#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets

[zyafics]

can you write about rafe x sarahs bestfriend and reader keeps trying to get with rafe and he rejects her until he finally agrees and teases her around Sarah making reader nervous .. if you find a story like this LMK

truly didn't expect to write today, but ended up doing... this. hope you like it!

SOMEONE NEW | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — Rafe x Sarah's BSF!Female Reader

Content — best friend's brother, fluff, she falls first/he falls harder

Word Count — 1.1K

Song — Someone New by Hozier

“What gives?”

Rafe surprises you. Sitting on a barstool at the Tannyhill estate, you assumed when Rafe returned home, he would ignore you the way he had done all his life. For the past couple of years, you’ve harbored an embarrassing crush on him that amounted to nothing. Sure, you never outright confessed, but you assumed he knew.

He had to.

The way you always strike up a flimsy conversation during late nights in the kitchen from your sleepovers with Sarah. The way you would always try to convince Sarah to join him and his friends at parties—only to be rejected of an invitation. The way you would always search for him to fill your cup, or take you home, whenever you and the Camerons end up at the same function.

You never told him but the signs were there.

Yet, nothing happened.

After spending a summer in the Bahamas, you decided it was time to put yourself first. You changed the way you dressed, the way you style your hair, the way you put on your makeup. It wasn’t for him, it wasn’t to impress him—it was for you. A new version deserved a new update, a new way to love, and you’re pulling out all the stops.

Now, back in Kildare, you’ve resumed your presence at the Tannyhill estate. Sarah invited you over for a sleepover, but she’s currently out getting some of the snacks. Leaving you to your own device, in her house, with the return of her brother.

Whom you didn’t even realize came home.

It fucks with him.

Because he’s used to you, his little sister’s best friend, always gawking at him from across the room. Always fetching him a beer from the fridge, or blushing whenever he comes into your proximity. Neither of that has happened since your return and Rafe can’t lie and say the loss of attention hasn’t bruised his ego.

But it’s something else. Something magnetizing about the air around you. He doesn’t know if it’s the change in styles or the sudden wave of confidence you’re exuding, but it’s different, and it’s intriguing him like never before.

“What?” You ask, lips parting and releasing the chewed-up plastic straw you were sipping on. His gaze drops to the fullness of your wetted lips, the new shade of lipgloss making them appear more delicious than ever before. His heart slightly patters—what the fuck? He thinks to himself. What is going on with me?

“What’s going on with you?” He asks, and your brows pull together. They’re shaped, manicured, threaded, the way he likes his women. But what remains is that subtle dip between your brows, that boasts the look of innocence from your features, reminding him of the same naivety and shy-natured he always adored.

“What do you mean?” You say with a quiet laugh.

“You’re different,” he observes, his eyes tracing the openness of your clothes. You’re wearing a stylistic top, one revealing your navel, and a piercing on your belly button. When the fuck did you get that?

You tilt your head to the side, your doe-shaped eyes blinking at him with pure curiosity. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Sort of, yeah,” he admits. You shrink under this proclamation, shoulders tightening, your legs crossing on the barstool, revealing the pretty anklet on your feet, dangling, in a way that makes him imagine what they would look like over his shoulders.

You frown, jutting out your bottom lip, and looking to the floor. “I’m sorry,” you apologize quietly.

“Not—” He pulls back, trying to find the right words. “Not in a bad way. You’re not… you.”

You blink up at him, “Like what?”

You don’t look for me anymore, he concludes, but he finds it pathetic to say. Instead, he settles with: “You’re just different.”

You scrunch your nose at his words, the way they wrinkle, it’s so adorable, he wants to cherish that sight. Rafe finds the courage to ask, “And you’re quiet. You always wanted to talk to me; did some other asshole catch your attention in the Bahamas?”

“Why do you assume they’re an asshole?”

“Most men are,”

“You included?” You ask, tilting your chin to look at him in a sort of challenge.

“Yeah,” he admits after a long silence. “I’m the worst kind.”

It makes you laugh again. In that same carefree, airy laugh that comes with ease. Something about that simple sound unwinds his shoulders, and Rafe takes in the moment as if he can stretch it on for an eternity. Fuck, he thought. What is it?

“What’s so funny?” Rafe asks, his throat suddenly dry. He needs a glass of water, but it’ll be hell before he tries to move from this spot.

“Nothing,” you say with a soft smile, “Just… Self-awareness is always a good first step.”

“So you think I’m an asshole?” He asks, stepping closer. His leg knocks at your feet, causing you to shift your position in a way that accommodates him. You still do that, Rafe recognizes, you’re still making room for him.

Good.

You bobble your head in contemplation, “I don’t think it’s a lie,”

“I can be better,” Rafe declares.

“Sure,” you drawl, unconvinced.

“I’ll be better for you,”

The words came tumbling out without a second thought, and all the presence of air is stolen from your lungs. Your eyes widen into this impossible size, filled with such valiant shock, that you’ve never demonstrated before. He almost wishes he can take back his confession.

But Sarah returns, coming into the room to break the tense air.

“Leave her alone, Rafe,” Sarah snaps, dropping two plastic bags of snacks onto the kitchen island. “Don’t you have some whore to entertain?”

Rafe drops his jaw playfully. “Don’t call your best friend that.”

”I—“ Sarah reddens from the accusation, sliding her gaze apologetically to you, but you laugh it off, gently pushing Rafe’s shoulder, and forcing a gap between you.

He hates it.

“I know,” you answer, smiling at your best friend and shaking your head softly. “He’s being an asshole."

You cut a look over to Rafe with a knowing smile like you’re sharing an inside joke, before returning your attention to your best friend. Rafe had half a mind to grab your chin and force your focus back on him—the other Cameron. “Do you need help carrying anything?”

“Nope,” Sarah shakes her head, grabbing the bags with one hand and using her other one to grab yours. “Let’s go.”

You beam, radiating the same contagious joy as before, but with a new set of layers that Rafe wants to strip down and uncover. Sarah pushes him to the side and moves to the stairs, and as you’re dragged up the steps, you do something you’ve never done before.

You don’t look back.

And in that moment, he realizes, fuck, he might’ve liked you more than he was willing to admit.

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[dosiadove]

this reminds me of a hauntjng dream i had awhile ago.

it is with joy and sadness I tell you he has begun to die tonight. when I came back with my father to examine the deer, it was already gone. dad did not belive me. he said I was acting crazy again. that he would take a back to the hospital if this happened again. I was confused, I did not know how to convince daddy that I had seen the deer. I could not speak or tell him of the noises I heard rustling in the forest and ditch. but the noise listened and it heard the noise that I did not make. the bushes rustled, there was a familiarity that grew closer. daddy pulled me behind him. it's antlers were larger than I had remembered. I wonder what it's eyes spoke to my fathers when it stared back. it might have been his last wishes. my father didn't have time to pull out his gun, there was no reason to anyway. the deer turned and went into a clearing, it wanted to rest before it had the energy to die.

my father told me to cover my ears. that he would finish the deer as it must have been in great pain. but things had other plans. I wonder if dad felt the same fear boiling his skin as I felt in mine. I wonder if his heart and throat became one beating mass as mine did. I wonder why it bothered to tell us it was here. my daddy must have felt what I had. he had his gun pointed at the night, but it was all around us. it's stench felt like a hug. I think it was being so loud on purpose. its whispering and growls a mockery to our ideas of control. as it tried to get closer, we moved farther back, until we could move no farther or we would fall apon the deer. but it never came closer. never as long as the deer breathed and we stayed by it. we coward by the deers side, until the night became restless and left us alone.

when we thought it had gone and must have been far off we left the deers side. and it seemed to die as soon as we stood. a final apology. my fathers gun was drawn as we walked back to the tent and the light around us had begun to fade. we hid in the tent. and the night returned it was growling louder, it was mocking us that we had thought it was not always watching. it whispered to us things we could understand but could not know. we knew we would did and it drove us mad. we ran from the tent as the beast chased us, seperating itself from the night. daddy shot at it, it screamed. we ran. we ran till we saw what could have been a porch light or heaven. we did not care which it turned out to be.

the cabin was two stories, with stairs climbing to a large porch on the second. we ran up the stairs and locked all the doors and closed all the curtains when we came in. but the beast did not return. we could only hear it's screams. the clocks were broken and for a moment I knew this was a dream. but the tapping on the door lead me deeper. we looked through the curtains to see a demon. she called to daddy. she whispered she could help. that she could save both him and I. he opened the door and let her in. she carried a book. she told him that if he translated the book for her, she could stop the beast from ending our lives. dad did not trust her, we argued about what was right to do. he told me I did not know what was best for me. and he shook her hand agreeing to the deal, and the father became only a man as the spirt of God left his soul. me and daddy went back into the home and as he translated the book, i wept.

this action did not go unoticed. and no longer then 30 minutes must have gone by when upon the porch we heard 3 great thuds. my dad went out with his gun and there crumbled lay 2 fawns and there mother and as I came out to become apart of its audience, the beast hiding by the stairs, reached out and pulled the mother into darkness. dad prayed but the words burnt his tounge and caused him to vomit. he asked me to pray instead. and as I went to ask God for help I woke up.

It’s not too late to turn back

[promiscuousg1rl]

how not to — rafe cameron

rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: you and rafe are over, you've been over. and although he was the one who chose to end your relationship, he's also the one who can't seem to leave you alone and let the relationship go.

note: this is based off the song how not to by dan & shay!

You should be used to seeing him by now. Wheezie has been taking ballet classes at this studio for almost a year now and you are one of her instructors after all.

But for the last two months she was always coming in with her older brother in tow instead of her parents, claiming that Rafe had gotten stuck standing in as "dance brother" because they couldn't make it.

You believed it at first. You knew Mr. and Mrs. Cameron were busy people and work related responsibilities came up a lot. However when Wheezie got into her talkative moods and expressed how glad she was that Rafe offered to be her permanent chauffeur, you became skeptical.

Now you knew Rafe loved his little sister to pieces but if there was one thing he was never willing to do? It was sitting up at a dance studio surrounded by a bunch of middle-aged women bragging about theirs daughter's grand jeté being better than everyone else's.

And yet here he is, walking Wheezie in with a smile so big it made the skin around his eyes crinkle.

"Hey y/n!" Wheezie wears an identical smile to Rafe's, fully prepared for class in her light pink leotard and tights.

You stand up from the receptionist desk. "Hi wheezie," you reply. "Today we're going to be in studio B, go ahead and put your things in your locker."

She gives you an eager nod before skipping past you and to the back.

As soon as she's out of your line of sight you sit back down and do your best to make yourself look busy. A part of you hopes he'll choose to leave but as he continues to stare down at you from the other side of the desk, you know its wishful thinking.

"So," he says with that usual drawl to his voice. "How've you been?"

You still before slowly glancing up at him. You despise how good he looks in his backwards-facing baseball hat and Carolina blue UNC t-shirt. Did he somehow get beefier in the last few weeks?

"Uh, I've been good Rafe," you mutter. "How about you?"

Propping his arms atop of the counter, large biceps bulging beneath the hem of his short sleeves, he shrugs. " 'Been hanging in there."

You nod.

It was bizarre to think about how much a break up can change things. This was someone whose ear you used to talk off 24/7. He was a best friend to you before a lover and the one person you told everything to. That was all over now; you're nothing more than two strangers engaging in a boring conversation.

As much is it hurt you, you had to remember that it was his doing. It was his decision to end things with you after two years together.

"I must've missed you at Sarah's party the other night."

You wonder if he actually thinks this whole naive facade will work on you. Especially since you're more than sure that he was fully aware that you declined Sarah's invitation and why you declined it in the first place.

It was him; the reason why you refuse to step foot on Tannyhill. Even when Rose begged you to give Wheezie private lessons on the estate, you politely said no. You just couldn't do it. It was hard enough living in the same town and trying to avoid him; and the only reason you were able to was because of your differing tax brackets.

You were a pogue and after the break up you couldn't help but thank your lucky stars that you resided on the Cut.

Work was also something you looked forward to because him dropping off and picking up Wheezie was rare.

Or at least, it used to be.

"No you didn't," you give him a blank stare. "I didn't go."

"Because of me?"

You sigh. "Rafe..."

You rise from your seat and go to make your way towards the studios. The sight of you leaving practically sends him into a panic, he rounds the desk and softly grabs your sweater-covered wrist in his hand.

"Look you don't have to do that okay?" His face is pinched with guilt. "You don't have to avoid me o-or stop hanging out with my sister because—"

Your scoffs cuts him off and he furrows his brows in confusion.

That expression alone has your skin getting hot. Is he serious?

"Did you not tell me, verbatim, to "get the hell out of your life" and that you were tired of being smothered by me? Are those not the words that came out of your mouth?"

Rafe combs a hand through his hair. "I...yes okay I said some shitty things but it was just that, bullshit. I didn't mean any of it, alright?"

You glare up at him, yanking your arm from his grasp. "And here we go with the excuses."

