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dreamingonclds · 4 months ago

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My Girl | Hozier

Summary: Andrew ruins the surprise date that y/n had planned for him.

Pairing: Hozier x reader

Word Count: 2055

Warning(s): Very slight sexual activity, angst if you squint, fluff

Note: I did not edit this so, sorry if the grammar or writing is off. Also, this is my very first one shot. It ended in a different way than I expected and I don't know how to feel about it anymore. Enjoy!

As it was your last day with Andrew before leaving to go back home. You decided to surprise him with a romantic dinner once he got back from the studio. You slaved away all day in the kitchen making his favorite foods. As a testament of gratitude for everything he’s done for you this past month, spent with him in Wicklow. You decorated the dinner table and area all cute, with fairy lights, artificial vines, and scattered petals. You even put on a dress, his favorite, on you, and the lipstick he said made you look like you were touched by Aphrodite.

The time came when he was supposed to arrive and he didn’t. You didn’t want to even consider the possibility of ruining the surprise. So you didn’t call him right away, concluding that he was probably running a bit late like he sometimes does. A couple more hours went by and now the concern in your belly was getting hard to ignore. It was almost 12 am, he said he would be home by 8 pm. So you decided to shoot him a quick text.

Hey baby, everything okay?

He calls you back almost immediately.

“Hey darling, I’m sorry I got carried away and forgot to call you earlier. Me and the team decided to just order some food and eat here. I’ll be home in a bit, do you want me to pick you something up to take back?” He says rushing to get the words out, you hear the shuffling of feet getting away from the sound of banter and laughs.

You smile sadly at his sincerity.

“It’s okay, I get it. But umm…,” You interrupt your own speech as you look towards the beautifully set table and food you kept in the oven to keep warm. “I’m okay, I made dinner earlier, thanks for offering anyway. But you enjoy your dinner!” you continue.

“I am, you enjoy your dinner too-”

“I’ll try. Be safe, yeah?” You quickly respond cutting him off.

“Are you-”

You cut him off again, starting to feel a lump develop in your throat, and that shameful tickle in your chest.

“Hey I gotta go Andrew, don’t want the food to get cold.” you say and hang up before he can say anything else.

Your flight out of Ireland was at 6 am. You weren’t even packed, thinking that after dinner, Andrew could help you, because you knew he’d do most of it for you; as he did with other things. But also because you wanted to spend as much time with him before you left. But with your time of departure nearing, you decided to get a move on it.

By the time Andrew got home it was nearing 3 am. And you were nearly done packing, because you had stayed with him for a little over a month, your things were scattered throughout his house so it took a while. In the midst of you focused, trying to remember everything you had brought, you didn’t hear the front door open.

Andrew walks in quietly, believing that he would find you asleep. He quickly notices a light shining from inside the oven, he hurries over and opens it, thinking you accidentally left it on. But his eyebrows scrunch together when he sees it’s only the light on and his favorite meal in there, untouched.

He stands up straight from his crouching position and walks out to the dining area. He quickly notices the dining table, set with empty plates, wine glasses and the vase with flowers you guys picked together. The almost completely melted taper candles were an indication that you had been waiting for him for a while.

Once the realization hits him, he mutters a single word.

“Fuck.” he brings his hand to his face, rubbing it over. He turns himself and begins to walk towards the bedroom. But, his guilty conscience makes him look back to the table. His imagination quickly fills of you, wondering just what you must have been feeling. He thinks to blow out the candles but turns his back to them, they’re on their last breath anyway; he thinks.

He carefully opens the bedroom door, still believing you are asleep. But he pauses when he sees you standing there, lost in thought. But beautiful, all dolled up in his favorite dress of yours.

Your eyes shoot to the opening door, and the first thing you notice is his sorry face. Before you can mutter a word, a letter even. He rushes over to you

“Darling, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t know. One of the guys mentioned getting pizza and everybody was on board with it so I agreed and,” he rambles on, both his hands rubbing your arms.

“Why are you leaving me…over that darling, it’s not worth it. I know I fucked up, I know that, I know. But I can fix it, I promise you I will fix it. It was so stupid of me, but it won’t ever happen again.” he continues, one of his hands had made its way to your face, gently cupping your jaw and caressing your cheek.

And then it hits you, he walked in and saw you packing. He must think that you are actually leaving him, he must’ve forgotten your flight back.

Before he can continue, you ease his worry.

“Baby, I’m not breaking up with you. I’m okay, I promise” you say as you look up to him and look into his eyes,you take his torso in your arms and rub him soothingly. His eyebrows furrow together, he’s still confused, he really doesn’t remember.

You take his hand and lead him over to the empty side of the bed free of your luggage. You push his chest lightly, encouraging him to sit down. And he does, pulling you down to sit in his lap.

“Then…what are you doing?” He asks, one hand sitting on your bum and the other toying with the fabric of your dress.

“I’m leaving, remember, back home.” You say, one arm around his shoulders playing with the loose strands of hair coming out of his bun.

“Ohh” he lets out a sigh and puts his head into your neck, peppering your collarbone with kisses, mumbling sorrys in between each of them.

“Baby. Baby. Baby” he says, each one spaced out.

“I am so sorry. That I truly forgot about. I am so so sorry. I can’t believe I just let that pass my mind. Oh my god what is wrong with me.” he rambles guiltily.

You remove your hands from his hair and try to coax them into his face, softly lifting him out of the crook of your neck. You give him a gentle smile and give him a soft kiss.

“It’s okay.” you say genuinely, nodding your head.

“No it’s not.” he responds matter of factly.

“You forgot baby, it happens-” you try to reassure him but he cuts you off with a kiss.

“Be honest love, how’d it make you feel?” he asks, lips brushing against yours. Your head naturally hangs down, the feeling of humiliation overtaking you once again. But the feeling of his large hand rubbing over your thigh offers comfort for you to tell him the truth, but not enough.

“Ugh” you groan in embarrassment, quickly hugging him so as to not meet his gaze, your cheeks warming with the feeling.

“Oh darling.” he returns the act and rubs your exposed back. “How do I make it up to you baby?” he asks you, and you can tell he means it.

“It’s okay, I mean it.” you state, pulling away and meeting his eyes. He gives you an understanding smile, and brings his hand to your face. Moving your hair from your face and lightly touching your lips, you give his thumb a soft peck.

“You are too good for me.” he admits. You don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. You shake your head in disagreement and give his jaw a peck. Your phone buzzes from the bed and he turns and reaches for it, handing it to you.

“Shit.” you say, getting up and off of him, realizing the time.

“Babe, we have to hurry!” you hurry back to your luggage.

“We have to leave soon or I'll miss my flight.” you throw the last few things in your suitcase.

“Oh yeah” he says, coming over to you. “Let me do that.” he tells you when he sees you trying to close it.

“I’m gonna go get my clothes.” you say and run out to the laundry room, picking up the outfit you planned to wear for your long flight. Walking back into the bedroom, you see Andrew moving your luggage to the floor. You reach to try and unhook the back of your dress when he comes up and hugs you from behind. He then turns you to face him and shamelessly checks you out, his eyes fixed on your cleavage before he speaks.

“ I love this dress.” he says meeting your eyes.

“I know, I can tell.” you giggle.

He leans down, bringing his lips to yours, you tiptoe, trying to make up for the height difference. A passionate makeout ensues, his hands give your bum gentle squeezes. His mouth finds your neck and you release soft moans, almost giving in as he backs you into the bed.

“As much as I would like to babe, I can’t. I have to leave, like now or I’ll miss my flight.” you say breathlessly, your body almost betraying you as his lips make their way from your jaw to your chest. Your hands go to his hair instinctively as he continues to go lower and lower.

“Babe, seriously, we don’t have time” trying to catch your breath, you sit up, forcing him up as well. He gives you a cheeky smile, offering his hand to help you to your feet.

“It’s like you’re trying to keep me from leaving.” you run your hands through your hair in an effort to put yourself together.

“That's exactly what i'm trying to do” he stands with his hands on his hips, just endearingly looking at you, taking you in. You look up to him, and a laugh leaves your mouth when you see your lipstick transferred to his face.

“This would be so much worse if it wasn’t for your beard” you say in between small laughs, circling your mouth, in reference to his. He turns his head towards the mirror and laughs when he catches sight of the damage.

“Yours isn’t any better.” he turns back to you and wipes the tip of your nose that somehow managed to catch the rosy tint. You return the favor, wiping his lips with the best of your ability. Then you rest your hand on his cheek, he turns his head towards it and gives your palm a kiss. You give him a pouty smile, and your chest aches, realizing just how much you don’t want to leave him.

“My girl.” he says, mouth still in your hand. He holds your wrist there for a few more seconds before he gives it one last kiss and gently lets go.

“You’re making this really hard.” you admit. You turn your back to him and step away, not being able to look at him any longer. Your hands go back to small hooks of your dress, when you hear a sigh from behind you.

“At least let me take the dress off of you, one way or another.” he offers, referring to your prior denial of both your unholy desires. You chuckle and let him help, shivering whenever his fingertips meet your skin.

With no time left to spare due to the hour drive to the airport, you slipped on your comfy clothes and grabbed your belongings. The drive there was full of avoidance from the both of you, not wanting to talk about being away from each other. So instead, the conversation was full of the best memories you had in the emerald isle. And once you arrived at the airport, you sat in the car for as long as you could, not wanting a single second to go to waste where you couldn’t be together.

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smolvenger · 2 years ago

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The King of Asgard (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: As the wife of Prince Loki of Asgard, you suddenly discover that Odin and Thor are gone. You are made queen and your dear husband is king. But a king needs an heir...

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SMUT Y'ALL!!! 18+ Breeding Kink and Vanilla P in V sex and dirty talk. Some angst in the beginning but lots of hurt/comfort regarding his discovery about being a Frost Giant. Some married fluff. I use the canon events in Thor 1 but stretch out the timeline because it's my fic and I can do what I want. References to fairy tales because I'm a slut for literary references.

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: Since seeing Thor 1 in its completion this has been in my head. I don't usually write for the big man Loki himself too often- but it's a treat to do so! Maybe I will do more of this stuff if I get more ideas! REBLOGS, COMMENTS, DMS, AND ASKS ABOUT MY WORK ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED! Also, I don't know if Frigga is also Freya the goddess of love and sex in this universe when I wrote this but her character is clearly more FRIGGA than Freya...so yeah...mea culpa

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @infinitystoner @littlespaceyelf @superficialdomina (since all the way back you asked to be tagged! Ta da! Here it is!!)

You had many regrets in your life. But marrying Prince Loki was not one of them. When he asked you, you threw your arms around him and kissed him repeating one word- “Yes!”

You never regretted the day you wore a jeweled veil and walked down that aisle. You never regretted vowing before all the gods that you were his and he was yours. You never regretted becoming Princess of Asgard. Not if it meant the love of your life could become your husband.

Some whispered that your choice was unusual. That it was the wrong prince. That you should have married Thor. After all, it seemed obvious he was going to be the heir. But things did not happen in your heart the way they did. Thor was jovial and friendly to you. But before your betrothal, he liked you as a sister. No more, no less. Even if Odin commanded it, Thor would object to the match. If Thor learned to reign in his arrogance someday, you thought, he would make a fine lover to some lucky person!

Other than being the most beautiful man you had ever beheld, Loki was intelligent. Full of elegance as well as guile. Well-read, polite, patient, and charming, but could hold his own in any battle. It seemed you were one of the few people who recognized that. That was one of many reasons why he loved you.

You both attended feasts side by side. He would flirt with you even though you were still about a year into marriage.

“Why, it is too bad that such loveliness is sitting by herself tonight! May I have the seat next to her?” Loki would croon as he sat in the chair next to you.

You danced every dance together at balls. You especially loved spending free hours exploring the Asgardian library together. Reading works from all Nine Realms. Sometimes until you both fell asleep by the fireplace. Not to mention his finesse in the bedroom.

Loki confessed of his wedding day nerves to you in private. He feared…displeasing you on your wedding night. But your mutual passion and reverence for each other won over all else. Every time you coupled, you brought each other to Valhalla and back again. You learned about each other’s bodies like studying maps. Each minute of lovemaking was both exploration and worship of each other.

Lately, the two of you were careful. You had your own special tea to drink before or after it happened. At most, he would spill his seed somewhere that wasn’t between your legs. You knew so much was happening. Becoming a parent would put more stress on both of you. Especially considering Odin was about to name his heir.

Though you both did hope someday to have a child. You knew Loki would be a wonderful father and you wanted to be a mother. You wanted a family. You wanted to have a sweet baby (or two) of your own to cuddle and kiss. To hear it laugh when you tickled it. To welcome their first steps with open arms. To watch it grow. To leave your own mark- a person who was both Loki and you.

Now wasn’t the right time, both of you knew it. When you would sigh about it, he would hug you.

“We will wait, my love…time is our friend…” he’d assure you.

There were worse things in life. And you might as well enjoy what you had now before it was too late. You were lucky to have him. Many couples lived happy, long lives together without children. You were fortunate to have a man who you could confide anything to. And he in turn confided all his worries to you.

The ceremony arrived. And it was not Loki who was named heir as he hoped. It was Thor.

As you stood next to Loki, you felt him stiffen. Thor smiled and held up Mjonir as the kingdom cheered for him. Looking at your husband, you took his hand. You heard him take in a deep sigh through his nose.

“I know you wanted it…I’m so sorry…” you whispered to him, rubbing a thumb over his palm.

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One evening when you walked about the garden. The sun was setting and while there was some light, you wanted to admire the roses Frigga grew. Dressed in your golden dress, you knelt to sniff a few red ones. Admiring her work and the peace of the place. You jumped when a guard ran over to you.

“The Prince Loki requests your presence immediately in the castle vaults,” he reported.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried there.

“Loki, where are you? Are you hurt?” you asked as you entered.

He was standing on the steps before the Tesseract’s section. He looked up at the sound of your voice. There were tears in his eyes.

“I…I just spoke with father…” he said.

“What did he say this time?” you asked.

He took a step towards you. More tears fell down his cheeks.

“Y/N…I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have married you, shouldn’t have made you my prisoner…” he said.

Pain curled up in your chest at the words. Their grip tightened your throat and your eyes watered as well as his.

“Prisoner!?! What are you talking about, Loki? You cannot believe every word Odin says! I will talk to him myself right away! How dare he say such cruel things to you! You do deserve me! You do!” you cried.

You reached over to grab his hands and he jerked them back.

“No Asgardian maiden deserves to be sold and made wife to a Frost Giant!” He blurted.

You paused.

“Frost Giant?” you repeated.

All your life you heard whispers of the land of the Frost Giants, or Jotenheim. And they were always violent tales of terror. The large, ice creatures were longtime enemies of your kingdom. It was typical for Thor to boast about how much he would slay if given the chance.

“Stay here…and watch…” Loki instructed.

He put his hand on the Tesseract. Upon contact, his skin turned blue and his eyes red. A frost giant if you ever saw one.

Your eyes widened and you gasped in response, a hand flew over your mouth. Shock made your body lock in place. But you did not turn your eyes from him.

“Oh, Loki!” you cried.

You did not flee. No, you would not. Instead, you ran up and embraced him. He felt cold to the touch. As his hands released the Tesseract you felt him warm up in your arms as his skin turned back to ivory. They curled around your back, and he buried himself in your touch. You felt him shaking. Despite your own surprise, you would not abandon him. Never.

“It’s alright…it’s alright, I’m right here…this is a lot, I know…” you consoled as he cried.

He explained to you that years ago, Odin found an abandoned Frost Giant baby in Jotenheim. He took in the infant to be raised as one of his own. But never telling that young prince the truth about his parentage. Not until an accidental discovery. In a recent battle a Frost Gant touched your husband’s arm, changing your prince’s skin to blue beneath his grip. And blue skin could not lie.

“Do you know what I am, Y/N? I am a monster! That’s who you are married to! A monster!” Loki mourned.

You glanced at the door, then back to him. An idea from a recent library read growing in your head.

“Are you familiar with Midgard Fairy Tales? The ones for children?” you asked.

“No,” he answered.

“You don’t?” you asked.

“Midgard never interested me before…”

Taking him by the hand, you led him back to the library. You found a collection of Midgard Fairy Tales left on your favorite chair. You brought it to him and opened it up, flipping the pages. You then pointed to one story. The first page was illustrated with a ship on the ocean, then a rose, and a grand castle.

“You should read this one right here. It was written years ago by a lady. It is a Midgard Fairy Story called La Belle et La Bete or Beauty and The Beast…” you explained.

Loki took the book. He then flipped the page to see a picture of the eponymous beast.

“I know enough of fairy tales. They’re all the same. There’s some giant or creature who’s always the villain. Kidnapping unwilling maidens and hoarding gold. That is until a prince skewers them. Then there’s great celebration over the killing,” he dismissed.

You placed a hand on the page before he could close it.

“You’re right about one thing. There is a beast in this one…” you continued.

“Oh, and he’s there to do those things so babes will grow up learning to hate me,” Loki complained.

“No! Not in this one he’s not!” you objected.

You turned the page. It showed the Beast smiling with a lady in a rose garden.

“Yes, he is a beast. But do you know what he also is? He is the prince in the story! He might look frightening to some, but beneath it, he is kind and generous! He falls in love and marries a woman who sees that in the end! She doesn’t focus on what makes him monstrous and different- she accepts who he is!”

You set the book down and cupped his face.

“Because she loves him!”

His jaw dropped, speaking nothing. He leaned into your hand.

“A Frost Giant? Yes. I will learn to adjust to the blue skin…but you are my husband. I could not ask for a better one. And I love you. No matter what…” you said.

He embraced you again and you both cried. Tears of happiness and of sorrow. Blue skin or white. Yellow eyes or blue ones. He was Loki. He was your husband, and you would always stay with him. Besides, it’s what he would have done for you.

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When you went to bed that night, you expected tomorrow to be a day like any other. But instead, you were shaken out of sleep.

“Loki, what is it? It’s too early…” you murmured, half-awake.

You felt your bedside but did not feel the lump of his body.

Wakefulness creeping on you, you saw the guards and a few servants in your bedchambers. You jumped to sit up. You held onto the blankets, your knuckles popping in your grip.

“Where is my husband? Is he alright? What’s going on?” you questioned.

Their eyes were all wide. One servant stepped forward and spoke with gravity.

“The prince Thor is banished. And Odin has fallen into his Odinsleep. Loki is now King of Asgard. And you are it’s Queen.”

It was only four sentences. But it felt like something from a dream. You jolted out of bed to stand. You barely opened your mouth to respond when the servant knelt before you. He took your hand and kissed it in reverence.

“Your highness! Queen of Asgard!” he announced.

All bowed before you in your room.

You expected many things when you married the god of mischief. Just not this! It felt like one of those Midgard Fairytales happening to you.

When you dressed and hurried to your husband in the throne room. You forgot your new role and froze your steps. He sat on a throne, legs deliciously apart. He took up space now. The throne was entirely his and he was going to use every inch of it. He was decked in the robe of a ruler, not a prince destined to wait in the wings all his life. He had power in him, and you had to confess the aura of it was…. doing something for you. Your legs were buckling beneath your dress. There was that infamous, mischievous smile on him. It made you shiver. Already morning and desire swirled inside you. When his head turned to see you, he lit up. He got up from his throne and walked down. Per habit, you curtsied low. Then, placing a finger beneath your chin, he led you to standing. Your sex beneath your legs clenched at the gesture.

