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A Wife for Thor Pt.30 - End

An Offer She Can’t Refuse

09/05/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 4,954

Warnings: character death, smut, language, fluff

A/N: This is the end! The is the last chapter. I had only really one more thing I needed to tie up as far as loose ends goes and I’m so glad with how it came out. Also, the scene at the beginning was so much fun to write. Like, I was giggling like an idiot. Anywho, hope y’all enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it! I’m sad to say goodbye to this reader but who knows, maybe I’ll do some holiday one shots for this pairing at some point. No promises, but maybe. Thanks for going with me on this journey! xoxo

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“My wife died!”

Thor’s voice is tight, strangled and stuck in his throat as he says the words loudly. He sits forward, hands grasping the sides of his head.

His hair is long now. Back to the length that you’d first admired in him in the videos of him fighting alongside the Avengers.

He’d grown it out for you, because you’d love it so. Now he fists it, yanking on it slightly as he shakes his head.

“Your Majesty…”

“Please,” Thor begs. “She died. She was in my arms and she stopped breathing. She wouldn’t open her eyes. I was alone. Even with Loki and Heimdall at my side, she was gone and I was alone.”

“Thor, leave Estrid alone.”

The poor woman looks up at you, mouthing a quick thanks before she scurries from the room leaving you and Thor alone in your private sitting room.

At his feet Tavis sits playing with a few blocks. Ten months old now and already so strong. Each block he lifts he brings to his mouth to taste then tosses it further than a baby his age should be able to.

Thor springs to his feet carefully and moves towards you, scooping you into the cage of his arms and dipping you before kissing your lips with a loud smack. Then he turns to the baby in your arms who is breathing rapidly from excitement at her daddy’s proximity.

“Come here, you little terror,” he coos at her and takes her from you after standing you upright.

As he walks away, you press your hand to your side, groaning as his dip had twisted the sore spot a little.

Thor whips around to look at you, face devoid of any humor from his silliness before. He balances Kasi with his large hand on her little back and she reaches up and babbles nonsense as she tugs on his beard.

He’s unbothered.

“Did I hurt you, cherub?” he worries.

“No,” you smile at him making your way to the sofa to sit behind the spot where Thor will place Kasi beside her brother. “No, I’m just sore still.”

Thor puts your daughter down about a foot away in the very spot you’d known he would. After scooping some blocks over for her to play with too, he rushes to your side and sits literally right beside you, arm thrown around the back of the sofa while his other finds your thigh to stroke gently.

“How bad is the pain? Worse or better than last week?” he checks.

“Better,” you smile. “I’m okay, puppy.”

“You died,” Thor frowns.

“For a few minutes, Thor. Also, you have to stop using that to get more ice cream from Estrid. She gets upset every time.”

You chuckle despite the topic and Thor pouts.

“I only wanted a bit more, not a lot.”

“I have three children, not two!” you tease him.

“Oh, is that right?” Thor says low and quiet.

The hand on your thigh snakes upwards, tickling the soft skin of your thighs. Luckily you’re wearing shorts and while he can definitely go higher, he’ll have to force his hand up the leg before he can touch anything significant.

You look at him, a sultry smirk in place as he leans in and presses a slow kiss to your lips. He tilts his head, placing his hand on the back of your head before pulling you in for another kiss, this time gently tasting your bottom lip.

“The babies,” you remind him.

“They’re fine,” Thor whispers, tilting your head and slipping his tongue past your lips.

His hand moves surprisingly easily up your pant leg and his fingers tickle the fleshy patch of your pussy. His middle finger extends further and he traces your slit, stopping at the peak of your mound in search of your clit.

You break away from his kiss for a moment, gasping at his touch before you yank him back against your lips.

Thor’s fingers do the devil’s work, or angels, depending on how you want to see it, and you spread your legs for him as he pushes his long digit into you.

He finds your spot easily and you throw your head back, breaking the kiss to breathe. He’s quick to kiss your neck, finding your thrumming pulse and suckling on the spot.

“Thor…” you moan and push him away from you.

“Where are you going?” Thor gasps, looking hazed out on lust as you round the sofa and move towards the doors.

“Estrid!”

She pops out from the side and her cheeks are tinged pink but she hurries in, knowing what you want.

“How are you, my wee little ones,” she gushes, sitting on the floor with the twins as you take Thor’s hand and pull him to his feet.

You don’t stop pulling Thor along until you’re in your bedroom, door locked, clothes hitting the floor as both of you undress and fall onto the bed.

The wince Thor’s weight pulls from you is unintentional and he quickly pulls back, searching your side for the large purple spot that has only lightened fractionally since Loki managed to pull the arrow and break the enchantment.

He kisses the spot softly, tracing the shape of the wound before he licks around its edge.

“Mmph, Thor,” you grunt, the sensation raising goosebumps on your skin.

Thor hurries up to meet your lips and uses his large hands placed on the back of your thighs near your butt to push your legs up and open.

His cock falls heavy against your core and he moves his hips forward and back over and over, slicking himself with your juices as he kisses you.

With his long hair tickling your shoulders and cheeks, you reach down to line him up and the bulb of his head slips through into your cunt.

You gasp, breaking his kiss as he stretches you. Biting your lip, you bring your hands down to his bottom and squeeze.

He grunts at the gesture and unable to help himself, he thrusts into you, burying himself completely as you cry out in ecstatic shock.

Thor gives you a minute to adjust, leaning down to bite your nipples gently then licking the sting away before he suckles on them.

He tastes your milk, stupidly ravenous for it. He switches to the other and sucks gently, moaning.

You hold his head there with one hand, fisting his golden hair while you give his ass another squeeze and buck up into him, urging him to move.

He obeys, pulling his cock almost completely out before thrusting into you again.

The start is slow, steady, as Thor finds his rhythm and the angle that he knows drives you nuts.

You cry out sharply when he does and he knows he’s got it. He pulls away from your breasts, smiling down at you smugly before leaning back and hooking his hands just above the curve of your bottom. He arches your back as he sits on his ankles as best as his bulky body will allow and with your body lifted and supported by his arms, he rams into you hitting that spot.

He brings one hand out from underneath you, his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in slow delicious circles.

You spasm under his touch as your body is electrified but he doesn’t stop and you twitch in his hold as you orgasm.

Only when you grip his wrists does he hold still, letting you ride out the high until you’re also still and your breathing isn’t so hitched.

“Ow,” you sigh, reaching up to your side.

Thor frowns, leaning over you to kiss the spot again, nuzzling it with his nose then traces kisses up along your stomach and between your breasts.

“Mmm,” you sigh, pushing his long hair back to look at his face.

“I love the way you fuck me, Thor,” you whisper for him knowing he’ll need just a little push to get him moving again.

He’s been so attentive about your injury.

His face contorts with desire and grief but he does what you want and he starts to piston into you again.

He fucks you deep and you pull him down to kiss away the strife from his body. It only takes a few good thrusts to get him to relax and focus on the pleasure your bodies demand.

You know when he’s close because he chases his release with small faster thrusts. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body up again, arching your back as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and grind up against him chasing a second climax.

He comes hard, voice guttural as he growls and that familiar electricity hits your body sending your own pleasure crashing at its peak.

You cry out, holding him to you as both your bodies relish in their highs.

The haze of sex lingers between you as Thor slides to the side to lay beside you but he keeps you in his arms, kissing your lips hungrily.

The anxiety in his massive form gives you your own worry but you know it stems from your time unconscious after you came home.

“I’m okay, puppy,” you promise him as he reaches down to hook your leg around his hip.

He’s already thrusting again, his dick semi-soft but hardening with each plunge.

You exhale slowly, shutting your eyes as you rest your forehead against his.

“I’m okay,” you assure him.

“I almost lost you,” Thor grieves, thrusting a little harder.

“But I’m here, puppy,” you promise him and kiss him.

He kisses you back then rolls onto his back. You mount him, pushing yourself up and start to ride him, your hands splayed along his chest as you rock your body.

He grabs hold of your hips and helps you move.

“Fuck, you feel so good, cherub,” Thor moans, and his urging speeds you up.

Ignoring the ache of your side, you lean on him to make it easier to pump yourself up and down on him.

“Gonna fill you up,” Thor’s deep voice whispers and the stutter your heart makes, the quake in your cunt drives you faster at his words as you throw your head back and bring his hands up to your breasts to fondle.