"It's not an excuse, y/n. I was fucked up because of all that shit going on with the guys, I took it out on you—"

"Like always," You shake your head. "You let them get into your head, and like always, I became collateral damage. It was fuck my feelings as long as," you take a quick glance around, bringing your voice down to a whisper. "Topper and Kelce gave you the validation you were looking for."

Rafe looks down in shame, swallowing hard.

You thought he was past that stage in his life, caring what people thought of him and your relationship. Apparently you were wrong.

"I just don't get it," you feel stupid as tears well up in your eyes. "If I wasn't good enough for you to choose me, then why can't you just leave me alone?"

“I made a mistake yn,” Rafe shuffles in place, working up the courage to meet your eyes again. He regrets it as soon as he takes in the tears in yours eyes. He hates himself for making you cry, it makes him think of the promise he broke. The one where he said he’d never hurt you and couldn’t imagine ever doing so. But he was a destructive bastard who was only capable of breaking things; hurting those closest to him. It was in his nature.

And yet, despite being fully aware of who he was and everything he was capable of, he couldn’t find it in himself to let you go. Not when he still thinks about every minute of everyday. Yeah it was contradicting; he made his choice and he should be the one who’s strong enough to walk away and move on. However the thought of you no longer being in his life terrifies him more than anything else.

 “I just wanna fix it.”

“You can’t,” You say, turning away from him. “So please, let this go. Let me go.”

[savanir]

The cure to vampirism is to never get turned at all

Dick is not ashamed to admit he's in trouble. 

He's surrounded on all sides by vampires (because that's a thing now), he's put in this situation by his sister which is just great. Some ancient vampire lady named Pandora says she needs him to defeat the Queen of Blood named Mary and he's pretty sure that involves him being turned into a vampire as well, which he doesn't want. 

He's good but even he can tell his odds are pretty shit. There is no backup coming and even if he could call them they would never arrive on time. 

And of course he's in his civvies and doesn't have any of his gear. Just fantastic. 

But if he goes down he'll go down fighting.

"DANIEL!!"

everything screeches to a halt as the furious booming male voice echoes through the room. 

A large ornate wooden double door in the back slams open and a young man rushes through slamming them closed behind him.

Intricate red and green flashes of energy cover the doors and then the young man turns to the crowd in the fancy crypt.

"Our young gifted prince? There is no need for you to attend this meeting, But if there is a way we may assis-?" The question hovers in the air, choked off as the young man runs forward and with hands shimmering in eerie venomous green and deep blood red energy he tears through the random vampire's throat, startling all the others. 

"I'm putting an end to this madness, here and now" He drops the gradually disintegrating corpse on the ground. 

"Young prince!?" Exclaims lady Pandora.

For Dick things become a blur after that. Screaming and screeching and inhuman growling. The young man easily tears through them all with his powers. It seems some form of backup did arrive, but if this is a blessing or a curse remains to be seen.

Dick doesn't understand though, he seems to be one of them so why...?

One second they are all still fighting then the next the old vampire lady is lying dead on the ground, gradually turning into dust. The vampires who remain all stare at the young man in shock. “he… he killed Pandora, our oldest. The strongest of us” 

None of them seem to know what to do now. There are a lot of dead vampires all around, in Dick’s humble opinion this meeting could not have gone worse for the acolytes of shadow. He’s not feeling too upset about that though considering what they wanted from him. Still, the fact that they aren’t outright trying to kill this young prince in retaliation… he must be someone special, that alone is more than enough for Dick to keep his guard up around him.

Then the young man darts forward and grabs Dick's wrist, "we have to leave, the seal I put on the door is about to break. I won't be able to protect you from him"

"Who?" Dick can’t help but ask as they both start running for the exit. The young man quickly dragging him up the stairs. For a split second does Dick think about Melinda, he’s not entirely sure if she was among the ones killed or not. She was the one who tricked him into that mess. 

Well, she absolutely knew the consequences, she told them about him being Nightwing, if whatever is left down there decides to punish her for this fiasco that’s probably what she deserves.

"I'll explain everything later, I promise, but we need to go now!"

The furious noises behind them grow steadily in volume. Danny pushes Dick forward as he slams the red fake fridge door closed behind them and another flash or red and green covers that as well, another seal of sorts most likely. The one other person in the kitchen startles as the two of them run past him.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Danny, now this way, quick!" the young prince, Danny apparently, faults over the Waffle House front desk Dick not hesitating to do the same.

"DANIEL HOW DARE YOU!" comes faintly from behind them as Danny slams the fake establishments front doors open and pulls Dick out of there.

"Oh he's next level mad" mutters Danny as they are running again. Meanwhile Dick is just very glad to be breathing in the fresh cold night air of Bludhaven. 

However, his legs are having trouble keeping up with the pace, he has taken some serious hits and those things definitely don't pull any punches. 

He can’t help the faint pained groan and the speed with which the other man snaps his attention back on him almost makes him flinch. 

"Do you need a hand?"

"I'm fine"

"Here let me-" 

Next thing Dick knows he's being carried, if he wasn't friends with so many supers and speedsters he'd probably be flailing. Instead he's just kinda used to it and lets it happen even if it’s a bit awkward what with Danny being a bit shorter than him.

He's glad when they get to a safehouse and Danny puts him on the couch. He then goes to fetch Dick the first aid kit. 

"Who were we running from?"

"Old as balls vampire lord named Vladimir Masters, he’s in cahoots with the acolytes of shadow. And I guess he’s now fully in charge seeing Pandora just had her final death."

Dick pauses and just looks at him. 

"Yes he's really named that" Danny looks rather tired.

"And I'm guessing he's the sort who is going to be a massive headache"

"I mean they had this whole plan of world domination, you were a key player in that plan which is now completely ruined by the way. I was part of it too but I really don't want anything to do with any of that so... here we are"

"Here we are"

It's only when Dick is fully bandaged that Danny flops down in the nearest arm chair and drops his head in his hands and takes a deep shuddering breath. Perhaps all the murder is catching up to him? 

"Are you okay?"

"Don't mind me, I'm just... thirsty... I'll be fine" 

"Ah yes of course, vampire."

"I'm unfortunately a vampire yeah but don’t get it twisted, I'm absolutely not one of them" Danny looks up and sneers, Dick can now clearly see the fangs. “Seeing humans as cattle… the absolute moronic-” Danny trails off in furious muttering. “living in a world with demons and angels and aliens and whatever else but no we’re the ones who deserve special treatment.”

Dick makes a choice and then gets up, Danny watching him go and curiously listening to him opening and closing something in a different room before coming back and holding out a blood bag with a bit of IV tube hanging out of it. 

"Here you go."

“Oh! thank you,” Danny gladly takes the bag, "You just have bags of blood in your house?"  

"You never know when you need an emergency blood transfusion. Especially considering my nightly activities." … you know that sounds kinda vampiric in it’s own way doesn’t it?

Danny snorts and starts drinking. It kind of looks like a huge capri-sun that way. It's sort of adorable. 

If only it wasn't a massive plastic bag of Dick's own blood but whatever. 

They both fall quiet as Danny focuses on his drink and Dick takes a moment to think about the absolute mess he just went through.

“Someone called you gifted… what did they mean by that?”

“This mostly,” Danny holds out his hand and shows Dick the strange glowing mixture of red and green energy he saw down in the crypt. “I am a huge anomaly because I became a vampire while I was half alive and half dead. What that means for the most part is enhanced powers, I am even harder to kill than a regular vampire and you cannot fix my vampirism with one of those disgusting smelling pits of… what was it called? Lar- Lazard?” “Lazarus,”

"Yes that! Anyway I am like.. the backup to their world domination plan, initially they just wanted me to be their weapon but I have morals, pesky things, super annoying according to them. Which is why they decided to ‘recruit’ you. But I managed to screw that up too.” Danny looks very satisfied with himself about that. 

“Thanks for that” Dick says genuinely earning him a cheeky sharp fanged grin from Danny. Though he wished it had not involved such a massive carnage, he’s very glad he’s not a vampire right now. Beggars can’t be choosers he guesses.

“It would probably be best to get the League involved, root them all out. Vlad is definitely going to make more drastic moves now that things have turned out this way.”

Dick ponders to himself, “Yeah… let’s be Helsing about it,” He already got a Vampire on his side too.

Danny dejectedly looks down at his empty blood bag, “... can I have another?” He asks carefully.

“Sure!” responds Dick with a smile that finally manages to ease the tension out of Danny’s shoulders.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

•~{ Heyyy so not much to say but hope you enjoy }~•

•Undead Gardener•

Ivy has made a friend, now let’s go back a little.

When she was in the park late at night, she was told by some plants that some asshole buried a body here and that would be unhealthy for the plants.

She saw that someone got to the man first, he had thorn vines around his arms, legs, and neck and a flowers she hadn’t ever seen before in cuts on his body and he was most certainly dead so as Ivy was wondering if the plants themselves did this she heard some footsteps from behind her and when she turned to look she was met with a boy.

“Oh hello” the boy says clearly surprised with her being here but that’s not what caught her attention at was the same red and purple flowers from the body are on him by his neck and the same vines are around his wrist it makes it clear what this boy did to the man.

“Hello are you the one who killed this man?” Ivy asked simply to the boy “Yes I did, he buried a body in the park it would damage the the green life!” The boy says back to Ivy as he pointed at the body “I was coming back to grab the body and feed him to my blood blossoms” he says and now Ivy wants to learn more about these blood blossoms.

“I could help with the moving of the body” Ivy says to interrupt the boys rambling and uses the vines already on his body to move the body up and turns back to the boy who is now smiling and says kindly “Thank you for the help, I’m Danny and what do you want to know about my blood blossoms?”

“You’re welcome Danny now where did they come from and how did they get the name Blood blossoms?”Ivy said in response and they start walking away with the dead body behind them.

Yeah Ivy made a friend.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

Everything was well for Danny, the ghost have chilled out as Danny has moved to Gotham for college, but he found out that the ecto in Gotham is very… not heathy for halfas to stay for more than a week and even that was pushing it so Danny had to find a way to stay.

So he heads to Undergrowth who he has gotten close to in the past few years and ask what he could do and Undergrowth explains that Blood blossoms eat that kind of ecto that Gotham has like candy and probably not even bother Danny for blood but he would have to wear them on his person to stay healthy.

So Danny grabs some blood blossoms puts them around his neck as a necklace and goes about college life.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Little Facts•

•Sam managed to turn Danny to the dark side [She got him as obsessed with plant life as she is]

•Sam, Tucker and Danny will FaceTime a few times a week and on one of them Ivy and Harley are seen in the background talking and Sam loses her shit

•Undergrowth will randomly show up to give Danny random plants and more blood blossoms [Danny thinks it how he shows affection but he is to scared to ask]

•Harley likes Danny as a kind kid and funny as hell

•Danny’s apartment is full of plants with a eye instead of an pistil or flowers with a mouth full of teeth and vines it looks so cool

•Danny and Sam have grown even closer as friends with Danny new little friends and Tucker feels like it’s spreading

•Danny and Sam will send plants to each other

Danny may be more chill with plants doesn’t mean his space obsession stopped

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Appearance•

[Just because he has a newfound passion for plants doesn’t mean that he stopped being a nerd for space and stars]

[ And here’s a version with pants! I know rare for me but I got to deep in the art and couldn’t pick so you get both! ]

[Just Imagine these but instead of the flowers it’s blood blossoms]

And here is the picture that started this thing

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•~{ And that’s it I hope you gremlins like it byeeee }~•



[danaan13]

After the doctors had left for the evening, and the only ones around were the night nurses, I leaned to the side to peer out of the room door. No one in sight. I burrowed down under my covers and cupped my hands together. Inside the bowl shape my hands made, a tiny magic light bloomed. I let the spell go. And I settled back in bed with a very thoughtful frown.

I could still do magic. What the hell?

When I'd said something about it to the doctor earlier, he ordered tests to check my senses and my brain. He suggested that I'd probably just been eating some wild plant that gave me hallucinations.

I looked at the clawed scars on my right arm. No. Pretty sure I hadn't been hallucinating. What the hell?

I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't sure what to do. Could I go back to being normal after this?

When I dropped my hand back to my lap and opened my eyes, there was a tiny old man sitting in a chair next to my bed. I yelped in surprise and he just smiled. "My apologies. But please... remain calm. We don't want the nurses getting suspicious."

I frowned and said. "Who are you? How did... Where did you come from? That chair was not here before!"

The man nodded. "And it won't be here when I'm gone. My name is Francis. I'm from the Narnoona Association. As for the how... Magic. Like what you just hid under the blanket a minute ago."

I scowled at him and muttered, "Narnia? Really?"

He laughed. "Narn-oo-na. Similar. But not the same. C.S. Lewis had some pretty similar ideas. But no. We're been around longer."

The man crossed his legs and smiled quietly again. "In short, we're a group that tracks and maintains access to portions of our world, where magic coalesces and thrives. I'm sure you're imaginative enough to know how wrecked modern society would be if magic got out. Especially uncontrolled."