He then grabbed you and lifted you up in a hug where your feet didn’t touch the ground.

“Y/N…darling!” he greeted.

He put you down and placed a kiss on your lips.

“But…are you ready to rule? It won’t be easy…” you worried.

“It will not. But at last, think of everything I could do…lead armies…unite kingdoms…”

Even Jotenheim and Asgard if he decreed it so, you noted. You then smiled at him. He was glowing from pride and joy. He took your hand and kissed it.

“If we’re together through this…we can handle it…” he said.

They placed you to stand by his side on the throne.

Frigga entered. She bowed to you. Your own knees bucked a little out of habit. Usually you were the one bowing to her! You walked down to her, taking her shoulders.

“Queen mother…I…I’m speechless! …I don’t know how I could ever be a queen as well as you!” you confessed to her.

She kissed your cheek and gave you a patient smile.

“Don’t worry, I will help you. Day by day, step by step, you will learn how.”

“Thank you…what do I do now?”

“You will be crowned this afternoon. The kingdom will be watching. Look at them, your people. And show them you care…” she advised.

The hour arrived for them all. Swarms of people broke in like a flood to the throne room. You felt every eye as a golden crown was placed on your head and as his familiar helmet was placed on Loki.

Remembering Frigga’s advice, you looked down on them. You allowed a smile to grow on you. You smiled as you heard your name being chanted along with your husband's name.

They cheered and bowed to you. Flags were waved and confetti fell like snow across the palace. Loki got took your hand and lifted it up before them. They began to cry out.

“Hail the King Loki! Hail the Queen Y/N!”

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When the sun began to set, a familiar servant ran up to you.

“The King sends his regrets that duties require his immediate attention. He asked for the cooks to go ahead and serve you dinner in his absence,” she announced.

“Thank you,” you replied. An attempt at a regal tone of voice new to you.

The servant bowed and left. She didn’t do that as reverently when you were a mere princess. You ate your dinner alone and then took a rosewater bath right after. You noticed several stray petals floating around in the tub.

Once you finished, you returned to your chambers. It seemed they would stay the same for now. The King’s room was for the Odinsleep. Drying yourself you picked a nightgown. Tonight, it was a white one with a silvery tone to it. It had long sleeves that draped down and had beautiful beading around the bodice. The neckline dipped down to the clasp that secured it. Some might consider it immodest, but it was too beautiful for your resistance. It gave you some very sensual cleavage that you loved (and so would your husband). The skirt then dipped down to the floor, making it feel like a robe, but the material was not so thick that it felt too hot.

If you dressed more like a queen, even at night, you would feel more apt to the role.

What a day it had been. Part of your body ached after such excitement. You sat by your vanity on a cushion. Flowers (including the roses you liked) from the gardens in vases bedecked it. By the candlelight you checked your hair. Sighing in, you relaxed on the seat, admiring the glimpse of the kingdom at night from your curtains. Enjoying a moment of peace.

You then heard his voice outside the door.

“I am now going to bed. Do not disturb us unless there is an emergency,” Loki ordered the servants and guards. Already he was speaking more like a king.

The doors creaked as he opened it and walked inside. Though he was in his own green bedrobes, there was a bounce and urgency to his step. Then he approached you as you sat on the cushion before the vanity. Though his blue eyes did wander hungrily to your low neckline. They then returned up to your face in the mirror’s reflection.

“How is my pretty queen tonight?” he asked.

“I’m good…” you answered.

“Are you tired?” he asked with a tone of concern.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, fingers drumming in anticipation. Was there some old prank he was going to pull that he wanted you to see? What was he going to say?

“Only a little…I’m still taking it in…” you replied.

He embraced you from behind, nuzzling into your neck. You smiled at the contact of feeling his nose against your skin. He smiled as he looked at you in the mirror.

“You always were a queen to me, my dear….” He said.

He kissed your cheek and then lowered his lips to your neck. You smiled, enjoying the increasingly amorous gesture. You felt the tickle of his breath. His soft lips made another kiss in between your neck and clavicle. You melted into it.

“My, Freya has gotten someone enchanted…” you teased.

“It’s not Freya who enchants me…” he husked.

He then turned you around and led you to stand. And laid a desperate kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around him. He slid in his tongue. A hand of his crept to hold your back to him. You groaned into it. Already, arousal began its long, sinful climb with its wet signal between your legs. You released lips with a satisfying smack.

“If you continue this, I’ll ring for that tea…” you said.

“No…” he voiced.

“Hmm?”

He held your hands down.

“You won’t need that tea tonight. Or for a while…” he said.

You blinked.

“How come?”

He gave you a smile, looking in your eyes.

“I must tell you…the council has given me much advice. To secure myself as king, there are a few things I can do. Enact laws. Silence any rebellions or refusals. And, since I’m already married...”

He paused.

“Sire an heir.”

You felt your breath stop in your throat. Your eyes widened. His smile went down to a smirk. A glint in his eye as he went to you. His eyes roaming down your exposed chest. His hands wandered down, staring to hike a little of your skirt.

“So, you’re saying…” you stuttered.

“Y/N, I…I need you tonight…tonight…I’ll give you a child, an heir, someone to carry on my reign, and keep me as king…Would you like that?” he asked.

He leaned closer. Wanting to kiss you, then pausing. You could feel his breath just on your lips, making you dizzy. He placed his hips against yours. You felt a moan shudder out of you. Your answer was an easy one.

“Yes, yes I would.”

He swept you up in his arms, strong despite his lean frame. Your heart raced so hard you felt it would burst out of you. He laid you on the bed then crawled over you. You felt yourself trembling like it was the first time. He cupped your cheek and leaned over to kiss you.

“My queen, my darling…”

You wrapped your arms around him.

“And my Prince made King,” you said back.

Intuitively, he ground his hips on yours. A small shudder went through you, coming out as a sigh. You reached a hand to run it through his hair as he kissed you again. Combing through those dark curls you loved so much. Because they were a part of him. His crown that never left him. You gave him another, harder kiss. He then looked down at your robe. He slid a hand over the beading, over your chest.

“A lady beautiful as you could doesn’t need such …embellishments…” he growled.

He removed his hand to lift it in the air. He flicked it and a green light began at the tips of your toes and then worked its way up your legs and through your body. Your evening robes for sleeping vanished and instead was your skin. He wetted his lips at the sight of your nakedness.

“I’ve longed to see this, to touch you for hours…”

He went up to your bare breasts. You gulped as he began to kiss it. Your back arched on impulse, tensing already. As he worked his way to the center, you felt yourself tensing already. Smiling at the pleasure as he used his tongue, swirling your nipple. Chills ran over you. He released his mouth to whisper.

“I’ve missed your breasts. The shape. The softness. Feeling you…”

He replaced it with his large hand. He gently squeezed and groped both around. You exhaled out another sound coming out of you. Not a polite one.

“Perfection-perfect for my hands. And perfect to nurse my heir…”

He then lowered himself down, kissing your stomach. Tracing your hips. He then kissed your bellybutton, dipping his tongue into the hole of it. Only a symbol of what was next. A delicious forewarning. Preparation. You grew wetter with the feeling of something soft and wet inside a hole of yours.

“Loki…Loki, my dear…husband…” you whimpered.

He held your hips down, tracing it and feeling them again. How they curved up to where they made your waist. His fingers sprawled possessively over your flesh. Then back down to your hips. Looking down, there was a bulge getting bigger against his green robe.

“And these…perfect. Perfect for what I put between them. For my mouth, my fingers, my cock, and my child…”

He pulled his head up, then you put your finger to his lips. Giggling lightly, as did he.

“You talk so much. But you’ve yet to bare yourself too, my love,” you teased.

With a cocky half-smile, all he did was tilt his head. The seidr ran down from the forehead to the toes, and the smooth robe was replaced with his warm skin. He was so beautiful. Every time he took off his clothes, it was everything in you not to stare. He had a broad, ivory chest so large and enveloping. It was like a blanket when you rested your head on them or when he thrust on top of you. You put a hand to explore the crevices, going through the patch of hairs on him. His muscular shoulders, perfect for digging your nails in. His abdominals-both soft and strong. For he was both at the center of his heart as well. Thighs made thick from running, jumping, and everything a warrior did.

He ground against you. His cock, already hard, teased your stomach. He leaned up to kiss your neck in its small soft spot. A hand returning to your breast.

“You will look wonderful engorged with a babe…a child…a part of you that will always be there, a trace of us together.”

“Loki…my dear husband…I love you…” you voiced.

He smiled, inching close.

“And I love you when you’re screaming beneath me…”

With one long, beautiful hand, he took the outside of your legs. He traced his fingers down from thigh to knee. Ghosting against the upper flesh of your skin. As tenderly as if you were the brightest, most precious jewel kept in his treasury. In seas of coins, rubies, and diamonds…it was you, you out of everything else, that mattered to him.

He took his large, beautiful hands and then moved them to the inside of your knees. You bit back a moan, leaning your head into the pillow as you felt it.

Using both his hands, he then spread you apart, wide open. He looked down at you and grinned. He had seen, felt, penetrated, and tasted your pussy like an addict. Always hungry for more. Even if you were poison, he would consider it the sweetest way to die. He placed himself back up. The tip just teasing your entrance. Every nerve inside you screamed. It brushed against you, never plunging in.

“You’re a banquet all for me, my dear…now…are you ready?” he whispered.

“Oh, please…. stop tormenting me… I want a child…and I want you…give me…give me one, Loki…” you begged.

“Let me…let me feel your sweet warmth and take your king’s shaft…” Loki husked.

He plunged into you slowly. Part of you panted through your nose. You felt him climb inside, inch by agonizing inch. This was a ceremony, sacred as any other rite in a royal bedroom. As if everything had to be right. Yet there was beauty-there was divinity. An ecstasy of reaching something otherworldly in between each other’s legs. You let out a loud gasp when he placed all of you inside him. You grabbed onto him.

He then retracted his hips, and he began to thrust into you. Grinding you right into the bed. Writhing as you accepted his largeness like it was new. Each gasp from his breath, each pant from each thrust. You could feel one muscular arm of your husbands touched the headboard, keeping him steady against you. You felt your back and ass slide against the silk sheets. He was slow, but eager.

“Yes…I promised you… when we married…I’d give you-nrgh-I’d give-give you everything-fuck-everything you’d ever want-gods…yes, gods, yes!” he whimpered as he thrusted.

You let out a moan with each thrust, your own breasts bouncing slowly with the movement. He looked down, releasing the hand on the headboard to slap them.

You let out a gasp- “L-Loki-you-you-you beast!”

“I thought you figured that out already, darling…” he whispered with a chuckle.

You felt his other hand wander to touch your back. You writhed under him. He then slid his hand under his hips guide you up. His strength held you steady. He hit a different angle and you let out a cry-it was deeper, and his cock had found it’s way to your bud. Already sensitive and shaking.

“L-Loki! There! Please! There!” you begged as he kept thrusting.

“As my queen commands…”

You saw the veins in his neck tightening as he kept on. His black curls messed around him- wild and free. A creature claiming his prize for the night. How beautiful he looked. You returned a hand back up and pulled him down. You kissed him with such fervor as he thrust that he stayed for only a second inside you, pausing, catching a breath. What breath there was, anyway.

Then he picked up the pace slightly. You were starting to see stars. That sweet angle where he got your clit. You felt pleasure rise in you. Yes, it was arriving. You moved your hands down from his shoulders, down his triangular back. Once you found his soft, perfect ass you pushed him in again.

“Loki I’m…I’m…I’m close…oh norns- I’m…I’m going to cum!” you pleaded.

“So…am I-nrg-Call me king, call me king again and…and…I’ll-I’ll drive you there with me …”

He lowered his voice. Guttural and demanding.

“Call- me- your- king.”

He even got his free hand inside, speeding you up as he too sped up. You felt it-the breaking point.

“Yes-please-my- my king! My king!” you cried.

He let out a shout and you felt his hot seed spurt inside you. Your own climax then broke upon you. Thw words repeated out of you in a whisper.

“My king…my…my…”

It was the climax where it spun inside you. You felt your whole-body lock. Your quim felt as if it was spinning, sputtering with the pleasure. As well as his seed. You groaned as it washed you down and you felt it. Your eyes teared up. His stayed inside, spurting like mad. Free and plentiful after starvation. A broken dam. He stayed inside. Not wasting one drip of him. You accepted it, every bit of it. Not one drop would go to waste. You felt your body buzz. Vibrating on the inside though you were still. Still except for your own breasts heaving with the breath you caught. You felt him catch his breath on top of you too.

He then cupped your cheek. His curls fell before his face. But his smile and blue eyes glowing from them.

“I couldn’t have asked for better. A better broodmare. A better wife. A better queen by my side…” he said.

Playfully, you went up and kissed the tip of his nose. He grinned at it and then embraced you. Arms flinging around each other. His own sweaty, earthy scent mixed with the rosewater bath you had earlier.

His cock still twitched inside you. Then you felt a final hot release of him and there was no more. He pulled out. Once it left you, you felt a cold space in your quim. Like it was an empty niche, something that needed filling. So much was he a part of you. You reached up your hand to brush his curls back. Seeing his face. Seeing him.

He then went down to your stomach, kissing it.

“I think if it’s a boy…we should call him Tuck…and if it’s a girl...Idona…” you then told him.

He rolled over to lay his head on the pillow. Then he turned over. You hummed at the sight of him- oh Hela, his beautiful profile was art itself!

“And what if we have twins?” he asked.

“I’ll figure it out, later!” you replied with a small laugh.

You placed your head on his chest and looked up and he down.

“I hope you’ve forgiven me for missing dinner…we’ll eat together tomorrow night; I’ll make it up to you…” he said.

“Of course, I forgive you. You had duties of your own…” you whispered.

He then gave a smile with the familiar, delicious darkness in his eyes.

“It might take more than once. We will try for an heir no matter how many times it takes. I’d like to have you on that very table like a meal of my own to devour. And I’ll have you on the library walls. On each rug. On each column. So, rest well…you have several duties of your own tomorrow.”

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wide awake

notes: sorry i haven't posted any writing in a while, chapter 7 part 2 hit me like a burning truck full of chemicals racing at 200km/h towards an elementary school.

word count: 9,2k words

about this work: this was inspired by katy perry's "wide awake" as a contrast to malleus' humming of "once upon a dream." set during and after chapter 7. i don't know how this chapter is going to proceed so i'm going out on a limb here but yeah

synopsis: you woke up to the world crashing down on you, realizing what malleus had done. he had wanted you to be happy forever in a dream...when all along your dream had been him...will you ever forgive him?

contains: malleus draconia x (gn)fae!reader, angst to fluff, fighting and making up

warnings: angst. lots of angst. also chapter 7 spoilers. themes of loss

dark content creators & consumers dni

...thunder rumbling, castles crumbling; i am trying to hold on. god knows that i tried seeing the bright side; i'm not blind anymore....falling from cloud nine...

Falling in love with a crown prince had never been on your list of predictions for your school years at Night Raven College. If you were to be honest, you had been surprised that there were even other fairies attending the school. For most of your life, it had always just been you. The people came and passed you by and as the years went on; you’d gotten used to it. People came into your life and they never stayed for long. That didn’t make their bonds with you any less meaningful. In a way, they lived on through you. Through your memories and the stories you told of them to younger generations. And it always made you smile to see how people listened with awe about the ones you held dear in the past and learnt to love the same things about them as you did.

With each bond you had, you grew and learnt and as long as you did, nothing was truly ever lost. The world around you changed as you helped it grow as best as you could while you stayed roughly the same. But Malleus Draconia had changed you. When he came into your life, you knew not soon after that your world wouldn’t be the same again.

You remembered the day you had met him for the first time. Not long after the entrance ceremony, you had used the lively dinner party held to welcome the new students, to slip away and explore the area on your own; running into the dorm leader of Diasomnia in the process. You almost chuckled at the memory. You had worried about getting in trouble on your first night at Night Raven College; being caught outside past curfew by a dorm leader. But you soon came to realize that Malleus wasn’t supposed to be there either and that your new acquaintance had a habit of sneaking out without his retainers as well.

You remembered how odd Malleus had appeared to you that night. Unlike everyone else, he wasn’t wearing his ceremonial robes and he didn’t even seem to know that the ceremony was today even though he was a dorm leader. Fireflies were dancing around him and he seemed pleased that you were ready to strike up conversation with him but equally as troubled, for he feared you might not keep his late night strolls around the campus and to the village at the foot of the hill to yourself. You had chuckled.

“Alright, here’s the deal”, you smirked at him, “I’ll keep your little secret to myself…if you take me with you. Maybe you could show me around…I think that could be fun.”

He had looked shocked back then but knowing him as well as you did now, you could imagine just how bewildered he was that you had just met him and were ready to hang out with him just like that.

“Very well then”, he laughed with a cheerful expression on his face, mumbling something about how you knew no fear. You did now.

“So, is this a habit of yours too?”, he had asked, eager to get to know you.

“They haven’t built a place that can contain me yet��, you had joked, which made Malleus laugh once more. Slowly but steady you had brought fresh wind into his life. For a fae, you didn’t seem like time had left you behind. Rather than that, you were always in motion, changing and growing along with the world. In a way, that made him envy you as much as he did admire you. Through it all, watching you, Malleus felt like a mountain carved into the landscape of the world; strong and unwavering but looking down from his pedestal at the lively ways of the humans and feeling unnoticed and uninvited. Where he seemed to hardly notice the passage of time on some days and dreaded the inevitable that was waiting for him in the future, you seemed grateful for every day; finding wonder in all that was fleeting, carrying it with you as a treasure that was yours to keep even when it had long left this world.

He almost couldn’t believe his luck when you joined his club and kept inviting him to spend time with you. Malleus hardly ever declined. He grew enamored with you; accepted you into his life and always hoped that maybe you’d choose to stay. And you learnt to love him. You loved how eager he seemed to learn about anything new you could show him about the world and how surprised he looked when he was met with something unexpected. You loved his smile and you wanted to be there to share his happiest moments with him. You loved the way he pouted whenever Lilia dared to unpack the embarrassing childhood stories about him.

As time went on, it became undeniable that your bond was something special; as if fate had brought you together for each of you to have a companion at long last. Someone who would stay when all else faded. Days were just a little bit brighter with the prospect of seeing Malleus. You heard Lilia joke once about the way his eyes lit up when he saw you for the first time after a long school day, hoping you’d ask him to take a walk with you or show him a new board game or one of those movies he was so unfamiliar with. You went to festivals and cinemas; listened to each other’s favorite songs and read each other’s favorite books. Which in Malleus’ case happened to be a lullaby from Briar Valley he played for you on the violin and an antique book titled “Gargoyles and their mystical origins”.