His spoken desire drives you absolutely nuts and you can’t wait for him to do just as he says.

~~~~~~~~~~

This visit has been coming for a while now. It’s been needed actually. You’ve been neglectful of your tenants.

These tenants in particular are important.

You’re alone, because that’s what you feel like you need. Not just for yourself, but for your friends too.

To you, that’s what they’ve always been.

A heavy sigh slips past your lips and you can’t put it off anymore. You reach up and knock.

The heavy timber of the door thuds thickly and you hear a scuffle of feet on the other side. There’s an adorable chuckle, a toddler probably wobbling around on her adorable tiny feet unsteadily.

The familiar voice comes through, “‘Twill be just a moment!”

“Take your time, Thora. There’s no rush.”

“Your Majesty?!”

The scuffling, shuffling, and noise on the other side of the door gets a bit more frantic and then the locks on the door are clicking out of place before it’s pulled open.

Standing there with her adorable little Luta in her arms is Thora, Armod’s wife, still as astoundingly beautiful as always.

Her long ice-blonde hair is much shorter than when you were last with her.

“Finally took my advice about cutting your hair, huh?”

“Come in, Your Majesty,” Thora gasps, moving back to let you in while Luta reaches out for you.

You take the toddler and she clings, resting her head on your shoulder and yawning.

She hasn’t seen you in a few weeks but she seems to remember you fine.

“Tea, Ma’am?” Thora asks, but you shake your head.

“I’m okay. I actually came to have a talk.”

You sit in the chair that Thora indicates is for you and you settle in, adjusting baby Luta in your arms as she dozes off.

“Oh?” Thora smiles as she sits in the chair across from you. “‘Tis an honor, Ma’am.”

You smile at her kindly and stroke Luta’s back.

“Thora, I-I should have come so much sooner. But things just got away from me. First everything that happened with Jane and then my pregnancy, and then I had the twins and then Thor was taken hostage by that psycho Amora. Then I almost died. Lots has happened to keep me away from you and this little angel.”

She smiles but doesn’t interrupt.

“I was so shocked when I woke up from my injuries and found out that everyone knew about Thor and Amora and how close I came to dying,” you nod.

Thora’s beautiful face contorts with sympathy, “We were all very terrified, Ma’am. ‘Twas too soon for us to lose our King and Queen.”

“Yeah,” you smile, clasping your hands underneath Luta’s little bottom. “The things is, there were only a very few people that knew about Thor being taken. See, the guard was shifting in the palace and that’s when Amora decided to strike. So, she attacked me and the prince, distracting me with Jane who she’s been using this entire time as a kind of puppet? To drive me and Thor apart. And while I was distracted with my son, she snuck into the throne room and put a spell on Thor so that he’d go willingly.

“The plan to go after him was even less known because there was only the Avengers that came to guard the twins, Estrid, my personal maid, David, and Armod who drove me to the Gate. No one else in the palace staff knew anything about Thor being taken or that we were going after him.

“We fed them a story about Thor going overseas to the United States for talks about trade with the Kingdom and they all believed it. We made sure they did.”

Thora’s face, already pale and milky, goes even whiter. She sits stiffly, blinking rapidly a few times as she fidgets, twisting her fingers around the hand embroidered sash of her Asgardian dress.

“It took me, us, really because we’ve all been searching since the incident with Jane first happened for who might have been the person leaking all of our information to the press. All the stories were so...distressing. Very few of them were true but a few hit the nail on the head and that more than anything made it hard to guess who it was that was betraying me and my new family.”

You bite your bottom lip, considering the squirming woman across from you.

“It wasn’t until I woke up from literally dying that I knew there was only one person who could possibly commit this kind of treason,” you let that word sink in.

“Your Majesty, I-”

She’s cut off by the front door opening. She stands up, hands shaking and stares as her handsome Armod comes through. He smiles at her then notices you and drops into a bow.

“Your Majesty! What an honor. I had no idea you’d be visiting us today,” he gushes looking happy to see you. “You look so well.”

“Thank you, Armod,” you smile at him, grateful for his kindness.

He looks at his wife as she stands there nervously, shifting from foot to foot. He seems to notice the tension and with a wary smile turns from her to you and back to his wife.

“What’s happened, my love? Are you alright?” Armod moves to her and takes hold of her arm in support as you get to your feet.

This isn’t what you wanted. You don’t want to expose her. You just want her to stop.

Almost everyone had already forgotten about the mole in the palace. Almost everyone.

“Here, Armod,” you move over to him and he takes little Luta from you. “I should go. Loki’s waiting for me in the east tower and I shouldn’t be late for my lesson or he’ll rage my ear off.”

With one final caress at little Luta’s cute head, you move for the door.

“Your Majesty!” Thora calls, hurrying after you a few steps.

You hold up your hand to stop her and shake your head, “It’s okay. Really. I think we’ve both learned a valuable lesson. I’ll see you next week? For our usual visit?”

Armod looks super confused and unfortunately something tells you he won’t be letting it go once you’re gone.

This sucks for both of them. You wish he’d come home just a few minutes later.

Thora curtsies and with a nod you leave them, hoping that their marriage can survive her deceit and that Armod might be forgiving for the sake of their love and baby.

If he can’t, you don’t blame him at all, but sometimes people make mistakes and you’d hate for him to lose a good thing when this has been Thora’s only mistake. If it’s been her only mistake.

Something tells you that she’ll never do it again, either.

You had hoped to find out why she did it. Judging by the new furnishings and slightly better appliances, you can guess.

The walk back to the palace is slow. You take your time to get some air and greet the staff walking around when they stop to let you pass or bow and curtsy.

Some of the children that live in the houses that line the palace walls are out and about playing and they welcome you excitedly when you stop to talk to them and ask them about their days.

You leave them with an order of sweets on the way.

“You are very kind to your people, Your Majesty,” David smiles as you come around the corner to where you’d left him to linger while you went to speak to Thora.

“They’ve been so nice to me all this time. I mean it when I say I love them. Being their Queen isn’t hard. Being a Queen, yes. Loving them as my own people? Not in the slightest.”

“You are a good woman, I’m glad they seem to notice.”

You nudge David with your shoulder and he chuckles.

“I’m leaving tonight. I have a meeting with a client the day after tomorrow and I must go home and prepare,” he stops to look at you and you nod. “I’m going to pack now, but perhaps we might have dinner before I go?”

“Of course, David. And you know that you’re always welcome here whenever you want to get away from the grind or come and see the twins?” You offer him a smile and he nods in agreement.

Yes. He knows. Your surrogate father knows how precious he is to you and you to him.

“Yes. I’ll see you at dinner, then.” He reaches over and gives your arm a squeeze before moving back into the palace to go pack.

The east tower is already buzzing with the green aura of Loki’s magic. He’s sitting lazily on a chair by a small table in the large stone room. On the left wall is a balcony with doors thrown open and the windows with their curtains pulled up.

On the right is an extinguished fireplace. It’s too hot for fire right now.

“You’re late!” Loki exclaims.

“I know.”

As you move to get a glass of water from the same table he’s sitting at, he watches your expression carefully.

“Show me,” he says simply and you turn around and lift your shirt to show him your side.

“Why is it all red?” Loki frowns, pulling you closer and poking at the edges of the wound.

“Um…” you feel your neck burn and you avoid looking at him as you take another sip. “Thor and I might have spent some time together after breakfast and also after lunch.”

“Really? He couldn’t have waited until you were a little more healed?” Loki demands.

“He?!” You laugh. “Loki, I’m going to say this with as much class as I can possibly muster, okay? But I like it when Thor rails me hard, into the bed, and leaves me with an aching back. And I’m not going to apologize for egging him on, okay? It’s been months and I get that I need to heal but I also really need to feel my husband and he really needs to feel me after what happened. I did literally die for a bit and then I came back and didn’t wake up for almost a month, so no. We can’t wait.”

“Are you finished?” Loki asks, looking exasperated with you.

“Yes.”

“You’re both animals,” he states and gets to his feet.

“So are you, buddy. You’re an alien here on Earth, remember?”

“I put those restrictions in place because of the danger that pregnancy might bring on your body. I don’t know that you would survive the strain right now.”

“So then let’s stop talking and get back to training, Loki! I’m not going to stop living my life because of what that stupid woman did, okay?” you huff.

Loki growls, “You’ve gotten more and more stubborn the longer you’ve been married to my brother.”

“Good!” You put down your water.

Loki stands beside you, fuming, but determined. You hold out your hands for him and he places his over yours.

“Are you ready? I’m going to give you more than I’ve done so far. It might be too much?” he checks.

“I’m ready, Loki. We’ve been at this for months. I’m ready to start making some improvement.”

You’ve been training with Loki since you were able to stand properly and can still only summon anything here in this room with Loki next to you.

“My dear sister, it might be years before you can summon any magic on your own with any success, unless…” he stands up straight again, dropping his hands to his hips as he thinks.

“What?” you ask, dropping your own hands and relaxing your own stance too.

“I can’t believe I never thought of it before,” he confesses. “There’s someone who might be able to help us. Help you, especially.”

“Really? Who?”

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It takes a few days for Thor to set up the meeting for you. He really wants to stay with you, but you ask him to go. This is something you want to do on your own. You need to develop this skill with your own strength.

Thor can support you from afar.

Even though they’ve all praised you for your bravery and strength in getting Thor back and how it would have been impossible to break Amora’s spell without your sacrifice, you felt useless when it came to anything else.

This is how you can be an asset.

The doors of your sitting room open and you stand up, smoothing the sleek red dress. It puffs out at the skirt a little but the fabric is soft and comfortable since you spend most of your day with your babies.

Estrid curtsies for you and steps back after announcing your guest, “Doctor Stephen Strange, Ma’am.”

He steps through, confident, but looking like he wants to make a good impression.

“Doctor Strange,” you greet and step forward with your hand extended to shake it.

He surprises you by turning it over and giving you a bow and a quick kiss to the knuckles.

“Your Majesty,” he responds, a smile on his lips.

He’s distinguished looking with gray at his temples but he doesn’t look like he should have it. He’s still so young. Not too young.

His clothes are a simple set of trousers and a blazer. Not too formal but not casual either.

“Please, just my name is fine. At least when we’re in private.”

“Very well, just Stephen is fine. All the time,” he chuckles and stands by the seat that you point out before you’re sitting down again and then he takes his own.

“I’m sorry if this was inconvenient for you. From what I understand you’re usually busy protecting New York?” you ask, reaching over to ring a bell on the end table by your seat.

Estrid comes back in, “Tea, please Estrid?”

She curtsies and disappears, shutting the door behind her.

“A bit more than just New York, but I am stationed there,” Stephen agrees.

“Mmm. Loki and Thor tell me that you’re a sorcerer?”

Your probing summons another polite smile from him. It isn’t fake, but it is a little forced. He’s trying to be respectful.

“Your Majesty,” he clears his throat and says your name, “I know that you’ve asked to meet me for a specific reason. I think we can cut through all the small talk. I don’t want to sound insolent but I do have to get back to New York as soon as I possibly can. I’m not supposed to leave it unprotected for long.”

“Right, right.” You nod. “Look, I...you’re human. Loki and Thor and the stupid chick who took Thor seven months ago, they’re Asgardian. Magic is in their blood, you know? And while I was able to get Thor back, I nearly died trying to do it.

“I want to be able to stand a chance against these enemies. Even if all I do is defensive and not offensive, I need to do something. I need to be able to protect my family at the very least and my people if possible. Can you help me?”

Stephen considers you for a bit, watching your eyes specifically before he scoots forward drawing you to lean towards him a bit too.

“You know when I heard that you and Thor were getting married, I wondered how you’d two make it work. You know the whole him living for thousands of years and you only get what? Fifty? Sixty more years?”

This thought was something you tried not to think about. You’d come to terms with your mortality in comparison to Thor’s. He’d be there for you babies and that’s all that matters. You’ve accepted that.

The sitting room door opens again and you see a squirming Tavis in Estrid’s arms. She peeks in sheepishly but moves towards you as you’re already adjusting in your seat to take him.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but he’s been inconsolable. I can’t fathom…” she shakes her head, her forehead beading with sweat.

The twins are sweet but they’re also a handful.

“That’s alright, I’ll take him, Estrid.”

You take your squirming son and he settles a little in your lap but as you sit with him facing Stephen, his little hands held in yours as he kicks his feet in frustration, you notice his empty ears.

“Oh, Estrid, his earpieces are gone.”

Estrid rounds to your side and focuses on his ears to see that his hearing aids are indeed missing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t even notice,” Estrid gasps.

“Hey, it’s okay. He probably either tore them out while he was playing or they slipped off somewhere while he was sleeping. He’s just fussy without them, aren’t you my sweet angel?”

You bounce him in your lap and he mumbles and groans, his little cries of frustration echoing around the room.

“I really am so very sorry, Your Majesty,” Estrid curtsies, panicked. She’s so attached and attentive to your babies, you can see how much it bothers her that she didn’t notice.

“Estrid,” you call her back, waiting until she stops and turns to look at you. “Really, it’s okay. I’ve forgotten to check too. And he’s a baby. He won’t remember being bothered by it, okay? Please don’t be upset about it.”

Estrid looks like she wants to argue that she should have noticed but you smile at her and can see her visibly relax.

“Okay?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she smiles sheepishly. “I’ll just go check in the nursery.”

“Bring me Si as well, Estrid. I’ll need to feed her soon.”

With another curtsy she disappears through the doors.

Stephen watches you with your boy for a bit as you comfort him and when Tavis has settled a little after you press his ear to your chest so that he can hear the vibrations of your voice as you speak, you get back on topic.

“What’s your point, Doctor? Why ask me about that?” you wait, shifting uncomfortably at the sore topic.

“What if I told you that there might be a way that you can….extend your life?”

Your heart flutters, hands start to tingle, and you push yourself to the edge of your seat.

“Wh-what do you mean?” This sounds oddly like the answer to all of your hopes.

“It would take an immense amount of skill. Do you think you could handle training for what might be years of your life?” Stephen watches you, contemplating his offer.

“Is it safe?” you wonder, with your little boy in your arms, you want to make sure that you’ll be okay for him and Si.

“No. But if you learn how to do it, you’ll get your wish. You’ll be able to protect everyone you love.” he promises.

You contemplate his offer for a few long moments, your son squirming in your arms bringing your attention to his vulnerability, the fact that he almost lost you to death with Amora, and how much you want to be there to watch him grow into a man and thrive among his people.

“Can we start after Amora’s trial?” you ask.

Doctor Strange smiles “This is gonna be fun.”

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cardierreh15 · 2 years ago

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Sleeping ♦️ Diamond

Hey y’all! From this chapter forward, this fic will be a collab with my dear friend @headcannonxgalore ! How exciting right?! This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this so this will be a blast, and hopefully it’ll cause me to push the story out quicker. Anywho, make sure to read her fanfic as well to understand both point of views of this Fic. Thank y’all, so much! And I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it. All my Love 💕

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Warning 18+: Cursing , Violence , Fighting , Blood , Gore , Burning Bodies , Death , Sexual Thoughts.

Description: After days of trying to develop a plan to counter Meredith’s attack on humankind, Kassie & David have a run in with unexpected guests.

Pairings: Henry Cavill (David) x African American Plus Size Woman(Kassandra)

Special Guests: Blade (Wesley Snipes) & Reese (Blade’s Companion)

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Chapter 6: The Beginning of the End.

David was walking through a field. Much like the field that he use to run around in as a child. He allowed his finger tips to gently brush over the reeds. This place brought him great joy, so much he could feel the emotion sitting on his chest like a weight.

‘Dave!’ A familiar, harmonic voice called out to him. It was shrouded with laughter and giggles of children. His children. He looked up to see his daughter’s arms wrapped around Kassandra’s waist tightly, and his son piggy backed on her back with his arms around her neck. David smiled at the sight of them. They all looked happy. And he felt happy.

‘Dad!’ The kids called out in sync and practically jumped off of Kassie in a split second to see their papa. They wrapped their little arms around him too. ‘We—hey guys!’ He snickered and looked up at Kassandra who was walking towards the three of them in all her grace. She was so beautiful, silhouetted by the great star, she glowed like a goddess. ‘They’ve been asking about you.’ She leaned up, placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. ‘I told them you’d awake soon.’

‘How do you feel dad?!’ His little Clementine asked in worry.

He looked down at both of his children, smiling softly as he rubbed their heads gently, ‘So much better now that you all are here.’ He then looked up at Kassie who was staring at him with all the pride in the world. ‘What?’ He asked, a subtle smile curled on his lips.

‘You’re beautiful. And you’re going to make the perfect King.’ She placed her soft palm on his jaw, her thumb coming out to trace over his sweet lips. ‘Come. Look at your new kingdom.’