I scowled a bit more. "You mean how wrecked capitalism would be."

The man grimaced then and nodded. "Well... that too. I was actually referring to the part where people who shouldn't have power would use it to make things worse for those who are too tired to fight back, because of current socio-economic circumstances."

He looked up at me then, eyes seeming to read right through me. "Though, based on your statement, perhaps you're more suited for our sister organization. Yes... I think so."

He stood up then and tapped the chair. Which then completely disappeared, as if it had never been there at all. He smiled at me again. "Expect a visitor in the morning. She'll introduce herself as your Aunt Katy. Go along with it. You won't regret it."

He winked and then turned around. And disappeared. Like the chair.

What the hell?

I fumed and ruminated on this for a bit. Until exhaustion won and I fell asleep. I told no one, when the next morning came around. It's not like they'd believe me.

And surely enough, about midmorning, a nurse bounced right into my room with a bright smile. "Guess what! We found a member of your family! Your Aunt Katy is here to take you home!"

Behind the nurse, a tall amazon of a woman strode in. She wore the sharpest, sleekest black suit dress I'd ever seen walk off an Armani runway. Perfectly pinned hair, bright red lipstick, and a vibe that screamed Professional.

Professional what? Hell, if I know. But I felt that everyone must believe every word that ever came out of her mouth.

I put on a quick smile. "Aunt Katy? Wow... That was fast!"

Katy somehow became motherly, as she swept forward and hugged me. "Oh it's really you! We were so worried. Well... don't you fear. We'll have you home and sorted today. I promise!"

The nurse beamed and said, "I'll go start the paperwork!"

And then we were alone. The aura of masks seemed to slip from Katy just a little. Her smile relaxed. "I'm Katherine, from The Odyssey Corps. Francis notified me that you'd be a fit for us. He also mentioned he didn't really explain anything. Don't worry. He's just a mischievous fucker like that. I'll read you in once we're somewhere secure. But for now... Trust me. It's not as bad as you think. If you're even half as powerful as Francis said, we'll finally be able to move on certain figures."

I just nodded.

At this point, the nurse came back with a clipboard for "Aunt Katy". She looked it over and then signed it. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's get you home!" she chirped, before handing me a bag with clean clothes.

Very expensive clean clothes. I quickly smiled and went to get dressed.

Why did the island with the demons seem less scary now?

What the hell?

You're in a hospital after surviving for 3 years in the wilderness. What a way to find out that plane crash didn't isekai you. Once everything settles down, you begin to wonder... If this wasn't another world, how are you able to use magic now, and why did that island have demon beasts?

[belu-4]

Marked by you

Couple: Alpha!Patri guijarro x Omega!Fem!Reader

Au!Omegaverse, Alpha x Omega.

Words count: 3,7k

Warning: +18

Patri has never been one of those alphas who believes in destiny or the idea that there is an Omega waiting for her somewhere in the world. For Patri, football has always been the only constant in her life, the only thing that really matters. Love, bonding, brands… She sees all of that as a distant, almost unreal concept. It's not that she doesn't understand instinct, but she's never felt that pressing need to claim or be claimed.

At least, until Y/N arrives at Barcelona.

Signed alongside Ewa Pajor, both from Wolfsburg and best friends. Ewa knew everything about Y/N and vice versa. From the moment Patri sees and meets Y/N, something changes in her.

Y/N is not just any forward; she is fast, intelligent and with a presence on the court that makes it impossible not to look at her. But what really throws her off is not her talent, but the way her body reacts to her presence. Her scent envelops her in a way she has never experienced before, her alpha wolf roars inside her every time Y/N gets too close, every time she smiles at her in that playful way that leaves her head in a mess.

“Well, as you may have heard, we have signed two new players,” Pere said during a meeting before the start of preseason. “Both from the same team in Germany… Please welcome Ewa Pajor and Y/N Weisz, we still have one more signing to finish, but the staff and I are quite excited to welcome these great players.”

Y/N POV.

Ewa and I walked slowly into the meeting room where the players of the squad were. As I entered, I automatically grabbed Ewa’s hand, my nerves jumped when I saw how many people were sitting in front of us, I thought it would only be the players, but there were people from the staff, I assumed the physios, that room was full of people.

“Come on Pup, you can do it” she pulled my hand so I could follow her to one side of Pere. While Pere was talking to us and, I assumed, introducing us, I let my gaze wander around the room. I spotted a person in the audience, which made me feel calmer, until I felt someone push me lightly. “You should introduce yourself Y/N”

“Umm, of course. I’m Y/N Weisz, I’m English and ummh… I play forward, nice to meet you”

I heard Ewa laugh beside me, which made me look at her badly as I let go of her hand “stupid” I wherpered just so she could hear. She just laughed. “You can go take a seat, we are going to talk about what is coming up in the preseason”

There were some free seats next to Alexia, where Ewa and I went to sit. As I settled into the seat, I smelled something that made me frown, Ewa noticed it “what is it pup? Is there something wrong?” I looked at her and gave her a small smile “do you remember that a few years ago I told you that I might have found my partner?” She gave me a confused look while nodding slightly “Girls, can you please pay more attention”

“I’m sorry Pere”

I looked to the side before wherpering “I think she is here” I received a surprised look from Ewa, but neither of them said anything else.

A few chairs away, Patri and Pina sat together playing while waiting for Pere to start talking about what he had planned for the preseason. After the new girl came in, Patri had started to feel strange, which was noticeable by not paying much attention to what Pina was saying to her.

“Damn Patri, could you pay more attention to me? I've been talking for more than 5 minutes”

“Sorry Pina, I got distracted by something stupid”

While Patri responded, without having any idea what Pina had said, she couldn't take her eyes off Y/N, there was something about the girl that made it almost impossible for her not to look at her and keep an eye on her.

“Stop looking at her, you look like a stalker... you're scary”

“Shut up, I'm not looking at Y/N”

Pina let out a laugh when she saw how her friend gave herself away “I never said you were looking at Y/N” Patri sighed as she lowered her head in defeat.

Two months had passed since Y/N's arrival in Barcelona and since then Patri has not stopped feeling strange. Despite trying to ignore what her body tells her every time the forward is near, the reality is that every interaction with her makes her self-control become more fragile.

Y/N's scent has become intoxicating to her, impossible to ignore. Her alpha wolf growls every time the omega gets too close to her, every time he brushes her arm in training or smiles at her in that playful way that leaves her head in a mess.

Y/N, for her part, is already fully integrated into the team. She has made friends with several of her teammates and her relationship with Patri has evolved into a kind of constant game of provocations. Sometimes, Y/N gets too close, pretending to need help with a play, when in reality she just wants to see how Patri tenses up in front of her.

u closeness. Other times, she drops comments that make Patri choke on her water in the middle of the locker room, which causes laughter in the rest of the team.

The connection between them is obvious to everyone, except Patri, who continues to refuse to accept what is more than obvious to the rest of the team: Y/N is her omega.

The music boomed in the club, and Y/N enjoyed the company of her teammates. Patri stayed close, always watching, with that intense gaze that sometimes made her shudder. However, in a moment of distraction, an unknown alpha got too close to Y/N. her strong and dominant scent suddenly surrounded her, and before she could react, she felt how they tried to mark her with their scent.

Y/N’s instinct screamed danger. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to get away, but the alpha insisted with a sly smile.

“You have no mark,” he said arrogantly. “You could use someone like me.”

Before Y/N could respond, a deep growl cut through the air. Patri was there, her body standing between them. Her presence was an imposing shadow, her eyes shining with suppressed fury.

“She doesn’t need anything from you,” her voice was low, dangerous.

The alpha raised her hands in mockery, but Patri gave him no chance to continue. He approached Y/N, leaning towards her neck, and without hesitation, he slid her nose along her omega’s exposed skin, releasing her own scent in an unmistakable way. Patri’s fragrance enveloped Y/N, replacing any trace of the intruding alpha.

Y/N felt her body relax, her instincts finally calming at being protected. Her alpha had marked her, at least with her scent.

The other alpha clicked his tongue and walked away in annoyance. Patri, without turning away, looked at Y/Nintensely.

“Are you okay?”

Y/N nodded, but her heart was pounding. “Thank you…”

Patri just looked at her for a moment before muttering, “I’m not going to let anyone touch you.”

And in that instant, Y/N knew that maybe, just maybe, Patri was finally starting to accept the inevitable.

After that occasion, things had undeniably changed. Y/N trusted Patri more, they went out more often and used to meet up at someone’s apartment to watch movies or a series they had recently started watching together.

Although one of them was collapsing emotionally.

Patri was afraid, she was afraid of love and destiny. Y/Nwas her fear made person.

Four months had passed since Y/N had arrived in Barcelona and Patri had already accepted the inevitable. Her alpha wanted that Omega, she wanted to claim her. Although Patri needed advice or to talk to a more experienced alpha.

“I need your help…”

Patri quickly entered the café where she had met Ingrid and Frido.

“Ther sounds serious,” Ingrid commented, leaning on the table in curiosity. “What’s wrong?”

Patri sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s Y/N. I don’t know what to do with her. My alpha wants her, but I don’t know how to take the next step.”

Frido smiled in amusement. “Why don’t you just mark her and be done with it? Easy.”

“Frido…” Ingrid rolled her eyes. “Not all alphas are as direct as you.”

Patri snorted. “Exactly. I don’t want to scare her or do something that will make her back off.”

Ingrid gave her a sympathetic look. “If she’s your Omega, she’ll know. You just need to show her that you’re there, that you’re not going to keep her waiting.”

But Patri still had doubts…

Patri had managed to sneak out of the locker room before Y/N showed up. She didn’t want to see her yet, not after Ingrid and Frido had made her face her own feelings. So she had opted to seek refuge in the gym, only to be found minutes later by Alexia and Aitana looking grumpy.

“What’s wrong with you?” Aitana asked, leaning against one of the machines with her arms crossed.

“It must be because she’s realized she’s completely in love with Y/Nand doesn’t know what to do about it,” Alexia replied with a sly smile.

Patri groaned. “Can you two not jump to your stupid conclusions for five minutes?”

Aitana raised her hands in peace. “Okay, okay. But if you wanted to talk to us, it’s for a reason.”

Patri sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what to do,” she admitted in a lower voice than usual.

Alexia and Aitana exchanged a look.

“About what?” Aitana asked, though they both already knew the answer.

Patri pressed her lips together, as if she was having trouble forming the words. “About Y/N. My alpha… wants to mark her. But I don’t want to screw up.”

Alexia burst out laughing. “Jeez, Patri! You say that like you’re going to bite her neck all of a sudden in the middle of a game.”

Aitana joined in. “Though it would be fun to see that.”

Patri rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but smile a little.

Alexia sighed and patted her on the back. “Look, if you really want her—and from the way you look at her, it’s pretty clear that you do—all you have to do is show her.”

“But if you really want her, you’ll have to do it.”

“Without being a brute,” Aitana added.

“Yes, without being a brute,” Alexia repeated with a smile. “Just be yourself, but don’t hold back so much. Y/Nis waiting for something from you, Patri. Don’t make her wait forever.”

Patri was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. Then she nodded slowly.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Aitana repeated with an arched eyebrow.

Patri smiled, more confident ther time. “Okay.”

The night when everything changes is nothing extraordinary. There is no special occasion, no event that marks the moment, but the tension between them has been a constant in recent months, growing like a fire that neither of them has wanted to put out.

Patricio and Y/N are at Patri’s apartment, like so many other times. Dinner has been quiet, full of glances that say more than their mouths dare to admit. Y/N sits on the couch, legs folded under her, wearing a Patri t-shirt that's too big for her. The scent of her Alpha permeates the fabric, enveloping her like a constant reminder of who she belongs to, even if she doesn't officially belong there yet.

Patri sits beside her, elbows on knees, eyes fixed on the TV screen, but she's not watching anything. She knows. Y/N knows. It's now or never.

"Patri." Y/N’s voice is soft, but firm.

The Alpha turns her face toward her, her dark eyes reflecting something contained, something she's tried to suppress for too long.

"Yes?"

Y/N licks her lips, her heart pounding. She doesn't want to beg, but she doesn't want to keep waiting either. "How much longer are you going to make me wait?"

Silence settles between them, heavy, burdened. Patricio doesn't answer right away. A few minutes pass, with Y/N waiting expectantly for an answer that never comes.

Taking that as a negative, Y/N decides to leave Patri's apartment, with a big wound in her heart.

“I think I screwed up”

“No shit Sherlock”

Patri looked down when she heard the tone of voice Ewa used with her.

“I panicked, understand me”

Alexia let out a sigh as she thought about how to help her friend.

“I know you're young and you tend to panic on certain occasions Patri, but your actions speak for you this time, and she ended up hurt”

“I know Ale, but what could I say to her?”

The conversation ended there, with a rather affected Patria, thinking about how to talk about that subject with Y/N again and be able to explain her reaction.

