me about the story and about himself.

The Archmaester writes of war like a sad, romantic thing. This is awfully naïve of him. War is not romantic or sad. It is angry. It is the screaming of thousands of men. It is the wrath of their mothers begging for their safe return. It is the promised vengeance on the wronged.

I never liked war. I thought men could resolve their issues with conversation and compromise, but we did not live in that kind of world. Loki was right. War was awful and angry. It made new wives into widows. It made children lonely and mothers depressed. I wanted to take in all his thoughts so badly. I stopped reading the story completely, and I focused solely on his marginal notes.

Love is such a delicate thing. I hope when the time comes that I will handle it as carefully as I can. I must promise myself that I will treat her, whoever she is, with kindness and respect. I will vow to myself that when she comes for me that I will give all of myself to her.

My heart skipped a beat. He wanted love too. He was preparing himself for it. Perhaps he wasn’t rejecting these invitations on purpose. Maybe my father and his men kept him away because they truly needed him. I curled up into the large seat and exhaled all of my doubts out. My mother underestimated him. Loki would be a good husband to me.

: Loki’s POV:

I could tell Lord Garth was getting frustrated just as much as me. I received messages from my brother and my father every morning. My father would tell me his ideas to relay to Garth. He wanted to march on the Riverlands and go to the Vale and the North. Garth agreed with him. He just didn’t know where to start. Riverrun was an option, but Laras, a high-ranking general, kept arguing against it. He claimed Harrenhal would be easier to sack. To my best knowledge, Harrenhal was a haunted and empty place. What use would we have for it? A safe haven? A waste?

The wooden map laid in front of us like blank page. The options ran through my head. Taking Riverrun, sacking Harrenhal, defending Casterly Rock. I felt a growing pain between my eyes. I had been stuck inside this room with the same men arguing over one another for days.

This was madness.

Garth raised his hand, and all his men stopped talking.

“We’re taking a break,” he sighed. “There is food in the hall that has been waiting for us.” My eyes itched and the headache grew on my forehead. I rubbed my eyes as I followed Garth and his men to the dining hall. Meats and ale were placed on the table for us.

His men no longer spoke of war or rebellion. They spoke of their families and their favorite books. They spoke of their wives, and I remembered mine. I had barely seen her since we wed, and I had rejected every single invitation she gave to me. I looked at the ground. Dirt covered the stone tiles.

“Loki, go eat,” Garth said, patting my back. “Standing around will not help you think. Food in your stomach will.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I replied. I tried to shake the feeling off. He guided me over to his spot and I sat next to him.

“You’re guilty about something,” Garth quietly said as he started to eat his chicken.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Your eyes look towards the ground. You’ve been nursing an ache all morning. On top of that, you’re a recently married man and I haven’t seen you smile once.” I felt my stomach drop. He was right. I filled my mouth with food, so I wouldn’t be able to answer.

“I’m not stupid, boy,” Garth told me. “Your brother is with the idiots. You are here with me because your father knows you have a better mind than your brother. You are in the company of some of the best minds in Westeros.”

“Yet, none of you can agree with each other,” I muttered.

“With intelligence comes disagreement. Some of it is out of ego. Other opinions are out of concern,” he explained. “Rebellion is never easy. Everything must be thought out. Every single thing.” I continued to eat. Sir Petra was on the other side of the table. Over the past couple of days, he had done well to avoid me.

“Lord Garth, how long has Sir Petra been in your service?”

“Over ten years. He came here with practically nothing. He was fighting in illegal rings when guards brought him to me. My wife advised I would throw him in the dungeons. I thought his talents could be used elsewhere.”

“So you gave him a knighthood?” I narrowed my eyes at Garth. He chuckled.

“Yes, everyone was against it. Saying I was using poor judgment. My men do not come from rich backgrounds, Loki. They come from hardship and the dirt. I would rather plant seeds than throw them away. This is a kingdom of growth, not of punishment.” I hummed. Lord Garth knew more about ruling than I could ever hope to. His peers respected him and they followed his orders. I couldn’t help thinking if that was all there is to it. Respect and growth.

“What if he betrays you?” I asked.

“Then he is a fool. What kind of a man waits ten years to betray his lord?” Garth said. “Why do you ask these questions, Loki? Did Sir Petra offend you?” I shook my head.

“He looks familiar to me, that’s all.”