Kingdom? This newfound news caused his eyebrows to tug into one. He wanted to refuse and ask questions, but he would rather be curious in quiet just in case his questions were to be answered soon. With his children’s small hands in his, he walked forward — right on the heels of Kassandra. And the further they walked, the darker—stranger the sky became. It was dark red like blood. The moon was shattered into 4 pieces, but somehow still rotating together as if something was holding them there. He looked down to see the reeds, dying in real time.

‘This is it.’ There was joy in her voice. ‘This is your… our new home.’ She held her arm out, pointing towards a dark figure. It was shaped like a castle… but not exactly. The field before it, was raided by what had appeared to be two armies. One side black and red, and the other side white and blue. They were brutally fighting one another. There were bodies all over the field, blood and burning piles. He felt his chest tighten, like he couldn’t breathe. He grabbed his chest, taking a step back. He felt like he was going to have another attack.

‘Dad?’ The kids said in sync, standing in front of Kassandra now.

‘What’s wrong M’Lord?’ Kassie rushed over to him and grabbed his wrists, ‘Is this not everything you’ve ever wanted?’

‘I—‘ David’s breath was aspirated, he was struggling for air as if he was drowning. ‘I—I can’t breathe.’

Kassandra stared for a blank second before she let out a chuckle, ‘Don’t be silly David. You don’t need air. Matter of fact, you no longer have use of your lungs anymore.’

He’d felt like his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. He slowly turned his head to look at her, ‘wha—what did you just say?’ He’d figured she was insinuating that she was one of them.

‘You’re one of us now,’ she looked back at the children, who now had eyes that matched the sky. ‘One of us daddy.’ They said together, hand in hand. He stared at them in pure fear. ‘No.’ And suddenly, he was surrounded by soldiers in red and black. And some in white and blue.

‘Long Live The King. Long Live The King.—‘

David covered his ears with his hands, ‘no. STOP.’

Their eyes… all of them matched the sky’s just like his children. Though, some of their faces were more dramatic— monstrous than others. This image frightened him even more.

‘LONG LIVE THE KING!LONG LIVE THE KING!’

‘STOOOOOP!!!’

—

David stirred up out of his sleep, kicking and waving his hands as he tried to wake up from this nightmare. He sat up quickly, body completely covered in sweat. He looked around, taking in all of the details of his room. It was just a dream. He let out a shuddered breath, before swallowing his spit then standing up out of his bed.

He’d gone to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water and take his anxiety medication. He’d taken another deep breath before walking into the bathroom to wash his face. But he was immediately startled by the bright golden eyes that stared back at him. David frantically reached over to the flicker on the light switch and they instantly disappeared. He felt like he was going crazy!

‘You’re losing it, Dave.’ He chuckled nervously as he turned on the faucet. He splashed himself in the face with cold water, and used a hand towel to gently dry his face. But when he looked up into that mirror again, there he was— standing there with those bright gold eyes once again but the meanest scowl on his face. David let out a sharp gasp in shock, in fear. Before he could stumble back and retreat to his bedroom, his very own reflection reached out and grabbed him by the neck, ‘Release. Me. Free. Me.’ His voice was dark and eerie. The most demonic thing he’d ever heard.

‘Let…’ he choked, holding on to his wrist, ‘Me—‘ he reached over for the candle on the counter, ‘GO!’ And slammed it into the mirror, shattering the glass into hundreds of pieces.

—

David? David? David!

‘Wha—huh?’ He forced himself to open his eyes. She was straddling his lap, her hands holdings his shoulders as if she’d been shaking him all night.

‘Oh— thank goodness! You’re awake! I was in the living room and I was so focused on the sounds of the kids… I completely forgot to check on you. Are you alright?! Your heart rate has dropped to 30 beats per minute!’

David immediately grabbed his chest and took a deep breath, ‘I—‘ he wanted to tell her his dreams. But he was afraid it would scare her. Or somehow blame herself for all of this. It wasn’t even her fault. It was all his. ‘I’m OK. Just—‘ he swallowed his spit and looked down between them. It had only taken just now to notice that he had a stinging hard on. And she was sitting on it as if she hadn’t even noticed.

He didn’t even know what to say to her, he’s embarrassed? Oh for sure. ‘You’re kind of sitting … Um—‘ he wanted to push her off. Or keep her there. Or be inside of her. The way she looked, her thick curly hair in a bun with a few fly aways. Her wearing one of his shirts that fit like a oversized dress. How he just wanted to kiss that gorgeous brown skin. He was a throbbing mess.

And it was like she felt him… she heard his heart beat quickening the more she sat there. And finally she noticed the hard poking at her inner thigh. ‘Oh— David,’ she scurried off of his lap in her own embarrassment, ‘I’m —so sorry I just—‘ he quickly snatched up a pillow, placing it over his lap as he stood up with his hand out, reassuringly. ‘Kassie. It’s— it’s fine, really. I know you meant well. It’s just… a human thing.’

‘I—I know it’s a human thing…’ she paused, feeling so small and … naughty. ‘I just wanted to make sure you were alive… I didn’t mean to—‘

‘Kassandra…’ David said, his voice sure and calm. He tossed the pillow back on the bed. By now, his embarrassment was now gone and his enormous growth was back to normal… ‘It’s fine. I’m fine.’ He took a deep breath, pressing his lips together as he studied her. They stayed quiet for a moment, ‘You wanna go get some tea?’

‘I would love some tea.’

—

The two sat across from one another at the small breakfast table. David had slowly taken his spoon out of his mug and placed it down. His tiredness was showing on his face. His eyes were dark and sunken. Then he brought his warm cup of chamomile tea to his lips, humming at the acquired taste.

Kassandra stared at him for a long moment, ‘You need to rest, David. Besides dealing and trying to formulate a plan to diminish Meredith’s efforts, you’ve also been tending to your fatherly duties. You’re exhausted, and you need sleep.’ She was practically begging him at this point.

David rubbed at his temples and looked across the table at her, ‘I already told you Kass, we have a plan. And it’s going to work.’

‘Oh? You mean the plan with not pursuing her at all? You mean the one where we just let her do whatever the fuck she wants?!’

Startled by Kassandra’s outburst, David’s mouth slightly dropped before he sat back against the chair. ‘Hmph, it appears you’ve taken upon cursing really well,’

Kassie rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. ‘Look, sometimes not doing anything is the best alternative. I mean c’mon, Kass. Telling the world about who you are— what, you are?! In that sense, humankind haven’t changed. They will tear you apart! Take anything that may be valuable so they could get closer to what they want.’ David then let out a sigh and pressed his lips together, ‘Kass,’ he stood up and walked over to her, squatting down to her level, ‘I know her. We just have to call her bluff… she won’t hurt anyone.’

Kassie looked at him, her golden eyes staring into his blue hues, ‘I want to believe that David. But if she isn’t stopped, — bad things will happen…’

She wasn’t wrong. If David continued to push this back, people would get hurt. And then eventually those who he held dear, would be amongst those people. ‘I know you want to do the right thing. But we have to—‘ Kassie paused, her ear twitching.

‘Wha—‘

‘Shhh!’ Kassie said before slowly standing to her feet. ‘We have visitors.’ She whispered once before inhaling as hard as she could. ‘There’s another… vampire? Human?’

‘Kass, you stay here… I’ll handle this—‘ David had quickly rushed over towards the front door.

‘David! What?! Are you crazy?!’ She whispered loudly. ‘They could kill you!’

David unlocked the door, ‘It’s fine. After all, this is my fault.’ He turned on the porch light and opened the door.

‘What?! No—‘

There stood a African American male and an African American Female. He stood there for a moment in confusion, ‘May I help you?’

Before their “guests” could even introduce themselves, Kassie let out a loud hiss. Her fangs protruding from her gums, her golden eyes radiated with anger.

‘KASS!’ He exclaimed before he was knocked back with great strength. Letting out a grunt from the force, he went flying across the room, right into the glass shelves. Broken glass, wood and metal fell on top of him. He let out a weak groan as his conscience grew dark.

‘DAVID!‘ She looked over at the two intruders at the door. ‘You’ll pay for this!’ She exclaimed as she rushed them both. Until the male in all black brought up his gun and shot her right in the forehead. She stopped dead in her tracks and fell backwards. For a moment she’d thought she’d be dead, but no! Her eyes flashed open and she arose to her feet. With the silver bullet barely penetrating her flash, it did leave a little burn mark behind. She pulled it out of her skin and glared at them. ‘Is that the best you got?’

The two began to go at it. Punching and kicking. Occasionally, the female would jump in and Kassie would just simply knock her down. ‘STAY. DOWN!’ Kassie yelled at the female before she was stabbed right through her chest. She gasped, choking at the pain. ‘Haa!’ And when he pulled the blade right out of her chest, she looked at the wound. Her fingers shaking at the pain before the wound began to reattach itself and heal.

‘What the—‘

‘Fuck?!’

Kassie hissed and kicked the male so hard he went flying across the living room.

‘DAD!’ The children exclaimed as they tried to rush over to their father. ‘Babies—‘ Kassie gasped before speeding before them. She squat down to their level, ‘Wait now. There’s glass everywhere. I don’t want you to cut your feet.’

‘But dad— but daddy is hurt!’ Little Adonis said to her with tears filling his eyes.

‘Yes,’ she looked back at David who was still passed out. ‘But he will be OK. Just think about how upset your mother will be if she found out you were stepping all over glass huh? It’s OK. Everything is alright.’

Clementine looked from Kassie to the woman who was carefully helping the male on the other side of the room, ‘Who are they? What are they wearing?’

She looked behind them and swallowed her spit, ‘Uh— they’re just some friends of mine. And— frankly I don’t know. Just— that’s what they wear. Look, you two get back to bed OK? I’m going to get your daddy back in tip top shape.’ Kassie gave them a kiss on their cheeks. She then turned them around by their hands and gently pushed them towards the direction from once they came.

Shortly after, she rushed over to David who was now slowly regaining his conscious. ‘Dave?’ She pulled him up carefully, ‘Oh dear—…’ he had so many cuts on his hands, some on his neck and cheek. He had shards in his hand, arms and shoulders.

David groaned in pain. ‘Fuck. I’m bleeding.’

He was… a lot. And his blood was so damn intoxicating. Kassie could feel her throat, her stomach burning like hell. She knew the only thing would be to calm it was blood. But she couldn’t do that… not to him.

‘It’s OK… let’s go in the bathroom and get you cleaned up.’ She brushed the back of her fingers against his jaw. Then, she turned her attention back towards the man and the woman who was standing across the room. ‘I assume we have much to discuss… make yourself at home, I suppose.’ She grimaced before helping David to the bathroom.

—

‘AHH!’ David exclaimed as she carefully pulled the large shard out of his shoulder. ‘Ouch!’ He whimpered as she dropped the bloodied pieces of glass in the sink.

‘I’m sorry,’ she sighed softly, ‘Next time you’d listen when I tell you not to do something. He could’ve killed you. Probably would have if I wasn’t here.’ She cleaned off his wounds and grabbed the needle and thread.

‘Well… this won’t be the only time that I’m glad to have you around.’ David hissed with the needle penetrated his damaged skin. ‘But right now… I kind of hate you.’ The both of them chuckled as she sowed him closed. Afterwards, she coated his wounds with antibacterial ointment, and taped some gauze over them. All she learned from television.

‘Where’d you learn all of this?! You’ve seem to be doing some “studying” when it comes to cursing and first aid.’ He asked, humorously.

Kassandra giggled, ‘The TV. And… when you’re at work I go on YouTube and let it play all day.’

‘Hmph! Well, nice job.’ He praised.

‘Thank you!’ She said as she began to clean up. Then her attention was taken by the bloody glass and cloths. She wanted to lick it up. She’d been so hungry for this since the cave— it was safe to say she hadn’t had her fix. Reaching out towards the larges shard, David had finally said her name, ‘Kassie,’ and that pulled her back to reality. ‘Yes?’ She looked back at him with soft eyes, ‘Thank you… for… everything.’

She stared at him for a moment before a soft smile curled on her lips. He then walked out of the bathroom. She turned back towards the sink, the hugest grin on her lips as she turned on that hot water and cleaned up that bloody mess.

That reassurance was all she needed, to keep going. To keep striving to be better.

—

She started walking back to the living room, and David had carefully shut the door to the children’s bedroom. They walked together until Kassie stopped him, placing her hand firmly on his chest. ‘Let me talk… OK? You’ve done nothing but stick up for me since I’ve been here. Let me handle this.’

David’s eyebrows tugged together, ‘Kass,—‘

‘I’m not going to rebuttal this… you can’t protect me forever.’ She stared up into his eyes. There was an unusual seriousness behind her golden hues, and frankly— David didn’t like that one bit.

And neither did he like the idea of not being able to protect her forever.

‘Fine,’ he sighed, ‘Let’s do this then.’ And the two of them walked into the living room.

The male stood at the arm of the sofa with his arms folded across his chest. He had an unamused look on his face. Probably because he just got his ass handed to him.

The woman on the other hand, was looking at her nails, her leg crossed over the other. Her posture was straight, despite the fact that Kassie kept knocking her on her ass. But it was obvious that they weren’t just your typical vampires. Not like Meredith and her crew. New and learning. They seem to be around for quite some time. And this actually intrigued the both of them.

Kassandra and David sat down on the sofa across from them. The room was so damn quiet, it was eerie and uncomfortable. Until David decided to clear his throat.

‘Why are y’all—‘

‘Oh— no, no no.’ The male said, waving his index finger left and right, ‘You don’t get to ask questions here.’

David raised his brows in disbelief before he looked at Kassie who was still staring at the female with interest. He thought that was strange but he brushed it off and looked back ahead to the rude individual, ‘You’re in my house. I can ask any questions I see fit! Now, if you don’t like that, you can take Buffy over here and get the fuck out.’ He sat back comfortably in his seat.

Kassandra looked over at David and narrowed her eyes, ‘You must be so rude to our guests?‘

‘Rude?! You sure? They came in my house demanding answers when they haven’t even asked questions yet and oh yeah— did you forget? You had to give me stitches?! I’m not being rude, I’m just getting even.’ He then looked back at the pair that sat across from them.

Annoyed with his attitude, Kassie groaned and rolled her eyes, ‘OK. Whatever. I’d like to apologize for my partner’s behavior—‘

‘Partner?’ The woman finally spoke, putting her hand down on her lap. Then she looked back at the male. ‘I wasn’t aware vampires call their familiar’s “partners”.’

Kassandra pulled her eyebrows together, ‘Familiars? I’m sorry you’d have to explain to me what that means.’

David’s eyebrows pulled together in interest yet, confusion, ‘You mean… a vampire’s human pet? Oh no… you got it all wrong here. We are nothing like that…’

Kassandra’s eyebrows tugged into one, ‘I’m still not understanding.’

‘Basically, familiars are devoted beings that would do anything for their owners. I see them as errand boys and slaves… and pets. All because they are waiting to be like them.’ David explained further.

She made a face before turning her attention back towards them, ‘We’re far from anything like that. David does anything he wants to do. He is.. his own man.’

The male in the expensive leather grunted, ‘And you’re expecting me to believe that.’

‘Frankly, I don’t really care what you believe. It’s the truth.’ David bit back.

‘OK fellas. Enough of the bickering! I haven’t caught your names yet.’ The woman said as she stood up with her hands on her hips. ‘I’m Reese, this shrewd fellow behind me is Eric but everyone calls him Blade.’

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suckmybigtoeoikawa · 4 years ago

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I LOVE YOUR ENERGY WTF,, all of your writing is top tier omg,, i was wondering if i could request suna, semi, tendou, akaashi, and futakuchi w/ a short s/o who has like a tiny waist, small boobs, etc. except their butt is big?? like their petite and then bam big butt and wide hips?? does this even make sense?? thank you for reading this <33

Girll yessssss, I’m jealous I wish my body was like that, god daum 👴🏾

AND THANK YOU FOR GASSING ME UPP OMG 🤪👊🏾

Suna

🍃: he likes to lay on you

🍃: ENOUGH SAID

🍃: Suna is a ass man

🍃: your figure often has him confused in a good way, he likes how different you body is compared to the other girls

🍃: he’s the type to hug you while your staring and he’s sitting and he grabs you ass

🍃: he also may lay on your chest and on maybe on you butt

🍃: you guys also take a lot of selfies so yk those selfies where he holds onto your ass, yeah a lot of those

🍃: also the type to put his hands in your shirt

******

3:16 pm

You and Suna have been staying at each other’s houses back to back. This time you were at his house. I imagine that his bed is very comfy so you guys don’t wanna leave it and also it’s easy to fall asleep in it.

You usually wear hoodies whenever you come over his house but for some reason this time you were wearing a regular shirt.

“Do you think that that your a robot?” Suna asks

“Ayo what?”

“Like I saw this thing online and it just made me think like... what is I’m real and your not... you know”

“...🧍🏾‍♀️”

After a point less conversation about robots, you guys both started to drift off to sleep.

5:48 pm

You woke up in a sweat, and it was hella hot. You turn over to look at Suna and see him still rested peacefully. You look down and see that his hand was under your shirt and holding your boob.

👁👄👁

You didn’t know what to do but you decided to grab your phone and take a picture. Now whenever you show him he blushes and ask if the next time he can do it again, it’s up to you wether or not you wanna say yes or no 😌

Semi

◻️: I hate to say this so often but Semi is the type to get Jealous

◻️: and lemme just push some more publicity for my stories here 😌

◻️: so when he does get jealous best believe he’s gripping onto your hips 😌

◻️: probably gonna squeeze them to depending on how he be getting

◻️: you might have to shoo him off like

◻️: BACK 🤺 BACK 🤺 BACK I SAY🤺 BACK🤺

◻️: other than that I believe he’s pretty chill

◻️: his favorite part of you is your hips

◻️: he’s gonna use you as his personal heater, blanket, and stuffed animal

◻️: y’all will be watching movies or whatever and he’s gonna hold onto like his life depends on it 😩

*****

“You’re comfy” he says while nuzzling into your neck

“thank you” you say still engaged on the movie

Some more time goes by and at this point you the only one engaged in the movie, Semi is about to fall asleep.

“Sweetheart” he says in his raspy voice (AHHAHAHAHAHAHHHH I JUST GOT BUTTERFLIES)

“yes” you say still watching

“Can you turn over?” He asks

“what?” You say

“I said can you turn around real quick”

You turn to face him, but your body stays facing the the tv

“What do you need?” You ask

“Nooooo” he whines