Before leaving the locker room, Alexia spoke again “Y/N won't come today, apparently she woke up a little sick and asked Pere for the day off” and with that, she left.

Now Patri had only one mission, go and see her omega and let her know that she wouldn't make her wait for her any longer. She went to talk to Pere, convincing her to let her go because she felt a little sick to her stomach and that she wouldn't be able to train. Pere also gave Patri the day off, believing her poorly crafted lie.

With permission granted, Patri went to her car and then headed to the supermarket that was near Y/N's apartment. She bought candy, chocolates, food and medicine for everything, in case she had a cold, in case she had a migraine, in case she had an upset stomach. Patri was prepared for everything.

Or well, almost everything.

She never imagined that the health problem that had prevented Y/Nfrom going to train that day would be her heat.

When Y/N opened the apartment door, thinking it was Ewa who would bring her food for the day, she was surprised to see Patri standing in front of her.

“Patri? What are you doing here, you should be training with the others…”

Patri was standing there without making any movement yet. The aroma Y/N was giving off was driving her crazy, she wasn't thinking very clearly anymore.

“Ewa sent you? Something bad happened to her?”

“Y/N..”

Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder, which made Patri's body react automatically. Y/N realized ther when she looked down to see what she had bought. Patri was having an erection right now in front of her. Y/N's Omega instincts were playing against her at that moment, the only thing she could think about was servicing her alpha's erection, being able to feel it and make her come.

“I... thanks for coming to see me Patri, but it's not the right time” Y/N was sweating, feeling her body beginning to go through another heat wave and her crotch getting wetter and wetter.

“Yes, sorry I...” Patri gripped the bags that were still hanging from her hands tighter. Her breathing was getting deeper and deeper, her face was now more rosy.

Y/N saw that doubt crossed Patri's face and she decided to take the initiative “You can leave the things in the kitchen… I'll go to my room” she moved to the side, leaving enough space for Patri to enter.

It was clearly a lie, as soon as Patri began to put things away, Y/N stood behind her and hugged her. She let her hands rest on Patri's abdomen, leaving light caresses, feeling the warm skin against the tip of her fingers, which made her moan.

Patri let her instincts carry her. She quickly turned around and captured Y/N's lips in hers. Y/N moaned in the middle of the kiss, urging Patri to continue. She grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto the counter.

“Please, Patri…”

Patri growled into Y/N's neck, close to where her mating mark should be.

Patri smiled mischievously, feeling her heartbeat intensely. Y/N's burning gaze turned her on even more, and the atmosphere was charged with an electric tension that enveloped them.

“Yes, that's exactly what I want,” Y/N answered in a small voice, her breathing ragged. Patri's eyes sparkled as she heard her Omega's plea. She knew that the moment was what they both wanted, a crossing of desires and instincts that they could no longer ignore.

Patri leaned forward, her lips barely brushing Y/N’s soft, warm skin, causing her to close her eyes in pure delight. “You have to tell me,” she whispered, her hot breath caressing Y/N’s neck, making Y/N shiver. She wanted to hear it, she wanted to know how far she was willing to go.

“I want to feel your mark, my alpha, please…” Y/N’s voice was almost a wail, an irresistible invitation. Patri’s hands began to roam Y/N’s body, exploring every curve, every angle. She lifted her shirt, exposing her abdomen, and slowly lowered her lips, leaving a trail of kisses that made Y/N’s skin burn.

“You’re so beautiful,” Patri murmured, leaving a kiss on the underside of her breast. The sound of Patri’s voice made Y/N’s body react immediately; her lips parted and a moan escaped her mouth again. She could feel Patri’s need, the palpable desire flowing between them.

With a speed that took her by surprise, Patri lifted herself up a little, positioning herself between Y/N’s legs, who could wait no longer. Her face burned with desire as Patri looked into her eyes, seeking consent in every moment, every touch.

“Are you ready?” Patri asked, her lips just inches from Y/N’s, as if they were dancing in a current of sexual energy.

“Yes, fuck…” Y/Nanswered, eager, her voice full of longing.

Patri smiled, feeling that little phrase light a flame inside her. “Then I won’t stop,” she said in a husky voice, full of promise.

She took the head of her member in her hands, moving closer to Y/N’s entrance, feeling how wet and ready she was for her. With a firm but tender movement she pushed it in, Patri kissed her again, their time with a fierce passion that made both bodies move in perfect rhythm.

Patri began to rock her hips faster and more urgently, while Y/N couldn't stop moaning and asking for her alpha. The counter shook under the weight of their bodies, but nothing mattered. There was only them, unleashing a storm of sensations. Y/N's nails dug into Patri's back, inviting more.

“Yes Patri, right there… God”

Y/N's head fell forward, resting on Patri's shoulder, while she took one of Y/N's legs and lifted it up on the counter to get deeper. “Is that what you want? For me to fill you up and have my puppies?”

“Yes… I want you to call me Patri… Fill me with your cum”

“You feel so good… Y/N, my friend” Patri ran her tongue over the spot of the mark, preparing it to place her mark.

When Patri felt Y/N’s walls begin to close around her cock, she began to make deeper movements. She was turned on by the idea of ​​being able to fill her omega’s pussy, seeing how Y/N then dripped with her cum.

“Take it all Cari… I want to see how good you will look filled with me”

The only sound that could be heard in that kitchen was that of both of their hips colliding, besides the wet sound they made.

“Patri, I'm going to do it... keep going like that, please.”

Y/N bit her lip to avoid making more noise, but Patri stopped her movements a little when she saw that. “No, Patri... why are you stopping?” Patri brought her hand to Y/N's face and her fingers caressed her lips. “I want to hear you, Y/N…”

After that exchange of words, Patri went back to her swing, waiting for her omega to climax.

As soon as she felt the spasms run through Y/N's body, Patri bit Y/N's neck, finally being able to mark her as hers.

Within minutes, they were both in Y/N's room, where she was riding Patri. Y/N was leaning forward slightly, holding onto Patri's abdomen, leaving scratches, but Patri couldn't care less if that meant seeing her omega jump on her cock and have her tits bouncing in her face.

For the next two days, neither of them left that apartment, although well, Patri was forced to stay lying next to her omega (recently claimed) since she didn't want to feel her alpha away from her. When Y/N's heat ended, they both had to go back to training, normally.

As soon as they arrived at the sports city, it was more than obvious to everyone what had happened, and well, if it wasn't obvious, Y/N proudly showed off the recently acquired mark. Behind her, Patri walked in, a small smile on her lips at something Y/N had said on the way to the locker room.

When Y/N walked out onto the field to warm up with Ewa and Keira, Alexia was the first to make a mocking comment to Patri.

"Welcome to the claimed Alphas club, Patri," Alexia says with amusement. "You've got a great life ahead of you." Everyone present burst out laughing at what Alexia said and at the sight of Patri blushing.

"Honestly, I thought it would take you another year," Frido adds with a smile.

I did my best with this. revised I hope you like it

[xo2dee]

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KISS MY ICE

PAIRING: Yuki Tsukumo x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Ice skating/figure skater au, modern day universe, referrals to social media apps such as twitter, instagram, etc., f/f relationship, lesbian!reader, rivals to lovers, oral sex, cunnilingus WORD COUNT: 3,225 SUMMARY: At the height of your career, she was your downfall. Not that it was particularly a bad thing.

A/N: for @ayyy-pee's The Jujutsu Journal Collab Event, (that was supposed be out half a year ago but ignore that) i'd been dying to write something with yuki for a while and this event gave me the inspiration and push i needed for it. i hope you enjoy!!

Thinking about it, you were sure you could pinpoint the exact moment of your downfall.

Perhaps the red giant stamp of ‘DISQUALFIED’ on your paperwork that night at the preliminaries of the International rounds of Figure Skating signified you were at a new all-time low, but you had only been disqualified from the women’s singles competition so you still had your chance. Or maybe it was when you’d been told instead of being able to compete in the Winter Olympics as a single, you were only qualified for mixed pairs due to your insubordination as a single skater (which whatever, yeah, you still had the love of the game and all the recognition). Yeah, both of those outcomes somewhat sucked when you renowned for being at the top of your game and an inspiration to women athletes everywhere, but nothing compared to when you realized who you were being paired up with for mixed pair Winter Olympics.

Tsukumo Yuki.

Tsukumo fucking Yuki.

Quite literally the bane of your existence, and the woman of all your festering, maddening desires.

It had to be karma you thought, you both had been disqualified as single skaters due to… a night gone wrong really on both of your sides, so of course the universe would slap you two together saying you could only compete in the Olympics together if you did it as a pair. And it just had to be the person you had history within the form of your faces plastered all over news sites and gossip blogs that caused both of your disqualifications and the reason you held some sort of grudge over the woman. A grudge and a crush, you groaned internally, remembering the headlines and picture that had almost plummeted your skating career.  

It was New Years Eve, and a party at the famous idol Iori Utahime’s place was where you had both been that night. You and Yuki knew each other before of course, it came with competing against one another in the same sport, and when there was two girls opposing each other there was bound to be a rivalry born between the two. A rivalry with some sort of sexual tension in-between since every time you seen the woman you either felt like shoving her into the nearest wall and/or making out with her in the process and given the way she looked at you at times you wondered if she felt the same. And of course, it was like everyone said, drunk words were sober thoughts.

She was drunk, you were drunk, and your feelings seemed to get in the way after you moped to her about scores and then next thing you knew you two were breast to breast kissing each other. You could still taste her – strawberry flavored lip gloss painted on those lips as she ran her tongue along your bottom lip, your own chasing the phantom sensation as you recalled the endorphins a mere kiss sent you into. You were too inebriated to notice the flash of multiple phone cameras, but not too intoxicated to remember the way her mouth felt against yours and how bad you wanted her.

After you two split ways at the party, and then the next morning you were getting phone calls and text messages from your manager and PR team full of Twitter links and websites to blogs with that fucking picture of you and Yuki lip locked and completely ignorant of the world around you both. After that, it was all either a bunch of grown ass men sitting on their couches calling for yours and Yuki’s disqualification on Twitter, or it was people making edits of you and Yuki together and even coming up with a ship name for you both – like you were just people for their entertainment. And it was completely quiet from you or Yuki contacting each other at all.

(Until you got paired together, and you had to fight the urge to tackle her for another hot kiss every time you both practiced your lifts and jumps together.)

It left you feeling… hollow, but also pretty fucking annoyed because who kissed someone like that with so much passion and then ghosted them? It was whatever, and you stayed off of Instagram, Tik Tok, and Twitter from the advice of your PR team until you got word of your qualification in the mixed pairs competition. It was like a sick joke; first they condemned you for kissing her, and then they were shoving you together in a rather intimate and graceful routine in such a beautiful sport… Yeah, you supposed there and then you were at your downfall.

And that left you where you were at that moment, tying your skates on securely in the locker room as you prepared yourself for your upcoming show and probably quelling any insane need to kiss Yuki if you both got an outstanding score. Because regardless of your feelings, you both were amazing skaters.

You tapped your heel onto the floor, the blade of your skate clicking as you tested out its overall sharpness the moment Yuki entered the room. You hummed underneath your breath as you sat on the bench while trying to discreetly ogle her without her noticing, noting the sleek black outfit with sequined sides did absolute wonders for her legs. She was one of the few that liked to wear outfits with pants, and you’d only see her skate a few times in the skirts, but in your pair Yuki was the one lifting you she assumed a more covered form while you got to show of your legs in the white ensemble for the routine you two picked.

The smile she graced you with made you bite your cheek, her form coming to sit down next to you as you switched to breathing through your mouth to avoid her sweet perfume. “You nervous?” Yuki asked after a moment, letting you watch a lock of her hair slide off of her shoulder and close enough to touch your own.

Nervous was an understatement, yet you were not nervous thinking you two would do bad, more you were nervous being alone with Yuki.

You blew out a long breath, straightening your legs as you looked at your feet rather than her eyes, “I wouldn’t call it that.”

“Oh?” her head tilted in your peripheral vision, “And what would you call it?”

Sexual attraction. “Stress, maybe. Or embarrassment could work too,” you lied through your teeth, and perhaps the only time you had lied to her in your life. Even that day she walked up to you and asked you what was your type in men was you had straight up told her you weren’t attracted to men at all. The surprise on her face was palpable, but you wouldn’t ever forget the way Yuki’s eyes lit up and a slow smile spread across her face.

She hummed low in her throat, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned into the lockers behind her, “C’mon, what’s too be embarrassed about?’

“You don’t see what they say about us?” you grumbled, not like it necessarily bothered you, but more you couldn’t stand one kiss being attached to your name constantly.

Yuki laughed, “Who cares? What we did isn’t any of their business, and if anything else happened it still wouldn’t be their business.” She said it all so nonchalantly there was no reason you didn’t believe her, however, some of her words struck a chord inside of you. More of the carnal desire than anything else.

“’If anything else happened’?” you parroted back to her, finally turning your head towards her and meeting her eye for eye, “What? You think one kiss proves anything?”