“Petra has been to many lands. He’s never mentioned Pyke, but I know your father has taken you to other kingdoms as a child. Maybe you have seen him somewhere else.” Garth continued eating, and I let the suspicious thoughts go. A man who waits ten years to betray his lord is a fool. Suddenly, Fandral took a seat in front of Lord Garth and I, making a fuss to sit down as if he ran here.

“Where have you been?” I said, still rubbing my forehead.

“Busy,” Fandral smiled.

“Busy enough to skip out on the war room?” I said.

“Yes, someone has to write and deliver the constant messages between Odin, Thor, and yourself,” Fandral explained. I wanted to believe him, but I knew when people were lying to me. I observed the discolored marks on his neck and chest. Another lover. I rolled my eyes and continued to eat. If I scolded Fandral now, Lord Garth would think ill of my men and myself. I would save this lecture for later.

“Have we decided on any actions yet?” Fandral asked, half of his mouth full.

“Unfortunately, my spies haven’t seen or heard anything from the Vindici loyalist. I assume he’s close to King’s Landing. Going to Casterly Rock with a united force seems to be the best and most supported idea,” Garth wrapped his large hand around his equally large goblet. “What of Odin? Thor?”

I sat up, ready for Fandral’s report.

“Odin had avoided detection so far in the North. He is going in disguise out of fear of the Jotun people and House Laufey. This morning he sent a white crow to blend in with the snow. As for Thor,” Fandral shot a knowing look at me. “Thor and House Anker are scrambling. They sent a party to find the Vindici loyalist, but have heard nothing back from them.”

I placed my head in my hands. At least Garth’s men were organized and smart enough to know better.

“Does Odin know of this?” Garth asked.

“I only assume so,” Fandral frowned. “If the party does catch and kill the loyalist, what then?”

“King Malekith would assume the worst and he will respond.” Garth said.

“And if the loyalist makes it to the King?”

“Then our King will know of this rebellion sooner than we wanted him to. Either way, Thor and House Anker of Casterly Rock are in danger.”

I sank my head further into my hands. This rebellion has not started yet, and we were already losing it.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki/reader #loki imagine #war creatures #game of thrones crossover #marvel fanfic

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mint-kook · 8 years ago

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Liar || Jung Hoseok

AN: This is my first time updating in a while and I’m sorry it’s been so long, but I’m actually in a cast right now so this took me a while to write but I really really (j)hope you guys like this!

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Some people say that the only true happiness in the world is bought by money, but you had found yours in someone else. And despite coming from a family that worshiped money with everything they had, he had found his happiness in you. The two of you were in love and no matter what happened he always vowed to stay by your side.

Hoseok had promised you that he loved you, done so much to prove it to you and you never doubted him. He loved you with everything he had, and it was shown in ways that highlighted he didn't money in order to be happy. It was in the way he held you at night, or the way he left silly notes around your house, left little doodles on your notes from work.

There was always some way for him to show you how he loved you, and it always made you smile. Not a single time did you ever think to yourself that maybe he would have been lying to you, or that maybe there was something he wasn't telling you. And you never thought that because you believed that Hoseok had told you everything about his family and what they did.

You found yourself walking in the area near your boyfriends home, just enjoying the air before you had to go and meet up with him. He had been planning to go out with you for a couple of days now and you were excited to finally see him again. It had been almost weeks since you had seen him last and so this moment was going to be cherished.

Hoseok had promised to make his absence up to you and there was not a single doubt in your mind. But sometimes the things you expect can be your downfall. You were walking just outside of the coffee shop your boyfriend had told you to meet when you saw the woman sitting in the booth. She looked familiar and you couldn't place why, until you recognized her.

You had seen her on television many times, an actress from a high standing family. She was successful through their help. You knew the area drew people like her, but when you saw the man across stand up ice ran through your veins. You didn't want to admit to yourself in fear that what you thought was really happening, so you did the only thing you could.

The door pushed open with ease and you found your feet leading you to where the two of them were sat at the table. Hoseok's eyes seemed to turn to you and they widened in shock. It was most likely because you had arrived early and he hadn't been expecting to see you just yet. You tried to keep your head clear, keeping your mind open to all of the possibilities. Maybe it was just a deal between families and Hoseok's dad had sent him because they were in the same age range.

"Hoseok." You greeted bluntly. He continued to stare in shock as he eyed you up and down, taking in your image. He was shocked by you standing in front of him, and as your eyes traveled to the other girl you could see the dirty look on her face. You weren't sure what you had done to receive such a look as the one she was giving you but you tried your best to smile at her.