“I need you to turn all the way around”

“Like do a 360?”

“No just stand up real quick”

You stand up and now your looking down at him

“Okay good now straddle me”

“But i wanna watch the movie” you say

He looks up at you with pleading eyes

“Pleaseeee, you can still watch the movie”

“.........fine” you give in and straddle him

“Is this what you wanted?” You say annoyed

“Yes” you can hear him smiling

He holds onto you with his dear life and starts to fall asleep, while you try to watch the movie almost snapping your neck 😐🔪

Tendou

💋: Simce your short yk, he believes that it’s his responsibility to take you everywhere

He may say stuff like

“Your so cute and Smol🥺😩”

“I wanna put you in my pocket 🥺”

💋: so then he thinks it’s okay to pick you up

💋: he picks you up while your straddling him so he has hands on your ass

💋: and he’s gonna take you everywhere

💋: He so happy that he’s with you

YOU BOOST HIS EGO SOOOO MUCH

💋: Since Tendou is insecure he so glad he has you to come to

💋: HIS BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND 🤪🤪

💋: he’s the type to kiss down your waist to you hips

💋: and then tell you how much he loves your body

——-

Your probably just standing in front of your bathroom mirror changing out of your shirt.

Then as your not paying attention Tendou comes up from behind you and tickles your waist.

“AHH BITCH” you scream and punch him in the lip

“Owwwww” he whines

“Oh I’m sorry 😅”

You walk him over the the toilet and you sit him down as you look over his face, it wasn’t that bad

“I’m sorry againnn” you hug him

“It’s fine”

“Well this would be a great time to talk about your day right?” You say moving away from the hug

“My day was alright I’m glad I got to see you” (literally says it with hearts in his eyes) he coos

“Aww I’m happy to see you too” you smile

“What were you doing?” He asks

“I was just trying on shirts” you responded

He then lifts up your shirt and starts the hood onto your waist

“Don’t ever let someone hurt you..okay” he says while hugging you

“I won’t” you smile while rubbing his head

He kisses you your stomach (This lowkey sounds like a pregnancy story omg), then stands up. At this point he’s looking down at you. He leans in for a kiss and smack your ass.

“Anywho, Do you think Ushi Gushi watches porn?”

Akaashi

🍃: he’s being respectful

🍃: when he looks at you ass he is looking respectfully 😅

Just very, very, very respectfully 😳

🌊: he’s the type to hold onto your hips endearingly yk?

🌊: like he would come up behind you and hug you nothing sexual unless you want it that way 👀

🌊: he’s secretly eyeing people to back away from you

🌊: and if someone talks about you

😐+🔫+👹+🦉= 🚫🧍

🌊: he’s gonna grab his ski mask, his gun, and bokuto and their off

Let’s ride 🔫👹

🌊: he may also rub his hands down your sides and then hug you

🌊: he has 1,000,000,001 ways to hug you 🤪

🌊: and a million and one ways to murk a bitch

🌊: if you ever complain about your lower or upper half of your body he’s gonna come over and hug you and tell you why you should appreciate that part of your body

🌊; he shows a lot of affection through his words and what he says he means

*****

“Baby, I feel like my boobs are small” you whine

He comes over to you and hugs you from behind, now the both of you are looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Don’t say that, your boobs are just right, you also have a beautiful body 🥺”

*********

🌊:he calls your body beautiful, don’t at me 😩

Futakuchi

🧩: he is as smooth as a cucumber 😌

🧩: he probably walks up to you and goes “damn imma smooth dude *cue lightskin lip bite*”

🧩: please beat his ass up 🙂

🧩: he’s gonna enjoy it too

🧩: I feel like when he first saw you he was like all flirty and shit yk

“Hey lemme walk you around the school”

“Uhm okay, thank you”

As soon as you turned around he was like

“GOD DAUM 👴🏾”

🧩: take all his rights away because he will be barking like a dog

🧩: constantly touch you on you ass

🧩: he’s always slapping it to and then on top of it he grips it after

🧩: and that shit hurts but he doesn’t care

🧩: also the type to fake bang you

🧩: ... in public

🧩: .... hard

🧩: like uhm calm down stop right now

🧩: just a horny bastard-

🧩: LEMME STOP IM SO MEAN 🤪🤪

********

You won’t talk to Futakuchi because of what happened in the grocery store today. You and Futakuchi were at the grocery store getting some groceries (ofc).

You were simply just walking and all of a sudden *SLAP* *SLAP*

That slap was so loud, it woke up animals in the lion king ✋🏾 the fact that he slapped both of your cheeks 👴🏾🔫

Everyone was looking in your direction but Futakuchi didn’t care he was looking at some bread

“Wheat bread or White bread?” He asks

Then later when y’all were looking for pasta, you dropped the box and went to pick it up. You did this without thinking that your boyfriend was behind you. Then *SMACK*, it sent you into the shelf a little bit, this dude really had the audacity to grab where he slapped to 😐

Which is the reason why you both are driving home in silence. It’s up to you on whether or not you accept his apology or don’t talk to him for a few days or weeks, all in the end he loves your frame so much 😩.

*********

I’m sorry y’all this took me a while I was busy with school and then I just didn’t feel like writhing but I finished it and I hope you enjoyed it 😩

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years ago

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26. I Hate This Fandom, and I Hate All of You

I absolutely stole this line from an old friend in the Glee fandom, because it’s one that I think about EVERY TIME a fandom gets on my nerves, much the way that even this fandom does and in particular Simon stans. Idk what to tell y’all if y’all feel some type of way... be better people. ANYWHO! Shoutout to my friend for a quote that still means a lot to me 10 years later. Word Count: 4119

There was a lot of buzz surrounding the mini vacation for Simon’s birthday. Their families were together in Belize. Simon’s photos only reflected Simon either being with Grace and Hazel on the trip, or Grace. For the type to hyperfixate and go through everyone’s pages, they could find entire group photos and stuff on Mr. Laurent’s and Mrs. Monroe’s pages as Mr. Monroe didn’t have social media and Mrs. Laurent’s wasn’t sophisticated (inspirational quotes and recipes and DIYs that she was never going to actually try). Simon’s selected photos always looked like professional stills of the scenery, candids and capturing all the beauty possible, while Grace took hundreds of photos of everything from hijinks and mishaps to food to selfies, and they always just looked like somebody living her best life.

But, someone asked, “Are you in Belize with Grace Monroe?” on Simon’s photo of a pair two pairs of bare feet in the dirt - one an older person, dark brown skin, several scars from previous damages and new callouses, and a younger person’s lighter brown skin and cutesy temporary tattoos on the base of their feet.

“Grounding, also called earthing, is a therapeutic technique that involves doing activities that “ground” or electrically reconnect you to the earth. This practice relies on earthing science and grounding physics to explain how electrical charges from the earth can have positive effects on your body.” Simon had put as the caption. In the same photo set, you could see an image of his own feet in the dirt, and...

“These are Grace and Hazel Monroe’s feet, right???” When they flipped through the set, there was near the end of several pictures of the landscape and sky, silhouettes of two people in the sunset - remarkably shaped like Grace and Hazel dancing in the dirt.

“OMG OGM GOM MOG MG OOMG…”

“Simon and Grace are BACK ON y’all!”

“Grace is letting Simon post photos of her! You all know that she’s very secretive about Simon these days, and now they’re in Belize and he’s posting photos! We WON everybody!”

“GRACE???”

Grace’s comments were a little bit less like that. A little bit. She had almost forgotten how “Simon’s fans” could get. She had looked up one of those “foods to order when you’re in Belize” articles and gotten everything on the list, took a photo of the table top and captioned, “About to go IN!” And less than a few moments later, had SO MANY, “Are you with Simon/Simon is gonna eat most of that/Save some for Simon/What did Simon order/So jealous that you get to eat all of that! Save room for desert AKA Simon!” That was the point where she decided to go on a comments black out. There could be no more comments on whatever photos that she took for the rest of the trip. Simon left his open, though. It blew his mind that half a year ago, people were telling him that they were disappointed in him for hurting Grace and lying about it, or that they were disappointed in him for trusting Grace again after everything, and now SOME of those very same people were extremely excited just to see them having brunch together that they were already working on wedding date headcanons and pregnancy foreshadowing. This entertained him. Grace wasn’t as much of a fan and contacted Hazel’s social media rep to ensure that any comments or questions about Simon were promptly deleted from any of her pages. Sometimes, they did that too. That was less amusing to Simon. He really believed that kids should be left out of things like that.

Simon knew that he was the reason that they didn’t last, as friends or otherwise and he had come to terms with that, but he still wanted her to be able to forgive him someday, trust him again and let him be a part of her life. This wasn’t her intention with this trip, so he definitely couldn’t take it as a sign. She was enjoying Belize with her daughter and making the most of the fact that her parents had foolishly invited him along, thinking it could be beneficial in some way. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to enjoy his limited time with her to the fullest.

Plus, he and Hazel had made some small steps to acceptance on her tour of their memory lane. Surprisingly to him, Grace was very open with Hazel about her wrongs. She did tell her about how she fought and hunted down Simon’s bullies, how she stabbed one with a fork and kept it just to remind herself of that day. She told her things that Simon never would have wanted to ever let his kids know that he had done. Hazel just hugged her, told her that she understood her pain better now and that she was proud of her for being able to be a good and strong person now. She posted something about her mom being her hero and being so glad that she had somebody like her in her life. It was really cute.

Simon went to follow her on her social media and someone even noticed THAT. “Simon Laurent is now following Hazel Monroe on like everything!” They posted with screenshots of his name following each account and an eyeballs emoji. He… blocked the person. He didn’t block people very much, but where Hazel was concerned, he didn’t want any of his stuff to bleed over into her space. Grace wouldn’t like that and he didn’t like it, either.

He and Hazel had spoken about the charm bracelet. She had been chronicling the charms with their stories, and said something like, “I feel like I’m wearing a sacred relic on my wrist.”

“Speaking of…” Simon had said, and reached into his satchel. “I made you copies of something…”

He showed her some pages of what could ONLY be two Esmoroth books and she squealed, hugged them to herself and stuck them in her own tote. “Expect my notes on them, soon.” He gave her a salute. Grace watched them interact and she couldn’t remember many moments that he talked to kids - like she had seen him at work with them and even sometimes whenever she caught part of one of his scouts things, but seeing him and Hazel sort of bonding affected her. She was equal parts cautious and soft. Simon seemed genuine though, and that only became more noticeable during the trip.

He was doing stuff like making sure she was walking on the inside when they went down streets, reflexively shielding her in crowds, helping her over, up onto stuff whenever she looked like she might struggle - things that Grace would normally do/try to do but wait it out to see if Hazel could do it herself or ask her if she needed help. Simon jumped into action and it didn’t seem to bother Hazel, so Grace was able to watch her get babied a little bit. It was cute. She snapped several photos, just for herself, though.

They got back to the villa to see that Mrs. Monroe had arranged another dinner. “This woman, I swear,” Grace mumbled. Simon laughed a little.

Mrs. Monroe announced, “We had a spa day and I got the Laurents makeovers. The three of you get washed up and dressed. The photographer is already here and I don’t want him to catch you three looking like… This.” she circled her hands at them, then waved them off.

“What… should I wear?” Simon asked as they walked off.

“I’ve set your outfits out!” Mrs. Monroe called at his back, “All of you!”

“I really feel like I’m 15 again,” Grace said shaking her head. Simon let out a grunt of agreement.

Hazel wondered, “This is what 15 feels like???” Not her 15. Grace was NEVER gonna do this type of stuff to her. But, the occasional bossiness of GlamMother Monroe would be fine. ONLY on occasion.

They reconvened with the family on the patio, overlooking the water as they were relaxed enough to not be as uncomfortable as at the birthday dinner. Hazel and Simon were talking about how far along she had gotten in his book, which she had her copy of at the table and was going over notes so far (she was pleased with where it was going and she enjoyed the angst between the Future King and the Idol Princess, “A lot more than I would have before everything I learned about you and my mom,” Grace heard her say.

“Do you want more?” Grace heard an unfamiliar voice ask.

She turned to see Mrs. Laurent staring at her with gray eyes… Simon’s eyes. Ugh… This is where he got those? She forced a smile and shrugged, “Someday.”

The woman leaned closer to her and said, “It gets tougher whenever there’s another. You have a hard time juggling the same amount of love that you have in you between more bodies.”

“I don’t think I’ll have that problem, but I’m going to take everything that the professionals say into consideration whenever I begin to think about expanding the family.”

“Simon was really easy. You just give him a little block set or something to build and he would leave you alone for hours. His sister needed constant attention. She just couldn’t stand not being focused on. I could easily leave Simon alone for half a day whenever he was 6. Hope couldn’t be left for a couple of hours, even having someone there with her…”

“Leave her alone,” they heard Simon growl at his mother in a low voice. The woman frowned and sat back in her seat. “Are you okay, Grace?” Simon looked at Grace’s hands clutching the table. She looked at them too, and released her grip, then saw Hazel, looking at her concerned and looking at Mrs. Laurent suspiciously.

“Yeah. She was just talking about motherhood.”

“About how she was terrible at it?” Simon asked.

“Simon…” Grace started.

But Hazel interjected, “Not everybody has a mom like you, Grace.”

“My mom isn’t perfect…”

“I think she meant a mom who is like you,” Simon said. Hazel nodded. “Some of us got hit a lot and yelled at, called names…”

“Abandoned in a field for days…”Hazel added. “Not to say that GlamMother was better! Just… sometimes it’s harder to trust people again, depending on what they did and well… as a mommy, doing bad stuff to your kid makes it so hard to even be nice.”

Grace nodded and adjusted Hazel’s braids. She had braided her hair whenever they were on the plane, to pass the time on the long flight. “I understand. I’ve been hurt by somebody that I thought really loved me before…” Simon blinked and turned away. Hazel gave him a sympathetic glance. Grace added, “But, I’m really trying not to be angry with them forever, and I think maybe our moms might be able to inherit a little bit of the same kind of forgiveness that we would want from others.”

Hazel scoffed, “She is definitely talking to you, Simon. There’s no way I’m forgiving any time soon.”

Simon said, “Noted,” and stared into his cup. He sat for a while longer and then took his cup and left the table. Hazel lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at Grace.

Mrs. Laurent offered, “He’s always been really sensitive. I’ll go…”

“No,” Grace said. “You… stay.” She stood up, glanced at Mrs. Laurent, slid Hazel’s chair away from her a little, basically letting Hazel know not to engage with that woman (though Hazel seemed to be the only person that the woman was kind hearted to, probably reminded her of her daughter or something). Grace found Simon pacing and clenching his fists. She turned to leave. This was a private moment, but he glanced up, saw her and stopped moving. She winced and clasped her hands together, “I was coming to check on you.” He relaxed a little and sat down on the nearby stairs.

She leaned against the rail and explained, “I’m not saying that you have to forgive your mom if you want me to forgive you. That’s not what I meant to convey. I just mean… that I try to think about things from the other person’s shoes a lot more than I used to. I remember right before I snapped, I asked my mom if you really believed all of the things you said about me, or if you were just a really good liar. I still don’t really know for sure what the answer is and I don’t think you do, either. And, whenever we don’t even fully know ourselves, how can we possibly know what others are going through? For all I know, you’re in the most pain that has ever pained anyone. I couldn’t say. What I can say is that I won’t let your pain be an excuse to hurt me, and as long as you aren’t hurting me, I see no reason to punish you.” She sat next to him. “But, maybe you and your mom can’t be like that, and that’s valid. I was just throwing something out in the air. I probably should have thought it through.”

“It’s true though. The stuff I did is just as unforgivable as the stuff she did. How can I expect you to ever trust me again when I’m not willing to do the same with her?”

“I mean… you and me are different people. You and her are different people. Not everything is interchangeable.”

“Any time I’m near Hazel, you look like at any moment, you expect me to throw her into the ocean. It feels really bad, but I get it. So… I know that she MIGHT be hurting too. It’s just… so hard. And to think that this is the way that I make you feel when I’m around, trying to pretend that I’m normal… It’s the most painful part. What can I do though? I made it this way. I did things that can’t be undone. Even in trying to rectify it, that’s just… treating an injury. I’ll never be able to remove the scars.” He had tears falling down his face, which he wiped away before she could have the chance to feel bad. “And you’re the last person that I should be whining to about it, because you’re the victim in this story.”

“A survivor,” she corrected. “Who has chosen to try to understand. Let’s give each other a little more space. We went around town, living in the old days and that maybe threw us a bit out of reality’s orbit. You were fine before we hung out..” He opened his mouth to debate, but she caught herself and corrected, “Well, not fine, but better. And… you need to get increasingly better. Until you’re well.” She got up and he watched her go back out and collect Hazel. They turned in early that night. He went back out to talk to his mom…

The Laurents were awake early and the only ones in the kitchen with Hazel whenever Grace emerged from their quarters. Mr. Laurent had made pancakes and eggs, and Hazel was stuffing her face and reading. Simon was next to her, ready to protect her, if he had to, while his mother was nursing a cup of coffee with a full, cold plate in front of her. “Good morning!” Grace cheered and kissed Hazel on top of the head, then Simon, though she awkwardly cringed after she did. He blushed, but didn’t make a big deal out of it. Yeah, she requested space, but she was also always affectionate and they had been around each other a lot the past few days.

“Good morning,” Mr. Laurent said. “Plenty of pancakes and eggs!”