You remembered the melancholic sound of the violin, remembered how you marveled at his mastery of the instrument. You knew now the sad songs he played were a testimony to his ever-present loneliness; to all the unchanging years inside his castle and the dreams he longed to make into a reality but never could. Even as thorns had clouded your view and the last thing you heard was the quiet humming of the man you loved but didn’t recognize…you remembered the songs he played for you once and how he had smiled when you complimented how beautiful it was and encouraged him to show you another melody from his homeland. You remembered the way he had shared his world with you in an attempt to give you something back for all the new experience you introduced him to and you wondered how things had spiraled this far out of control. Where did we go wrong?

In your eyes, Malleus Draconia became someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. You could see how he felt in the thunder outside or the snow falling to the ground; but just as well in his eyes, as much as he tried to hide it. You learnt about his passions; what he treasured in this life and the dreams he didn’t dare voice out loud. With time, they became all too familiar to you.

So it came as no surprise to step outside after the internship orientation meeting and find soft but cold snowflakes resting on your skin. You sighed as you remembered the way Lilia had announced his departure from this school to everyone and how, contrary to your expectation when you heard the news, Malleus had just as much not seen it coming as everyone else did.

He heard the soft knock on the door of his room and knew it was you. “Come in”, he called out, quieter than he usually did. You did as he told you, closing the door behind you and sitting beside him on the bed. There was an emptiness and hopelessness in his eyes that you had never seen before. He took a deep breath once in a while, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Like he was lost and all the years he spent alone and isolated left him unable to find his path forward. Malleus was staring at nothing in particular as the snowflakes continued to fall outside. He was caught up in his own world, and if he hadn’t called you in; you would have been unsure if he was even aware of your presence at this moment.

“So…”, you sighed and tried to find the right words but just as well being at a loss at how anything you could do or say could make him feel better right now, “you don’t seem to be doing too well…want to talk about it?” As a fae yourself, you knew the signs. An exponential loss of magic, weakening speed…Lilia’s time on this earth was nearing its end. You were sure that deep down Malleus knew too; even though you could just as well imagine he was denying it in this current moment; arguing with himself that since Lilia had said nothing specific, maybe he really just meant something else than what the prince had understood. He lifted his head slightly and his eyes met yours. In that moment he looked like a frightened child but when he spoke he retained his usual calm demeanor. “I’m just a little surprised, is all”, he sighed and attempted to smile at you, “have you picked an internship yet? During all this commotion, I almost forgot to ask you.”

You shook your head. “I have a few ideas but nothing specific yet”, you mused and leaned your back against one of the bed posts, crossing your legs as you reached for one of the pillows to make yourself more comfortable, “it’s more like I have some skills I want to work on but no specific profession I want to apply to. So I’ll carefully consider my options.” Ever since you met him, Malleus Draconia shook your world and brought it to a different path. You had gone from place to place, working different jobs and meeting all sorts of different people and you had been certain that after your time at Night Raven College was over, that was what you’d continue to do. But now? Now you weren’t so sure. A quiet voice inside you had always raised the idea that maybe you could stay with him. Leave behind the human world you’ve lived in for all your life and become acquainted with your own kind again. A part of his country. Maybe a part of his family.

You were unsure whether Malleus felt even remotely the same as you. Loving Malleus was an all or nothing affair. There was no trial period; no going on dates and being together for a while and splitting up if it didn’t work out. A lot depended on Malleus’ public appearance and to say that him getting into a relationship with anyone would be a big deal was more than an understatement. If you were ready to take a step into that direction, you had to be ready for all the strings attached to the man you loved. A legacy, a crown and a country to take care of. A responsibility to keep peace and ensure that your people could lead comfortable lives.

Confessing to Malleus would be a big step and you didn’t know if you ever would. You weren’t sure if you were adequate to rule a country; yet it wasn’t necessarily something you were opposed to.

Leadership, public relations, bureaucracy…those were what you intended to focus on. All things that were important for a ruler. So that, if after centuries of walking among the mortal folk, you decided to put all cards on the table and spend your life by Malleus’ side, you could at least be sure that you were up to the challenge. That was a precondition for you to feel confident about approaching him with your feelings. You didn’t want to risk backing out and breaking his heart. Or being rejected by his people. And even if things didn’t work out, you could still use these skills on your path forward.

The time at school you had spent with him so far seemed way too short to determine whether you wanted to spend the rest of your days with Malleus, as much as you did love him. And now the year was slowly but surely nearing its end. So you had another idea.

“Do you have anything picked out yet?”, you asked the man you loved and the one you had grown to consider your best friend. Malleus shook his head as well. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to learn in just 3 months…even 9 seems really short to me”, he sighed and clutched the list with the possible internship locations. You pulled out the map where all of them had been marked.

“Well, given that we both don’t know yet what we want to do…why don’t we do something together?”, you suggested quietly and spread the map out on the bed, pointing at a couple of locations, “of course we don’t have to do exactly the same thing, but there’s a couple of cities here where the internship possibilities are basically just piling up…maybe we could just decide on a location and then…I don’t know…live there for a while?”

Malleus already had the surprised expression you were so used to on his face, but you continued. “We could get an apartment and explore the place together…there’s a bunch of spots on the map I haven’t been to either…and I could show you one of those human amusement parks you thought were fake when you saw a picture for the first time”, you chuckled and raised your pointer finger, “oh, I know! Or a mall! We’ll get the biggest ice cream cup they have and then regret all of our life choices. And take an escalator. You’ve never been on an escalator right-”

Your words got cut off by the surprise of Malleus’ embrace. It wasn’t the first time you two had held each other, but from the way he was clinging onto you, you could tell he was more distressed by today’s events than he let on. He let out a sigh of relief as you wrapped your arms around him gently and ran your fingers through his hair in a comforting motion. “That sounds wonderful”, he whispered and you rested your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes and smiled.

Malleus held onto you like you were his lifeline right now. That just as he was confronted with the inevitable loss of people he held dear, you had offered to stay around a little longer and had shared your ideas with him as if they were something you had been looking forward to presenting to him for a while. A new beginning. He thought about how you’d laugh at his surprise upon discovering all these modern human things you mentioned and how you’d be there waiting for him at the end of a work day, asking him what the two of you should get for dinner. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He was looking forward to taking an escalator for the first time. And trying some unusual ice cream flavors with you. Or being on a train. He knew you’d find so much joy in his curiosity and surprise and Lilia would want to hear all about your mundane adventures together-

Oh…right…

Malleus’ smile faded from his face instantly when he remembered. Although hope for the future and dreams of happiness had filled his mind not a second ago, the image of bliss had now been distorted into a world without Lilia. Without him nudging the young dragon fae playfully when he announced that he was off to spend some time with you; teasing him about when he was going to confess his love to you already. Without the horrible food on the dinner table that Malleus wished wasn’t there but that simultaneously Diasomnia just wouldn’t be the same without. Without anyone to guide him when he didn’t understand something. A world where he was on his own, unsteady where you were so self-assured and down-to-earth. A world where he was expected to lead when there were days where he felt like he could hardly stand without his guardian.

Malleus was staring at the hands he had folded in his lap. “How do you do it?”, he asked, not daring to look into your eyes as he tried to keep it together. “Do what?”, you asked, noticing the shift in his mood immediately. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it gently. "Letting go…”, Malleus mumbled, “moving on after…after they’re gone.” His voice got so quiet as he spoke those words that he wondered whether you had even heard them. You hesitated for a moment, still holding his hand tightly within your own.

“It’s certainly not easy”, you sighed, “it never was and it never will be. But the pain lessens with time.” Your gaze fell to the window as you watched the stars outside; glowing and burning in the distance millions of miles away. Malleus still seemed lost in thought. You remembered the first time you had lost someone who was there for a significant portion of your life. You looked at Malleus’ hopeless expression and knew his world must be shattering into a thousand pieces right now.

“I like to think that we’re all on an endless journey”, you began again, still looking at the stars but you could see from the corner of your eyes that the fae prince lifted his head to look at you, “in the end, we’re all following a path that’s our own and meant only for us. And sometimes our paths cross with those of others. We meet them, sometimes because we chose to and other times under the most unexpected circumstances…and they walk with us for a little while. They share their journey with us; where they’ve been so far, where they’re hoping to go…”

Malleus seemed to think deeply about your words, now also gazing at the stars outside.

“We rest together, we overcome obstacles together…we love and learn because of each other”, you smiled as a shooting star crossed the night sky, “and one day our ways part. The ones we treasure move on to walk their own path once more and we watch them disappear on the horizon and they never look back. And we have to continue on our path as well. I believe it’s because there’s somewhere else we need to be and that wherever those we’ve parted from are now…they’re all cheering for us to get there. And who knows…maybe we will meet again one day.”

Malleus smiled at you from the side, admiring your outlook on this world. How you could be so full of hope even in the most dire of circumstances…even when faced with loss and death. He knew you hadn’t always been this way. That you too had faced the hardships of learning how to live with your long lifespan and carrying on relentlessly, knowing that at the end of the day you’d remain while all else faded and gave way to something new. You simply had more time to grow and adapt, despite being roughly the same age as him. “That’s a beautiful way of looking at it”, Malleus mused and his thumb brushed over your hand he held as the fearful words he didn’t dare say crossed his mind. That’s a strength I don’t think I have…

You didn’t feel too well, leaving him that night. He insisted he was going to be fine, hugged you one last time before you left his room. Maybe he needs to be alone right now, you thought, process everything that’s happened…and everything yet to come.

Maybe if you just hadn’t left him…maybe if you just tried a little harder…

No, you clenched your fist as the wind blew past your face and you gazed upon the thorn-covered island, this had nothing to do with you. This is his own fault.

That fateful day you had woken up in more ways than one. You had woken up from the sleeping curse Malleus had placed on the whole island; the blissful dream that seemed to suffocate you and shatter your heart into a million pieces. But you had also woken up from the dream you thought you were living. The love you thought you had and the happiness that once seemed all too familiar to you. Gone were the days of laughter and joy and you weren’t sure if they would ever return again for as long as Malleus was a part of your life. Maybe it was time to cut the thread spun by fate to lead you to each other.

You shook your head and tears ran down your cheek as your eyes were blinded by the sunrise. It was as if the sky was trying to comfort you, telling you not to cry as there would always be a path forward, with or without him.

Even though the dream world created by the spell was gone, two worlds were still existing within your heart. The one before; the one where you were planning to spend your future with Malleus; the way you saw him and loved every little detail….and the way you saw him now. The world where he had overblotted and attempted to decide the course of your fate with his own hand. Where he believed a false dream; an endless loop of joyful moments, could ever make you as happy as the real world had done with him by your side.

Even though the nightmare had ended, you still seemed to be living in it. You weren’t sure which one was the worse illusion, the dream he decided you and the other students should spend the next thousand years in or the one you lived in before he had disappointed you so much that all you had been able to do for the past two days was weep. The sense of betrayal you felt because of his actions was indescribable, even after all the yelling and explaining you did of your feelings you hadn’t grasped the full extent of it. How could he do this?

You knew how he had felt. You had seen his fear and his desperation; you understood how the only perspective he knew was his own and that at the time, living in a happy dream that would never end probably seemed the better option for himself as well, rather than facing the loss of Lilia, who had been there since he was born, and the knowledge that from now on, he’d only continue to lose more and more. But he dealt with it the wrong way and now he had to take responsibility for the consequences.

“Y/n, please…”, you remembered how he had knelt there in the aftermath of his destruction, gazing upon the shaking silhouettes of his classmates and the worried and confused eyes of his guards. It had started to rain and as he saw his reflection in the puddle left on the ground and looked up to meet the eyes of those who looked at him in a fear that had never been there before; the blissful dream he thought could bring him happiness had finally shattered and nothing remained but guilt. He was used to people avoiding him. To people being intimidated by him and not daring to get too close. But for the first time in his life he saw someone fear for their life around him; look at him like he was one wrong move away from ending it all. I’ve become a monster…

The rain poured down on Sage’s Isle but Malleus could hardly feel it as it hit his face and he wept. He was no stranger to crying. He vividly remembered how Lilia had told you about his many tantrums as a child with a smile on his face. But now, in the face of true despair, he wondered if there was any going forward from here on out. In a fruitless, impulsive attempt to preserve what he used to have, he had broken it so much that it seemed irreparable. He had never seen this expression on your face before. Like something inside you had broken. And never would he have wanted to be the cause of it.

Malleus, at the time, had thought his “gift” would genuinely be something to make the people he’d grown to care about happy. It was simple; an almost too simple solution to a world that seemed so complicated that it threatened to drown him if he didn’t desperately cling onto all that was familiar; despite all of his power. I should have thought this through…, he clenched his fists as heavy sobs left his lips, I should have asked them what they wanted. This isn’t what they wanted.

In the end, the way he tried to avoid losing the ones he loved had only made him more lonely. It brought nothing but suffering. He was alone; destined to die eventually with no one to stop his overblot. And his loved ones were doomed to sleep a thousand years; robbed of the opportunity to grow as the world kept changing around them. Living in an illusion that was happy but ultimately meaningless.

And now he’d lose them regardless. He broke the bonds he had and now he was left with nothing.

“Please…don’t go”, he whispered through sobs as your expression turned from one of sadness to anger.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Malleus?!”, you seemed furious but tried to speak as calmly as possible right now, “you can’t keep people around by putting them into an endless stasis! You could have killed everyone here and yourself! What the fuck has gotten into you?”

Your words were the only sound except for the rain. No one else dared to utter a word.

Malleus kept his head hanging and didn’t dare to look into your eyes as he replied. “I am so sorry…”

You let out a bitter laugh. “‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t cut it Malleus”, you spat out, “you’re supposed to rule a country one day and yet you have the impulse control of a rabid squirrel. You could have compromised the safety and well-being of your entire nation with this! I understand how you felt but the only way you know how to deal with your problems is through insane magical gimmicks and making that everyone else’s problem in the process. If that curse hadn’t been lifted, those people would have slept for a thousand years and the students would have never seen their families again! The loss you tried to prevent for yourself you pushed onto others. They would have woken up in a world completely unfamiliar to them. I would have never seen you again. You didn’t ask any of us what we wanted before you threw your damn tantrum and decided for us! You don’t want people to be scared of you? Well congratulations Malleus, but you messed that one up royally.”

Malleus' sobs got even louder. “I know…what I did was stupid”, he could hardly speak through the crying, “really, really stupid. I lost control…I couldn’t think. I was too upset and I did something unforgivable…and now i lost your friendship, haven’t I?”

You had no pity left for him at that moment. “Wow, what was your first clue?”, you responded sarcastically.

Malleus looked at you with a pleading expression, basically begging you to stay at this point. “Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?”, he asked, “I want to make it up to everyone…I can’t undo my actions but I want to make it right for all the people I’ve hurt…so please…just give me a chance.” His voice cracked and you sighed.

“You can’t undo what you’ve done and you can’t just make it right or earn yourself points and hoping if you’re just kind enough to people and do enough for them, they’ll forgive you eventually”, your voice was calmer now but it didn’t soften your harsh words, “some of them never will. Maybe not even I will. What’s done is done and I swear to god, please do not throw another grand magical tantrum to try and fix it. Face the mess you’ve made like the adult you are and deal with the consequences. The only thing you can do is move forward.”

You hesitated for a moment before you spoke again.

“No matter how powerful you are, you can’t run from the rules of cause and effect. That’s just what life is like”, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “sometimes we mess up majorly and there’s nothing we can do to fix it. It’s up to every single individual whether they forgive you or not. There’s no guaranteed way to atone. You can only be kinder to the world around you and hope it chooses to be kind to you in return.”

The two of you remained quiet for a while. Most of the students had used the opportunity to sneak away; to a place they presumed to be safe. Only Lilia, Silver and Sebek were still there. Malleus thought about your words. He knew in his heart that you were right.

As silence filled the area around you, your anger about what he had done came back. You knew you probably should have just walked away and cooled off…left him to his own devices and never looked back. But you were too angry.

“You tried to play god for us and treated us like game characters or little shrimp in a terrarium rather than people you care about who make their own choices and live their lives in ways you will sometimes disagree with”, you gestured wildly, “it felt like you didn’t even see us as autonomous people but rather toys you can play with however you please. And that’s terrifying, Malleus. That’s something that, even despite your tendency to impulsively respond with magic to upsetting situations, I would have never expected from you and it broke the most important bond I had to another person in a long time…”

Tears were streaming down your face once more as you were reminded of the loneliness both of you were all too familiar with. That despite your unwavering determination and an optimistic outlook, nothing changed about the fact that you’d always end up alone sooner or later, living longer than most people you’d meet throughout your life. That had changed with Malleus. You finally had someone who could be around for the rest of your life and it felt like you had finally arrived somewhere you belonged. Finally found someone to walk the rest of your journey with you. And now he had kicked that dream in the guts and replaced it with his own delusional idea of a happily ever after.

He had been your dream. Sharing your happiest and worst moments with him. Going through life together; staying by each other’s side for as long as you could.

“I wanted to stay. And you wouldn’t even have needed some dumb dream world for that. I’ve thought about moving to Briar Valley after graduation even though there’s no electricity and the books are 200 years old; all so I could stay with you. I would have trusted you with my life before this, Malleus”, your voice cracked, “right now I wouldn’t even trust you with an hour of my time.”

Your words stung and left him in shock. He knew you treasured him as a friend…but that you cared for him this much? He had no idea. He always thought his love for you was one-sided and now he had broken it, possibly beyond repair. He could have had someone who stayed by his side for the majority of his long life…he could have had that and he pushed you away.

“Will this ever change?”, he asked quietly as you turned around and began walking away from him.

“Goodbye, Malleus.”

Your heart had hardened over the past few days. At first you had locked yourself in your room; living off dry bread and water; unmotivated to go outside. Professor Trein had even knocked on your door a couple of times to make sure you weren’t dead. When students passed by your room, they could only hear you crying from inside.

Eventually the overwhelming sadness just died and left behind an empty void. The sun had risen and was breaking through the curtains. You could lay here for days to come and grieve the bond you seemed to have lost but nothing would stop another day. There was no point in wallowing in self-pity, you knew that. You needed to distract yourself; needed a sense of purpose.

So you went down to the village at the foot of the hill to help clean up the mess Malleus’ spell had left behind. The overwhelming amount of magic had made the technological devices on the island utterly useless and in some cases the thorns had destroyed entire houses. Fortunately no one had been seriously hurt physically but the locals were facing all sorts of problems right now. Communication with the mainland was completely shut down and people struggled to make themselves food with the shops closed up and their household appliances not working. Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy had offered to provide the people with food and shelter, if they needed it, and it almost made you smile at how they had once again managed to turn this into a competition. Some things never change, huh?

Malleus strolled aimlessly around the island, unsure what the future held in store for him. He observed the village from the distance, watching from the shadows as the market place became busy again and the students complained about having to clear it of dozens of vines. He looked at you; at the forefront of it all, putting all your effort into restoring the town to its former idyllic image. He watched you hand out soup to the elderly and help the old mayor set up a fundraiser for the restoration of what Malleus’ spell and overblot had destroyed. He heard that you had suggested to Vil and Neige to hold a benefit concert in order to raise money for the locals. Malleus noticed the smile on his face as he became witness to the kindness you gave to others, one of the many reasons he had fallen in love with you in the first place.