A slow smile spread across her face, the glint of her lip-gloss making you lose focus for a moment to stare at her lips before you met her eyes again. “Of course not, I think it was a start though.”

“A start to what? The new and improved version of Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding?” A snort left your chest at the thought because no matter the rivalry you’d never find it in you to wish ill upon Yuki. Quite the opposite actually.

A sigh tickled your ears, Yuki’s body scooting close enough so that you were hip to hip and thigh to thigh with each other, “Y’know what I think? I think that’s not all that’s bothering you,” she paused to assess your body language and seeing no apprehension within you she continued with a sad smile, “I wanna ask you something.”

A million things ran through your mind at that moment, ranging from whatever she could possibly ask you or if she was going to tell you that she no longer wanted to compete any longer and dropped out last minute. However, regardless of the oncoming doom your brain was festering out of paranoia you couldn’t not hear her out. Though you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, nodding to her in fear you’d make a fool and stutter instead.

She blinked slowly, and you watched her pupil dilate when she reopened her eyes to look at you, “All those… moments between us, and I know that you know what I’m talking about…” Yuki’s gaze softened, and her fingers curled into her palms, “Did they mean something to you?”

You knew what she was talking about. All those moments between you two at practices, the way her hands rested on your waist (and how good it felt for your touch-starved soul), how she lifted you and put you down with so much gentleness you couldn’t help but think she harbored some softness for you, or maybe in your shared hotel room just the night before when you took turns nursing a bottle Vodka to help get rid of those nerves for the competition. You could remember the melodious octave of her laugh when you almost busted your ass trying to get the bathroom the night before, and when you’d been drunkenly trying out a Lutz jump without any momentum or ice.

There wasn’t anything denying how well you two could bounce off of each other, but more your pride getting in the way of allowing yourself some flexibility.

You swallowed, trying your best not to let your emotions show on your face, “The company of a new friendship? Maybe…” you lied, and even as you said it you watched the recognition flit across her face.

“That’s not what I meant.” A soft laugh made your face burn, your knees knocking together as you fought off the chills it brought. “I think I should apologize actually; all the mixed signals and teasing I did, I was only trying to see if all that attitude was hiding something else.”

Your face must’ve taken on an insane expression, Yuki’s laugh bouncing off the walls at your reaction to her confession as you tried to remain as nonchalant as possible, “So you were testing me?”

“I mean, there’s a reason why I didn’t listen to my publicist.” You felt her shrug, and your heart skyrocketed. “I don’t think I can stand staying away from you too long, almost like I’m obsessed with you really. I stopped seeing you as just my opponent a long time ago too.” Yuki’s voice had taken on a lower tone, like honey dripping into your body and your muscles molding into mush the more she spoke to you like in your ears and kept giving confession after confession.

Your heartbeat was a drumming in your head, your own blood rushing loud enough you were able to hear it with your own ears, and the nerves in your body suddenly lit ablaze when you realized the gravity of her words. Every parasitic worm in your body that screamed for the touch of Tsukumo Yuki awoke and your soul screamed for the woman so close to you. And it must’ve shown on your face as she smiled and her eyes shot down straight to gaze at your mouth.

“Y’know,” Yuki drawled out slowly, an unmistakable deepening in her voice that shot straight into your lower abdomen, “if you want something, you should go ahead and take it…”

The invitation in her eyes was loud and clear, and the way she leant back into the lockers behind her and legs opened for you. You wasted zero time at the sultry look within her eyes, practically launching yourself forward onto her mouth as she laughed before your lips met. The kiss didn’t feel as sweet as the one that night on New Year’s Eve, but she tasted all the same to you. That time you both were all teeth clacking against each other, saliva intermingling with your tongues, and nails finding themselves into part of each other that you could reach. You supposed the syrupiness of Yuki’s taste was the foundation of your attraction to her, and the near animalistic way you two went at each other was the core of it all.

But whatever it was, you decided then and there you would never be able to get enough.

Yuki lips broke away from yours with a ‘smack!’, pushing you away as she dropped to her knees onto the floor in front of you, “Let me taste you.”

You held zero objections, carefully swinging both legs over her shoulders as you hurriedly fought to get your leotard off and down enough so that her mouth could find you. The kisses and bites on your thighs you knew you’d have to cover up in some sort of way, but you didn’t care for the moment, not when her lips and tongue seated themselves along where you yearned for her most and your eyes immediately rolled in the back of your head with a loud, keening moan following after.

Yet, a manicured hand covered your mouth with two of her fingers slipping in to keep you busy as you felt her laugh against your pussy. You got the message clear: You didn’t need the media finding you both in an even worse position. However, you were eager enough to slide your tongue along her fingers, moaning and sighing against her hand as her tongue swirled atop your clit and your head banged against the lockers behind you. You were careful enough not to slice her with the blades on your skates, keeping your hands curled into the bench you sat on to not fuck up her hair as you began to jerk your hips into her face in tune with how her mouth moved.

Your brain was slowly turning into goo then, only thinking of how fucking good it felt to have her tongue-deep in your pussy. Your neck rolled around as you nearly felt like denting the bench in your hands when the weight in your lower abdomen grew larger and harder, with your thighs beginning to shake once more when her nose rubbed along your sensitive clit.

Your bones were turning soft and moans growing louder as Yuki’s enthusiasm grew tenfold as her hold on your hips doubled down to almost bruising and you started to hear her breathing become labor. She was enjoying just as much as you were, and the thought sent a solid curl downwards to where your anticipated release grew in wave tides.

Already, you were close

The sinful lips that been mouthing away at the entirety of your cunt broke off once more taking her tongue with as you heard a deep, harsh breath and a low ‘Mmm’, before her mouth was latching back onto your clit to suck at it once again. Your back arched deeper then, mouth parting in a soundless wail as your hands left the bench to grip her shoulders. Your nails dug into her leotard, letting you hear a moan vibrate against your pussy, her ministrations nowhere near letting up as she continued you pull down into the paradise that was bliss personified with only her skilled mouth.

You could hear the noises of your drenched cunt then, the squelching growing louder as you rocked onto her face faster. Yuki didn’t seem mind just how much of your juices were pouring out of you, lapping them up like a woman starved and not even caring if it was messing up any of the show makeup on her face. You pulled your legs closer to you, in return forcing her face more into you as you wondered if you were practically beginning to face-fuck her as your grinding increased the longer she was eating you out.

Your head rose as your chest heaved and you took a peek at just what lied in between your thighs. But of course, the woman of your dreams that laid there had felt you move and her eyes were already straight onto yours as she sent another harsh suck at your clit. Watching her suck at your clit was one thing, however, her dark intense eyes already peering into yours when you looked up for just a glance sent something completely mind-blowing straight into your entire soul.

You fell back, your eyes rolling back into your head as the dam inside of you was at its breach.

It’s right there, there, ther – Fuck!

Your hips rolled faster, harder.

Yuki’s lips pulled and sucked faster, harder.

Your mind was only on Yuki as your back arched in a near horrifying backbend and your fingers knotted into her outfit more. Another moan vibrated your entire cunt and your legs constricted more as they began to roughly shake with another pornographic moan falling out your mouth she quickly covered up. The pressure in you was too large to ignore then, spine tightening as you sought relief for it and when Yuki’s lips pulled off your clit and her entire mouth was back on your cunt with her tongue pressing back into and her nose pushing in the absolute most direct, right way on your clit –

The stretching sensation inside of you snapped, and you were gone.

Thankfully Yuki was smart enough to cover your mouth the moment you two got busy, because you were sure from how loud you were with your mouth muffled security would be busting down the damn door thinking the worst from your moaning (or something entirely different). You could practically feel yourself jerking and squirming as the orgasmic bliss slowly began wane out of you and left your cunt and clit throbbing in the aftershocks of it. As your muscles relaxed and you tried to slow your heaving breath down, Yuki coaxed you through the burst of your release, her tongue lapping away at you and gently licking to bring you down from that powerful high. 

It was a few moments before you blinked into clarity and your back fell back down as did your hips, heart loud in your ears and thumping against your ribs, as you realized what you had done. “Oh shit.” You were never going to get Tsukumo fucking Yuki out of your mind.

Yuki pulled away with a smug grin, nails digging into your thighs as she tugged you further down and onto her mouth with a mumble, “We got at least ten more minutes. Besides, you said you were stressed.”

Then and there, you decided Tsukumo Yuki was your downfall.

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Mission: Love Birds(AnnKatrinBergerXJessCarterXKeiraWalshXBergerReader)

Summary: you have a big crush on your ex teammates Keira. You Play for FC Barcelona still. At national Camp you Talk to your older sister Ann Katrin about her and she ends up talking to Jess about you having a thing for Keira.

You are roommates with your older sister. Which you both loved cause you barely saw one another. You currently were unpacking your stuff.

"so did you finally got together with Keira or are you still Dancing around one another?" Your sister asked.

"No we are not together!" You told her and sighed. Your sister gave you a confused look.

"You clearly have a thing for one another! Otherwise you wouldn't have hooked up so many time while she was still in Barcelona with you!" She stated. You nodded your head softly.

"i mean yes, we clearly like one another but it's complicated! For one, Lucy is my best friend and Keira is her ex!" You tried to explain. "She didn't mind us hooking up but i don't know If she would Like me Dating her ex!" You explained. Your sister rolled her eyes at you.

"i am quite sure If she is fine with you and her between the Sheets, she would be fine with you making her Happy and be with her for real!" Anne answered. You couldn't really argue with that Logic.

"okay yes you might be right! But i don't know how to start this conversation!" You told her.

At the same time Keira was sitting in the gaming room at England Camp. She was deep in thoughts . So Lucy walked over to her and sat with her.

"Keira? What's going on? Are you okay?" She asked her. Keira took a few seconds to realize someone was talking to her.

"luce, yeah i am okay. just thinking. You know?" She explained and sighed softly.

"thinking about what?" Your best friend wanted to know.

"i can't seem to get over y/n." She admitted. Lucy smirked softly.

"you are in love with my best friend? Not surprised! It's quite obvious to everyone! Why don't you tell her?" Lucy wanted to know.

"cause things are complicated!" Keira stated.

"why is that?" She asked and looked confused. "you both like eachother." Lucy added.

"cause Long Distance can be tough! As you may know!" Keira said. Lucy rolled her eyes, playfully.

"i know it can be tough, but it also is so worth it!"Lucy answered.

A few hours later you were playing FC 2025 with Lea & Klara while your sister was in your room, calling Jess.

"No i am serious she looks like a kicked puppy! We need to do something!" Anne told her girlfriend. Jess sighed softly.

"from what i have seen today, Keira is the same. I saw Lucy talking to her today. And i heard y/n's name being mentioned!" Jess admitted.

"See, let's figure something out. We can involve Lucy cause sounds like she already is on board with this!" Anne said.

Jess actually went to Lucy about this.

"Lucy, we have to figure something out about Keira and y/n! Anne said y/n looks just as miserable as Keira does. All the two have to do is ask one another if they should give it a try both of them are anxiety filled messes!" Jess stated. Lucy laughed softly.

"yeah that sounds like them! Let's do this!" Lucy answered.

What they didn't know was that something was happening right now at German National Camp. Something that might make things work out for you without them even having to do anything.

You were having a practice game when you were practicing Corners and Klara accidentally landed on top of your arm cause there was alot of pushing going on. The crack was heard on the entire Pitch. Your sister was by your side really quickly.

"it's okay, it's okay. I got you!" She said as you sat up. Sitting against her now. The medics coming over right away.

"i am so sorry, y/n!" Klara felt really bad.

"not your fault!" You breathed out. Trying not to look at your arm, which clearly was broken. You were taken to the hospital for X-rays.

After that practice was cut short. Anne called Jess to let her know what had just happened. And Jess promised to inform Lucy. Since she was your best friend.

"Lucy! Y/n got hurt during practice today! It Sounds like her arm is broken! She is still at the hospital though!" Jess told her. Keira was with her so she heard it as well.

"oh no! That's terrible! I will call her soon to Check in!" Lucy answered.

"i will call her as well! I feel bad for her that Camp is over for her!" Keira stated.

"yeah me too!" Jess said gently and sighed.

Indeed your arm was broken, but you didn't need surgery. So that was good. But you did make the decision since Camp was over for you, that you would go and see Keira and finally asked her to be yours!

So you flew to see the lionesses, Jess picking you up from the Lobby to show you up to Keiras room, the one she was sharing with Leah. When you knocked on the door Leah opened it. Smirking softly to herself.

"Keira? There is someone here for you!" Leah stated. Keira was confused and walked over to the door.

"y/n? What are you doing here?" She asked but gently took your hand to pull you inside. Leah quickly slipped out of the room to leave the two alone to talk.

"i needed to see you! The entire time i was at Camp, which wasn't that long...but still...i was thinking about you! I think about you alot actually and i want to be with you! I Hope you want that as well! Cause otherwise i just made a fool out of myself!" You explained to her. She pulled you in for a kiss, and you happily kissed back.