“I’m having breakfast with my parents, but thank you for the offer,” she said in a fake sweet voice. “Hazel, why don’t you go get ready for the day. We’re spending it with your grands.”

“Yes!!! They give the BEST day out presents!” Grace sat down, and Simon noticed that with the off the shoulders blouse she had on, he could see the tan marks on her now even darker brown skin. He… liked tan marks. And… her hair smelled really good. Her lips looked so moist… She squinted her eyes at him and he quickly turned away and grabbed his plate and Hazel’s to clear them from the table.

“What do you all have planned for the day?” She asked.

“I’m going to take Samantha to the beach,” Simon said.

“If you can find her. I told you to keep her in her crate,” Mrs. Laurent said.

“I let her out in my quarters, not in the entire villa. She’s somewhere in my space,” he said. They had been bickering. He told her that he was trying to forgive her, because forgiving her might mean being able to forgive himself for the things that he had done. She told him that even if she tried for the rest of her life, she couldn’t forgive him for what he did to Hope… So… They weren’t any closer to whatever it was Grace was at in her growth journey. “I might do something with my hair,” Simon said, shrugging his shoulders as he washed dishes and returning his attention to Grace’s question. “Since I have that patch on the side from getting kicked in the head, I sort of want to do something Viking looking or elvish… Maybe a braid and a side do.”

“That sounds hot,” Grace said. He blushed again. “There might be something in Hazel’s Celtic book! There were some hairstyles in there. She carries the thing around a lot. Every since we found out that she had it in her DNA, she’s sorta been obsessed with Celtic history and the fact that there’s hazel tree lore is her favorite coincidence in the world.” Simon smiled and put the clean dishes away.

“She’s a great kid. You’re doing great with her.”

“It’s really not that hard. I just love her a lot and always try to give her what’s best for her and trust her to let me know if she doesn’t agree with what’s best for her… which isn’t often, at all. I worry that she sometimes maybe has too much emotional maturity. Like, if I shouldn’t coddle her a little more…” She bit her lip. “Like… how can you even tell when it’s what’s best?”

“She is happy and healthy. I trust that you do what’s best.” He cut his eyes at his mother and dismissed himself just as Hazel returned. They high fived each other when they crossed paths and Grace got up so that they could leave. She’d meet her parents elsewhere later. She couldn’t just stay in there with the Laurents, no matter how nice they were maybe trying to be.

She and Simon did well enough keeping their space through the rest of the trip. By Monday morning, when they were all back home, Grace wondered if Hazel needed a day to recover, but she was SO READY to get to school and brag to her friends about how she had been given drafts of the next two books of Esmoroth and how she wouldn’t tell them what happened and they would be SO jealous and think she’s SO cool. “They might even think that I’m lying. That’s why I have photos of me and Simon, with both of the drafts. They’re gonna be extremely, extremely envious.”

Grace laughed, “Why do you want your friends to be envious?”

“Because, that’s how you know it’s the good stuff.” Hazel still had her braids in. They probably wouldn’t last as long as that style would in Grace’s head, but Grace estimated she still had a few weeks before they would have to take them down. Also, Grace noticed that after giving Simon the leaf in her hair whenever they went to get on their planes home… She hadn’t replaced it. She put in one of her leaf clips and almost left the door without Grace! Grace caught up with her and the girl was as lively as ever. Grace didn’t have that same enthusiasm.

The weekend was exhausting for her. Seeing her parents wore her out. Seeing them, the Laurents, and specifically Simon? She was about to sleep this entire day, until it was time to meet up with Hazel afterschool. Back in her own bed, with her own energy in her space, her own schedule and company (or lack thereof) it was great.

Simon had went live while he was working on styling his hair, to clear up all of the rumors about he and Grace rekindling their romance, which essentially boiled down to, “Grace and I are not together. We aren’t even friends again. The Monroes were nice enough to treat my family to a vacation for my birthday. I love, admire, adore, worship, would die for Grace, but I’ve done too much stuff for her to ever trust me again and I have to be okay with that, so all of you should be, too.”

Grace didn’t know until Hazel told her that Forgive Him Grace and Groveling for Grace were a thing. She watched the video and was amazed that they had taken his words and decided to do the complete opposite, because of course they did! She merely made a post, with no tags or links that said, “I hate this fandom, and I hate all of you.” Some were in the comments laughing, because they knew exactly what she was talking about. Some were asking her what fandom it was and offering words of kindness. Some were just flooding it with those stupid hashtags.

Simon messaged her to apologize and insist that he didn’t mean for THIS to happen. She turned it into a video call, which he immediately picked up.

“Your followers have always been a very… special kind. Unreasonable. Stubborn. Obsessively defensive, even when you absolutely don’t deserve it.” He looked embarrassed. “You trained them too well. Jeesh.”

“They’re literally a little cult on the internet,” he said.

“Yup. They better not be bothering my baby.”

“No. I shut that shit down the moment I see it. I actually pinned an exile list to the top of my pages specifically for that.”

She checked and saw “For troubling Hazel Monroe, you will be exiled and your name will go upon this wall of shame.” It was followed by a list of names of people he blocked and at the bottom, “Leave her alone or you won’t be welcome here.”

“This is kinda adorable,” she said. “I love how you are with her. It means a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me, so she does too,” he said. She bit her lip and blew air through her lips. He smiled. “I love that you still do that. I was counting the similarities and differences.”

“I’d love to hear what you came up with!” She said.

“Okay. Similarities: You still do that brrrr thing with your mouth when you’re thinking or uncomfortable. You still play with people’s hair as a show of affection. You playfully tugged on Hazel’s braids so many times! Your feet still bother you… though they seem to be giving you more trouble than before. You still try to play nice with people and speak sweetly… Differences: You’re more confident. Not that you were insecure before, but you used to care what people think about you and now, you just don’t. It’s really sexy.” She blushed. “You’re independent. You don’t need anybody else and you used to always want somebody around. Like, you love Hazel and keep her close, but I can tell that you also allow her freedom and don’t demand her obedience like your parents did to you. And you’re… everything. I can’t believe that I convinced myself that you were nothing. You’re everything, and I would do anything for you.” They both just stared at each other a while.

“Well… That’s a nice thought. I’ll think of you if I need anything.”

“Or if you want anything…. Anything at all, Grace. I swear.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to you soon. Get your followers together!”

“I’m on it,” he said and rested his chin on his hands. She exited the conversation and took a deep breath. She didn’t know what he meant by any of that, but she had a feeling that it would be clear soon. Simon never made a declaration that he wasn’t going to come through about. Even “new” Simon.

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Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 501

We’re back again for another season of men never having to demonstrate any personal growth on screen because the writers don’t feel like that’s important to show and instead force the audience to just forget everything that previously happened because look! The characters, who aren’t real and are just what we write them to be, are all cool now so why aren’t you? #BadFans

As a standalone episode/series premiere of a new show, this episode was really good! I enjoyed it a lot, with some obvious exceptions. As the season five premiere of a show with a long history? What the actual fuck, why do you keep doing this, writers?

In season one, Jamie beats Claire, never actually apologizes for it, and we’re expected to be like oh lol it’s cool now. No worries.

In season two, Jamie takes his pants off with some prostitutes while his pregnant wife is at home, blames it on his “mission,” and we’re expected to be like oh lol it’s cool now. No worries.

In season three, Jamie is an asshole and a half to Claire when she gives up literally everything (including their daughter) to come find him and knowingly marries the woman who tried to have Claire killed because of one dance with random children at a holiday party, and we’re expected to be like oh lol it’s cool now. No worries.

In season four, Roger is a rancid garbage heap to Bree all season and is only begrudgingly down to stay with her as if *he’s* the one who’s been wronged by her, and Jamie literally sends a guy into what he thinks is like certain death/slavery without getting any real information, and we’re expected to be like oh lol it’s cool now. No worries.

So watching this premiere, I was not at all shocked that there was a convenient time jump where everything was so handily worked out off screen and we’re all super cool now, and Jamie thinking Roger isn’t good enough for Bree is played for a joke instead of being THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH. #BreeDeservesBetter

Anywho, onward under the cut because I’m back on my drunken bullshit.

Ooo, a rape warning before the episode, starting off very on brand for you I see, show.

Fuck them very much, again, for including that very unnecessary story line in the first place.

I miss Scotland, y’all. Also, young Murtz can get ittt.

So can old Murtz.

#TeamMurtz

This bit though with wee Jamie made me feel feelings. Jamie and Murtagh’s relationship is literally one of my favorite parts of this whole damn show and saving Murtagh was the best adaptive choice these fuckwads made.

Unpopular opinion alert, but I actually really like the new credits music. I will always like season one’s the best, but this one is up there.

Also, am I a giant weirdo for being happy that even though they change stuff in the credits all the time, they keep in the shot of Claire’s legs running from the pilot? Idk why, but I’m like sentimentally attached to that shot.

Also, that is a fucking microscope I see in the credits, are we gettING SCIENCE!JIZZ?!??!?!?!

SCIENCE!JIZZ! SCIENCE!JIZZ! SCIENCE!JIZZ!

“Careful, or ye’ll lose yer head.” And we’d all be definitely super sad if that happened. Yep, can’t have that. #TeamCutthroatRazor

Jamie threateningly shaving and insulting Roger is the fandom minus the stans who for some inconceivable reason still like that fucker.

Seriously, fuck Roger. Jamie is apparently the only one who hasn’t gotten amnesia about how terrible he is. I guess it’s because Jamie has been really fucking terrible many times and like recognizes like.

I fucking love that Murtz made Bree’s ring. Makes it more meaningful than the random trinket Roger picks up at the Gathering Without End in the book. Like Claire’s Lallybroch key ring was more meaningful than the book!ring. Fuck the show for ditching the Lallybroch key ring because tHe BoOk RiNg Is WhAt FaNs LiKe. No. Stop. Bad choice.

The aerial shot going over the big house makes me hopeful that this season won’t be as fucking claustrophobic as last year. Because seriously, we can all tell you’re still in Scotland. Doing a whole season in basically closeups doesn’t make it seem any more North Carolina-y.

CLAIRE MAKING BREE’S DRESS AND GETTING TO BE THERE FOR HER DAUGHTER’S WEDDING WHEN SHE DIDN’T THINK SHE’D BE ABLE TO GIVES ME ALL THE FEELINGS! CLAIRE DESERVES ALL THE GOOD THINGS! I JUST LOVE CLAIRE A LOT OK! SORRY NOT AT ALL EVER FUCKING SORRY! #BeauchampBrigade5Eva

Bree’s dress is fucking gorgeous. I lowkey like it better than Claire’s.

Da!Jamie on his something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue quest is fucking adorable. He also never thought he’d get to see this one of his kids’ wedding so yay for him too.

“And we’re giving her away to a man who loves her.” “Oh.” “What? You doubt his love?” “Um, I’m sorry, did you SEE all last season?! Did everyone else get amnesia?!”

Also, bullshit about Roger being terrible aside, this right here, with Jamie and Claire actually talking to each other in an adorable and snuggly way. Like being all close and cuddly and shit. THIS IS MY SHIT. When we all bitch about wanting more Jamie and Claire couple stuff and the writers are all like “but the sex doesn’t advance the story” it’s like no you fuckwits, we don’t always mean sex! Sometimes we mean sex, because sex is important in their relationship (and sex does not necessarily equal nudity), but most of the time we mean SHOW US THAT THESE PEOPLE LOVE EACH OTHER WITH THE SMALL CUTE STUFF LIKE THIS! I’m *rull* curious to see how much more of stuff like this we get this season now that Balfe and Heughan are producers. Balfe especially, considering how dirty they did Claire last season...

DA!JAMIE AND ANOTHER OF HIS KIDDOS! Da!Jamie being sappy and sentimental at his kids’ weddings is 100% my jam.

HIS FACE WHEN BREE SAYS JE SUIS PREST MAKES ME FEEL ALL THE FEELINGSSS.

MOM AND DAD ARE AT THEIR LIL GIRL’S WEDDING AND MY SKIN IS CLEAR AND MY CROPS ARE THRIVING. Except that one weed over there in the groom’s place that just won’t go away.

I am so fucking glad they did away with the Gathering Without End. I swear to fuck 17% of a book that’s just like camping and periods and breast milk is aggressively not my jam.

Unfortunately the groom being a douchenozzle is not a legal reason to object to a wedding. But it really should be.

Fersali being all snuggly and cute during the vows is fucking precious. I love Fersali. Protect Fersali at all costs.

I’m ok with playing Jamie and Claire’s music over Bree and Roger’s wedding because like, this is the culmination of all the shit that Jamie and Claire went through together and I’m all for making stuff just about them, haha. But otherwise, weird choice to not give Bree and Roger their own theme?

Also, I get that it’s a better choice to have a character we already know and have established stakes with be here to do the red coat stuff, but loool at the thought of the fucking governor coming to this random backcountry wedding. Tryon, buddy, I get that Murtz is your white whale, but you look obsessed in a bad way, bruh.

GERMAIN!!! I FUCKING LOVE GERMAIN! I FUCKING LOVE THAT JAMIE TALKS SHIT ABOUT PRESBYTERIANS TO GERMAIN! GIVE ME ALL THE SASSY SMOLS!

“Some of us like to think before we act.” Oh fuck all the way off, Roger. ALL THE WAY OFF.

“There was me thinking that you were just trying to shut me up for a minute.” I mean, that was an added bonus, Rog.

Sophie has really gotten so much better at acting. She’s always such a goddamn delight on press tours and I’m like *rull* glad to see her growing into the role.

Lizzo/Flute Lady from the Wedding Band 2020

I 100% wanna chill with JQM and Fersali. This squad of cool kids seems aggressively more fun than the dancers.

Oh Isiah Morton. If only you could keep it in your pants.

I LOVE FERGUS WITH MY WHOLE HEART.

I LOVE MARSALI POSSIBLY EVEN MORE.

GODDAMN IT I JUST LOVE FERSALI SO FUCKING HARD.

Seriously, the sass and theatricality and sarcasm of Marsali Fraser. I stan. I fucking stan.

Also I 100% kept reciting “To sit in solemn silence...” through that whole scene. Once a theater kid, always a theater kid.

Don’t be a buzzkill, LJG. I love that posh nerd. Except when he’s being a fucking creeper about Jamie to Claire.

“Mistress, can I dance with the guy I thought raped you because he was such a twatwaffle?” “Sure, Lizzie, go for it! Because we’re all friends now.”

We’re just leaning in on the dad stuff this episode. The hot dads of Riverdale should form a gang with the hot dads of the Ridge just for kicks.

Obligatory fuck the writers for including Bree’s rape. Since they did though, good on them for showing her PTSD. Although fuck them for including such a graphic flashback. Much like the choices they made in the season one finale, it centers the rapist and the act more than the survivor.

Can this please be the only Fred reference this season? Also love to lightly joke about an emotionally abusive asshole who treated Claire like shit and used Bree as a weapon against her. Claire, being the bigger person she’s always been, will obvs not speak ill of Fred to Bree (unlike how Freddy boy undermined Claire in front of Bree), but Bree is now aware of just how shitty Fred was. Even if he wasn’t overtly shitty to her, her still being all lovey about him, knowing what he did to her mother, is lowkey super fucked up. “Well I know he was shitty to other people, but he never did anything to me” is never a good look.

Bree hugging Jemmy, oh man, I just wanna give her a hug and tell her everything’s gonna be ok.

Jocasta is still trash (there’s no such thing as a benevolent slave owner) but this Murcasta scene is a goddamn delight.

OK BUT NOW I NEED FAN ART OF MURTZ AS A FAIRY KING!

Roger singing to Bree is cute and all, but then using the music for the whole montage is cheesy af and I don’t think I like it.

Is that Arch and Murdina I spy there in the crowd?

Marsali is literally the most fertile woman in the Colonies.

Grannie and Granda trying to get it on veryyy quietly so they don’t wake Jemmy is fucking adorable as shit and I lowkey love it.

Awww, poor LJG. I ship Lord John with someone who actually loves him.

Ok I get Murcasta having to break up because of his regulator stuff, randomly introducing Duncan Innes is a fucking weird choice.

Maria Doyle Kennedy really was the fucking perfect casting choice.

Oh hey, Josiah Beardsley. I was hoping they’d cut out the whole thing with the Beardsleys and Lizzie, but honestly, I’ll take that silliness over Emo!Roger any day.

Good on Jocasta for being a clever MacKenzie, but fuck Roger for only doing the right thing when he’s insulted into it. TL;DR: Fuck Roger.

Is Gerald Forbes going to randomly turn into Neil Forbes at some point like he does in the book?

DOCTOR CLAIRE FOR THE WIN GIVE ME ALL THE DOCTOR CLAIRE.

Srsly, I am here for Jamie shitting on Roger at literally every opportunity. Preach, Jamie. Preach.

“I’ll leave you to yer patients. And to wage war with your wee invisible beasties.” Seriously though, this is my jam. This playful banter. For so much of the series, it’s been like do these two even like each other? Because the writers kept trying to make the show into something it wasn’t. Politics, war, characterization flipflops and assholery FoR tHe DrAmA. It was so hard to see why Claire would ever pick this guy. I’m very cautiously optimistic that more shit like this will be peppered in this year because dammit, this is why we’re all fucking here.

“Then ye must find yerself a lieutenant.” Can it be Marsali? Please? Can Marsali be Claire’s lieutenant?! Because cutting the whole Malva bullshit would be ideal. And Fersali gets so sidelined in the later books that I’d fucking LOVE the writers to make changes so they can be more centered with the rest of the fam. And I am fucking obsessed with Claire and Marsali’s relationship. Marsali is the most Claire Jr. character in this whole damn show and I WANT THEM TOGETHER IN FRONT OF MY EYEBALLS.

Roger pricks his index finger but smudges the blood on Jemmy’s head with his thumb. Not the takeaway of this scene at all. But since I don’t like Roger, that’s my bullet for it.

Also I love that they switched the whole raise a militia thing to a hunt for Murtz & Squad rather than needing to do it because some randos are somewhere doing a thing and then lol jk they left so you can all go home like it is in the book.