He remembered the words you spoke that day. “The only thing you can do is move forward.” He was proud to see you do just that and even if you may never forgive him, you had inspired him to do the same; regardless of whatever loss he may face in the future. Malleus saw how you gave a weak smile to a little girl who was crying about her favorite teddy bear that had been impaled by thorns and tried to comfort her, even if you hardly had any reason to smile yourself right now. He could tell that you were tired and still unsure, your emotions all over the place. Since when had he become so perceptive of that?

He heard you let out a genuine laugh as Professor Trein offered to fix the little girl’s teddy bear and she ran over to her parents in excitement to tell them about it. “No way, I had no idea you could sew”, Ace exclaimed with a shocked expression while looking at his teacher. Trein crossed his arms in front of his chest and sighed. “I wanted to make a scarf for my wife’s 32nd birthday years ago”, he replied awkwardly, “not my proudest work but it did make her laugh. So I kept doing it, and with time I improved.”

Once you had heard enough of Professor Trein’s stories about his wife, you moved on to another house to try and clear it of the thorns. You saw how everyone came together and supported each other, and although many Night Raven College students were definitely complaining about it, it still brought a small smile to your face. Malleus had broken your heart but there was so much out there still waiting for you even if your ways parted. So many people worth meeting and supporting with your presence, even if it may long outlast them.

From the corner of your eye you could notice a boulder being lifted next to you. There was only one person around strong enough to just do that with bare hands. You looked up to see Prince Malleus Draconia in the flesh, removing the thorns he had caused and trying to fix the house they had destroyed with his own two hands. The two of you silently worked next to each other for a while, not daring to say a word. You observed Malleus quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice your lingering gazes on him. You didn’t know whether you should hate the fact that his presence calmed you or that his helpless attempts at trying to fix this situation without magic almost made you laugh. But you eventually decided to raise your voice.

“You’re not going to use magic to just fix the whole town in a flash?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow at Malleus who in that moment poked his hand on a thorn and watched it bleeding helplessly before you reached for the first-aid kit and handed him some bandages and a pair of gloves. “My magic is still drained”, Malleus explained, “and the blot hasn’t fully disappeared yet. It’s better if I don’t use magic for now.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking down. “Besides…”, he sighed as he put the gloves on, “I don’t…really feel like using magic right now. Not after everything that happened.” You nodded and resumed your work.

Malleus picked up another boulder and shoved it where it had fallen off the house. “You know that’s not how you build a house, right?”, you sighed and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “Then how do I?”, he laid a finger to his chin and pondered on an alternative for a while. You pointed to the docks. “There’s a couple of construction workers over there whose job is to do exactly that. Why don’t you ask them and find out?”, you suggested and Malleus nodded.

He followed your advice and found that this was the longest conversation he ever had with someone who wasn’t a student. He learnt that one of the workers was really proud that his son had been accepted into Royal Sword Academy recently and that another one was married to a baker who made the most delicious sweets in town. Malleus mused that he’d have to check these out sometimes. All this time, these people had been living so close to his school and he had never thought about the lives they led and what things they were passionate about and what they wished for. They had been caught up in his spell and he didn’t even waste a second thought on them when he had cast it. On how much they could have lost because of it. He had cast them aside when he should have kept them safe and supported them.

Malleus looked at you and all that you had contributed to in such a short time. And then he looked at himself in shame and realized that you had been much more of a leader than he could hope to be. He had taken the opportunity to get away from the castle and explore the world outside of Briar Valley but he had always wondered what there was left for him to learn at this school. He chuckled at his past naivety. This was what Lilia had been trying to teach him all along, wasn’t it? That the world was so much bigger and more complicated than he ever would have expected and that Malleus had so, so much left to learn. He was hardly ready to be a king.

All the work had left you exhausted and you were glad once the day was over, looking over the island from a balcony at the school. The sun was setting and tinted the horizon in hues of red and orange. You leaned over the balustrade and noticed how the mess of thorns and debris was already looking a lot better than the day before.

“You sure worked a lot, didn’t you?”, you heard a familiar voice behind you, “makes me wish I would have been able to contribute.” You turned around and your gaze met Lilias. You nodded. The two of you remained silent for a while, watching the sunset as it marked the end of your time together. “When are you leaving?”, you asked, knowing Malleus’ spell had already prolonged Lilias departure. “Tomorrow morning”, the older fae replied with a peaceful smile on his face, “you should come and see me off.” “I will”, you smiled back as a gust of wind blew past your face.

You thought about the coming farewell and how Malleus would likely be there. Tomorrow would be hard for him, you knew that much…

“You love him, don’t you?”, Lilia asked as if being able to read your thoughts.

You crossed your arms, visibly flustered. “I-”, you pouted, “don’t ask me that right now.”

Lilia chuckled. “He loves you too, you know?”, he didn’t miss the surprise on your face as well as the fleeting smile he got out of you by telling you this. You sighed and raised your eyebrows at the former warrior. “You weren’t supposed to tell me this, were you?”, you knew Lilia had a habit of spilling the beans on the people he raised, even when they were very much not up for that. “Nope, khee hee”, Lilia confirmed your suspicions and you buried your head in your hands.

“I know you’re still mad”, he sighed and his gaze met yours, “but I can assure you Malleus has learnt from this. I can’t stop you from leaving if that’s what you decide to do, but I’m asking you to consider if your anger is really stronger than the bond the two of you have.”

“I don’t know”, you replied. “That’s okay. Take your time and think about it. No need to rush”, he smiled and put his hands to his hips, “so where are you headed now?”

You thought about his question for a while. You had tried to grow and learn in order to make sure you could face the trials ahead if you were to confess to Malleus. You didn’t know at the time whether his grandmother or his people would even accept you or whether Malleus felt the same for you. But in your pursuit of security and growth you had found something even more valuable: a new sense of purpose. Regardless of whether you’d end up with or without Malleus by your side, the resolve and strength you had gained through the experiences you had with him were your own and they’d remain even if you were to part ways. You didn’t need to marry a prince and rule a country to put them to good use.

You gazed once more upon the island below the castle and the thorns that had been removed from the village squares. You pulled out your phone and noticed that the fundraiser had gone way beyond its original goal thanks to a donation by the Asim family. You smiled as you looked out towards the sunset.

“I’m going to continue to support others. To improve what is around me and step up to take responsibility. Share my knowledge with others as the centuries pass by. Innovate. Hear people’s stories and follow them on their journey for a while”, you closed your eyes as a sense of determination but also a feeling of peace rushed over you.

“I know where I’m headed. Whichever path I’m on."

You looked back at Lilia who gave you an appreciative nod and a pat on the back. He smiled and seemed satisfied with your answer. “Malleus has a lot to learn from you, if you let him.” The older fae had disappeared when you looked up again.

When you entered the mirror chamber on the next day, Sebek, Silver and Malleus were already assembled there to say goodbye to Lilia. He had brought along all of his luggage and Sebek and Silver were already crying.

“Now, now, don’t get all teary-eyed about me”, Lilia said with a smile as a tear of his own ran down his cheek. He walked over to Sebek and took the first-year’s hands into his own. “Sebek”, he began, “do me a favor and don’t stay holed up in that narrow worldview you’ve grown to have. Make some friends. Let people in. There is so much more for you to see and experience. You’ve grown into a wonderful guard for Malleus but I also want you to find your own path and something you want to dedicate your time to without being focused on another person. I’m proud of how far you’ve come and I’m certain you’ll only grow more from here on out. I wish that you find patience and open your mind to the world around you. It was a pleasure to work alongside you and watch you become stronger.”

Sebek nodded and started sobbing, frantically trying to wipe his tears with the sleeve of his jacket.

“Silver”, Lilia pulled his son into his arms and held him tightly one last time, remembering how he had picked him up when he was just a baby, “you’re the best son a father could ask for. I am so proud of you and you’ve grown into a wonderful young man. I’m glad to call you my son. Don’t look back too much and continue moving forward. There is a great future ahead of you. Don’t worry about your old man too much. I’ll always be there rooting for you, even when you can’t see me. Take care, Silver.”

Lilia waited patiently until Silver was ready to let go. He held onto his father, wishing he could prolong the inevitable but knowing, after all that had happened, that it was time to let go.

And so did Malleus.

When Lilia stepped over to him, he took both of your hands into his and looked into Malleus’ eyes. “Malleus”, Lilia sighed and shook his head, “you caused me a lot of grey hairs with your actions those past few days…but I trust that you’ve learned your lesson and know what you have to do from here on out. All the advice I could give you, I think you’ve learnt the hard way with recent developments. I only hope that you find a way to live your life that makes you happy and feel content.”

Lilia hugged Malleus and chuckled. “I still remember the time you had an eggshell on your face and couldn’t dress yourself like it was yesterday.” “Do we have to bring that up again?”, Malleus pouted but his expression softened when he heard you laugh beside him. Lilia looked at you. “Y/n, I know that you’re still angry and have a lot to sort out…but do you really think this grudge is something you’re going to hold for centuries?”, Lilia asked, “both of you will be faced with loss over and over again throughout your life. But the two of you will remain alive throughout the majority of it. You have each other. Don’t throw that away. Take care of each other and help each other grow. I know you care a lot…keep an eye on Malleus for me, alright?”

Lilia chuckled as you linked your hand with Malleus’ and squeezed it gently. “He’s a handful”, you sighed and Malleus let out a laugh, pulling you into a hug with a relieved expression. “Don’t test me, Malleus Draconia”, you hissed but wrapped your arms around him as well, resting your head on his shoulder. Once you parted, Lilia smiled at Malleus. “The last few days have been…a lot”, he chuckled and Malleus sighed, “but I’m proud of you too. And I’m sure that you’ll be a great king one day. You have a long way to go, but you’ll get there. I’m certain of it.”

Tears ran down Malleus’ cheek as he bid Lilia farewell…one of the few people he had known since he was born.

As soon as Lilia had left through the dark mirror, Malleus broke down. It was raining outside again and he was sobbing along with Silver and Sebek. You had pulled him into your arms and let your embrace comfort him; your anger forgotten in light of the loss Malleus just faced and the overwhelming sadness that resulted from it.

The days that followed were quiet, as if time had stopped. Malleus had needed some time to himself to grieve and you had given him the space he needed but offered your comfort when he wanted it as well. It took a while; the sun rose and set again over the horizon as the days went on, but you eventually heard a knock at your door. “Come in”, you called out and Malleus opened the door, walking into your room and closing the door behind him. He was quiet for a while, just sitting next to you and pondering what to say next.

“Do you forgive me?”, he finally asked.

You sighed and chuckled. “I can’t just reject an old man’s dying wish now, can I?”, you shook your head and took Malleus’ hand in yours, “besides…he was right. I’m not going to hold that grudge for centuries. So I might as well let you off the hook while you’re still within reach.”

Malleus’ expression turned to one of relief and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. Against all odds; against what he felt he deserved, you had given him another chance and chosen to stay. And he would make sure to not let it go to waste. He remembered how devastated and sad you had looked after his overblot. He never wanted to make you cry again.

You looked up into his eyes. “But no more using magic on people without asking them first…or trying to solve personal problems with magic. You have to promise me that”, you told him, “you get one chance. And if you mess up, promise me you’ll let me go and move forward, okay?” Malleus nodded and he rested his head on top of yours. “I won’t disappoint you”, he promised and squeezed your hand.

As all the boys who overblotted did, Malleus had started seeing a counselor to work through what had happened as well as through the loss of Lilia. You were still more distant than you used to be but with every passing day you warmed up to Malleus again. You could laugh again and join him for his club activities. You went to his favorite cafe with him after it had reopened; sharing a big cup of ice cream before heading to the beach to watch another sunset. One of many to come.

“How have you been holding up?”, he asked you with genuine concern in his voice as he sat down beside you in the sand. “I’ll pull through”, you sighed, “but sometimes I wonder if I’m still living in a dream and I’m going to wake up to the harsh reality any moment now…”

Malleus’ heart was aching, knowing he was the cause of those feelings. He had broken your trust and it would take a long time to fully restore it but he was ready, whatever it might take. Just no magic, he had promised you that.

“There’s a legend in Briar Valley”, he said with a smile while looking out into the sunset, “of a princess who was woken up from a sleeping curse by true love’s kiss. Lilia used to tell me about it all the time when I was a child. It was my favorite bedtime story. We even hold a festival based on it every year….I was never able to go thus far…but maybe we can go there together sometime…”

“If that’s your attempt at flirting, you have terrible timing, read the room Malleus”, you shook your head but he could tell from your smile that you weren’t serious, “so…are you going to kiss me or not?” Malleus chuckled and pulled you close, his lips finally meeting yours to promise you your happily ever after…as well as that was possible in such an imperfect world. But it was real and it meant so much, regardless of the trials and tribulations along the way. He understood now why a dream would have never made you as happy as he wanted to see you. He had to work for that and he swore to put in all the effort it would take for you to put the past behind you and be certain in the future you could have with him.

You kissed him back eagerly, pouring all your love but also the exhaustion the past days had left you with into the kiss. Tears ran down your cheek and you couldn’t even tell if they were yours or his. Malleus’ lips were soft and still tasted like the strawberry ice cream he had while at the cafe. He held you gently and kissed you over and over again, relieved that you were still here with him, even through all that had happened. He loved you so much and so unconditionally that he had no idea how he hadn’t realized it sooner.

You had to push him away gently with a chuckle, as Malleus had just been leaning in for another taste of your lips and he probably would have been content just doing that for another three hours. “I still need to breathe, you know?”, you laughed and watched the waves meet the shore. Malleus leaned his head against yours and held your hand in his. The overblot and its aftermath seemed like a terrible nightmare to you now and Malleus’ kiss had woken you up to the dawn of a new day.

“I remember how you told me that those who leave us are off to another path different from our own”, he reminisced, “if that’s true, what do you think Lilia is doing right now?”

You chuckled. “Probably cooking something horrible.”

Malleus laughed through his tears but you could still see the pain that was written on his face. “I miss him”, he said quietly and let you hold him, clinging onto you for comfort. “I know”, you whispered, “I do too.” Malleus nuzzled your cheek before pressing a kiss to it. He looked into your eyes with a loving expression, grateful for every minute he could spent within your presence.

“Thank you for choosing to stay with me”, he squeezed your hand and a smile made its way to his face. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was looking forward to the future. “I love you”, he told you and cupped your cheek with his hand, watching you lean into his touch and softly kiss the palm of his hand.

You brushed his bangs out of his face and pressed a kiss to the markings on his forehead, noticing how the action made him visibly flustered.

“I love you too, Malleus.”

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Nightmares (Larissa x Reader comfortfic)

What??? A comfort fluffy fic from the Angst Fairy themselves? Well, what can I say. I like to try things out. Also I love a challenge. Also, it felt right to write this fic today and so I did (who am I to argue with the Muses?). All of that aside, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Nightmares, Established Relationship, Second-Person POV, Teacher!Reader, Ungendered Reader, Lots of Cuddling. Wordcount: 1.719 words. AO3 link in title below!

This fic is dedicated to all the people who have offered me comfort. There's many out there, and you all know who you are and are all precious to me, but in particular I want to mention Cat and Cal @tenderheartgrumpymind, @scream-queenlover, @bigolgay, and @heidsworld. I am grateful for all of you.

Nightmares (Larissa/Reader)

You looked at her silhouette in the darkness. She was by your side, the faint light from the stars filtering through the window just to glide on her chiseled cheekbones, kissing her forehead, for once relaxed in the deep embrace of sleep, where no worries could reach her and no decisions had to be taken. Her breath came out in slow, rhythmic puffs, so soft that you could only hear them thanks to the total tranquility of the night around you. Usually that would be enough. You’d wake up in the night, and just fall asleep after a little while, allowing yourself in the meantime to bask in her beauty, in how lucky you were to see this side of Larissa Weems. The side that had shed her armor, the signs of her power. The side with her hair rolled up and held in place by a silken scarf. It had taken so long to get to this point. For your relationship to progress far enough for her to trust you with the whole of herself.

She had been cautious at the start. You could see she was holding back, giving you her whole attention but not her whole heart. You could understand why. The both of you were not at your first relationship, you both had been hurt, you both had been burned. You knew that sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement of something new, of a new special connection with someone, just to discover that that that person was not at all how you had imagined them to be, or maybe they were, but still for all the affection held for one another, you simply weren’t compatible.

And so people came and go, and you both had found yourself older, and less trusting towards potential partners. Always expecting something to go wrong, because it had always done so. You could see the same reticence in Larissa and – maybe paradoxically – you had been reassured by that.

And as time had proven, it had not been a flash in the pan. While the physical attraction was there and undeniable (how could it not? It was Larissa Weems you were talking about! The closest thing to a goddess that the earth was blessed with!), it was not and had never been just sex between you two, there had always been hope to see it become something else, something more – and the determination to try your best to make it so.

Date after date, evening in front of the fire after evening in front of the fire, you had slowly grown to know Larissa. She had opened up to you as you had to her – the good, the bad, the ugly. She had slowly let the “perfect principal” mask fall, and had shown you her flaws, she had candidly told you how she was aware of many of them, how she still was working on them, trying to get better at them.

“I had given up, you know?” she had confided in you once, as you were sipping wine staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace “I thought, well, I thought I was too old. What’s the point of trying to change after 40? I am already too set in my ways. Ha. Ironic, isn’t it? A shapeshifter who can’t change.” She had snorted at that. A loud, inelegant sound that was perfect precisely because it wasn’t perfect. It was real. “But then I saw you. You came to Nevermore and you took each day as a personal challenge. You brought so much good to the academy, to the students, to the staff itself! You fixed things that I hadn’t even realized were broken. And suddenly, I felt like I wanted to change as well. I still do. I want to be better. If Nevermore, that has been stagnant for centuries can be changed for the better, why can’t I?”

The question had hung in the air, and you had understood the unsaid things hidden between the lines. Somehow, in your self-appointed crusade to make the academy a better place, you had given her hope. Hope for herself. Hope she hadn’t allowed herself to have.

That night was the night you had realized how in love you were with Larissa Weems.

Maybe, it was the night she fell in love with you, too.

Even if you were both living on campus, it had taken two full years before you had decided to move in together. Well, it was more of you going to live in Larissa’s large, luxurious principal quarters. That had come well after you two had officially announced your relationship status, first to the board, then to the staff, and finally to both students and parents.

That had been petrifying. You had been afraid and so had Larissa, even if she showed it less than you, used as she was to have her mask always firmly in place. If it came down between choosing between your relationship and Nevermore, you both knew what her first choice would be. You had explicitly talked about it. You had pulled numbers. You had checked the rulebook. You had prepared as much as possible, hoping that it wouldn’t have to come to giving up your work to stay with her.

You would have done it.

You both knew it, as much as you knew that Larissa would never give up hers.

But luck had been on your side. You had only been showered with positivity and kindness and heartfelt well-wishes. There had been no difficulties, not mutterings, nothing. The only awkward moment had been when the Addams family had expressed their felicitations by sending about a dozen severed heads “To bring horrid prosperity to the new couple”. But even that had made a wry smile come to Larissa’s face, and she had just shaken her head and had the severed ones brought to the biology lab (“Well they’re here already, might as well use them for science”).