"i am all in!" She said when she pulled away. Smiling at you.

You May ask yourself if love making was possible with a broken arm. Yes it was.

Everyone was glad you two finally have gotten together. So you left the next morning with a smile on your face and flew back to Barcelona where some of your Friends were already waiting on the Gossip. One of them was Olga, Alexias girlfriend.

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Golden Pt. 6 - The Weasley Twins x Reader

(Warning: this chapter contains smut (minors dni) with both brothers. Strictly with reader, no sword crossing. Don't read this chapter if that's not your thing.)

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Those were the first words you heard, following the loud bang of your door flying off its hinges. Fred didn’t waste a moment before grabbing his brother by the shoulders and punching him square in the jaw. You screamed at the sound, pushing yourself back towards the wall. He landed a few more blows before George managed to throw him off. “What the hell are you on about?” “Are you daft? You’re in her bloody bed, George! What the hell did you do to her?” George grinned wickedly. “I fucked her, you twat. Or do you want the details?” Fred’s eyes darkened. “I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you if you hurt her.” George took a step closer to his brother. “And if she wanted to be hurt? What then?” Fred finally cast his eyes towards you, scanning for damages. “I’m sorry, Fred. I should have told you.” He didn’t waste a response on you, storming off silently.

George did a rough wipe of his nose, clearing the stream of blood. “Fucking fantastic. Now I get to break the news to Mum about our soulmate with a broken nose.” Your face drained of color, every ounce of blood seeming to rush back to your chest. “What?” “You’re meeting our family today, princess,” George smiled bitterly. “They’re going to love you.”

The three of you arrived at the Burrow before supper time, luggage in tow for a weekend stay. George carried yours without a word. Fred still couldn’t look at you, his eyes trained on the door.

“No one speaks a word of this to Mum,” he said evenly. “We’re soulmates, we’re in love, and we’re happy. We can sort the rest of this out on Monday.”

Fred had barely rapped the door thrice before Molly yanked it open and pulled her son into her arms. “Hey, Mum,” he said into the fabric of her dress, still in her tight embrace.

“I’ve missed you, Freddie!” She pulled away from her first son and moved onto her second, pulling him into an equally crushing embrace. “You too, George!”

When she finally released George, her attention fell to you. If she hadn’t been missing her sons so much, hadn’t hugged them so quickly, she would have seen it sooner. Her jaw fell slack as she laid a gentle hand on your face, right over Fred’s soulmark.

“She’s mine, Mum,” he smiled, though you could tell it was tinged with sadness. He placed his hand where his mother’s just was - where it fit perfectly.

Fred finally introduced you to his mother - your name, your house, your family, though you found your attention crawling back to George, his golden mark still unnoticed.

“Let’s get you inside then, shall we?” Mrs. Weasley asked, pushing you towards the doorway. You had almost made it to the threshold when she yelped. Your head snapped back to her, holding George’s arm within her hands. “You too! Eighteen years without a match and suddenly both of my boys find one within the same month!” “Mum,” he begins, but she continues on. “Not a ring. Not an Owl. Not even a Howler! And you’re worse than your brother! Didn’t even bring them to meet me!” “Yes, I did,” he finally interrupted. “Excuse me?” “I did.” George drops both bags before walking to your side. You gently lift up your shirt, revealing a mark that matched the one on his forearm. “She’s mine, too.”

“Oh,” was all she said. Which was more than you, as you just stood there shellshocked and flushed. “Well, we better get you inside.” Mrs. Weasley wasted no time on preamble. She entered the home first, hands clenching together nervously. “Fred and George are here,” she announced quickly. Mr. Weasley’s head finally peaked around a corner, smile wide on his face. “With their soulmate. Both of them. One soulmate.” “Right,” Mr. Weasley spoke, scanning between the three of you. You focused your attention on his bow tie. “The more the merrier, as they say. Or less. I’m not sure what to say in this situation.”

George’s mouth set into an even line. “Where do you want me to put these, Mum?” he asked, lifting the luggage slightly. “Oh. I originally had Fred sharing with his soulmate, but seeing as she’s yours, too, I’ll have to make a few adjustments.” “It’s fine, Mum,” George smiled tightly. “Just lead the way and I’ll get it sorted. I know you were cooking before we barged in.”

George and his mum took off towards the stairway and Mr. Weasley quickly excused himself, leaving you alone with Fred for the first time since that morning. He didn’t speak. He refused to even look at you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“For fucking my brother or hiding it from me?” His voice was stern and in that moment, he reminded you of George - the hatred he seemed to have for you to his very core.

You didn’t speak for a long pause. “I don’t know.” You should’ve been sorry for both. You should’ve been wholeheartedly apologetic for sleeping with his brother, but you couldn’t be. Your soul would never be complete without George’s. You were his as much as you were his brother’s. Regret and guilt and need mixed cruelly within you, begging for resolution.

“Don’t apologize until you know what you’re apologizing for. It’s not fair to either of us.”

He too, left, leaving you standing on your own in the Weasley's living room. Molly was the first down the stairs, thankfully alone. "Where'd Fred get off to?" she asked, making her way to the kitchen. "Not sure," you replied truthfully. "Just took off." She shook her head in disbelief. "Sorry, dear. You have me at least." You nodded. "Need any help?" She immediately handed off sets of plates and silverware.

“Ron and Ginny will be in tomorrow morning. My older boys should be in by that evening. Everyone was ecstatic about Freddie finding his soulmate,” he paused, pursing her lips. “I haven’t told them about George yet.” You straightened a set of silverware. “We probably should’ve warned you. I guess we just didn’t know how.” “I’ve just never heard of anything like this before,” she admitted, laying the final plate. “I hadn’t either. I don’t think I would’ve believed it if it didn’t happen to me.” “Don’t tell them I asked, but how did they react? Were they happy?” You paused, considering whether to omit the full truth. “Fred was excited, just happy we finally found each other, I think. George wasn’t as happy. Said ‘no one wants half a soulmate’,” you tried to shrug off your hurt, but it still stung. “Guess I can’t really blame him, though.”

She sighed softly. “That’s what worried me. The two have shared everything for all their lives. George has always been my more jealous son.” You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t. “And now? Are you happy together?” she stopped busying herself for a moment, holding your hands within hers. “Do you love them?” You nod with clenched teeth, trying to stop tears from pooling in your eyes. “More than anything.” Molly smiled, a real one this time, and pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad, dear.”

It could’ve been awkward, dinner with just the five of you, but Molly refused to let it be. She carried the conversation, gracefully turning from subject to subject and expertly avoiding the whole soulmate talk. You were endlessly grateful for her, especially when you ushered you to bed directly after dessert. She shoved the three of you in, shutting the door quickly behind her. George immediately cast a silencing charm.

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh when you finally saw the ‘bed situation’. Molly had shoved three beds against each other, spelling the sheets to combine into a large franken-bed. “I’ll just sleep on the couch downstairs. I can wake up early enough that no one will know.” George groaned. “I feel like we’ve had this argument before. You’re not sleeping on the floor, or the couch, or anywhere other than a fucking bed when you’re with us.” “That was before everything went to shit, now isn’t it?” you retorted, pushing the ginger in the chest. “And whose fault is that?” he shoved back. “You came on to me, asshole!” “And then you came on me. So you’re not scot-free either, princess!” “Stop calling me that!” you yelled, ready to charge for him before Fred held you back.

“You both need to calm the hell down,” Fred yells, too. “I don’t know if you both just love to hate-fuck each other, but I’m over it.” Fred throws himself down onto the springy mattress, cupping his face within his hands.

“I’m sorry, Fred,” you stated, pulling his attention once more. “I’m sorry for hiding my relationship with George from you. I should have told you as soon as I realized I had feelings for him, too. But I’m not sorry for those feelings. He’s my soulmate as much as you are. If you’re going to ask me to choose between the two of you, I won’t. I can’t.”

You had barely plopped down onto the couch downstairs when George scooped you back up and threw you over his shoulder. A few hits to his back were all you managed as to not wake up the entire Burrow. Your protests started once you were thrown back onto the bed. “You can’t just throw me around whenever you feel like it, George.” “You seemed to like it last night.” “Motherfucker, I will kill- ", you started, rising to your feet. Fred laid a hand on your chest, holding you from his brother. “Relax. No one’s killing anyone tonight.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him. “Let’s just try to get some sleep. We can figure shit out in the morning.” “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as the two of you. We all know how the last time went.” “Freddie’s going to be on his best behavior this time,” George teased, climbing under the thick covers.

You began to retort, but Fred held you back again. “Not tonight.” Heat flushed to your cheeks as the fire in your chest reduced to embers. You climbed past him to the middle of the bed, trying valiantly not to touch either twin. In the middle of the mattress, you laid straight as a board, as still as a stone. You would not so much as lean in one of their directions. Sleep evaded you. To pass the time, you counted each divot in the ceiling. You were well into the hundreds when Fred finally spoke. “Do you love him?” Your body remained still as stone. “Yes.” A while passed before he asked his next question. “Do you love me?” Only a second passed. “Yes.” Under the blankets, Fred’s hand found yours. “Then we’ll figure it out.”

George was trying his hardest to pretend to be asleep, but you could see through him. The rises and falls of his chest were too uneven. With your other hand, you found his. Tears pricked at your eyes. “I love you, George.” He didn’t say anything, the only indication he even heard you the slight tremor in his fingers. “George, please look at me. I love you.”

He groaned, a deep broken sound crawling from his soul. He turned on his side, hand still clutching yours. Your tears fell freely, Fred’s hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze. “I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too” he cried out. The mask was gone, leaving a broken, hurting George in its wake. “I hate how much I love you. I would die for you. Fucking hell, I would kill for you, love. I would snuff the life out of someone with one spell if they hurt you.”

You released yourselves from both of them and pushed yourself upright, facing both your soulmates. “I love you both. So much I think I’ll die if I’m without you. I’m yours - heart and soul.” You took Fred’s hand and placed it atop its matching mark on your face. He shuddered at the touch. George’s arm instinctively wrapped around you, holding you against him by his own mark. “My soul will forever be yours.”

You pulled Fred closer, kissing him hesitantly. After a moment, his hesitation faded and he kissed you hungrily, groaning at the touch. George peppered the back of your neck with kisses, holding you taught against his chest. Then, you turned to him, meeting your lips to his. Fred took your distraction to pull his shirt off, tugging on yours immediately after. George released you for a moment to help remove your shirt, then his. His lips were back on yours the moment they were off, relishing each soft moan he knew he caused.

Fred's hands wandered from your stomach to back, eventually unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. You giggled, before turning your attention back to him. You pushed back into George's lap, who immediately held you firmly against him. Fred crawled to you, capturing your lips in his once more. You pulled at his jeans until he finally took pity and helped you take them the rest of the way off. He removed yours next and you shivered at the cold. You weren't cold for long before Fred pulled you against him, allowing George to remove his last articles of clothing. He was the first fully bare, and sprawled himself against the headboard, waiting for your attention to return to him.

It quickly did. Fred bit your earlobe before whispering into it. "Go over to him." You crawled over to him, straddling him. Only the thin fabric of your underwear separated him from you. The sound of Fred ripping off the last bit of his clothing filled the air before he sank back into the bed behind you. His hands canvassed your form, touching every inch of you.

Slowly, you began to rock against them.

George immediately grabbed onto your hips, grinding you further against him. His groans were low and filthy, making your chest flush from nerves and need. You needed them both. And you needed them right fucking now.

You pushed yourself off of George and stared into his eyes, before turning to Fred. "I want you to fuck me." "Which one of us, baby?" Fred asks, already breathing heavy. "Both of you. I need both of you." "Okay, princess. Come here. You can put your mouth on me and Freddie can take you from behind," George suggested, pulling you back towards him. "He's never felt your pussy, baby. And I think he needs to." You nod, kicking off your last piece of clothing. You settle between his thighs, keeping your legs spread and ass up for Fred. His hands are already on you, running from your back to the bottoms of your legs. "Good girl," George praises. "Take me when you're ready."

You take his tip first, swirling your tongue around the head. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “You’ve been holding out on me, princess.” You smiled up at him, which pulled an even deeper groan from his throat. You took him deeper within your mouth, focused entirely on pulling more moans from him. Right now, with him beneath you, he was entirely in your control. An entire string of curses fell from his lips when you finally quickened your pace. His fingers sunk into your hair, surely pulling it into knots.