Totally called it that they were going to combine the two bonfires and that this was when the kilt was gonna make its triumphant return.

Also I fucking love that it’s the music from Je Suis Prest during the scene when Jamie puts his kilt back on.

And thank fuck they didn’t put any dialogue/voiceover in this scene when Claire sees Jamie. It’s so much more powerful without it.

Aaand we’re burning a cross. At least they were smart enough not to burn a Roman cross, but they’re still burning a cross instead of just doing a bonfire. The scene could be just as powerful had it been adapted to not have a burning cross. Fuck them, tbh.

Remember that time that fuckwit Roberts tried to be like oh we’re not *really* burning a cross so we’re not racist but we’re not gonna address it directly because lol out fanbase is fucking wicked conservative and also a fucking cult who will yell at us for changing anything.

Because seriously that twatwaffle really tried to pretend like a celtic cross isn’t a religious symbol so they’re not having a KKK rally in this white supremacist hellscape. FUCK THAT GUY FOR BOTH HIS SHITTY DECISIONS AND ALSO FOR ACTING LIKE WE’RE ALL FUCKING IDIOTS.

BuT hIsToRy AnD tHe BoOk! Fuck that. Do. Not. Burn. Crosses. But they showed a lynching last year for the sole purpose of showing the shocked white people, so of course they fucking burned a cross.

Jamie being both himself and Colum from the Gathering in season one at the same time is a fucking sight to see.

The look on Knox’s face is *chef’s kiss*. Bruh you don’t even *know* who you’re dealing with.

Aaand in a move that is not at all shocking, Roger hesitates *again*, when Jamie extends his hand to him. Fuck, and I cannot stress this enough, that guy. I get that he’s untrained and scared or whatever, but buddy you deal with that shit tomorrow. You don’t fucking leave Jamie hanging when he’s doing this big theatrical thing in an effort to fucking save his land and tenants. Ugh.

FERGUS, SON OF HIS NAME AND HIS HEART! Jamie and Claire’s first kid getting the props he fucking deserves. ILY SO MUCH FERGS!

Marsali’s face when Fergus goes to give his oath. Just the pride and love there. I JUST LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH OK.

I appreciate the commitment to the shitty green screen of that titular Ridge, haha.

That is a *rull* phallic rock in your circle, Murtz.

BUT...ALWAYS TAKE A MURTAGH! *cries*

This is a real gut punch of a scene, tbh. It’s 100% the right thing to do, but damn, right in the fucking feels.

This episode, with my selective amnesia activated per the above lol, has me more hopeful for how a season might be than I’ve been in a while. But this feeling has consistently been crushed in the past. Here’s to hoping the show finally stops doing us dirty!

#*#outlander starz #outlander 5x01 #drunj!der yells about outlander

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stannabethchase · 4 years ago

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pjo/hoo characters as among us colors + how they play (a definitive list):

percy is dark green, obv bc of the sea etc. the superior color, 10/10 not just because it’s my go-to lmao. i feel like dark greens a pretty neutral color but slightly better at imposter than crewmate, but gets shit done pretty well either way. goes for dark blue or cyan if he can’t get green, and matches cowboy hats with annabeth but might wear the cheese hat when playing alone.

annabeth is white. just her aesthetic, and closest to grey for wisdom, athena, etc. she’s definitely binged game theory videos and will win as imposter or crewmate every time, but has the best imposter strats and will not hesistate to kill/frame you. same vibes as that guy on tiktok who’s an absolute god at among us, dream energy for y’all who are on minecraft yt. facilitates discussion and is crazy convincing either way. goes for black or blue if she can’t get white, twins with percy on the cowboy hats. percabeth is defo EXTREMELY competitive w each other and fucking terrifying when they’re an imposter duo.

grover is lime, if nothing else for the nature aspect, but i also think lime green + dark green make a good team, ie percy and grover’s friendship that rick still hasn’t acknowledged but iTS FINE he’s definitely a hell of a lot better at crewmate than imposter, and prob genuinely feels bad for killing folks. has the sprout hat (or the goat horns as a joke) and plays as yellow orange etc as fruits if he can’t get lime.

hazel goes for yellow bc i feel like yellow is almost never imposter and just kinda vibes in the background, not super active in discussion but can kill a bitch if necessary. bad bitch vibes, probably goes for purple or cyan if she can’t have yellow. DEFINITELY has a witch hat for #jokes and you CANNOT tell me that she, annabeth and piper (+ percy on occassion) haven’t recreated the tiktoks where the witches chaotically run in circles around dead bodies. immaculate vibes all around.

jason’s cyan because i fucking hate cyan and his eyes + the sky or whatever. noob energy even though he’s played a lot but he’s got the spirit. better as crewmate than imposter but not amazing at either (sorry to come for you like that my guy), and he probably goes for blue or yellow if he can’t get cyan. does not wear a hat, or goes for the toilet paper to match w piper’s plunger (see below).

piper’s blue or pink (sarcastically ofc), i can’t really articulate it but those are just the vibes. she’s decent at both imposter and crewmate but has a knack for imposter, esp when teamed with percy, leo or annabeth. wears the toilet plunger hat and goes for black blue or pink.

frank is red bc red is always imposter but shit at being imposter, and i feel like he wouldn’t know how to play all that well and just do it for fun w his buddies. red can usually be pretty aggressive in chat but we’re gonna ignore that bc my king would NEVER. idk why but he probably has either the chef hat or toilet paper, and goes for brown or dark green if he can’t get red. also probably gets killed first or voted out first, but we still have to stan x

ok i hate to be basic or whatever but nico’s always black. he doesn’t get it, he dips from the lobby and joins another. good at imposter and pretty good as crewmate, can usually find liars. i also feel like he’d be a lil trigger happy w the vents but never gets caught bc he’s experienced in shadow travel lmao. definitely has the same energy as those plague masks so that’s for sure his hat.

reyna’s purple bc she’s hella roman, absolutely fucking terrifying as imposter, esp when teamed w annabeth or jason, and usually facilitates discussion in chat. wears the knight helmet as a hat, and goes for black if she can’t get purp.

leo’s orange bc ✨fire✨ and he probably wears the scream mask. absolute fucking chaos as the imposter, and acts sus for no reason as crewmate. ok at both, may be slightly better as impos. goes for red or brown if he can’t get orange, name is prob festus or some shit lmao.

anywho these are the colors they’d use, i will not be taking criticism at this time. for all you connabeth shippers, conner and percy would 10/10 fight over dark green to impress annabeth, and yeah❤️ hope y’all enjoyed

#percabeth #percy and annabeth #pjo text post #pjo hoo #nico di angelo #annabeth chase #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #jason grace #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #praetor reyna #reyna avila ramirez arellano #leo valdez #grover underwood #connabeth #among us

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wherearemyglassesbro · 5 years ago

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Some idea I found in my drafts and decided I need to post cause I haven’t posted actual content here in a week... :’)

ANYWHO a Fruk thing I’ve been thinking about lately is...neighbors. Or like, they live across the street from eachother. And Arthur’s mum just ADORES Fran, she thinks he’s a great influence on her boys and she’s always happy to have him over cause the Kirkland bunch and Fran (and his lil sister) love to play together!!

As they get older, like late middle school, Art will come home from soccer/football practice and hes all gross and bruised up and. And. Mrs. Kirkland is in the kitchen with Francis making dinner >:( ‘Mum!!! Stop inviting him over without telling me!!! It’s embarrassing!!’ ‘Oh come on dear! He’s such a sweet boy! He’s staying for dinner so go wash up! He helped me make beef stew, isnt that nice!!??’

Art and Fran both will just walk into eachother’s houses to hang out. Of course they started off as friends but then they start holding hands *gasp* and...dare I say...Cuddle? The first time they did that was freshman year, they curled up in Fran’s basement and watched Hoarders. It wasn’t a very romantic show but they very much enjoyed holding eachother beneath the blankets!

^When Mr. Bonnefoy came down to get Arthur the boys JUMPED apart like HAHA nothings going on yup just normal friend activities...They weren’t fooling anyone

They started going to homecoming together and going on dates that weren’t really dated but definetly could be called dates and oooooh boy they had their first kiss together under the bleachers after Fran’s tennis game :) he lost! But! The kiss made it feel like a win!!

By 11th grade they start spending the night at eachothers houses and keeping changes of clothes, toothbrushes, combs, cologne etc in eachothers rooms. Nerds. They just!! Fell very hard for eachother and their parents were supportive ahjsosb just something soft and nice ahhhHHh

Fran gets voted prom king and Art’s happy for him but after the whole ceremony thing Fran comes over and assures him ‘Aw, it’s okay, you’re the real prom king in my heart!’ ‘Okay charmer, enjoy your moment of glory cause I’m ready to ditch this joint and go get some chicken nuggets’ ‘You know what? That sounds like a great idea’

^^^^^before prom Mrs Kirkland took thejr picture and cried happy tears cause she loves them so much. The older Kirkland brothers tease Arthur to no end for being a momma’s boy but oh welllllllll oh well!!!! It was hard for Art AND Fran not to cry seeing her cry lmao

They get married right after college and get a cute lil apparent and a cat :)

(( Idk where I was going with this but it’s unedited cause I don’t have time ahhh I hope this is okay! Love y’all!! It’s midterm week! ))

#Just some fluff...something NICE #no angst today exams got me :(#hws france #hws england #fruk #ukfr #hetalia #aph #hetalia headcanons #always up for hc requests #ask away #ask away!#aph france #aph england

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madsmikkelsenschesthair · 5 years ago

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Blood of the Dragon ch.13

Björn Ironside and Freyja/Reader aesthetic 💕

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any(?)

A/N: Y’all I’ve been so busy with work. It’s taking up too much of my time but I’m back for a bit. Anywho, I don’t have the “Keep Reading” line thing because I’m on mobile. Hope you understand.

Björn ate breakfast with his brothers and Aslaug in silence. His mother returned to her earldom while he stayed behind in Kattegat and settled here with a woman named Torvi who already had one son from another earl. It had been almost six moons since he last saw Freyja and it still hurt to think about her, nothing could fill the hole she left behind.

“When will Freyja come home?” Ivar asked breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Aslaug and Björn’s eyes met both of them thinking the same thing. “It will take awhile for Freyja to return” she answered and reached for more bread “she is living with her father now and as customed, she will taught the Westorosi ways and one day she will invite us to her coronation”

The cawing of a raven made all of them look up, it was perched on the windowsill flapping its wings, on his claw was a scroll. Björn shot up from his seat and took it, the wax seal of a red dragon visible. His brothers and stepmother stared at him. It was Hvitserk that noticed the red seal and he was on his feet, his face excited.

“Is it Freyja? Read it aloud! No, let me read it!” The rest of his brothers soon joined in his excitement, all of them crowding around their big brother except for Ivar who struggled to get up until Björn motioned him to stay seated and sat next to his younger brother.

“To the sons of Ragnar and his wife” he began to read aloud, “we hope all is well in Kattegat and you are well with health. I write good news. Ragnar Lothbrok has been found” He frowned. His father had been in Westeros this entire time, Björn looked at his brothers and stepmother and he saw they were all thinking the same thing he was. “He was held hostage until his captor, Renly Baratheon, was killed by Her Grace Y/n. I would like to know if you want to send for him, Ragnar wishes to go alone but he is no condition to do so. Signed King Rhaegar Targaryen First of His Name”

The very thought of returning to Kingslanding after so many years, made Bjorn both nervous and delighted. Nervous because he would be reuniting with his father but delighted because he would be seeing Freyja again. At the bottom of the letter in her scripture it read, Much love and kisses from your beloved Freyja.

Bjorn couldn’t wait to see his Freyja. He had so many stories to tell her and many presents to gift her. To be fair, Björn was more excited to see Freyja than his own father, as bad as it sounded.

“Can we go with you?” Ubbe asked, his brothers stared at him hopefully.

“I’m afraid not. This will be a long and dangerous journey. You all need to stay here with your mother”

Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd’s faces fell but Ivar didn’t hold back from expressing his disappointment. “But we want to see Freyja. We haven’t seen her in almost a year!”

It was true. Freyja would be growing more, her loveliness blossoming and growing into her woman’s body. Has her attitude changed? Was she still as wild as ever or was she being trained in the lady arts like the highborn she was? His brothers and Freyja had been close since infancy, one look at their eager expressions and Björn’s eyes went to his stepmother.

“Can they come with me?”

Aslaug smiled, shrugging. “I don’t see why not? These few months will be lonely without my sons but I cannot leave Kattegat. You may go” The boys let out cheers of excitement and began to talk about the gifts they were planning on taking to Kingslanding. While his brothers went about Kattegat searching for the finest of things they had, Björn wrote to his mother asking if she wanted to come and to King Rhaegar notifying him they were on their way. A few days later, with his mother, her people, his brothers and their people, Björn set sail to Westeros all of them eager to see the little princess again.

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Freyja and her stepmother were in her room braiding Freyja’s hair, she had said she didn’t want the usual Southern braids Freyja had seen the ladies wearing but simple ones. Cersei had agreed, she placed the golden circlet on her head and smoothed her hair, Freyja’s face went bright when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

“I look like a princess!” She grinned, her smiling eyes going to her stepmother. Lately, Freyja had been spending more time with her stepmother and father. Cersei taught her how to behave, walk, and talk like a queen and even once invited her to have tea with her and the ladies in waiting. Freyja sat up straight, nibbles on her food, and made polite conversation. At dinner time though, Freyja always caught Ragnar staring at her as if he was waiting for something to erupt out of her like lava, fire and ashes. It was strange.

Cersei kissed her hair, “You are a princess and one day you will be Queen”

There was a gentle knock on the door and her stepmother went to open it. It was Maester Luwin red faced and breathless from running up the stone steps and he was holding a scroll tied in a white thread. “From Björn Ironside, Your Grace” he said and then bowed his head when he saw Freyja, “My Princess” Cersei’s once bright and warm face turned sour and cold. She snatched the scroll from him. Freyja was nearly in tears, her Bear had sent a letter in return.

“I thought it was His Grace that wrote that letter not me” she snapped, nearly ripping it open. “So why is it you’re handing it to me, Maester?”

Maester Luwin bowed his head again apologetically. “My apologies My Queen but this letter is not addressed to you or the King but to the princess”

Freyja quickly jumped from her chair. “I shall read it then” Her stepmother sucked in her lips but she handed her the letter. The girl unrolled the parchment paper and began to read with eager eyes.

‘Sweet Freyja,

we hope that Kingslanding welcomed you with open arms and you are enjoying your new home with your Father. A lot has changed since you left but that is a conversation for when we arrive. My brothers and I will be sailing for Westeros to see you and fetch Ragnar. We will be reunited once again, my sweet girl.

Much love,

Bear’

Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them back, a smile spreading to her face. “They are on their way here”, Freyja rolled the paper again and handed it back to her stepmother, “they will be here in time for Yule”

Cersei and Maester Luwin gave each other confused looks and then stared back at her. “Yule?”

She nodded. “Winter Solstice. We celebrate the coming of winter and give thanks to our god Odin. Don’t you celebrate, stepmother?” Freyja winced. She had forgotten how different these Westerosis were to her people. It was a silly question now that she thought about it. Their confused expressions didn’t go away. “It is the longest night of winter and we put up wreaths, mistletoes, and decorate trees, we give each other gifts, sing songs and in the morning as the sun goes up we ring bells to scare away the demons”

Cersei glanced at Maester Luwin and then smiled again at her stepdaughter. “That sounds like a lovely tradition, little dove but we don’t celebrate Yule”

Freyja’s eyes lit up again. “Maybe it’s something I can share with my people. Something from home to my new home. You will love it, Stepmother”

The Queen agreed that she would and ordered Maester Luwin to find out whatever he could about Yule and its traditions. Freyja ran to her little stepbrother and told him about what a wonderful new holiday they will be celebrating. Uncle Tyrion managed to find some books about the holiday and from there they began their preparations. Freyja ran up the King’s towers all excited to tell her father and Ragnar about her plans to introduce such a festive holiday, she was about to knock on the door when Ragnar’s desperate voice stopped her.

“I need you to help me on this journey, brother” he said. “I need a few of your men. I want to go to England”

Rhaegar sighed. “Why do you want to go to England? What unfinished business do you have waiting for you?”

Ragnar went silent, thinking hard probably about his next words. Freyja gently pressed her ear against the door to hear better. “I just...have to go to England...I cannot say what it’s for but I also want my sons to join me”

“I cannot help you if you can’t tell me why you’re going to England” Rhaegar’s tone went stern and sour, “I am not risking the lives of my men for unknown reasons”

“I risked my life for yours. I took your child and kept her safe!”

“We were at war with Robert Baratheon!” Her father shot back “I was usurped! My crown ripped off my head, my only heir in danger with a dead wife! Completely different situations!”

Freyja’s body froze and her mouth went dry. Her father continued, “You wanted to die with me in war! You’re not a war with no one but yourself. I can see right through you Ragnar Lothbrok”

The men were silent and Freyja wondered the same thing her father did; why did Ragnar want to go to England? A chair scraped the floor and footsteps were heard walking to the door. Freyja quickly went back to the stairs and made it seem she was just walking up when Ragnar opened the door. His face expressionless but it immediately went up in surprise when he saw her.

“Little dragon! What are you doing all the way up here?” His anger and request forgotten.

Freyja managed to fake smile, “I wanted to tell my father about Yule, I’m introducing our holiday to the Westerosis”