It felt like yesterday and yet it had been seven years ago. Your tenth-year anniversary was drawing closer and closer. By now you knew each other like the back of your hand. You knew what made each other tick, you knew what brought comfort. You enjoyed simply spending time together, each immersed in their own activity, and yet able to lift your eyes and bask in each other’s company.

Which brought you to your current predicament.

She knew you suffered from nightmares, and she had told you over and over again to wake her up if you ever needed comfort after one of them. You knew that. And you knew you wouldn’t mind if the positions were reversed. Sleep be damned, if Larissa needed you, you’d stay awake for days on end.

You stretched your hand over, letting it hover in the air above her shoulder. Was this okay? Were you really allowed to? No matter how many years passed, it felt like you were back to being Larissa’s employee, waiting outside of her study, hand just about to knock on her door, wondering if you weren’t just about to waste her precious time.

You could picture her, shaking her head at you, “Don’t be silly, darling! You never disturb me.” And smile at you that precious smile, the smile she reserved for you and you alone, the smile that made her eyes light up and dance. Even just imagining – remembering – that smile gave you strength. You brought you hand down softly on her shoulder, a gentle caress, a tender touch.

“Love?” You tried to keep the pleading out of your voice. She was immediately awake, used to being on call for any emergency in the school.

“What’s it, darling? Everything alright?” Her British accent was even thicker when her voice was still wrapped in sleep. It was adorable.

“Nightmare. Could…Could you hold me?” You hated how little your voice sounded. How it had broken halfway through. You hadn’t even realized how close to tears you had been before you had woken her up, but you could feel them filling your eyes now, making her lovely silhouette wobbly in the darkness.

“Oh darling, of course. Come here.” She turned towards you, opening her arms. You lost no time diving into them, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, the soft fabric of the scarf pleasant against your forehead. “Oh darling, that bad?” You nodded against her neck. You had put up a brave face, not even realizing yourself how much the images and the sensations from your dream had shaken you.

She hummed and you could feel the vibrations against your own body. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head. It was going away anyways, the dark, cold tendrils of it being chased away by the warmth of the embrace Larissa was wrapping you in.

“Very well. Then you can just relax. I am here. I have you. You are safe.” You could feel your legs entwining together, skin against skin. She had always been so warm. You nuzzled her neck further, breathing in her scent. Patchouli and black pepper and something else, something comforting and relaxing, something utterly and completely Larissa. You felt her wrap her hands around your back, pulling you tight against her soft body. You felt her lips press a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You were enveloped in a cocoon of comfort, with the world so far away, with all its burden of sadness and hatred and worries. There was nothing of that that could reach you here, in the safe nest of your lover’s arms.

One of her hands started moving up and down your back, rubbing it lightly, soothingly, hypnotically. You focused all of your attention on that, on that single, simple movement. You didn’t know how long you were there, soaking up her affection, her care, her love. Slowly, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, your breathing slowing down, until finally you fell asleep in Larissa’s arms.

You couldn’t see the small, tender smile that graced her face when she looked down at your sleeping form, nor the second, even more loving kiss she pressed on your hair.

“Sleep well, love.” She whispered in the darkness of night.

And you did.

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sh4wty18 · 2 months ago

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HELLO HELLO HELLOOOO *sparkly glitter fairy tinkerbell noises*

as promised i'm here to request sum for jakey wakey :3

recently i've been feeling ANGSTY so i want sum where jake and reader get in an argument and he refuses to go to sleep angry with her so they make up !!!!

anyway take ur time I LOV U and literally anytime if u just don't wanna write the request then delete it!!! write what u want to honey

- lisey 🐈

of course love! i hope you enjoy <3

i love you, i’m sorry.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: you and jake have a big miscommunication that ends in an argument, but jake refuses to go to bed angry.

cw: angst, fluff at the end, slightly suggestive, language, mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.5k + edited

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You hit the Do Not Disturb button on your settings and turn your phone over on your nightstand, rolling over in bed as you do. You know it’s not the best decision, but you do it anyway. Jake was right, you were being immature, but he was also being an asshole. You’d already tried to confront him once about the girl at the party, but he shut you down before you could even propose the question.

“Oh God, you’re really gonna bring this up? It was nothing, Y/n, Jesus.” He’d said that. It was disrespectful, and rude, and made you feel like your feelings weren’t respected or valued. So instead of trying to ask him nicely what had happened, you ignored him for the rest of the day and night, until he started texting you. He must’ve realized he’d screwed up and wanted to backtrack, but it was too late, you were already pissed. And when someone acted shitty to you, you were known to act shitty back. It wasn’t your best quality, but luckily, you weren’t one to argue or get into fights with your loved ones often. Which is what made this fight even harder. You’d never been in a fight with Jake before, and if this is what it felt like, you never wanted to be in one again. But you couldn’t help it, he was exhibiting some super weird behaviors, and the immediate denial and refusal to explain was getting under your skin.

You stare at your ceiling, thinking about everything and trying not to cry, when suddenly you hear a loud pounding at your front door–one that couldn’t be ignored. You picked up your phone and checked the time, 10:30pm. Not even forty minutes, and Jake had made it all the way across town. Even in your angry state, you were still kind of lovestruck.

You make your way downstairs and crack open the front door, to see a soaking wet Jake standing in the pouring rain outside. When did it start raining? You hadn’t even noticed.

“Y/n, please let me explain.”

“Jake,” you stare out the door at him, slightly in awe at just how hard it was raining, and how uncomfortable he must be. “I told you, I don’t want to see you right now.”

You go to close the door but Jake’s hand slams against it and pushes it open, though he doesn’t try to come inside. He just simply continues standing there, staring at you, eyes full of something you can’t quite make out.

“Please,” he whispers, his wet hands reaching out to pull your waist closer to him, and further into the rain, until you’re getting soaked, too. He leans in until your lips are practically touching, never breaking eye contact with you. “Please.”

You run your hands up his chest, and he sighs at your touch. “Fuck, Jake. I’m so mad at you right now,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says, just as softly, before closing the gap between your mouths.

Your hands fly up, tangling in his drenched black hair as he presses you up against the doorframe, his hands gliding down to squeeze your ass.

His tongue slips into your mouth and you can taste cigarettes and mint in his kiss. It wasn’t just any flavor, it was his. And you knew you couldn’t give it up, not now, not ever.

You pull back, and his fingers brush over your cheek, cradling your face. He looks at you with pure love.

“Jake…” you start.

“Please let me explain, baby. I’m sorry I was an asshole earlier, just please.” He kisses you again. “I’ll never stop asking.”

You think about it. On one hand, you were so incredibly angry at him. But on the other, you loved him more than anyone, and you were tired of being in this fight. Maybe it was time to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Okay,” you say.

You turn around and walk back inside, and he follows close behind, softly closing and locking the front door. “Let’s get changed first,” you say.

He keeps an extra pair of pajamas at your house, just in case, so you grab his pair, along with a fresh pair for yourself, and the two of you head into the bathroom. He strips and you hand him a fluffy towel, which he uses to dry off. You do the same, and turn around to get changed, but you can feel his eyes on your body, which makes you smirk. He acts as though he hasn’t seen you naked hundreds of times.

You walk into your bedroom and sit on the edge of your bed. He enters behind you and closes the door before starting to pace back and forth.

“Well, let’s hear it,” you say, arms crossed.

“At the party, looking back on it now, I can totally see why it looked like I was flirting with her, but I promise I wasn’t trying to.”

You roll your eyes, feeling your anger creep back up on you. “Your hands were on her waist, Jake. You were laughing with her while she blushed!”

He winces, “I know, angel–”

“Don’t. Don’t ‘angel’ me, right now.”

“Okay.” He looks down at his feet. “She came on to me, and I was so fucking drunk, and I know that’s not an excuse, but I was trying to be nice to her. Friendly. And in the moment I didn’t realize how bad it looked, but I swear to God, as soon as I knew you saw me, it was like a switch flipped. I let go of her and told her I had to go. And then I went to look for you but you’d already left without me. I was so worried. So today, I was a dick. And I’m sorry.”

“Seriously, Jake? You were trying to be ‘friendly’? With your hands on her? How drunk do you have to be to be touching other girls? You’re right, it’s not an excuse! You fucked up.” You turn away, trying to stop the tears from coming, but your eyes are already burning. “Shit.” You lay on your back and roll away from Jake, so he can’t see you cry.

“Baby, I’m so so sorry. I should’ve never touched her. There is no excuse. And the way I acted today was unacceptable. You were right, I was being a bad boyfriend, and I’m not proud of it. What can I do to prove to you that you’re the only girl for me? That I’d do anything for you?” He climbs into bed next to you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, before placing a gentle kiss there. You turn over and look at him as tears line your eyelids. He wipes your damp cheeks with his sleeve, and places kisses below either eye. “I’m so sorry.”

He rolls over on top of you and kisses the tip of your nose before leaning in to kiss your lips, “You are the love of my life. You always have been. I’m yours.” He kisses you again, “I promise, I’m yours.” He moves down slowly and kisses your chest, “Since the first time I laid eyes on you, I’ve been yours. Every part of me is yours.” He moves one hand down to knead your thigh, his weight resting on his other hand as he gently sucks your neck. You can’t help but let out a soft moan when he reaches a particular sensitive spot. “No one else gets to know me like this, no one else gets to feel my hands–my mouth like this. Only you,” he whispers against your ear. He moves his hand up your thigh and under your tank top to squeeze your boob, and you sigh. “I was made for you, baby. Only for you. I promise. I love you more than anyone.”

“You promise?” you ask again, even though you’re fully convinced. You just want to hear him say it again.

He smiles down at you, and you smile back up at him. “I promise.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, so your foreheads are touching. “I love you, Jay. I’m sorry I was being immature over text earlier. I was just super pissed. I know it wasn’t right.”

“Don’t apologize, princess. You were rightfully pissed. I knew that, but part of me still wanted to have something to blame you for. I don’t know why. But I also knew I didn’t want to go to bed angry with each other. I wanted to go to bed with you knowing how much you mean to me. That I’d be nothing without you. I’ll never drink again if it means I’ll regain your trust.”

You giggle, “You don’t have to do that, baby. I believe you. Just don’t do it again. And next time we get into an argument, no matter how small, let’s promise to communicate with each other right away, instead of ghosting for hours. Okay?”

“Okay.” He smiles and you lean up to kiss him. Only this time, you don’t pull away.

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i hope you all enjoyed, let me know what you think! <3 divider from @plutism , all pics from pinterest :)

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darkst4lker · 2 months ago

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(𖤐) REQUESTS / open

— I WRITE: romance, smut, fluff, angst, things that involve death, murder or blood and violence, supernatural creatures (fairies, vampires, etc) and you can suggest things that aren't on this list.

— I DON'T WRITE: anything that transgress basic criteria to a legal extent (rape/pedophilia/zoophilia) nor anything eschatologic don't waste your time leaving those requests because i will delete them. i also don't write anything that involves dom!reader regarding smut.

— list of characters and series (you can suggest more):

⌗ LOTR/THE HOBBIT: thranduil, legolas, bilbo, arwen, galadriel, aragorn, boromir.

⌗ HARRY POTTER: harry potter, hermione granger, draco malfoy, sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, lily evans, luna lovegood, regulus black, bellatrix lestrange, narcissa malfoy, lucius malfoy, severus snape, poly!marauders x reader, poly!marauders + lily x reader, drarry x reader, wolfstar x reader, slytherin!harry.

⌗ FOUNDATION: cleon, literally any cleon.

⌗ BALDURS GATE 3: astarion ancunin.

⌗ IWTV: lestat de lioncourt (2022 & 1994), louis de point du lac (1994, bc this version is bi), daniel molloy (2022).

⌗ THE WALKING DEAD: rick grimes, daryl dixon, lowkey shane walsh (and probably negan when i get to s6-s7), maggie rhee, michonne.

⌗ STAR WARS: anakin skywalker, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, han solo.

⌗ MARVEL: loki laufeyson, tony stark, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, dr strange, deadpool, charles xavier, pietro maximoff, valkyrie (brunnhilde), peter parker (andrew garfield).

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mamiobesssionfics · 2 months ago

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Hello Everyone!

I created this blog specifically to write more Rhea fics.

I will be posting Rhea x Female Reader pieces, if this is not your thing, then unfortunately, this blog is not for you.

Please read this before you make a request. This is basically my ‘terms and services’ that you accept when making a request.

I Write:

“x reader” (And I don’t plan on changing that.)

I try and write for EVERYONE, which means I try not to specify details about the reader so everyone can imagine themselves in the plot

You can still request specific things about the reader (hair colour, nationality, etc.)

I write for a female reader, since I’m a female myself, it’s easier for me

Fluff, Angst, Smut everything your heart desires

Headcanons, Reactions, Imagines, Preferences, Moodboards

AU’s:

Mythological or supernatural/fantasy creatures

Vampire

Werewolf

Witch

Zombie

Fairy

Different historical areas

Horror

Mobster/Gangster

(Or more, for now, this is all I could think about)

I Do Not Write:

Anything offensive or hurtful

About rape or sexual abuse

No BDSM

Please always be clear about the scenario when making the request. If you want to leave some details up to me, that’s also fine.

Please be prepared to wait. I do this in my free time, so requests might take a while to be posted.

PS: Please keep that in mind that I may not write your idea even if it fits the above criteria. It’s nothing against you. Thank you for understanding.

If this caught your attention feel free to drop a request in my inbox!

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pastelpeterparkerr · 7 months ago

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Selkie!Elliott HCs

No one asked, but yet y'all shall receive, woot, let's get it, this is my first in-depth one of these so plz be nice lol. There are multiple versions of this that I've thought about so there are a few ways this could go down. Not proofread or anything so yeah

angst, selkie!elliott x farmer, farmer with magical knowledge, fem farmer, maybe some fluff but idk, new relationship, friends to lovers

VERSION 1

So the farmer and Elliott's friendship progresses as normal until

They're at the Saloon one night

Willy is telling fishing stories and talking about things he's seen around the beach recently

"Aye, and then there was a seal, which was odd since they don't swim here until winter!"

But it's early summer

The farmer handwaves this until she notices Elliott get anxious

Elliott is defensive and chugs his drink, leaving soon after

Worried, the farmer follows him out of the Saloon

He doesn't open up to her about being a selkie, but how could he?

She's the farmer, she's been one of the friendliest people he's met in Pelican Town and definitely one of his closest friends

(Also he's like... super into her)

What if she thinks he's weird, at best, or a monster, at worst?

Elliott's rationale for not telling anyone is that being a selkie isn't really who he is

Like, that's just not how he defines himself. He is a writer, a pianist, and maybe even a half-decent ballroom dancer. But a selkie is just what he is.

Also he's not confident that other humans would still associate with him if they knew his secret.

But the farmer runs up to him and asks what's wrong

"Nothing to worry about, just tired from writing all day"

She can tell he's lying. He brushes his hair behind his ear more often when he's upset, but she takes him at his word

A few nights later, the farmer is reading about magic on the beach from some books the Wizard lets her borrow. It's crazy late out too, maybe around 3 AM

She just likes it because it's quiet

She hears Elliott's cabin door open and he sneaks onto the beach with a fluffy coat before freezing upon seeing her

"I-I was just... " Elliott looks at the sealskin coat in his hand and back to her, sighing. Lying is futile and it's clear he was caught.

The farmer giggles, closing her book. "I won't tell if you won't tell... "

Elliott blushes, whispering to her. "But you don't think I'm... a monster? Or at least... bizarre?"

The farmer laughs. "Of course, you're bizarre! That's why I like hanging out with you!"

After this, Elliott opens up to the farmer.

There are tears involved too, duh

Overall, they're way closer because of this

Working towards a romance if you catch my drift

This is the less dramatic version, obviously

VERSION 2

This is the dramatic version, sorry not sorry

So Elliott and the farmer's relationship progresses normally with LOTS of flirting on the farmer's part

Side note that the farmer still doesn't know Elliott is a selkie in this version

Elliott feels awkward flirting IRL so he holds back quite a bit, although he still really likes the farmer

Somehow, the farmer flirts her way into a date with him and they decide on a brunch picnic on the beach. At 9:30 AM, the farmer is to meet Elliott at his cabin and they'll have a picnic

HOWEVER Elliott feels the urge to change into his seal form the night before

When that happens, he's like... a literal seal so he loses track of time easily

So he doesn't answer the door, and she's pissed, rightfully so

She doesn't know he's in the ocean doing selkie things

He changes back a few hours after the date and realizes what time it is

Poor guy FREAKS OUT, he feels terrible

Because he really likes the farmer, you know?

He ends up rushing over to the farm with a bouquet of fairy roses, the farmer's favorite

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, [Farmer]! I have no excuse! I didn't mean to stand you up. In fact, I meant quite the opposite!"

The farmer glares at him, quite hurt. "So where were you anyways?"

Elliott is tired of keeping secrets, especially from her

So he tells her he's a selkie

At first, the farmer doesn't believe him, but that night, he shows her

The way the farmer's jaw drops

She has SO MANY questions

After answering all of them, Elliott sighs, "So I suppose you're not interested anymore, especially since I stood you up this morning"

Poor guy has so much self-doubt :(

The farmer smiles, clearly teasing him, "I suppose I'll be able to overlook this morning's blunder if you plan another date..."

Elliott beams and hugs her

He takes a risk and kisses her on the cheek too. If he already put all his cards on the table, he might as well go all in.

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keresnotceres · 1 year ago

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ker’s masterlist:

A list of my works for your convenience. Anything listed that is not underlined is unposted but is in the works! This is a working post, so it will update. As a result, more fandoms may be added.

This account is a side blog! If you get a reblog/like/follow from miloticaquarium i promise it’s me!! just like,, a less cool version of me lol

I also take requests :) Rules + Information under my works!

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)

headcanons:

TF 141: General HCs [sfw]

TF 141: NSFW HCs [nsfw]

TF 141: Civilian Lover [sfw]

TF 141: Realizing They Love You [sfw]

TF 141: “I Love You” [sfw]

MW2 Characters: as Lovers [sfw]

MW2 Characters: as Lovers (Angst) [sfw]

Valeria & Alejandro: 3some HCs [nsfw] (afab reader)

Ghost, Soap, & Gaz: Tattoo Artist Lover [sfw]

MW2 Characters: High School AU [sfw]

tbc…

oneshots:

ANGST:

You, With the Watercolor Eyes (Ghost x GN!Reader)

While on deployment, Ghost has nightmares in which you, his lover, fall out of love with him. The emotional turmoil from this causes him to fall into old, self-destructive habits. [sfw]

tbc…

FLUFF:

tbc…

SMUT:

Good, Good, Great (Ghost x Fem!Reader)

The two of you are roommates. You’re a bottle girl for the local strip club Myth, Ghost had been coerced into discussing information at the strip club. You’re miraculously on shift, and you’re flirting your way into a damn good tip. Just so happens that Ghost doesn’t like to share (even if you aren’t really his). [nsfw]

Say You're Mine (Ghost x Fem! Reader Good, Good, Great pt 2)

A few months later, Ghost takes his leave without telling you. He shows up to Myth unexpectedly on a busy Friday night while you have a plethora of tables to attend. Ghost doesn't seem to enjoy how you're serving a bachelor party, and he chooses to do something about it when the two of you get back to your shared flat. [nsfw]

tbc…

STAR WARS (THE MANDOLORIAN)

headcanons:

tbc…

FAIRY TAIL

headcanons:

Team Natsu: General HCs [sfw]

Sabertooth: General HCs [sfw]

tbc…

I usually stick to headcanons, but I sometimes stray to a one shot occasionally, requests are open for both! Please read the information below carefully before you request :)

I WILL WRITE: (I will gladly take requests for these)!