"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here." He replied. You weren't sure what he had met, knowing that something was wrong. The woman got up from her seat and latched her arm around your boyfriend's, continuing to give you the dirty look you had walked in to see. You weren't quite sure what was going on, but things were starting to fall into place for you. You were starting to realize what was going on.

"Who's this?" You questioned.

"I'm his fiance. It's nice to meet you." She extended your hand and you took it without word. Her hand squeezed yours tightly and you gritted your teeth, ignoring the pain of your bones being squished together. Your eyes traveled to Hoseok again, and you two locked vision. The shock was still on his face and you were starting to get annoyed with the pure look of confusion you were receiving.

You were the one who should have been confused, you were the one who had the right to be upset and angry. If anything you should have been thew one giving the dirty looks. There was no right for this girl to be looking at you like that when it was your boyfriend she was hanging off of. Hoseok had been with you were so long and you didn't know who this girl thought she was to come in and claim him as her own.

There were so many thoughts going through your head as you let go of the girls hand, trying your hardest not to let a single one get to you. You held the tears back as you took a step away from the two of them, eyeing the way Hoseok just let her hang off of her. You didn't know when this had started happening between the two of them, and that was what confused the most.

You wondered how much of your relationship with Hoseok had been real, and just how much of it he had lied about. You didn't know who he was at this point and you wondered if everything he had done was just to play with you. Could all of those nights spent laying in bed and talking about everything and nothing have gone to waste so easily, could he have faked it all that easily?

"I guess, I'll be going." You whispered quietly. "Goodbye Hoseok."

You turned on your heel, trying to ignore the rising pain in your chest. The only thing you wanted to do in that moment was disappear and pretend you didn't exist. You wanted to erase everything about Hoseok, everything he had said to you, everything he had whispered to you. You wanted to forget all of the early mornings and all of the unspoken I love you's.

Hoseok's voice rung out behind you as you pushed the door of the coffee shop open but you ignored it. You had to forget about him, you had to forget about everything you thought was real, and you had to stop playing pretend. You couldn't afford to live in a fantasy that Hoseok would every truly love you. You were sure he was doing it because she was rich like he was. It was just the way his family worked, and sooner or later he would end up like the rest of them.

You weren't sure how long it had been since you had last seen Hoseok, but you knew you had been avoiding all of his phone calls and text messages. You couldn't deal with him at that moment and not a single part of you needed the stress of trying to find out the truth. You had been trying so hard to forget about him and you didn't want your efforts to go to waste.

Thoughts flew around your apartment like an echo that would never quite disappear, always landing in the back of your brain on endless repeat. You wanted to pretend they weren't there but there was to much going on. It was the knocking that made you get out of bed, and when you opened the door you felt your heart clench in your chest.

"I don't want to talk Hoseok, please just go away." Every little bit of fight you thought you had disappeared as you took in Hoseok's appearance at your front door. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, something you were so used to seeing him in, but he looked scrambled and disheveled as if he had just run all the way to your apartment.

"Please just hear me out." He begged. You knew you shouldn't have given in, but there was something about him that you couldn't say no to, and that was your biggest fault.

"You have three minutes." You opened your door just the widest bit and he quickly came inside, letting you sit down on the couch. You closed the door and did as he gestured, having him sit on the table across from you, your knees barely brushing against each other but hands gripping each other tightly so you could once again feel what his fingers felt like interlaced with yours.

"I love you, Y/N. And you know that, god I hope you do. Yes, Jihyun is my fiance, but I don't love her. Not one bit. Our relationship was planned between our parents before I even got to say anything and I promise to you with everything that I have I will end this engagement even if it costs me everything in life, even my relationship with my parents, because the only thing that makes me feel even remotely normal in this world is when I wake up in bed and see you laying next to me."

Hoseok's chest heaved as he sat in front of you and you could see the welled up tears in the corner's of his eyes. He was telling the truth and you knew, and a small smile came over your face, but there was still one thing you needed him to answer for you before you could fully accept what you were going to do.

"Why are you doing this? Why for me?"

"Because I am so utterly, and helplessly in love with you, and I can not imagine my life without you." He answered. You looked down at the ground, trying to hide the smile on your face from him, but you knew he had already seen it. "Promise me you'll wait for me, promise you'll wait for me to break off this engagement."

"I promise." You nodded your head, letting out a small laugh and looking into Hoseok's eyes. He laughed along, a smile almost as big as yours coming across his face and shining up the entire room. You knew Hoseok was going to keep his word, and you would wait for the moment he came back to you and to tell you the engagement was off and you could be together. Until then, you would wait.

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