Ragnar touched her braid, his fingers then traced her golden circlet. “What a lovely idea” he kissed her head, “By your leave, my lady”. Ragnar walked past her, defeated his eyes telling another story. The joy of introducing the holiday was gone and Freyja was left alone confused and staring at the dark stairs.

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Word of a new holiday spread fast and it didn’t take long for the little princess to decorate the castle with wreaths, ribbons, pines, mistletoes and the sweet scent of what she called “Yule log”. A rolled chocolate cake with sweet filling decorated with two little leaves and two “red berries” as little Rob called them but these berries were to not be eaten they were only for decoration.

The preparation for Freyja’s fourteenth nameday also began in the midst of all of it. The finest dressmakers in Westeros came to Kingslanding with designs carefully packed in their trunks, lords and ladies from different lands arrived except the little princess’s mothers family and another family called, “Tyrell”. Freyja was on her best behavior, surprising her father and uncle, she courtesied like the princess she was, ate like a Queen, and only stuck her tongue out once at her ugly uncle. With all the excitement there was still a tug in Freyja’s heart whenever she looked around for Ragnar and could not find him. Fenrir was a great comfort and little Rob but Freyja wanted to see Ragnar’s smiling face, laughing at anything “heathen” she would do.

One very early morning she woke up to a pounding at her door and in came her ladies in waiting along with her stepmother’s ladies. Fenrir barked angrily, Freyja held him back by his fur.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped and the ladies only bowed apologetically. “Have you forgotten who I am?!”

“Forgive us Your Grace,” a lady answered and the others went to her trunk or her wardrobe, “but the Vikings have arrived”

Freyja let go of Fenrir and pulled away the covers off of her, a burst of excitement flowed through her veins. “They’re here?! Are they really?”

The lady nodded. “Your father Freyja climbed out of bed in such a hurry that she almost forgot her stepmother’s and Septa’s lessons. Her whole body shook and her face hurt from smiling, the ladies could only give each other side glances. She couldn’t wait to hug her boys she had so much to tell them, so much to show them. As soon as they were done Freyja didn’t wait for anyone else, she told Fenrir to follow her and the pair ran down the stairs Freyja clutching Thor’s hammer in her hand. All those lonesome feelings and homesickness came back to her.

Her family was waiting for her at the docks, from a distance she saw many, many boats sailing their way and Freyja recognized the shields and colors. Her stepmother’s face was hard, little Rob looked frightened and hid behind his mother’s skirts, Viserys didn’t want to be there, her father looked noble and welcoming as always but once again no Ragnar.

“Why are you so happy?” Little Rob whispered to his stepsister.

“My family came back to me” she answered with a grin on her face.

Little Rob’s face went from frightened to confused. “But we are your family, Y/n”. His septa shushed him before Freyja could answer. Her smile started to fade, her King Father noticed and it broke his dear heart.

Björn and his mother looked at the small figure with white hair standing next to the queen. A dark shadow sat next to Freyja and it took Björn a moment to realize that it was her direwolf grown up with his puppy phase gone. He wondered if Freyja’s curiosity and wildness left her. His little brothers were in awe at the beauty of Kingslanding and very excited. They were also fighting over who was going to hug Freyja first especially Sigurd and Ivar. Shoving each other to the point where they were going to throw each other overboard. Björn put a stop to it before it got dangerous.

The ships docked soon and Freyja could no longer contain her excitement, she took off in the direction of Björn and Lagertha ignoring her parents protests. She would get a scolding later but right now she did not care, she jumped into her Bear’s waiting arms hugging him like her life depended on it.

“Sweet Freyja, little dragon, you have grown so much! Look at you! You’re becoming a woman!” Björn exclaimed hugging his child tighter.

Lagertha smiled at them and wrapped her arms around them both, the boys joining them. Freyja felt like her whole world lit up again, she was reunited back with her boys, with Lagertha and their people. Home came to her, and she was smiling tears falling down with a familiar tongue speaking to her. The tongue of the Norsemen and their Gods. She hugged all of them and never wanted to let go, her family came back to her and watching with disapproval next to Rhaegar was Ragnar Lothbrok. His reunion with his sons and ex wife would not be so welcoming.

Björn, a man known for his strength, was crying. His little Freyja was no longer a child but he held her like she still was that same little girl that danced with him during feasts. Or the one that welcomed him every time after a raid like now; running to him and hugging him.

The princess was surrounded by so much love from her boys and Lagertha, all of them asking questions.

“Why haven’t you been writing to us as much?”

“You’re a princess now! Do you have a room to yourself?

“Is it true your wolf attacked your Uncle?”

“You’re as beautiful as ever, will you dance with me at your Nameday feast?”

“Do you still pray to our Gods?”

“Are you still good with a sword and ax?”

“Are they treating you well?”

Hvitserk couldn’t keep his hands off of her hair, it felt softer than it was back when she lived with them. Freyja blushed at her boys, they were so handsome and taller now especially Hvitty. His touch made her blush. Ivar grew envious of his brothers.

“Come” Freyja said and took Lagertha’s hand, “we must go back to my family. They are waiting for you.”

@mellxander1993 @faeeiiry @blonddnamedhandz @-thatgirloverthere- @lettersofwrittencollective @weirdpotatosstuff @shelbi-percifull @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction @colie87

#blood of the dragon fanfic #game of thrones writing #game of thrones and vikings #game of thrones imagine #vikings writings #vikings imagine #vikings fanfic #hvitserk x reader #ivar x reader #sigurd x reader

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bean-n-shroob · 4 years ago

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The Origami King Review/Opinion

(I sorta hate that it has the word The in it cause when I did impressions or this review, it sounds strangely official)

I’m gonna review but if people don’t want spoilers here’s some Pros and Cons that I felt

Pros:

+ Music is fantastic! I love how the battle theme changes with every area/sub-area you go to.

+ Writing is good, it gets you invested in enough to sorta care. Humor is top notch as expected!

+ Olivia is a sweetheart! I love her so much and how she’s so marveled by everything.

+ Boss Battles are fun to figure and deal with.

+ Finding Toads is actually kinda fun, I enjoy figuring out where they’re hidden

+ Badge system is intriguing if not a bit clunkly put together (sorry, this is suppose to be Pros)

Cons:

- Regular Battles get old quick if puzzles aren’t really your thing and its a bit too easy to just not depend on the coins, thus making them pointless.

- Story sorta flops, it starts strong but then just sorta fizzles and all we got left is... fun experiences (I know this sounds like a Con, but while the experiences are fun, it is disappointing the story sorta flops hard)

- Character Design is very meh. The most well written character can’t save it from its extremely generic design

- But also Olly is not... that well written... so...

- Partners and Vellumentals are kinda under utilized to a disappointing degree (baby steps, baby steps ugh)

Anywho, that’s all my feelings (that I can remember and feel I can say without spoilers)

6.5/10 (I’ll explain the scoring under the cut)

Spoilers Under Cut

Hello and welcome to the Spoiler Bits of this Review/Opinion

Buckle in, this is a long one

Now y’all may be a bit curious as to why, with so much big things (music/writing/bosses/Olivia) being good and so little being bad, why a 6.5/10?

Well, I felt a 7 was too generous and would make people think “Oh, its good!” but a 6 is like “Eh... its mediocre” and a 6.5 is more like a “Its Good, But” and I feel that But is important! I know how this may sound, but TOK could’ve been WAY better and Chapter 2 was an example of how good this game could’ve been!

You know how people always bring up Huey, or the “Morton Leston” joke, or the “I would do things that would raise this game’s rating” line as examples as why Color Splash is actually really good and we’re all in denial?

I feel Chapter 2 will be that for TOK and its all because of Bobby! I like Bobby, I like Bobby a lot! I wish he stuck around! I loved how he and Olivia interacted together and how they formed a bond!

But

I sorta hated how overall useless he was to the action and adventuring. He’s the most useless partner that somehow leaves a deep impression on the player!

He leaves such a deep impression that I don’t think anyone noticed how badly written Professor Toad was! He was such a let down as a follow up to Bobby! And worst of all, he was like way more useful than Bobby! He can dig holes, he can wipe out a whole role of enemies, he has a function outside of battle and story.

Seeing how useful Professor Toad was, sorta put into perspective Bobby and his eventual sacrifice to save Olivia (I told ya this was spoilers). He just dies, in a shockingly emotional moment, giving a speech about how Bomb-Ombs live relatively short lives and are always trying to make the most of it.

Wow... I really wish Chapter 6 didn’t have a segment where you were half hazardly shooting bomb-ombs out of a cannon, cause otherwise, this could’ve been way more impactful!

But it also made it seem like "we can't make Bobby too useful, he's gonna die. So just keep him extremely simple and useless in every other aspect of the adventure, besides story."

I don’t get how TOK started out so strong! The intro and Chapter 1 introduced us to the basic loop how what we’d have to do and how stuff will play out and Chapter 2 took that and showed us how far we could go with this loop and how involved the world will be with this loop!

Only for Chapter 3 to just give up on everything and give us 1 expansive dessert to explore, a very one note partner who doesn’t leave a lasting impression, a boring quest of solving an ancient riddle and a very annoying boss dungeon segment that went on longer than it should’ve! And above all else, a very half-assed excuse for why he won’t be joining your journey! Especially since Chapter 4 doesn’t have a partner!

Chapter 4 feels like an overly-long intermission of Mario n Olivia’s adventure to Chapter 5. Legit the purple streamer of 4 could’ve been the green streamer of 5 and it would only flow just a little bit less smoothly. Chapter 4 has this weird send off to the Vellumentals, with the boss dungeon being a mixture of the last 4 Vellumental chambers you’ve explored. Which feels out of place especially since there’s like 2 more chapters of stuff happening afterwards! And like a thunder elemental like boss fight in 5 but I guess they just couldn’t be bothered to create a Thunder Vellumental fight to tack onto the story and just gave it to this Origami Sumo Bro! Okay!

And then the Bowser Castle segment is right when they decide to get creative with enemy encounters, but only 2 enemy encounters (you can fight these two multiple time if you’re neither a chicken nor annoyed with the battle ring system) but then just stop right after cause Scissor makes cut out soldiers was the only excuse why that happened.

Again... I like TOK, I do. If I didn't, I'd rate it a 4 or 5 outta 10. I'll talk about the good, I will, but lemme just rant about 1 thing first! Its actually 2 rants but its gonna be about 1 topic I'm rather passionate about.

Character Design

I hate how generic the Legion of Stationery are! Once again, Chapter 2 wins by giving Rubber Band a very unique design, but everyone else is so generic looking! Remember how I said the personalities couldn't save them from their generic design? The Legion have such fun personalities, its so tacky and fun! But I cannot get over how it contrasts with the fact I'm staring at an object hoping in place or wiggling or jiggling as they talk! It kinda sucks, honestly!

I wish these guys had more creativity behind them, and truth be told it wouldn't have bothered me had Rubber Band not been an outlier! Why them and not everyone else! Its baffling!

But above all else, the worst offender, is the Origami Craftsman! The dude who folded Olly! Is a TOAD! That's it! A toad in an apron! WHY

And I get it, there's story reason behind it! Olly wants all Toads gone cause they all look alike and thus everyone reminds him of the Craftsman who wrote (a very touching message) on him!

And that SUCKS!

(uh oh, i forgot about Olly and his terrible terrible motive to be evil)

Speaking of Olly! Remember when I said he wasn't well written? Well besides being an evil prick who enjoys messing with the heroes (i dont mind that, evil just to be evil is fine), it sorta randomly just comes up that he hates Toads near the end! It just comes up!

And I THINK it was suppose to be hinted at by the fact all the Toads gets attacked and folded by Paper Macho and Folded Soldiers. But my problem with this is:

1. Would they have been daring as making Folded Toads as enemies? Thus the lack of Folded Toad enemies should've hinted at this

2. The enemies were origami version of Mario enemies! So enemies still being enemies but folded would've just strengthen the fact we'd be fighting bowser minions again, making the previous Toad hint moot.

3. Toads have always been in peril in previous PM games so the fact they're in peril again wouldn't have been a point of interest!

I GUESS the fact Folded Peach specifically asks whether Toads should be silenced could've hinted at this, but people just took it as "hah lol Toads annoying" and not "oh, this villain has a thing against toads~". Its just, who else would the villain have pointed out? There's only Toads here! Maybe if there was a bigger variety of npcs and we saw other npcs either becomes folded soldiers or be spared from the folded attack, we could've wondered "hey, why are only the toads getting stuck in places?"

But we don't!

Anyways, huff! Lemme count all the good, spoilery things in the game (that's not in Chapter 2) to end on a good note

I love how Olivia is so sweet, no one could bring themselves to be mean to her (except Olly), even Kamek has a hard time being mean cause she's so bubbly and caring (except for that weird bit in the forest where Kamek had to be all rivalry about it but I digress)

Bowser backtalking Olly was very funny, I loved it a lot!

The fact Olivia asks Olly to come to his senses before Mario smashed his face with the Olivia hammer (i need to specify this cause otherwise it'll look like Mario interrupted this scene with a hammer smash but no, Olivia fully knew her hammer weight was gonna fall on Olly's face and just gave some last words of pleas before not even letting him respond) I loved that.

I liked how sweet Olivia was to Luigi despite how much he kept screwing up (i forgot to rant about that but tl;dr, he's a bit of a buffoon and its a bit annoying) i thought it was very touching how Olivia kept rooting for him regardless.

The Tape talking like a Gangster was actually really funny, I liked that a lot.

Bowser's pep talk to Olivia was very funny, it was basically "dont be sad, look at me, my muscles are massive and I can punch through walls!"

As jarring as they were, I actually liked a lot of the singing and dancing that occurred through the game.

Olly having his own color scheme for his Vellumental forms was super cool!

The ending was really touching. Olivia wished for all of Olly's creations to be undone, and because you find out in Chapter 4 that she's also a creation of Olly, she is undone too. And they don't spell that out! You just find out she's not around and connect the dots. I think that was very well done.

And these are some of several reasons I liked TOK and why I couldn't rate it lower than 6. It has a lot of things that just doesn't live up to Chapter 2 and its disappointing to realize halfway through that the game peaked in Chapter 2. Its so weird, they showed us how good it can be and then never lives up to the expectationd set by Chapter 2. I wish it did

Thats why I rate it a 6.5/10

#The Origami King Spoilers #The Origami King #review #opinion #mod speaks

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orangeeu · 5 years ago

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A GUIDE TO TOO’S CHAN

Heya! Here’s my essay about why you should stAN TOO’S CHAN!

SO! I recently stanned TOO because of their legendary Rising Sun cover in Road to Kingdom and because of the man, the myth, the legend… CHO CHANHYUK! Yeah, if you watched the performance already you may know who I’m talking about, but in case you don’t or you just didn’t bother to instigate in some intense kpop boy stalking (but why wouldn’t you?), I’ve made a guide for y’all!!

//Ahem A GUIDE TO TOO’S CHAN / CHANHYUK!

(Oh, and btw, no, I didn’t just copy and paste this from kprofiles.com - I added some extra facts and actual, CONCRETE reasons as to why you should stan him!!!)

‘KAY, ONTO THE GUIDE!!

[BASIC INFO aka boring (but important) stuff lol]

Stage name: Chan

Birth Name: Cho Chan Hyuk

Position: Main Dancer, Rapper, Producer

Birthday: December 8th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 180 cm (5’11”)

Blood Type: O

Nationality: Korean

Element: Fire

YAY! BORING STUFF OVER!! Now here’s some insight on some Chan only tingz~~

[FUN FACTS]

He ranked 2nd place on the survival show that TOO was formed from called, To Be World Klass (DESERVED)

He has an older sister

Introduces himself as being “all-rounded” WHICH IS TOTALLY TRUE! He can rap, dance AND produce!!!

Motto: “Let’s move smartly”

He is a former SM Entertainment trainee

He dropped out of high school

HE HAS A TATTOO ON HIS LEFT FOREARM AND BACK!! It’s hard to see them but alas! I’ve found a Twitter thread exposing his rad tats!: https://twitter.com/CHANHYUCKlE/status/1264654817261125632 From what I can observe, the one on his forearm is of a whale and flowers, and the one on his back is of flowers?? (He even once said that he hopes to get another tattoo on his waist!! YES PLEASE SIR)

He is left-handed

He and Chihoon are producers/rappers for the dance group CUROHAKO. They actually have a Youtube channel and Chan is in two of their videos!!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uhq2pJA6oQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgTT4bBGI78

His favorite colour is black

His favorite emoji is the fox emoji

His favorite food is sushi

His favorite movie is called ‘About Time’

He can freaking guess pizza by its scent!! This was so cute tho, please watch it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZHi8aNDTuc

He ripped his pants during a stage but said he was fine with it as long as it’ll get his group views LMAO

His dancer name is K!ZAROO (but I don’t know if he still goes by it)

His Myers-Briggs personality type is ENTJ (extoverted, intuitive, thinking, judging); natural leaders brimming with confidence and charisma. They’re determined when faced with challenges and thinks strategically in order to achieve their goals. You can read more about his MBTI here!: https://www.16personalities.com/entj-personality

Part of the self-proclaimed, “sexies” sub-unit consisting of him and Chihoon

He was chosen as the most fashionable member in the group

He used to have a lip piercing (I don’t know if it’s closed up by now or not)

He hates fluorescent lighting

AYE-- I wish I had more, but that’s all the facts I’ve found about him so far! I’ll update this in the future once TOO ages like fine wine..!

Here are scientific reasons as to why you should stan him!!

[WHY YOU SHOULD STAN]