FEM and GN readers: As a cis girl, I am not particularly comfortable writing a male reader. Keep this in mind when requesting, please. If you don’t want a feminine reader, please let me know to write with a GN reader in mind and I’ll happily do so!

Fem and Masc characters: I will write for both! I like both so why wouldn’t I write for both?

Angst: My FAVORITE thing to write!! Please send me sad things to write about and I will literally speed right through it like a child mowing through a bag of apple slices.

Fluff: Sometimes consuming copious amounts tooth-rotting fluff to cope with the depressing content you just consumed is just what you need!

Smut: I can and will do it because I am nothing more than a simp; but you better look at the thin ice and will not write sections before you even think of asking me. Generic kinks and light BDSM are okay, see other categories for constraints.

Mental Health Struggles: Reader or character! Can include mental illnesses, coping mechanisms, and things like self harm or eating disorders. Not technically mental health related, but insecurities and family issues are also welcome.

THIN ICE: (I could write it, but it icks me).

Pregnancy and/or Breeding Kink, Somnophilia, CNC, and Cheating.

Throwing up/Vomit: I am extremely emetophobic. The only way I'll accept anything with something like this is: a) it's previous to what I am writing and/or b) it relates to an ED.

Slowburn: Not really my thing. Like, I could try, but it won’t really end up being a slow burn. Maybe like a going-the-speed-limit burn.

I WILL NOT WRITE: (If you ask me for any of these, you’re getting blocked!).

MALE reader: I’m sorry but as a person who is not and will not ever be a man I just don’t feel comfortable writing in the perspective of one.

Certain kink/fetishes (DDLG, ageplay, scat, uro, & other such bodily functions, feet), Incest, Pedophilia/Underage, Rape, Sexual assault, and Yandere/Stalker behavior.

KER is the singular form of KERES, a female spirit of death from Ancient Greek mythos. CERES is a dwarf planet named after the Roman goddess of agriculture, fertility, and motherly relationships.

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hwashotcheeto · 10 months ago

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𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆

Park Seonghwa X amab!reader

Summary: You realize that your dreams of naturally having a child with your love aren't going to work out as you hoped

WC: 1k

CW: Lil bit of smut in the beginning, (unprotected anal sex, handjob, orgasm for both, that's about it) angst, hurt comfort, crying, fluff, pet names (babyboy, love, sweetheart, prince), talks of conception, babies, adoption, surrogacy

AN: This is based off of this post by @the-quiet-nerd-guy, who gave me permission to write this, so thank you. 💜

As always, thank you also to @malldreamprincess for the moodboard, I love you, angel. 💜

If you're a person who doesn't like the idea of having children, then this isn't for you. But this made me emotional writing it, because it hits pretty close to home, as I'm an afab person in a relationship with another afab person, and we both want to have children.

Okay that's enough sharing, let's get to the fic.

“Seonghwa!” You cried out as he pounded into you, bent over, your face in the pillows and your hands gripping the bed. Seonghwa had one hand on your hip and the other on the mattress to hold himself above you, with his lips right by your ear.

“I got you, prince,” he breathed, his voice strained. “It's okay, you can come for me.” His voice began to taper off and get caught up in breathless whimpers and whines. He was almost there too.

Your thighs quivered as you felt your climax right on the edge. Oh, you were right there, you could feel the sweet release. You just needed a little more, something to push you over-

Seonghwa let go of your hip and reached down to stroke you, and before he could even say it, you came all over his hand with a shriek of his name.

“Oh fuck, yes babyboy.” Seonghwa's voice was high, verging on whimpering. “I'm right there, just a little more-” He still stroked you, his body going on autopilot, just chasing that release he craved.

Until he finally did, hugging you tight with one arm as he pumped you full.

“Shit, sweetheart. Oh, that's my good boy. Such a good boy for me.”

The praise makes you smile as you're limp on the bed, getting your breath back. Your eyes are closed from the exhaustion of the intense session, and you almost feel like you could pass out right now.

“Hey, don't sleep on me yet,” Seonghwa softly called, rubbing your back. You whined in protest, to which he couldn't help but smile. “I won't keep you up long, don't worry.”

Seonghwa slowly pulled out of you, making you both grunt softly. Your body fully relaxed into the bed, sleep slowly creeping up your spine and into your head, forcing your eyes closed.

Quickly, before he lost you, Seonghwa grabbed a towel to clean you both up. You whined in protest when he rolled you onto your back to run the towel over your body.

You knew your boyfriend frantically cleaned everything every chance he got. Spotless, perfect, not a speck of dust on anything on Seonghwa's watch. You, however, we're exhausted, and couldn't wait to cuddle up in his arms to sleep.

Eventually, he did get back into bed, after forcing you to at least put on a pair of boxers. Seonghwa did the same, then cuddled you, holding you against his chest.

And you were happy. You were home. Just like this. Everything was perfect. This life you had with Seonghwa was a dream. A gorgeous, loving, and attentive boyfriend who loved you as much as you loved him.

You had a house together, careers you both were happy with, and you both were thinking about getting engaged and married.

A perfect fairy tale life. The one you both had always dreamed of.

But there was one thing missing.

“You know, Hwa,” you said softly, opening your eyes. He let out a soft “hmm?” as he was slowly rubbing your back. “I wish we could have kids.”

“We can,” Seonghwa mumbled back, sleep finally grabbing onto him too. “We could get a surrogate, or adopt. There's tons of children that need families-”

“I know,” you interrupted. “I just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to continue. You had the idea in your head, you just didn't know how to make it come out.

But Seonghwa understood. “You want them to be ours.”

You nodded. You'd fantasized about having children since you yourself were a child. Of seeing someone you love have your child, a beautiful little angel you and your love could call your own.

And you'd planned for that. Until you fell in love with Seonghwa.

And now you could never have your own child. A surrogate was the closest you could get, but it wouldn't be the same.

Of course, any child you adopted or had through surrogacy would be loved dearly. You'd love them like you would a child made by you and Seonghwa.

But there'll always be that little voice that would tell you they're not really yours. They're not really your child.

And that makes you burst into tears and hide in Seonghwa's chest.

You didn't want that to be what you thought of when you looked at your child. You would love any child you had, no matter what. But knowing they'd be a part of you that constantly brought up the fact that they weren't truly you, they'd never be from you, broke your heart.

Seonghwa held you tight, not knowing what was in your head, but feeling your similar pain. He, too, had thought about having his own children. But his life set him on a different path than he'd planned.

“I'm glad we can still have children,” you sobbed, “I just wish we could have them ourselves.”

“I know, love.” Seonghwa was still rubbing your back, doing his best to soothe you. “I know. I wish we could too.”

You hugged him tighter as another sob bubbled up out of your throat. “Maybe in another life we can,” you whimpered. “I just have to make peace with the fact I won't experience it in this life.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Seonghwa started, but another wave of tears cascaded down your face, and you were overcome with sobs.

You cried until there were no tears left. Until you'd gone silent. Seonghwa still watched over you as all your thoughts tumbled around in your head, as if he could see them. As if they were like Saturn's rings, orbiting around you.

The crying exhausted you further, and you let your eyes fall closed again. Seonghwa shifted so you both were more comfortable, still holding you protectively.

“Seonghwa?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we're lovers in every life?”

Seonghwa didn't respond right away. Of course, his first answer was “I want us to be,” but he wondered if that meant you'd both be men in every life.

Do souls carry a specific gender? Do they always choose the same body type? Probably not.

If that was the case, then maybe there was a life, past or future, where you two could naturally have a child together. There had to be, right?

So what he finally said was:

“Sweetheart, I hope we're together until time itself stops.”

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

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usmsgutterson · 2 years ago

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paper rings- weddings!! give me a character. a rough word count (10k is the most I’m willing to write, but if you want the fic to be a longer one, specifics are heavily recommended) and where you would want to get married if you were to get married! You can also tell me if you want it to be next level angst or to have the fluff scale turned up to eleven. Provide whatever specifics you want, and along with the fic, you’ll get a moodboard! You can mention if you want the moodboard to replace whatever gif I use as a fic header, but if you want it at the bottom of the fic and for me to include the gif anyway, just let me know!

okayyyy nikolai lantsov andd 1-2k? i've always dreamed of having a forest fairytale type wedding. like the fairy lights, and the green and borwn color schemes. and very intimate, only closeee friends and family (which is still a lot of family on my side but shhhh) fluff scale turned up to 11 plsss! the moodboard, i'm fine either way whatever is easiest<3

Our Forever/Our Eternity- Nikolai Lantsov x fem! reader

Okay, hi! I am so sorry that this coming out so late--I’d started second semester when I went to look at my inbox and having to do assignments on the daily is taking me closer and closer to academic burn out one step at a time. This is coming out on valentines though, so yay! I hope you like this one. The moodboard also came out in the form of a collage, which again, I hope is cool! I made it while tired out of my mind last night and a collage is what my tiredbrain was able to manage at that point lol.

fic type- fluff.

Warnings- mentions of the consumption of alcohol (wine and champagne, and vodka/kvas)

You and Nikolai had been dating since you were sixteen, having met by pure happenstance whilst you both worked in the First Army. You were at his side as his partner when he’d met Alina, fought with him as his partner and his confidante in the Ravkan Civil war.

When he’d proposed at the age of twenty-three, just at the beginning of his kingship, you were overjoyed, and so, it seemed, was he.

The next year and a half were spent with wedding preparations at the forefront of nearly everyones focuses, though especially Genyas, yours, and Nikolais.

A fairytale esque wedding was the theme you’d agreed upon, and it was just to your luck that a decent clearing with a couple of large trees was amongst the Little Palaces acreage.

Genya had said that it was to be the perfect spot for a wedding, and a year and a half later, as you listened to Alina and Zoyas conversation and Genya tailored a bit of powder onto your eyes to give them a pop of color, you had to agree.

You’d decorated it with a few good tables, chairs painted a deep brown the color of wood, the tablecloths a darker version of leafy green. The centerpieces had been your favorite flowers, encased in small glass display containers that would’ve been used for something like a cupcake display in a bakery, and the tree under which you were going to get married had been laid with lights, making it look like the branches were dripping in stars.

You’d done your wedding a bit differently to the societal expectations placed onto Nikolais shoulders. It wasn’t public, it wasn’t to occur in the Little Palace and there were no journalists, no reporters or anyone who’s only purpose of attending would be to get the scoop on the happenings of that day.

You’d only invited the people who’d mattered to you both, those whom you considered family. Tolya, Mal and David were Nikolais groomsmen. Genya, Tamar, Nadia, Alina and Zoya were your bridesmaids.

Alina and Mal had come along, though Alina had been wearing a wig so that nobody looked at her and immediately knew that she’d been the sun saint, the one who’d been martyred three years before.

Alina laughed as a breeze picked up and ruined some of the work that Genya had done with your hair, meeting your gaze with a grin.

“Early summer is a wonderful time of year, isn’t it?” You asked, laugh befalling your lips as Genya gave an exasperated sigh. “There’s a breeze, yeah, but at least it’s warm.”

“Nikolai is just going to faint when he sees you,” Nadia said with a grin. “Oh, the king will faint indeed.”

“Tolya will have to catch him,” Tamar agreed, laugh coming up as she took a sip of her champagne. “It’ll be quite the glorious thing, and no reporters here to tell the tale means that our beloved king and his precious ego will be saved from embarrassment.”

“He’ll do more than faint,” Zoya said. “He’s never cried a day in his life, I’m sure, but he will. He’ll be crying tears of joy. Men are astonished by beauty, and you look ravishing, so it’s practically par for the course.”

You took a sip of your champagne as Genya announced that she was done with your hair, peeking out from behind the tree that you’d stood behind, one far enough away from guests and Nikolai to avoid being heard or seen.

“The king has descended down the aisle,” she said. “Oh, he is going to lose it. I’m so excited!”

You finished off your champagne as Genya and David walked down the aisle, followed by Zoya with Tolya, Alina and Mal, Tamar and Nadia together.

You watched, head ducked out from the spot where you stood, as David whispered something to Nikolai and his eyes promptly closed, anticipatory grin spreading across his face. You scoffed, grin coming to yours as well.

Of course David had listened to Genyas suggestion that he ask Nikolai to close his eyes so as to not see you until you’d walked down the aisle. Photographers were around, and she probably thought it would make for an interesting set of photos. David, as her husband, would’ve agreed, as would you have, as you knew she was probably right.

Your father walked you down the aisle, and when you reached out, resting either of your arms on Nikolais shoulders and allowing your hands to entwine themselves behind his neck, his eyes opened.

He looked shocked in one moment, mesmerized in the next.

“You look--” Nikolai began, cutting himself off. He laughed after a moment. “It seems I am unable to find the words. You look indescribably beautiful.”

You grinned. “You clean up nicely, Mr. Lantsov.”

“The same can be said of you, soon to be Mrs.”

You grinned, rolled your eyes, as the officiant began.

“We are gathered here today for the union of his majesty the king, Nikolai Lantsov, and her majesty the Queen, Y/N L/N,” you’d gotten that part sorted in the weeks prior. You’d been declared queen before the wedding at a small coronation that the public was only made aware of in the days after it’d occurred, so as to pretty much just get the process out of the way.

“It is my belief that the couple has written their own vows?” You both glanced at the officiant, giving him a slight nod. “Well then, King Nikolai, I’ll allow you to read yours first.”

Nikolai shot you a smirk, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him lovingly. He’d always been the flirtatious type, and you considered it luck that those flirts had always seemed to be tossed in your direction.

Nikolai wasn’t just a flirt, though. He was a caring, compassionate, smart and wonderful guy. He was someone you’d met while serving your time in the First Army, someone who you’d seen act in the bravest manner and only in the interest of saving the lives of those around him. He’d managed to sweep you off your feet somewhere in all of the noise, and when he became Sturmhond, you joined him once you’d convinced your commander to release you on honorable discharge so that you could.

As you stood in front of him, arms around his shoulders, you found that you didn’t regret it. Not a minute.

“I have loved you since we worked in the infantry department together,” Nikolai said. “I fell in love with you whilst we were in the ranks of the First Army, and, eight years after I joined up, I can say that I have not felt regret over it for a moment. I love you more than words can express, really, and I’m looking forward to proving it to you with my actions. I cannot wait to get to wake up next to you everyday for the rest of my life.”

He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, and you realized that Zoya may have been right. Nikolai may actually have started crying, or have gotten closer to it.

“Forever has always felt like such a long time,” Nikolai continued. “It still does, usually, but it’s time that I get to spend with you at my side, so I can’t wait for our forever to start.”

The officiant grinned. “Y/N, you may read your vows in response.”

“I love you,” you began. “I used to think that I would never get so lucky as I have. I was sent into the First Army, and as most do, I figured I was doomed. I’m delighted that I wasn’t, and though the First Army, the mandatory service, is not something that I look back on fondly, I’m glad I met you from it. I’m glad that I’ve spent almost a decade at your side, and I’m looking forward to all the decades to come.”

“I’m looking forward to coffee on Sundays, to watching the sun go down and drinking kvas as we talk about how lucky we both feel, and I am really excited that I get to be married to you for our eternity. I have loved you as long as I have known you, and I am looking forward to getting to spend the rest of my days loving you even still.”

The rings were brought out, and you noticed a tear slip down Nikolais cheek as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You slipped his ring onto his, wiped the tear away and gave him a grin as you registered that you were close to crying as well.

It was your wedding, though. One of the happiest days of your life. People would forgive you if you cried a bit.

“Nikolai Lantsov, do you promise to love Y/N L/N for the rest of your days, in sickness and in health, in rich and in poor?”

“I do,” Nikolai looked at you, and you looked at him, and all that either of you noticed in that moment was the sheer love in the other persons gaze.

“Y/N L/N, do you promise to love Nikolai Lantsov for the rest of your days, in sickness and in health, in rich and in poor?”

“I do.”

“Well then, the bride and groom may kiss to seal this union,” the officiant said.

And so, you did, a tear slipping down your cheek as Nikolais lips were on yours and you were officially his wife, he was officially your husband. You were so happy, it was more than words could ever accurately describe.

Nikolai pulled away, grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, and just like that, the party had started, the violins picking up with an old Ravkan dancing tune.

You spent the night dancing, laughing, drinking and enjoying the night for all that it was. You were married to the love of your life, and you were sure you would be so happy as you’d been that day for the rest of the days in which you graced the earth.

When all the guests had left, most of them retiring into their rooms after midnight, when all of the celebrations had been had, the good wine and kvas drank, the dancing done, you were still out there.

It was a group of people, actually. It’d been you, Nikolai, Genya, David, Tolya, Tamar, Nadia, Zoya, Alina and Mal. The violinist was still playing because they’d not yet retired to their own room. They were playing a slow song, and like it was habitual, you all paired off and danced.

Nikolai held you close, arms around your waist where yours were resting on either of his shoulders. You were dancing under the tree where you’d gotten married, and the lights were still on. As you registered the flit of a camera, knowing that the photographers had long gone home, you scoffed.

“Need something for the photo album, Tolya?”

“A few somethings,” he said. “These’ll look good framed, and Zoya most certainly agrees with me.”

“She does,” Zoya piped up. “As does Genya, who anticipated this happening and thought that the disposable was a good idea. You’re welcome, lovebirds.”

You and Nikolai laughed. “Thank you, guys.”

“We’re glad that you finally tied the knot, Nik,” Tamar said. “Seriously. Tolya and Nadia were beginning to debate placing bets.”

“Who would’ve won?”

“Me,” Tolya said. “A good man does not wait for the perfect time, in accordance to my sonnets. He either creates it or finds it in a day that is seemingly mundane.”

You scoffed. “It was not mundane, Yul-Bataar. He proposed to me when the sun was setting. We were by the lakes.”

“Mundane enough,” Nikolai said. “And perfect enough, after having tried to find the right time for three years.”

“You took my point, you took my compliment, and you unraveled it,” Tolya said, scoffing. “You’re a drunken buffoon.”

“I’m not drunk,” Nikolai said. “I’ve been too busy dancing with my wife to bother with it.”

“Ah, so you’re just a buffoon, then?” Genya asked. “Makes sense.”

Nikolai scoffed, meeting your gaze. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you said. “It’s getting late, and cold. Let’s head back inside.”

“Early start tomorrow,” David said.

“I will have Tamar cut my tongue out with one of her beloved axes before I rise at any time within the three hours after sunrise tomorrow morning,” Nikolai said as the group began the walk back. You heard the violin music stop, the violinist packing up as you left.

You grinned as you took Nikolais hand and interlaced your fingers.