"Doing so good, pretty girl," Fred praises you, fingers running up and down your back. "You're gonna take me, too, now." You shudder in anticipation, widening your eyes while staring into George's. He used his leg underneath you to kick open your legs more, making it easier for Fred to push into you. He gave you no warning, sinking into you with ease. You moan onto George's cock, pulling an identical moan from him. "That's it, baby," Fred purred, pulling your hips back against him. "Feel so fucking good." The push and pull of Fred behind you cause you to take George deeper and faster, quickly bringing him to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," George warns you. "And you're going to swallow it like a good girl, aren't you, princess?" You nod, fighting back the tears in your eyes from the pure pleasure. Fred presses a finger into your clit, forcing another moan out of you. "Shit, baby. I'm gonna cum" George warns again. "She's close, too," Fred adds. "Her pussy's fucking pushing me out." "Make her cum first," George orders, taking another fistful of hair. "Need to feel her moans." He pushes your legs apart once more, giving Fred a deeper angle into you. You grind your ass into him, allowing him to bottom out within you. The pressure on your clit deepens and you push into it, moans already spilling filthily from your mouth. "Fuck, that's it," George groans, fucking your face sloppily.

You push deeper onto Fred's hand the same moment he slams you into him, filling you completely. The pressure snaps, your orgasm overtaking you. Your vision blacks as pleasure rips through you. "Shit, she's coming," Fred groans, pace quickening within you. Your pussy squeezes around him, desperate to be filled by him. "Fuck," was the only warning George gave before shooting his cum to the back of your throat, fingers still locked in your hair. Your fingers dug into his thighs as you swallowed and licked the tip of his cock clean. "That's it, princess. I've got you," he praised, pulling you off of his cock and onto his chest. "Taking us so good. Just need to make Freddie cum now." "Shit, I'm close," Fred hissed through clenched teeth. "Flip her over. Need to see her when I cum." George obliged, easily flipping you onto your back. You leaned against him as he peppered kisses over your warmed skin. "Hey, pretty girl," Fred smiled, already sunk back into you. You smiled back at him, already too fucked out to form a coherent thought. "She's gonna cum again," he said, pulling you further against him.

George pushed your head over, opening up your neck to him. He kissed and sucked and bit exactly where you needed him, pulling a new string of need that Fred immediately fucked out. Your back arched against George, who pulled you right back to him. "You're not going anywhere. Gonna cum again."

Fred pulled his finger away from your clit, causing you to whine. "It's okay, you'll like this even better," he smiled wickedly before whispering a wandless charm. When he pressed his finger back to your clit, it was vibrating faintly. "Holy shit," you gasped, pushing harder into him. Your pleasure was building again, and you needed him. Needed both of them. "Touch me," you begged George, looking deeply into his eyes. "Where?" he asked, eyes softening. "Everywhere," you begged, pulling him into a kiss. He obliged, positioning himself over your body. His left hand cradled your head while the other ran trails up and down the rest of you. "Good girl," Fred praised, pushing deeper into you. "Cum for me, baby."

The band of tension in your core snapped, every nerve in your body feeling its electricity. You tried to curl up within yourself, but both your soulmates held you firm. "Fuck, shit, fuck," Fred cursed, your orgasm drawing out his own. He pulled his hand away, removing the charm before pulling you against him. For a while, you sat like that, wedged tightly between both of them, with Fred still inside you. For the first time in your life, you felt whole. You'd thought you felt whole with each of them, but it was nothing like this. This was what everyone meant when they said it was just different with your soulmate. You could've spent the rest of eternity trapped within their embrace.

When Fred finally pulled out of you and the three of you fell against the mattress, they still refused to let you go. You fell asleep in the arms of them both - sated and so fucking happy.

***

(A/N: I had planned for this to be the last part, but now I need to write the rest of the family meeting the twins' soulmate. So stay tuned for part 7, hehe)

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[ahrianee]

[🌌] I will always be by your side

Couple: Roboute Guilliman x Rena Caeruleun (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, I'm sorry if there are things that are not understood, I tried to look for several translation sites to avoid mistakes, but surely there will be some, I apologize again

Notes: Just something I wrote because I really wanted some angst with a happy ending.

Summary: Roboute can't help but feel frustrated, without thinking too much, he takes out his stress on Rena, he quickly regrets it.

── Roboute, you should take a break ──

Ironic, how ironic it is that Rena is the one saying this phrase now when just a few days ago Calgar was asking her to rest in the same way, and she did not listen. Now it is her turn to tell Roboute to rest, who has been hiding behind documents—documents that he did not allow her to help with, claiming that he had already done too much in his absence. He repeats over and over that he should have left all his duties to the Ultramarines, but that does not mean he does not appreciate what she did; he just did not want her to go through all that.

He did not want to make her carry a burden as large as his, simply for being with him.

── Roboute... ──

She approaches him while placing her hand on his shoulder. He reacts abruptly, pushing his partner's hand away with a blow. Rena holds her hand due to the shock of the blow.

── I told you I'm fine, Rena. I have to finish this ──

Rena sighs softly as she sees Roboute's expression harden and fill with weariness. His shoulders feel tense, burdened with a weight he does not want to share. She supposes this is what Calgar saw when she was in Roboute's situation, and now she thinks she can understand Calgar's concern a little better. Her gaze shifts from her partner to the documents, which include several not only about Macragge but about the Empire as well. Even if she had been helping, the volume of documents arriving was incessant; that is why she never really took a break.

But back to the matter of Roboute, he is unfortunate that his partner is such a stubborn and headstrong person.

── Roboute, please, you must rest and eat something ──

She approaches him again, extending her hand toward his hand in an attempt to get him to stop holding the pen for just a few minutes. Roboute lets out a sound of annoyance as he pushes Rena away again, this time a little more roughly than before. The pressure on his shoulders, the headache, and so many things he has to plan, and she simply wants him to rest.

── Rena, the Empire is on my shoulders now; this is not a game, stop bothering me Rena ──

Roboute's voice comes out loud and firm, with a tone of annoyance mixed with anger. He lets out a loud sigh as he looks away from Rena. He knows she is stubborn, but sometimes she is too stubborn. He understands how she will react now; she will continue trying to get him to rest.

── It's okay, I won't bother you anymore... ──

The words resonate in Roboute's office, a low and insecure tone coming from Rena. The primarch cannot help but go blank when he hears that tone of voice from his partner. He had never heard her speak like that since he saw her talking to her governess in childhood, a governess he does not want to recall right now.

The lady of the Caeruleun family slowly retreats toward the door, her steps calm as she says nothing. It seems Roboute realizes what he has done.

── Rena, wait... ──

Before he can finish the sentence, she has left the room and closed the door softly, letting out a small curse in frustration.

Roboute clenches his fist tightly, letting out a completely defeated groan. Now he realizes what he just provoked. He looks at his hands, then in the direction of the small mirror beside his desk. He assumes Rena placed it at a specific angle to check if someone is behind her at any moment, but now he can only see his own reflection. She may be right; the tired face he sees is certainly concerning. The expression she wears is not neutral; it is full of annoyance.

He raises his hand to his forehead, hair becoming disheveled, another sigh of frustration escaping his mouth. His shoulders weigh on him more and more, and thoughts quickly overwhelm him.

── What am I doing? ──

He mutters to himself, now completely frustrated, but not because of the whole democratic thing; rather, it's because of how he just treated the only person who waited for him and who is still here after ten thousand years. He remembers how her hand gently caressed his cheek, unable to believe she was alive. He had been mentally preparing himself to be completely alone and surrounded by strangers, but there she was, shouldering what he left behind after the Horus Heresy. No, she had always been by his side, no matter the moment.

He needs to calm down first; his nerves are on edge, and anything irritates him in this situation. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as he analyzes everything with precision, from how he spoke to her to how he acted. What is clear to him right now is that he has just hurt Rena; he has surely made her feel really bad, so bad that she lost the confidence that is always in her voice.

How ungrateful of him to behave like this toward her! His thoughts become blurred; he doesn't know how or why he is now remembering his youth. He had always been distant, even with his own adoptive father, Konor Guilliman. He knew from the beginning who he was and who his real father was; he didn’t respond to the name Roboute Guilliman until he saw how much Konor and Tarasha cared for him.

He was a quiet child, always with a book in hand and something new to learn. He rarely showed interest in anything else and hated social gatherings. If he had to attend, he would go for a few minutes, then escape to the library to take a book, or so it was until she arrived...

[ . . . ]

Still focused on the book, he was going to finish this volume and then go for a walk with his fiancée. He had promised her, and even if he didn’t want to make a promise, it was still a promise.

He would be staying at her house for almost two months—Tarasha's idea to connect more with the children. A brilliant idea, without a doubt! It had already been four days since she had arrived. On her first day, she was completely nervous; afraid to speak, she remained silent until they engaged her in conversation. But since yesterday, when Tarasha successfully connected with the girl, her voice has resonated softly through the house, followed by gentle laughter. At first, he thought it would be annoying to always hear her in the background, but now that she is completely silent, he feels overwhelmed in a strange way—as if something inside the child yearns for the soft voice of his fiancée.

Although he must admit that it is taking longer than he would like, nothing is bothering him, and he is completely silent in his room. Yet he simply cannot concentrate at all; his brow furrows from the discomfort he is feeling, and the only thing occupying his mind is her.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds until he hears the door open.

He is about to leave the book lying down and go look for her because he knows that she respects the schedules he has. He would never impose himself on her as a priority. He lets out a heavy sigh; if he continues like this, he will hate what he is reading in this book. He closes the book and sets it aside.

Rena's soft voice slips through the door. He is about to get up and go with her, but the second voice resonates.

── Don't you think he will be upset? He is probably focused on the book he is reading ──

── Calm down; the child will surely appreciate that you bring him something. I also see that he is not doing anything now ──

A certain mocking tone is heard in Tarasha's voice. She knows how her child has been these days. She may not have given birth to him, but, as if that were the case, a mother knows her child.

It was all planned by her. Since she saw how Roboute acted with her in that little meeting she organized, she thought it would be a good idea for this serious and studious boy to know fun, and the best person would be his fiancée. She really had chosen well—a girl full of joy and jubilation, contrasting so much with her boy.

Rena waits for Tarasha to say something; she really does not want to bother Roboute if he is studying.

Tarasha looks at Rena, who is holding a plate of small sweets that they dedicated themselves to making in the morning. She must emphasize that they are Roboute's favorite sweets, but that is a fact she will only share after he tries something made by Rena. It was complicated, she admits. Rena had never prepared anything in her life, and she certainly had to explain many things to her, but she put effort into learning and learned quickly—very quickly, she must emphasize.

── Come on, I doubt he will be upset with you ──

He looks at her for several seconds and then glances at the plate he left on the table in front of the sofa—those sweets that Tarasha knows very well he was showing the girl.

The woman gives the girl a gentle push. She enters Roboute's room and walks with hesitant steps until she reaches the sofa where Roboute is sitting. He looks at her in silence, realizing the slight nervousness she has. Roboute can't help but smile, as if just seeing her made the annoyance disappear from his being.

Even though she is nervous around him, she doesn't look away. The nervousness that Rena feels is not due to fear or discomfort; it is more akin to the nervousness a girl would have approaching her boyfriend, although in this case, her fiancé.

── I hope I'm not bothering you Lord Roboute. Lady Tarasha told me to bring you this ──

── You don't bother me at all, Rena, and stop speaking to me so formally ──

── But... I... I'm sorry, Lord Roboute ──

He looks at her in silence; he doesn't want so many formalities, at least not with her. Roboute truly wants her to relax more around him.

Roboute softly shakes his head; he knows the level of etiquette Rena has received. Just by observing her behavior around adults, one can tell that she has been strictly instructed to be an elegant and noble lady for society.

── ...Roboute ──

The soft tone in which she says his name makes him feel butterflies. Many people have called him by his name, and he has been completely indifferent; to a certain extent, he has ignored it. So now he wonders why, when she calls him by his name, he feels like this, as if his small hands are suddenly beginning to sweat and he feels warmth on his cheeks.

Roboute comes to his senses when he realizes he has started to overanalyze everything again—a bad habit he simply cannot help. Meanwhile, his fiancée looks at him, believing he has made some mistake, and possibly the little girl is creating a thousand and one scenarios in her little head.

He doesn't even understand what is happening to him. It feels as if a whirlwind has turned everything he had planned upside down. He thought having a fiancée would be annoying, but convenient for strengthening ties with the other planets of the Macragge system, especially an agricultural planet like Nova Thulium, which is a direct exporter of food for the entire Macragge system.

── Calm down, Rena, you haven't done anything wrong ──

Roboute's hand rises to his fiancée's cheek, but Rena remains still where she is, unsure how to react to him. Her cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and she tries to look away from Roboute; if she keeps looking at him, she will become increasingly nervous.

Roboute's soft laughter resonates in the air, and the only question echoing in his mind is: How is it possible that his fiancée is so cute? He would never admit this aloud; he has a reputation to uphold as the serious boy who is essentially gifted. But deep down, he can't help but notice the little details about her that make her so unique.

He plays with his hands, attempting to hide how nervous she is right now. He always blushes first in a soft pink before turning a more reddish hue.

── You would never bother me, Rena, never ──

Roboute smiles genuinely at Rena. She can't help but blink a few times before she seems to smile back at him. Their smiles turn into soft, melodious laughter, and Tarasha watches from the doorway, filled with joy at seeing Roboute so expressive.