You’d married the love of your life. You were so happy in what was just the start of your forever with him, and he was so happy in the start of his eternity with you.

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godstrayed · 1 year ago

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before you interact please read the post! / mutuals only.

hello! it’s that time again i try to sell myself as a potential writing partner. i have written these in the past and been successful in occasionally finding roleplay partners who are interested in the same sorts of things as me. so i am looking for people who want to world build with me. i really like discussing plots, headcanons, and anything that can make me understand your muse better! i love sharing memes, drabbles, not roleplaying linearly and tossing around multiple threads! i don't need many people to write with but i really prefer to have a handful of people who i know well, am invested in their muses/feel super comfortable with my knowledge of their muses & pingpong my annoying ideas at them easily.

i tend to write lengthier things but i am okay with any length as long as it’s not one-liners! i also have zero interest in writing with someone who i will only have one thread with and never speak to again. 💀 i just rather focus on threads that will grow outside of just one single reaction! i like to think i am pretty easy to toss shit around with but i am a little shy so sometimes it takes a while for the ball to start rolling but once it is i am full-sending that shit.

so if you’re interested please GIVE THIS A LIKE and I WILL APPROACH YOU after i check out your muses/rules, if i haven't gotten around to it already! i am 100% gonna write the starter for whatever we come up with! i just ask if i take the time to write the starter that you reply to it at least once. failure to do so will result in me soft blocking since it happens so often and is super discouraging (and a waste of my time tbh). that might seem harsh but we could always write together when you do have the time or availability to reply.

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME: can call me nic! 29. cst. they/them. selective. slow replies due to work and other responsibilities. willing to make new muses for people if i really like an idea/plot! emphasis on slow activity! please keep in mind that i take a whole lot of time sometimes.

THINGS I REALLY LIKE: pacific rim, the 100, the walking dead, baldur's gate 3, queens gambit, any apocalyptic setting, harry potter series, alice in borderlands, video games, league of legends, any mcu movie, x-men series, fantasy shows/games, fairies, hunger game series, graceling & demon slayer.

TYPES OF AUS: any type of apocalypse setting, fantasy, crime aus, soulmates au, period/era verses, dystopian, slice of life, mythological, anything with werewolves, royal aus, vigilantes, & mutant aus.

VIBES: angst (tbh most of my blog is angst), fluff, horror, cliches, tropes welcome, & the occasional smut when it fits the mood.

CHARACTERIZATION: i exist in extremities. i like writing really bad villains with zero remorse or softer characters with a more righteous morality. i enjoy writing against almost everything. i am open to exploring most things and you can find out more extensively my habits through my rules.

open to any type of relationship: family/friendship/romantic/enemies. doesn’t have to be romantic. however, if it is – i always write with anyone so gender/fc/etc doesn’t every bother me. write who you want to!

be prepared to: communicate, toss around ideas, explore plots & dynamics, share your interests with me as well, & be adored / have your muse(s) adored by me & mine.

links: muses & laws. memes. verses. wanted plots.

#&. ooc.#&. starter call.#( listen i will really be sadge if you all like it and dont reply to my starters )#( i swear it happens 80% of the time )#( but I AM WILLING TO KEEP TRYING )#( this aint so much a starter call as it is a rp buddy call )#( do not reblog. )

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aylacavebear · 8 months ago

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 27

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1795

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst, Fluff.

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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As you ate the wonderful lunch that Dean had cooked for you, your mind wandered. It was an odd sensation when you had touched his hand earlier in the kitchen, and you hadn’t wanted to let go of his hand to eat the meal.

Deep down, you had always wanted to be close to someone. Feeling the emotions that you knew were clearly not yours was also new, at least on this level. You’d always been empathic with people, but this was so much deeper.

You glanced at him as he watched you. What you saw in his eyes was adoration, curiosity, and what you could only describe as love. It even made you smile a little, and you barely noticed that Sam had brought him a plate of food. Hell, he had barely noticed, and you almost chuckled at that.

What would it mean when my powers awaken? Was that supposed to happen instantly? Will it happen slowly over time? Now, what happens between the two of us? Will he even like me for me or just because of the whole soulmate thing?

“You’re overthinking things again, aren’t you,” he asked, and you could tell he was being playful with you.

You debated arguing but just sighed, “Probably. Is it wrong, to be wanted for who I am and not some stupid destiny thing?” you asked quietly.

He chewed on a bit of bacon, seeming as though he was thinking before he finally answered you, “No. For the record, I was interested in you the day I met you, and it was hard for me to stay focused on the case. Like I said, I want to get to know you.”

His sincerity made you smile a little. However, you weren’t entirely sure what to say to him, and that’s when you remembered why you’d ended up at the bunker to begin with. “What about Crowley and Rowena?” you asked quietly.

You felt his reaction. You didn’t have to look at him to tell his jaw had clenched. He was protective, “Sam and I have a hex bag, just like the one in your pocket. We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” you whispered.

He felt confused for a moment before he realized, “If you’re the kind of person I think you are, you won’t let anything happen to us either,” he tried to reassure you.

The two of you ate silently for a few minutes, and of course, your mind wandered again. You didn’t exactly feel different, not in any specific way you could pinpoint. You almost wished you could talk to Astaria. Dean’s hand on your chin, gently turning you to look at him, pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey, I can tell you’re worried. I’m not going anywhere, and neither is Sam. I’m here, even if you just want to cry on my shoulder,” he told you with such compassion you almost cried.

His thumb brushed along your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. You were about to apologize when he said, “And don’t you go apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for. It’s not like you decided who your soulmate was. You didn’t choose to get into that accident. And you certainly didn’t choose for Crowley to make you a target.”

You chuckled a little as you looked into his eyes, “Can you read my mind now, too?”

He felt your playfulness and smiled, “No, but I can feel everything you’re feeling. What can I do to reassure you?”

Kiss her.

That was when both of you blushed, then laughed, “I wonder how long she’s been listening in,” Dean remarked, chuckling again. Bubbles was quite the smartass and he was finding her even more adorable.

When you looked back into his eyes, you felt all those giddy teenager feelings again, like you were in front of your crush. You weren’t entirely sure if they were only your emotions or if you were also feeling his. He had a soft smile, adoration, and love in his eyes, and when he licked his lips, your heart beat a little bit harder.

He gingerly reached up and caressed your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours, “I’d love to kiss you,” he chuckled, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it, but I’m not gonna do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

You’d have been lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about kissing him. At the moment, you weren’t even sure how to tell him that you wouldn’t mind and even wanted to. Dean leaned a little closer, and you didn’t pull away, just watching him.

He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath mixing with yours, and your heart beat faster. He looked almost like a kid about to get a present he always wanted, but he was moving slowly. You knew he was giving you the opportunity to pull away; you could feel it from him.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” a male voice said from near the library's entrance, causing both of you to look at him.

Before either of you could move, your chairs were pushed away from each other with a wave of his hand, “Kitten, I had hoped you’d call,” Crowley told you, sounding annoyed.

“How did you get in here?” Dean growled, unable to get out of his chair.

“Magic, deary,” Rowena stated smugly as she stepped into view from behind Crowley.

You glared at both of them, “What do you want?”

Crowley sighed, stepping into the library, “You, preferably before you and Squirrel get any closer.”

Anger flooded your senses, and you realized it wasn’t all yours; it was also Deans. There were other emotions there, but your focus was on Rowena and Crowley at the moment, so you couldn’t sift through them to fully understand them all.

“What the hell do you want me for? You weren’t very clear about that part,” you demanded, finding Dean’s anger not only fueling your own but also making you feel bolder than you usually would.

Rowena had already begun walking toward you. She reached into your pocket and pulled out the hex bag. “I told you last time, this isn’t necessary,” she cooed. She lit it on fire in her hand before dropping it and letting it burn.

“Bitch,” Dean growled, glaring at her.

You have to believe.

The words were almost desperate as they went through your mind. Believe in what?

Soulmates. Dean. Your powers. Love.

You turned to look at Dean, briefly wondering if he had heard those words as well. When his gaze met yours, it made you want to cry. He was afraid, afraid he would lose you the moment you were finally opening up to him and welcoming his presence. A soft smile and loving expression came to your face just before Rowena stepped between the two of you.

I love you. You hoped he could hear you, even though you only thought it.

I love you, too.

As you looked back up at Rowena, you smirked, feeling more than just Dean’s emotions mixing with your own. An energy began rippling through you, the sensation both exhilarating and unnerving. It began as a subtle tingling at the base of your spine, like the gentle caress of a long-forgotten memory. Slowly, the sensation intensified, coursing through your body like a dormant volcano awakening from centuries of slumber.

“Mother, we should go,” Crowley said, backing up a few steps as Rowena looked down at you again.

With each heartbeat, the magic within you pulsed, growing stronger and more insistent, as if urging you to embrace your newfound abilities. Colors danced across your eyes, vibrant azure and amethyst swirling in a kaleidoscope of arcane energy. Sparks of electricity cracked in the air with an otherworldly glow.

Rowena backed away from you, and she looked afraid. She practically stumbled backward down the few steps into the war room to stand by Crowley’s side. “I told you we shouldn’t have let her leave,” she chastised Crowley.

In that moment, you felt a profound connection to the unseen forces that governed the universe, a bond as ancient as time itself. You reached out your hand, your fingers tingling with raw power, feeling your powers now literally at your fingertips.

“Leave, and never come back,” you told Crowley and Rowena. It was almost surreal how calm your tone was, even with the threat you had just given them.

“This isn’t over,” Crowley growled.

“It’s quite over. You will never come near me, my family, or my friends ever again,” you told him, then gave him a stern, fixed glare, “Or you will regret it.”.

“Fergus, we need to leave,” Rowena insisted, and the two vanished.

Dean was up with his arms around before you could even turn around. Sam and Bubbles quickly crossed the war room. Bubbles landed on the library table as Sam wrapped the both of you in a hug.

“Uh, guys, can’t breathe,” you giggled as you were sort of sandwiched between the two of them.

Dean laughed, as did Sam. Sam gave you one last squeeze before he let go and sat down. Dean, on the other hand, spun you around and kissed you, cupping your cheek in his hand. Any doubt you might have had completely left you, and you completely relaxed in his arms, kissing him back. It was slow, tender, and loving, something you’d never felt before.

After a moment, he pulled away and leaned his forehead on yours, smiling like the happiest person in the universe. “Why don’t you finish breakfast? We’ve got a lot to talk about,” he suggested.

You gave him a soft but playful smile and kissed him one more time before sitting down. He was right, there was a lot that you’d need to talk about, but right now, you just wanted to take some time and get to know him. You also wanted to get to know Sam, his little brother. Your family just got a little bigger, and you couldn’t wait to tell your mom and sister what had happened over the last almost two weeks. You wanted to share everything with Dean, and you wanted him to meet your family. Your sister was going to have a field day with this, and your mother would probably end up crying happy tears.

You and Dean had a long road ahead of you, but you would face it together, Bubbles right along with you. There was no way to predict how things would go or what you’d end up facing, but with Dean, Sam, and Bubbles by your side, you felt like you could face anything.

----------------------------------------- A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this little series. I had a lot of fun writing it. Perhaps there will be some one shots of their adventures.

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dianneking · 2 years ago

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omg could you do a marilyn x reader? she’s been leaving little flowers and plants in readers room and office as like a secret admirer (she can be a student but if you don’t like that she could be larissa’s assistant) and one day after getting jealous of reader and larissa she tells reader and they confess feelings and fluff

Secret Admirer - Marilyn x ungendered Reader

‘Tis I, your neighborly Angst Fairy! Coming at you with your recommended angst dose (with a happy ending, worry not). As always, I feel like I didn’t do the fluff part much justice, but there might be a second part in the future (not in the works yet though). Also, I added in a very caring, parental figure Larissa because I never had the chance to write her and I wanted to.

Tags: Jealousy, Angst with a happy ending, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Jealous Marilyn, Protective Larissa, Parent Figure Larissa, Mild swearing, Heartbreak, No gender specifications, no use of Y/N.

Wordcount: 6131

Cross-posted on AO3 here!

Secret Admirer - Marilyn x ungendered Reader

“Larissa, it happened again! It happened again!” You tore through the double doors, not bothering to knock, wrapped as you were in your enthusiasm. You employer looked at you from behind her desk, the beginning of a bemused smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Oh?” She enquired, “is your secret admirer back at it?” You proudly presented her the bouquet, a small, lovely composition of whites and pinks and greens, bound together by a round of twine. It was sweet, as all of the presents from the mysterious person were. It had been going on for a while: sometimes you would come back to your quarters and find a flower on your doorstep, other times it was a small potted plant on your desk greeting you first thing in the morning. It was sweet. It was romantic. It never failed to bring a smile to your face, no matter how long your day, or how disturbed your dreams had been.

“Still no message on it?”

You shook your head. There never was any clue as to who had been brightening your days as of late: no envelopes, no initials, no declarations of love either. Just flowers, or plants. It could have been anyone in Nevermore, and potentially someone from outside the school as well…there was no way to tell. You had tried to keep watch on your own door, or to change your routine slightly to catch the responsible in the act, but it had never worked. Of course, that only spurred your curiosity more and more. Was it a student? Or a teacher? Or maybe a normie from Jericho? Of course, your favorite fantasy was to imagine it had been your crush all along, that she returned your feelings, and you would catch her sometimes with flowers in her hands, you would both confess to each other and be madly in love happily ever after. After all, the presents were always plants, and who else could leave them if not the resident botanist?

But Marilyn had never given you any reason to believe it was her all along. The few times you had brought up the presents with her, trying to gage her reaction, she had seemed more interested in the plants themselves, explaining excitedly to you what their meaning was in the flower language: “Oh, that’s fern, it stands for fascination! And the scarlet fuchsia here is a declaration of love, and the Zephirantes, or Zephyr flower…” and so on. It was nice to know what those bouquets meant, they always were a sweet message, if Marilyn was to be believed, and if the sender had meant for them to be interpreted as such. Tender love, devotion, shyness were often the themes of their compositions. And yet, as grateful as you were to the mystery person, every time you went in search of Marilyn to interpret the bouquets, you couldn’t help but wish that this would be the time that she would hold you and admit that it had been her all along, that she knew those feelings the flowers spoke of because they had been put together by her careful fingers all this time. Wishful thinking.

“I wish they would just come out and tell me. Or at least put it in writing.” You complained to Larissa’s patient ear, as you often ended up doing as of late, “I mean, what if it is a student? That would be awkward, not to mention illegal!” Your boss had the audacity to chuckle at your distress “You are barely more than a student yourself, darling. Also, do I need to remind you that some of our students have been here for entire decades? They sure would be old enough for your delicate sensibilities.”

“But I don’t want to date a fang! They always need to feed at the most inconvenient of times.”

“Well, you are very much not required to date someone just because they send you flowers, dear. Now, I believe I pay you to help me with my paperwork, and not to pine for some mysterious Casanova.”

“Fine, you win this time! But just because I need this job.”

“And here I was, thinking you only stuck with me because of my charming personality and sensational looks.” Larissa mock-pouted, her laughing eyes giving her away.

“Well, you are quite easy on the eyes as far as bosses go, I’ll have to grant you that…” You waggled your eyebrows up and down, pretending to ogle her. You loved working for principal Weems, she had taken you in right after graduation, when your parents made it perfectly clear that you wouldn’t be welcome back home. She had given you a job, and room and board in Nevermore’s staff quarters, even though you were barely of age; and even more importantly, she had taken up the role of a parent and a mentor to you. She was your mother in all but blood by now, and these past two years working by her side had been amazing. You owed her so much and the easy-going attitude you two had together showed how tight your bond was. Today, she chuckled at your cheekiness, and playfully swatted you and your new bouquet in the direction of the door, from where a timid knock had come.

“Come in! And you, little brat, keep your flirting under control, or we’ll have to have words!” She winked at you, the wide smile on her face and the affection in her voice warming her teasing words.

“Aw boss, you know you love me! Oh, hello there, Marilyn!” You were laughing as well, almost skipping as you went towards the doors, and found yourself face to face – well, almost nose to nose, given your momentum – with none other than the one who occupied most of your thoughts recently. Your smile got even wider, delighted just at her sight, and you couldn’t help but blush at the sudden closeness, taking a weird half-step to the side to avoid completely running her over – not that you would have minded in the least to fall on her, your body pinning her to the ground in an unexpected, but certainly not unwanted position…

Wishful thinking, your brain unhelpfully reminded you.

“Oh…hello there” her smile seemed a bit forced and somewhat pained, as if she had just received a piece of bad news, or discovered an uncomfortable truth, and you felt yourself asking, almost instinctually, “Are you alright?” She seemed almost surprised at the question, and her dazed eyes seemed to find it difficult to focus on your face, studying you with a sort of distracted intensity, as if seeing you for the first time. “I’m fine, thank you. I wanted to speak to principal Weems about something, am I interrupting something?” Her voice rose a bit at this, as if she felt she was imposing on her employer’s time or something. You smiled at her, trying to dispel her worries as much as you could. “Go on! Our glorious principal is all yours, I have apparently overstayed my welcome by giving her too many compliments and have been sent back to my desk.” You flippantly pointed at the general direction of your work station, just outside and to the side of the double oak doors. You were about to exit, and something came to mind, so you turned once more to her, “Hey, are we still on for our movie night later?”

The two of you had bonded over the fact that you were the only two in the staff with a passion for fantasy. For most outcasts, whose lives were already filled with the supernatural, there was little appeal in immersing oneself in a world of magic, where wondrous beings fought against the inevitable forces of evil, guided by prophecies and honor. But Marilyn was a normie, and you had grown up with books as your only friends, and by the time your own powers had manifested, you were already in love with the escapism that a thick novel could hold in its hundreds of pages. When you had discovered this shared passion, you had been quick to propose regular movie nights to her, to show each other’s favorite movies and complain how they were totally not as good as the books. Your chats went on far longer than the movies themselves, and were part of the reason why you found herself falling harder and harder for the older woman; you could listen for hours on end to her enthusiastic rants, drinking in how her warm eyes would sparkle as she gestured wildly.

“Sure.” She answered curtly after a moment of silence, and as you exited the imposing doors, you could swear your heart could be heard through the whole corridor for how wildly it was beating. Even if she felt a bit off, she hadn’t cancelled your little movie date, and that was enough to make you glide giddily through the day’s work.

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“That has to be the benchmark against which all fantasy movies have to be compared. It’s just such a classic.” Marilyn commented, as the end credits to The Fellowship of the Ring were rolling on the TV in front of you. You were in her quarters, her couch having been unanimously elected as the more comfortable of the two. There had been a bowl of popcorn wedged between you at the start of the movie, but it had found a new home on the coffee table as soon as all the popped kernels had disappeared, allowing you to surreptitiously scoot closer to her, close enough that you could smell the subtle floral scent of her shampoo. Jasmine. Love, purity, and beauty: you had learnt those were some of the meanings associated to the small white flower, as it had been one of the first that had appeared in your bouquets, and one that kept coming back. It had been in today’s botanic present, as well. It was very fitting for her, you thought. She was so beautiful, and when she smiled, her whole face seemed to shine from within with the purest of lights. You had been lying to yourself when you referred to her as your crush, it was way more than that: you were utterly smitten with her, and had been for a while. You tried to focus on what she was saying, trying to engage the passionate side of her that you loved so much.

“I mean, I get it’s a classic, but I can’t help but feel that it would have been much better if we got to see more of Lady Galadriel and her powers. She could have been quite the asset to the Fellowship...and we would have gotten to see more of Cate Blanchett in the movies as well!”

“But it would have made no sense for a queen of elves such as herself to join such a ragtag band of misfits!” Always the nerd, Marilyn couldn’t resist a good tease on one of her favorite fantasy classics, and that made pulling her leg that much more fun: “That’s rubbish! You don’t need for it to make sense for it to be more screen time with a hot elven lady!”

“Oh, come on, she’s not even close to your age! Even in this film, Cate Blanchett was like, what, at the very least ten years older than you are now or something?”

“Oh, let me correct then, a hot older elven lady. And elves don’t really age anyways, am I right?” You elbowed her lightly in the ribs, eliciting a laugh. “Stop it! I’m serious here!” she swatted you playfully on the shoulder, and you noticed that your exchange had brought you closer to each other, and that your knees were basically touching by now. Suddenly the atmosphere felt charged.

“What’s wrong with older women? Age is but a social construct anyways. Who cares if there’s an age gap nowadays? As long as there’s love, age shouldn’t matter.” The electricity in the air felt live on your skin, it felt like a momentous occasion, and suddenly, you weren’t talking about Cate Blanchett anymore. Was that all Marilyn had against giving you a chance? The fact that you were some ten years her younger? In this day and age? Could that be the reason for the secret messages with the flowers – if it was her sending them – , maybe she felt too old to make an overt move?

“How could you even be sure it’s love though? When your experiences in life are so vastly different? A couple of years don’t make that much a difference, but when it’s a decade? Or more? How would you even know?” Marilyn wasn’t looking at you, playing absentmindedly with the armrest of the couch to her side.

“Are you serious? Marilyn, I don’t need a time stamp to know that my feelings are real, no matter the age gap. I might be young, but I am not stupid!”

You turned fully towards her, a leg folded under you, the other left hanging towards the floor. Engrossed in your righteous campaign, you put a hand on her thigh, burning with the unrelenting need to make her see reason. It wasn’t until you noticed that she was gripping spasmodically the armrest, so strongly that her knuckles were white as bone that you realized what you had just said. Fuck.

You removed your hand, but didn’t take what you said back. That you wouldn’t do.

“This…this is purely theoretical, right?” she asked, stumbling on her words, a pleading in her voice that didn’t sit right with you, “You don’t really have feelings for an older woman, do you?” She seemed almost scared at the prospect, not delighted as you might have hoped. This was your chance to back down. You could deflect, and return to your silent pining, for always regretting wasting this one occasion you had. Or you could risk it all, risk throwing away this friendship you had with her, the little moments of joy that made your heart only grow fonder and more restless.

To hell with it. ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never have loved at all.

You steered yourself, setting your jaw strong as you prepared to lay your heart bare.

“It’s not theoretical, Marilyn. I am in love with an older woman. In fact, I—”

"But that's just wrong!!" You reeled back, struck almost physically both by her words and by the horror painted on her face as she turned to face you, finally. You thought you could feel your heart ripping within your chest at the way she struggled to put her dismay into words. There went your one chance. What was that about having loved and lost? You couldn't help the tears filling your eyes at her harsh words she chose to reject you. At how venomous they were as they dripped from those lips you had been long dreaming of kissing. Wishful thinking.

Marilyn sat up, bending towards you, a hand finding its way on your arm, her voice almost pleading now, "Please tell me you are joking. You are so young. You have your whole life in front of you…you shouldn't be even thinking about something so…so inappropriate!" Every word was a stab, and then a twisting of the knife. That wasn’t how you had expected her to react to your confession: even when you had tried to steel yourself for a rejection, you had expected sweet, lovely Marilyn – the woman who sang to her plants and cooed encouragement to them, the soft-spoken woman you had fallen in love with – you had expected her to be kind about it. She should have been regretful that she didn’t return your feelings, and her voice should have been gentle as she told you she was sorry, but she only saw you as a friend. You could have dealt with that. You would have accepted it, and told her that your friendship was also important to you and you would not your feelings change what you had.

But this? The horrified disbelief you heard and saw coming from her was worse than any nightmare your mind could have concocted. Nothing could have prepared you for this.

"I…" the words you wanted to say got stuck in the knot that held your throat in a vice. You swallowed thickly, but it didn't change one thing. You staggered to your feet, letting her hand fall limply back on the cushions. You didn’t want to cry in front of her. "I…I think I'll…go" you managed to croak out as you made your way to the door, blinded by the tears. You stumbled against the coffee table, almost falling in your haste to escape. You didn’t even feel the hurt of the hit. The pain radiating from your chest was way stronger.

"No, wait, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…I-"

But there was no way you could stay and listen to what Marilyn had to say now, after she had just crushed your heart so mercilessly. You let the door slam closed behind you as you ran back towards your rooms, letting tears free to stream down your face, but you came to a halt in front of your doors: you couldn't face your own quarters right now, filled with flowers and lovely plants that you now knew could never come from the one you desperately wanted. So you went just a little further, and you knocked on the door of the one person who you knew you could always count on.

It took less than a minute for Larissa to open, well used to be always on call for school emergencies of any kind. She clearly had been heading for bed, as there was no makeup on her face, her hair was unpinned and falling around her face in waves, and she was wrapped in a tartan dressing gown. Her face fell as she saw you sobbing desperately on her doorstep.

"My darling what happened? Are you hurt?" You threw yourself at her, and she instinctively wrapped you in a hug, petting your hair with one hand and making comforting noises. After a while she ushered you in, and you ended up sitting on her couch, your face still half-hidden in her tartan, your body still wrecked by your heartbreak.

"My darling kid, my precious assistant, What happened to make you so desperate? Weren't you supposed to be watching one of those fantastical movies with Marilyn?"

At her name, your crying doubled in strength. You didn't want to talk about her, you didn't want to even think about her. Of how pain and horror had mixed on her beautiful face when you had confessed your feelings. Of how she had pleaded for you to tell her it wasn’t true, it wasn’t real.

"Did…did you tell her how you feel?" Larissa knew of your feelings for her botany professor. Of how what had started as a silly crush had slowly developed into something more, something deep and meaningful. Something closely resembling love. She had helped you process how you felt, never judgmental, never pushy, but always lending a sympathetic ear to your rambles.

You nodded, unable to stop your sobs as you whispered, "She…she told me what… what I feel is wrong and… inappropriate."

"Oh, sweetheart! I am so, so sorry." She hugged you again, rocking you slightly, like you were but a baby, wailing in its mother's arms. "Love is never wrong, or inappropriate, although sometimes it might be misplaced. Your feelings are precious and beautiful, and the fact that they are not appreciated by her only means that she is not the right one for you. You deserve someone that would make you smile with the light of a thousand suns; you deserve someone that cherishes you, and cares for your well-being and that will wear your love like a badge of honor, the greatest of all prizes known to humankind. Someone that looks at you and sees a wonderful human being, so full of energy, and promise, and vitality. Someone that loves you as much as you do them, and then some more. You will find that person, I promise you. And then you’ll look back to this pain and see it was all part of the road that led you there."

You felt like her arms and her love were the only think keeping you from fracturing into a thousand small pieces right now, and you couldn’t help but thank the gods that had put Larissa Weems on your path.

"I don't know what I would do without you…mom," you mumbled in the softness of her dressing gown, and she took a sharp intake of breath, before she hugged you even closer, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. Even though she had acted like a parental figure for the whole time you had known each other – more than your birth parents did, even when you had only been one in many students here at Nevermore – you had never explicitly acknowledged the fact that you considered her your mother, and had done so for quite some time. You felt emotion running thick in her voice as she replied, "My baby, my precious darling. I'll be right here for you for as long as I live. I promise you you’ll never be alone in your pain while I’m here."

You ended up falling asleep on her, and when you woke up in the morning, head pounding and eyes feeling puffy and heavy, you were touched to see a woolen blanket carefully tucked around you. No matter the sorrow and the heartbreak, you had someone that loved you fiercely, someone that supported you in your decisions and carefully held you when the world seemed to be collapsing around you. You were blessed. You folded the blanket carefully, putting it on the back of the couch, before tip-tapping towards the door. There was no sound coming from Larissa’s bedroom, and the light filtering through the curtains had still the cold quality of the early morning. You didn't want to wake her up early, and you needed a hot shower to start to feel somewhat human again. You felt like you could face your quarters now, if not the rest of the world.

You closed the door behind you circumspectly, like a thief sneaking out of the crime scene, then turned towards your own door and promptly froze.

There, on your doorstep, unequivocally caught in the act of setting down a single purple hyacinth in front of your door, was Marilyn.

She turned towards you, so many emotions flitting over her face that it was impossible for you to understand any of them, before her eyes moved to the door you had just closed behind you and set into a stony gaze, her lips pressed together and turned downwards in an angry frown.

"I guess you didn't take my words too hard if you're sneaking out of her rooms at this hour." The sharp edge in her words caught you by surprise, even though you were now starting to suspect that you had no idea who Marilyn really was anymore. This angry, poisonous person was a stranger.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Was it a new development or is it just part of your contract? Do you assist her in taking off her clothes as well as with paperwork?" The venom in her voice, the dark, twisted taunting that coated her words made you bristle in anger. Not only was she here on your doorstep in the early hours of the morning after discarding your feelings like yesterday’s trash, but she had the nerve to snipe at you, too?

"Just what the fuck are you trying to imply here, Marilyn? Wasn't it enough for you to break my heart yesterday? What do you want now?" She had the nerve to scoff at you. "Break your heart, oh, please. Spare me the dramatics. I only gave you a good dose of reality, one that you apparently chose to ignore."

"Oh, it's that what it's called now? Reality? Calling what I feel wrong and…and inappropriate?" Even throwing back her words at her caused the familiar knot to climb back in your throat. It was too soon to be having this conversation. The wound was too fresh in your heart, and your mind was still reeling at this new, bitter doppelganger of the woman you were still irrevocably in love with, a woman you were beginning to think never existed in the first place.

But no matter the bitterness, you could see a trace of the old Marilyn – of your Marilyn – in the way she passed her hand on her face, now looking more sad and tired than angry. Her voice had lost her edge too, as she murmured, "I'm sorry I was so harsh, believe it or not I do care for you. That’s why I’m trying to make you see things as they are. That principal Weems is encouraging you in this…this madness, it’s unacceptable. She's just manipulating you, don't you see?" You seethed. How dare she insult the one person who had made you feel accepted and valid and loved? Suddenly the tightness in your throat was gone, righteous anger coursing through you like a purifying fire. "Don't you even dare bring her into this. Larissa has always been there for me when I needed her the most. You trying to sabotage the only good thing that I have left in my life is what's really unacceptable here."

"But that’s precisely it! You are mistaking your gratitude for something else, and she takes advantage of it. She's just playing with you! And you are just too naive to understand it." You looked at her as if you were seeing her for the first time. Her jaw was clenched, as if she was the one in pain here, her eyes almost begging you to understand what she was telling you. Oh, you understood perfectly. For some twisted reason breaking your heart wasn’t enough for her, she wanted to drive a wedge between you and Larissa. She wanted you to be completely alone in the world. You let your eyes fall from her face, the anger that had enveloped you like a river of molten lava had now solidified in a block of icy stone as you focused on the purple flower she was clutching in her hand.

"It seems to me that the only one playing games with me here is you. You have been my secret admirer all this time, haven't you?" You asked, stressing the term mockingly. The way Marilyn’s head fell, hiding her face from your view was confession enough. And no matter how much you had hoped for this to be the case, it didn't bring you any joy now. It had all been part of an elaborate game, one that didn’t make any sense it its cruelty.

You made your way past her, almost shouldering her out of the way, before slotting in the key in your door. But you couldn't bring yourself to open and finish this conversation before asking the one question that was still burning through you in anguish.

"Why?" You whispered, leaning your head against the door, hoping to find some sort of strength in it.

"..." She seemed unable to find the words to answer. You turned to her again, all the anger long gone, and only sadness left in your voice. "Why did you do that, Marilyn? Leaving me those beautiful flowers, making my days brighter and colorful, and then taking the time to explain them to me, talking about love and devotion and shyness and all of that. Giving me hope, only to crush it when I finally got the courage to confess my love for you…I don't get it. What did you have to gain from it? Do you hate me so much that my pain is fun to you? I… I didn't think you were this sort of person, or I would have tried harder not to fall in love with you." And no matter how much you wanted your feelings to stop, you were still in love with her, you thought sadly, eyes travelling up her hunched figure, over her red hair and towards her face – now again fully visible – and to her eyes. Those eyes that seemed to be even bigger than they usually were, wide, mesmerizing pools of golden brown, alight with passion and a thunderstorm of feelings. You could now recognize surprise and disbelief, and something else that you couldn't quite put your finger on, something softer. And softer was the voice she spoke in, little more than a whisper, in fact: "It…was me? The older woman you meant…was me?"

"Of course it was you. Who else would it be?"

"I… I thought that you and Larissa…"

You couldn't help it, you physically recoiled at the thought, your back hitting the door behind you, painfully. "What? No! Larissa is like a mother to me! I do love her, but I'm not in love with her. That would be so wrong!"

"That's what I've said!"

"Wait." You felt like you were getting whiplash from all the confusing emotions surrounding you like a maelstrom. “You thought I was speaking about Larissa all this time?”

“You were talking about being in love with an older woman, and the two of you are always together, always teasing each other way more than it’s usual for a principal and their assistant… And you coming out of her rooms early in the morning, still in yesterday’s clothes, I thought…I thought…”

You felt like you could cry in relief, and at the same time bash your head against the wall in frustration. All this heartache because of a fucking misunderstanding? “Marilyn, were you jealous of Larissa? Is that what all of this is about?” You could see the blush rising up her neck towards her cheeks, and again she moved her gaze to her feet. You suddenly felt unstable on your feet, the door behind you holding you up and anchoring you to reality as your mangled heart seem to suddenly leap back to life, stuttering with hope.

“Marilyn, I am going to need a clear answer here. Do you have any romantic feelings for me?”

“I…I do.”

“Good. I do too.” The words came out hard, as you determinedly peeled yourself from your door and crossed the distance between you, your hand sneaking up to grab her lapel. Your eyes were level with each other, your breaths already mingling; you could smell spearmint mixing with her usual jasmine scent. “I am going to kiss you. Is it alright, Marilyn?” Your lips were but a sigh away from hers as she exhaled a Yes that you immediately swallowed, locking your lips together in desperation. It wasn’t a tender kiss at all, it was an eager battle for dominance, as you bit down on her lower lip, and her hands came up to the nape of your neck, tangling in your hair as the kiss deepened, your tongues tasting each other, exploring your mouths as if they held the answers to any question in the world. You distantly felt your back being pushed to the wall beside your door as your hand feverishly moved to her sides, pulling her flush against yourself. She moaned lightly into your mouth, her knee finding its way between your legs, pinning you in place. Not that you wanted to be anywhere else, especially as her lips left your own to travel to the side of your neck kissing, nipping and exploring the sensitive skin under your ear. You thought you might be losing your head, overwhelmed as you were by sensation, elation coursing through your veins mixed with desire. She hadn’t rejected you. She wanted you.

“What is the meaning of this?” A hard voice froze you both, and your dazed eyes traveled a little further up the corridor, meeting with the towering figure of Larissa Weems, standing in front of her open door, hands clenched into fists at her sides, protective fury blazing on her face as she looked at how Marilyn’s body was pressing on your own. A mother bear, ready to face any threat to protect her cubs. You could feel Marilyn’s swallow as she tried to put some distance between you two, but you kept her in place, refusing to let her out of your embrace.

“Uhm. Apparently, there was a misunderstanding yesterday. So uhm, this is us clearing it up…” You sheepishly tried to answer. It would be inconvenient for Marilyn to be sentenced to death by an angry Larissa defending your honor. Or heart, or whatever. Your mother in all but blood looked at you, clearly unconvinced, but willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. “Very well. I however encourage you to continue this…discussion in the privacy of your rooms. This is a school, after all.”

You sheepishly nodded, and relinquished your hold on Marilyn as you both shuffled towards your door, under the severe gaze of Larissa. “Oh and by the way…” she added, as you were about to close the door. You stopped, a whisper of dread trickling down your back at the dangerous tone of her voice “…I expect you both for lunch in my quarters. It seems like we have things to talk about as a family.” How could she make something so sweet sound so scary? You swallowed, nodding your head in acquiescence. “We’ll be there, mom!”

As you closed the door and turned towards Marilyn’s petrified face, you couldn’t help it. You started chuckling, then slowly your chuckles grew in intensity, to become a full-out laughter at the absurdity at you morning so far. Marilyn watched you as you wheezed with unbridled mirth, your hands coming up to wipe away the tears that had started to accumulate at the corners of your eyes.

“I…I’m sorry,” you managed to choke through your hilarity, “this is just…” but you couldn’t even finish the sentence, new laughter bubbling through as soon as your eyes met her shocked features, that were slowly turning more and more towards a sort of sheepish frustration. “Not funny!” she grumbled, her cheeks bright red by now, letting herself fall dramatically on the couch. “It kinda is though,” you guffawed, “You got yourself in trouble with the in-laws with the first kiss!”

She groaned, picking up a cushion and burying her face in it “Oh God, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life. She is gonna murder me.” You perched yourself in the small space between her body and the edge of the couch, prying the cushion from her hands and letting it fall to the side. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her kill you.” Her distraught face peered up at you, glasses fogged up, hair messily splayed around her in a fiery halo. The remains of your laughter evaporated, as you lost yourself in her beauty, a hand instinctually coming up to cup the side of her cheek. Time stretched, losing any meaning while you were deep in contemplation.

“You are so damn beautiful, Marilyn.” You whispered, drinking in all the details as if you needed to commit them to memory for all eternity. You almost held your breath in awe, your thumb delicately caressing her cheek, her nose, then slowly dragging over her lower lip. How could this be real? Maybe you were still asleep on Larissa’s couch, and this was just an elaborate and very vivid dream.

“Are…are you sure about it?” She inadvertently echoed your thoughts, her voice small and fragile and oh so hopeful. “About the fact that you are beautiful? Of course.” You jokingly answered, thumb still stroking her cheekbone tenderly. She pouted under your hand. “Not that. About this,” she lifted the hand from the back of the couch where it was abandoned, to gesticulate vaguely between you two, “about us.” You brought your other hand up to perfectly frame her face between your fingers. “I think…” you placed a butterfly kiss on her forehead over her bangs “…I would like to give us a try…” you kissed her right cheekbone, just under the rim of her glasses “…to go on dates with you…” the left cheekbone was next “…to cuddle with you as we watch movies together…” the tip of the nose “…and, if you like, to spend the nights making love to you.” You ended your speech placing a kiss on her lips, a sweet meeting of lips, a seal of your love.

“But…why? I’m just…me.”

“You is all I want, Marilyn. If you’ll have me.”

----- The End -----

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