Rena half-opens her eyes to look at Roboute; she usually keeps them closed since she is quite sensitive to visual stimuli. Her parents had explained the reason to her, and it has never really bothered her. Even with her eyes closed, she can see everything perfectly—it's surely something related to her very sensitive sight, as if her eyes weren't closed at all. However, this isn't important right now; what matters is the boy's surprised face. It's the first time he has seen his fiancée's eyes—a bright purple color that leaves him speechless, staring at her in silence.

Roboute stares at Rena, unsure of how to react as he is entranced by those eyes.

When the girl realizes that she has unconsciously opened her eyes, she quickly closes them, feeling nervous. She shuts her eyes tightly, disappointing Roboute. Despite that, she raises her hand to his cheek, caressing it with her thumb.

── You are beautiful Rena ──

Roboute's mouth has no filter at the moment; the words spill out uncontrollably.

[ . . . ]

After that memory, guilt begins to eat away at him completely; it's undoubtedly the worst time to remember something like that. Right now, Roboute just wants to go apologize to her. No matter how bad he feels, he shouldn't have taken his frustration out on her. That's his current cycle of thoughts. He is about to raise his head and straighten up to leave his office to look for Rena—or at least that was the plan until several knocks resounded against the door, asking for permission to enter.

He assumes it's Calgar, come to talk about some matter of utmost importance. Although everything seems of utmost importance to him lately, he lets out a tired sigh. He doesn't have time for anything, not even for himself, and now he just wants to go look for his partner.

The door slowly opens, revealing Rena, holding a tray with some sweets and a jar he assumes contains a drink. Roboute blinks several times, watching his partner walk calmly toward him, unsure of how to react. He is about to apologize while she gives him her brightest smile, slowly moving the papers from the desk to avoid getting them stained by the crumbs the small sweets will drop.

── Rena... ──

She doesn't say anything; she just sits calmly in a space she made on the desk and continues smiling at him, with no hint of anger on her face, as if nothing had happened.

── I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have taken my stress out on you, Rena ──

Rena sighs softly, still keeping the smile on her face. She slowly opens her eyes to look at her partner. Only in moments of complete intimacy can she allow herself to relax enough to open her eyes. Sometimes, it's annoying due to the sudden visual stimuli, but it's worth it to see Roboute's face.

── It's okay; calm down. I know you're stressed, and I'm not angry at all. Well, maybe a little, but it will pass ──

She jokes softly with that sweet tone of voice. Roboute can only look at her; he would understand perfectly if she had gotten angry with him.

Rena brings her face closer to Roboute’s, giving him a soft kiss, cutting the cycle of thoughts that are forming again.

Roboute makes a face when he sees her unconsciously touch herself with her hand. Even in this situation, she is still rationally calm. He can only wonder if he is truly a man worthy of being with her, someone who seeks a pacifist solution to every problem.

── Stop thinking about it so much. I will accept your apologies because I was hurt by the way you acted ──

At that time—and he can bet that until now, too—she is still a woman desired by anyone. Elegant, intelligent, and calm, she could learn to do anything if she tried; she would never give up. From what he knows about Calgar, she only took care of everything he left. It's as if she had been waiting for him and...

Roboute's train of thought suddenly stops when he feels something soft brush his lips. Rena's face is just a few centimeters away from him; she smiles at him after giving him a soft kiss. He knows what that look means—he is wandering in his mind again, thinking about a thousand and one things unconsciously.

── Relax for just a second, do it for me, okay my love? ──

Rena takes the plate of small sweets and places it on her thighs. She takes one slowly while bringing it to Roboute's lips. He looks silently at his partner, then nods and eats what she offers.

Rena's soft laughter would be the melody that Roboute always wants to hear. He can't stop thinking about the ordeal that has made her suffer, and yet she continues to smile for him like the first day.

Negative thoughts come back to him, like a storm about to form.

── Don't think about anything now, will you? I know you very well, too well. Just let me take care of you for a while, okay? ──

Roboute raises his hand, moving the plate of candy from Rena's thighs. Seconds later, he rests his head in that area. She laughs softly again, raises her right hand, begins to caress his head, hums a soft melody, and looks at him with eyes full of love.

── Like old times, right? ──

The teasing tone resonates in Rena's voice. Roboute can only remember when they were still young—he, like overnight as Tarasha would say, would no longer separate from his fiancée, although he always had some excuse for being with her at that moment.

How relaxed he feels next to her; how peaceful it is to be by her side.

── You should also take a bath. I can help you bathe if you want; I know that everything is still very complicated with the whole armor of destiny thing ──

── It's okay. We can stay like this for as long as you need. Remember, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side ──

── Let's just stay like this for a while longer ──

As I said I just wanted to write this to please myself a little, I have good times and not so good times, and I think this helps me feel better.

I hope you liked it, you can follow me if you want(?)

💕✨

[bellaaldamas]

Back from the dead again and I can't stop thinking about the character potential regarding Nanna & Forseti (if Norse saga was made into a trilogy).

For me, I imagined the relationship between Baldur and his family would be complicated/strained (and possibly divorced form his wife). Because of Baldur's invulnerability (and insanity), he's unable to "give" any form of love towards his family(?).

Just imagine the angst that Baldur is unable to feel any form of affection from his own family, especially Nanna (unable to feel her hugs & kisses) 💔.

Also!- I found a few fan depiction of Nanna in GOW before Ragnarök came into existence. Most of them are deleted off of Tumblr, but they're fun to imagine! :)

(Art by kelseydoesart)

Those are some very intriguing and unique pieces in terms of how they portray the side of Baldur that the series/SMS never got to show us. And, let's face it, chose not to because Baldur was reduced to a plot device and driving force in everyone's story but his own. Introducing a new layer to his character in the form of his marital relationship and family of his own could have been an excellent way to flesh out his existence outside of the decisions of others: be it Freya's removal of his agency out of love and misguided desire to protect him no matter the cost. Or Odin's toxic influence and Baldur falling under it completely when in his view Freya became strictly antagonistic due to the invulnerability spell she'd cast on him and Odin began to look like the "lesser evil" in comparison to Baldur's traumatized mind.

From canon, we also know that Odin's manipulative and abusive tactic of choice was to isolate his victim, both as means to control them and as means to "punish" them for refusing to submit.

First, he tried to convince Freya she would need no one but him after their marriage drove the wedge between her and her people. Said people made it disturbingly easy for him to perpetuate that narrative because they themselves adhered to the thinking Freya was meant to exist solely for their benefit and their own good. That if she chose to exercise her free will despite their disapproval by marrying Odin no matter the scorn she was met with - including from her own brother - in hopes it brings peace between the Aesir and Vanir then her decisions and marriage - and consent - became a "condition". Which she could never revoke, not even when her emotional and physical safety were in jeopardy.

Ultimately, Freya's people and family (on both Vanir and Aesir side) subscribed to the very same narrative that Odin aspired to create to control her and Baldur: that she is the "treacherous" type who betrayed her people and then betrayed her husband and her daring to exercise her agency resulted in the prolonged war. Odin was, thus, just another "victim" of a selfish and scheming femme fatale who was "wronged" by her.

Odin's decision to trap Freya in Midgard without her powers was a continuation of that isolating pattern (this time in the form of punishment, as noted above) - and yet again her people eagerly perpetuated it because none of them bothered to seek her out and learn her side of things. None of them also bothered to help her break those abusive ties before she met Kratos. Who was the only one actively going up against Odin's narratives about Freya even when she was justifiably angry with him and tried to kill him.

Moreover, Kratos is the only one who openly told Freya there was "no shame" in doing what she thought was necessary to protect her people.

Baldur never got to have a relationship like this in his life, whether platonic or romantic, within the Gow canon. Therefore him having a family of his own could have been exactly the route necessary for his independent functioning. I can imagine his wife being supportive of him and loving him to the best of her ability but as you note, because of Baldur's own inability to feel he would inevitably take distance from his family, seeing himself as unworthy of them and unable to return their love; and hating his mother even more for that.

An adult child faced with a classic situation of a flawed parent who cared (Freya) and a toxic and narcissistic parent who only ever used him for his own ends (Odin), Baldur started gravitating towards the latter; which is typical for such situations. His desire to please Odin (something Baldur had been endeavoring to do, according to Freya, since he was a young boy) was amplified by his distance from his mother and his growing resentment of her. It is a common mindset for a person from a dysfunctional family to grow closer to the more toxic parent due to seeing them as "at least honest" about their disdain and lack of respect for their own child. Rather than the loving but flawed parent who made mistakes because "they claimed to love me but then they hurt me anyway".

Add misogyny into the mix and how women are held to impossible standards in the society in terms of everything including parenting and are thought of as deserving of a death penalty for being anything but perfect in that department. Whilst men can be flat out terrible parents but receive the aforementioned "at least he's honest" get out of jail free card.

With Baldur learning the workings of marital relationship and parenting firsthand he could have gained some perspective on his own parents. He would choose to be an emotionally distant parent (like Odin) instead of taking a risk and daring to show love to his wife and child despite the challenges of his condition/inability to actually feel said love. Because to him, that route would be seen as "the lesser evil" than to try and fail, like Freya did.

If we are going with the HC/scenario that Baldur does return from the dead eventually to finally reclaim his agency and recover, him having a woman who loves him waiting for him and Freya learning she has a grandchild she can do right by (just like she canonically wanted to do right by Atreus because according to her he reminded her of young Baldur) would make a way for a necessary challenge and much needed character development. It would, most importantly, prompt Baldur to do what Freya did - to choose to be a spouse and parent who tries no matter the inevitable mistakes, and to understand where she was coming from eventually.

[sysig]

Go play pretend on your own (Patreon)

[zezacle]

There was muffled yelling outside. The doorbell dinged repeatedly before knocks sounded again. The voice became clearer as I unlocked it. "No! I wanna know!"

I opened the door to see a gaggle of neighbors standing about in my lawn.

"Todd, leave them alone." The older lady who lived across from me whined.

Todd was staring me down, eyebrows high, expectantly. "Who you stealin' from?"

"What...?" If it looked like I was acting ignorant it was because I was actually ignorant.

"You stealin' from someone on this road, I know it."

"I'm going home." Mr. Hepton said defeatedly and began trudging back to his porch.

Todd turned and walked down my path towards him. "And if he's stealin' from you, Mr. Hepton?" I stepped out and shut the door behind me.

"Todd, my bill's been the same for 4 years!" He threw his hand up dismissively. "Don't let this man harrass you, Doctor. Call the cops if you need."

"Yeah!" Todd yelled. "Maybe we do call the cops! Figure out whose plug you-you siphonin'!"

The old lady in my yard shook her head.

"What is happening? Can someone explain what this is about?" I asked.

Todd whipped around as if I'd just called him a slur. "How about you explain, huh, 'Doctor'? Explain how you got every light in yo' house on 24/7. I done seen that space-super computer through your garage window and-and you just love leavin' them windows open and lettin' yo' AC run and run and run."

"I was talking to my brother, and he works at the power company, I was just curious how expensive yo' bill is with all yall electronics. He done told me you ain't paid a dime in two months! Which is how I know you stealin'!"

"Oh, I-"

"You stealin' from one of these nice old people on this road, I just know it!"

"Todd, I-"

"They bill must be massive and they probably think the power company screwin' them, but no, its you!"

"I'm not stealing-

"What kinda 'Doctor' steals from old people?"

"Medical." The old woman stated flatly.

"Mhmm, that's the damn truth." Todd nodded.

She grimaced, "I'm not on your side, Todd. They're a Doctor, they want to pay out the nose for their light bill, let 'em."

"But they ain't paying is they?"

"No, I'm not."

"See! I done told you, Ms. Davis! They even admit it!" Todd whipped his head back toward me. "So who you stealin' from?"

I couldn't help the dumbass grin that crept across my face. I tried so hard to stifle my giggling. "The uh... Laws of Thermodynamics."

"Excuse me?"

"Look, Todd. I can assure you, I am not stealing electricity from anybody."

"Bullshit. Then how you got all that runnin' and you ain't paid a dime?"

"Firstly, that is a huge invasion of my privacy and secondly, I was testing... some things- its nothing to worry about. I can assure you its very safe."

Todd stepped back. "Safe? Bitch whatchu mean 'safe'?"

Ms. Davis hobbled forward from the sidewalk. "What kinda Doctor did you say you were again?"

"Nuclear Physicist."

There was a pregnant pause before both their faces came to realization.

"OH HELL NO!"

You were the first scientist to achieve self-sustaining nuclear fusion technology, and it's been powering all your stuff for 2 months. Your lab is under your house, and no one suspects a thing.

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[marmolita]

getting back into ffxv 5+ years after the first time means I have to migrate my playlists to a new music app, which sadly I have to do by clicking on each individual song because every service hates me and I hate them all too

also this has revealed to me that Google mysteriously deleted some of my files (don't worry I have a backup)

BUT more importantly I am reconnecting with my Noctis playlist, which includes discovering that I still remember all the words to some Gackt songs from 2000 😅