IDOL TRAITS (why you should stan him as an IDOL):

1. DANCE

His dancing! He’s not the main dancer for nothing! His movements are smooth and natural yet aggressive and passionate..! His strongest point is free styling! Whenever he free styles, you can tell that he’s simply vibing and embracing his element. It’s obvious that he really loves dancing and that he practices a lot.

People say that he’s similar to NCT’s Taeyong or that he’s “the next Taeyong” but I couldn’t disagree more.. Chan is his own individual with a distinct and unique dancing style. He’s NOT “the next Taeyong”, he’s Cho Chanhyuk!

Sorry, I just get a bit annoyed when people say things like that.. Anywho, here are some videos of Chan being a dancing legend.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLBYBAT1gGg

https://youtu.be/TWiyBUBL3A0

https://twitter.com/chanhyuckie/status/1265174013032034306

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZdxA2kewsg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8Eg6AuiNxc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TIR0W0YPLc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QrJ3cCBuzA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GFU0f5xKPs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CdHHqH51gg

https://twitter.com/i/status/1272322590854590465

WATCH THIS ONE ESPECIALLY!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnx8pmtUwWo

2. RAP

Tough tone that’s got its own colour! Also really good at free styling his rap!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o72hX8R28fo

Chan’s free verse and him bopping with Lil Pump and the bois.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-elXeK0qYf8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lEetiEqvDI

3. PRODUCE

HE.PRODUCES.HIS.OWN.DAMN.SONGS!! It’s actually very difficult to produce music as it takes a lot of patience, knowledge and creativity! Pretty sick beats with more rad raps! Here’s his soundcloud!

https://soundcloud.com/canigetyourchan

Hope he releases the rest of his works!

4. CHARISMA

A born performer! He never fails to give me goosebumps!! Chan is just mesmerizing when performing, he’s like a magnet.. It’s hard to lose sight of him on stage because he stands out so much! He’s an expert with facial expressions and consistently makes sure to fully immerse himself into the performance; it’s his expression of self which makes him shine so brightly on stage.

PERSONAL TRAITS (why you should stan him as a PERSON:

1. PERFECTIONIST

A visionary and true tireless idealist. For most people, being a perfectionist isn’t an ideal trait, yet I still find myself respecting Chan for being one. He’s critical when it comes to creating the perfect performance and works really hard to achieve results which reaches his (high) standards. I think that’s pretty admirable - the fact that he puts his blood, sweat and tears to put on not only a good show, but one that exceeds standards for our sake, his own sake and the rest of TOO’s sake.

2. PASSION

I think that the thing that I adore about him the most is his passion. As I mentioned before, he absolutely loves dancing. It’s refreshing to visibly see an idol enjoy themselves on stage. Chan doesn’t just perform, he lives. When he’s performing, he loses himself in the thing that he loves doing the most and relishes the moment like there’s no tomorrow.

3. DETERMINATION

Even if Chan isn’t the official leader of TOO, his leadership qualities are quite prominent. He’s determined to reach his goals and get through challenges no matter what. Taking initiative, he leads the group in dance and assists others when they are struggling. This can be seen by observing World Klass clips of the boys practicing All You Need Is Love - when Chan noticed that Chihoon was having difficulty with the choreography he called him over and helped him with it. Another example is when they ranked last place in Road to Kingdom and Chan, motivated to do better and prove TOO’s capability of rising up the ranks, thoughtfully assisted in planning their performance and concept and rigorously practiced while leading the others.

4. CREATIVITY

Idea bank! As an artist myself, I marvel at Chan’s creativity. The concepts and choreographies that he comes up with are astounding and prove to have super effective results! He actually came up with the Rising Sun concept in TOO’s Road to King performance. Because they watched the sun set from the rooftop, Chan was inspired to make their concept about them being rookies and rising in the music industry like the sun!! Say it with me: Chan swollen brain, Chan inflamed brain, chAN GINORMOUS BRAIN!!!

Overall, Chan, despite his appearance of being intimidating, is actually a real sweet guy that smiles and laughs easily. He’s a soft boi (especially for Chihoon) and likes to initiate skin ship. Members actually stated that Chan likes to act cute and even refers to himself as ‘Chanhyukie’!! So please don’t be fooled by his cool guy demeanor, he’s a squish if you take a closer look..!

Wow, that was a LOT of writing! That aside, here are some random Chan stuff!

[ MISCELLANEOUS]

Predebut Chan pics: https://twitter.com/c12c8h__177o/status/1265420652011417601

PREDEBUT CHAN IN BOY STORY ASDFGK (if you squint you can find him in the crowd starting from around 2:48. He’s the one with the yellow hair and sunglasses): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klg8niUUjRQ

Cute clip from World Klass of Chan being all cuddly and cute with Kyungho!: https://twitter.com/i/status/1265176511146934273

Absolutely no context: https://twitter.com/CHANPlCS/status/1264522391008481280

E-BOY CHAN: https://www.tiktok.com/@too_offcl/video/6824848435217304837 https://www.tiktok.com/@too_offcl/video/6819342086857313542 https://www.tiktok.com/@too_offcl/video/6817551314097016069 https://www.tiktok.com/@too_offcl/video/6788981280240454918 https://www.tiktok.com/@too_offcl/video/6784186996119145733 https://www.tiktok.com/@too_offcl/video/6769724996559310086 https://www.tiktok.com/@too_offcl/video/6767461954127744262

Saranghae saranghae saranghae Chan dance tutorial uwu: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9F4kQoaMljI

Chan humoring some fans: https://twitter.com/i/status/1249025324689453056 (scroll down below the first Tweet)

Chan English king: https://twitter.com/i/status/1251600155578494976

A cutie: https://twitter.com/i/status/1248594397056217088

Chan recommended this song! It’s pretty good so give it a listen!: https://open.spotify.com/track/7iooxPmnLY6wZynSplHUah?si=fBa5ppR0Qd-klOLa9tvnbA

O-kay! I think that’s all the Chan content I have for now! Once again, I’ll update this occasionally while on my journey with TOO! Don’t forget to stan Chan and TOO! Hope this has convinced you!! If it did, then please reblog this to spread exposure for Chan and TOO!

Before you go, please go watch their debut song Magnolia, thank you! Have a great day!

(P.S., IF YOU FEEL LIKE THERE’S SOMETHING I SHOULD ADD OR CHANGE THEN DON’T HESITATE TO NOTIFY ME, THANKS!) 💖💖💖

#cho chanhyuk #chanhyuk #chan #too chan #chan too #too #too kpop #kpop too #kpop #please stan chan #you won't regret it #i promise #eeeee #he's great #tbwk #wk #world klass #toogether #to be world klass

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kpoptionate · 6 years ago

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got7 ➾ boyfriend!yugyeom

got7 masterlist // official masterlist

08.03.18

requested: anon: hello, if you’re not too busy with the other requests and you have time can you please write the boyfriend yugyeom au? thank you i hope you enjoy your day !

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long, but here it is ! i hope you enjoy it, thank you for requesting <3

mark // jaebum // jackson // jinyoung // youngjae // bambam

______________________________

there are like. no. good yugyeom gifs. i’m suing

k i m y u g y e o m

sdufhjidfs

this boi makes me feel so many emotions

so you hung out with the guys p often

you were good friends with them

but ot6 friends

bc one of them always ignored you

you thought he hated you or something

like every time you walked in everyone was like “hey y/n !” but he was like “haha no”

so you kinda just had to make do with what you had

on his side of the story, he was just too nervous to be around you and didn’t want to sit there and look awkward

whenever you asked one of the guys what was up they just kinda laughed it off which was kinda suspicious

so they always tried to get him to talk to you but the boy’s stubborn

eventually bambam just told you

like “hey yugyeom’s got like the biggest crush on you btw”

i can imagine that in his accent uWU but this isn’t about bam

so he went up to yugs and he was like “hey i told them btw”

and yugyeom’s just

fucked

so he ignored you even moreeee

like you didn’t see him at all for at least a week or two

you’d had enough

you caught yug in the practice room and he tried to skrt skrt outta that bitch but you were like “hol up hol up hol up mister”

and you sat down like a parent and talked to him about his behavior

he tried to keep quiet but he eventually broke and just spilled everything out

“truthisy/niactuallyreallylikeyoubuti’mtooshytostayaroundyouidon’thateyouicouldneveri’mjusttooafraidofembarassingmysel—”

surprise surprise you cut him off

with

kiss !!!11!!1!

when you pulled away he was blushing

and you were blushing

and you were all like i like you too yugyeom

then y’all kinda just . . .

stood there . . .

awkwardly smiling at each other . . .

bc neither of you knew what to say

then he just burts out with

“cANIBEYOURBOYFRIENDPLEASEI’LLTREATYOULIKEAQUEEN/KING”

and you nodded

like yes treat me like the queen i am

after a moment he wrapped you in a bear hug and gently shook from side to side

he had that smile™ on his face

and went “nhnnhnnnhnnn” in a cute voice

he’s adorable

que the guys squealing behind the door like children

okay that was the worst thing i’ve ever written, let’s move on to something better please

loves kisses !!

l o v e s !!!!!11!!1!1!11

also loves cuddles !!

l o v e s !!!!!11!!1!1!11

he could do it all day

especially if you’re smol, he loves engulfing your body

whether you’re smol or not you’re gonna get engulfed tbh

obv prefers being the big spoon

wrapping his arms around your shoulder or waist

and depending on that his head will either be on your head or shoulder

also likes your head on his chest

or his head on your chest

or lap

or stomach

just likes touching you in general

while he’s lying down he likes playing with your fingers

and kissing them

sometimes licks them too ? like a cat

calls you things like sweet cheeks and snookums

gets extremely embarrassed but lowkey loves it when you use pet names around the guys

like “i love you my gyeomie bear” or sumn stab me please

y’all are so fucking cringey it hurts

dates with him include going to walmart and sitting in the basket of big ass teddy bears

you know those videos of people pushing other people in the shopping carts and they end up running into something and falling over and knocking the whole stand down

that’s you two

piggyback rides down the road with ice cream cones dripping on each other but it’s okay bc you can shower together later

him pushing you off the swings then getting scared that he actually hurt you

fancy dates aren’t really a thing with him ? he’s p casual

shoe shopping ?

i feel like he just really likes buying you shoes

also jewelry

he’s kinda specific

loves it when you wear his clothes

mainly his sweatshirts like is that even a question literally nobody asked but okay

also thinks it’s super cute when you walk around in his shoes like a little kid ? like you bust alllllll his uwus

likes staying at home to watch dramas

we all know he loves them

it’s his second favorite thing to do

you being the first ;)

anywho

he loves just chilling at the dorms with you all day binging dramas

usually the guys come in and join y’all which kinda bothers him bc ??

they’re always ?? all over you ?? he just wants time by himself dammit

onto that note

he doesn’t get jealous v much, but sometimes the guys get too touchy

‘specially bambam and jackson

like he trusts him and all but he should be the only one allowed to touch you, yknow ?

not that bam or jackson touch you inappropriately

just that when you cuddle with them he wishes he was the one you were cuddling with

so he’ll get all pouty and sit by himself in a corner until you come collect him

like you can literally almost see a rain cloud above his head oml poor baby

definitely gets a puppy with you at some point

like even if you don’t really want to bc he’s already a big one

if yugyeom was a dog he’d be clifford no other species

he would probably pay attention to it more than you tbh

he thinks it’s cute when you get jealous

but makes up for it with kisses and stuff

ima try to keep this short since i always get too excited at this part and make it too long so i have nothing else to write bc it’s all in my boyfriend!aus bUT

okay so he likes to cup your face when he kisses you

and moves his hands around to the back of your head and run his fingers through your hair as he brings you closer

comes off as a little submissive at first

like whimpers when you pull his hair softly ?

or when you bite his bottom lip and slip your tongue past them

but lemme tell you hun he’ll end that shit real quick

carrying you up to the bedroom and flopping you down on the sheets and crawling on top of you

as the kisses start to become more passionate he’ll press his body closer and closer to you

and when you raise your hips up to him he’ll buck down on you

i’m telling you this boy can get you off quick even just grinding

like i know you’ve seen the way he moves them hips boiii

can you just i m a g i n e oh my god

he’ll drag his hands up your shirt and take it off in one swift motion

trailing kisses and leaving marks from your neck down to your waist

this boi

knows™

how to use his mouth

like holding your thighs down as he relentlessly goes down on you

again, loves it when you grab him by his hair to push his head closer

“you’re getting so unraveled with just my tongue, do you really think you can handle my cock ?”

i’m so sorry i’m bad at dirty talk askfksksjsksjks

when he actually goes down on you

bOIIIIIIIII

again, hips

he rolls them

he’ll try to kiss you but he’s moaning too much

i feel like he whines and whimpers a lot ? not in a submissive way but just

jdkhsakjfhds

y’all probably go at it for a whileeeeeeee

like til you can’t move your legs anymore so you have no choice but to stop

afterwards he’ll brush the hair out of your eyes as he picks you up to the bathtub to give you a little bath

which may or may not result in picking back up again oops

overall he’s a cute childish lil dude

he loves you, he does

tbh you’re probably one of his first serious relationships since he’s so young and he’s been in the industry since he was a teenager sooo

take care of him please ! he trusts you won’t mess it up

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shreddedparchment · 3 years ago

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A Wife for Thor Pt.29

The Golden Arrow

09/04/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 6,204

Warnings: language, violence, danger, blood, jealousy, character death, angst, TW blood

A/N: This chapter! I swear, it’s gonna kill me. Anywho, not much to say except I hope y’all enjoy! Lots of small good things and some big big big things. Let me know what y’all think! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Please DO NOT repost or translate my stories onto any other sites or blogs!

REBLOGS are always welcome!

The trek through Nornheim isn’t easy. In full armor it’s even more difficult.

Your Asgardian companions and Steve are fine and make the journey easily from city to city.

Although, city is a term used loosely in this sense. Most of these inhabited places, while beautiful, are more rustic and the buildings are made of thick trunk and root fibers that are pulled from the massive trees around them and shaped to grow in certain ways.

The coolest ones are the ones on the outside that overlook the waters below. They’re shaped like mushrooms growing on tree bark but you can see light and movement inside the openings that are windows and doorways. Wooden platforms and bridges connect all of the higher buildings to those on the lower levels and the docks for boats line the perimeter.

You’ve never seen anything like Nornheim. The entire world is green and murky. The smell is thick but fresh at times. It reminds you of that earthy smell right as it starts to rain when the first drops hit the soil and the smell of an old building left to age and decay.

While there are a few areas where you can walk on solid ground like the spot you’d camped in when you’d woken up, most of the planet seems to be covered in water. It’s marshy with trees so tall you can’t see the canopy, only the diffused pale light that seeps down from the sky above.

Lush green surrounds you along with the thick and sturdy wood of the trees. Moss grows on massive snaking roots that had actually been your bed when you’d woken up here.

“You should wait out here with Her Majesty,” Sif tells Steve and Bruce, who is the only other person that’s been struggling with the unfamiliar terrain.

“More than happy to,” Bruce says and moves to sit down on the mossy trunk that you’ve all been taking a break on for the past hour.

Like you, Bruce is a little overwhelmed with being on a completely different planet.

“She’ll be safe,” Steve nods, then reaches down to offer you his hand.

Irritated, you look at Sif and Loki who sit across from you in the boat you’d just climbed back into expecting to head into the city in the distance. There’s a large split in the massive trunk and you can see a fire raging within as the sky above grows darker and the lights in the mushroom houses windows come to life.

“Why can’t I come?” you whine, not liking being left behind.

Hearing the information they get with your own ears gives you comfort.

“Let’s be cautious,” Loki warns. “The trolls in the last settlement nearly started a riot.”

He’s right, obviously. The natives are huge humanoid beings with skin that varies from a pale green to a dark olive in tone. They have massive horns that stick out of the top of their heads that jut out forward and then suddenly curl upwards. They remind you a little of Loki’s helmet horns. From their mouths protrude two sharp tusk-like things that you aren’t sure if they’re teeth or not.

They all wear earthy toned armor with bones crafted into their belts onto jewelry like thick necklaces, bracers, and weapons although the obvious soldiers wear metal armor over their bulging muscles.

They look very tribal to you, with tattoos in stunning white ink. You’ve found yourself often wondering what the patterns on their skin means. Do their tattoos have special meanings?

While they are scary at times, like at the last stop when they’d taken offense to you as a Midgardian for some reason, you still would prefer to be there.

They’ll be a little more resistant to attack if just us Asgardians go in.”

Your mouth pops open and the weight of his words surprises even you. You set your jaw though, and frown.

“I am Asgardian,” you huff quietly, hating the implication that you aren’t.

Loki blinks, realizing he’s hurt your feelings before moving to sit closer. He takes your hand and places the other over it.

“Of course you are, but you are also human and the Nornheim populace can smell that. You are weak in strength and these trolls only respond to strength. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m sorry.”

His apology only helps a little and you look at Steve who still has his hand extended out for you. You reach out and take it, pulling yourself out of the boat carefully.

Once out you go to Bruce and sit on the soft moss beside him, back to the boat, Loki and his rude Asgardians only attitude.

He calls your name, realizing maybe your feelings are hurt more seriously than he thought, but you don’t turn. You’re already worried about Thor and how long this is taking, though Sif has assured you that it hasn’t even been two days yet.

Almost, but not yet.

“Come on, Loki, the faster we go the faster we can be back,” Sif urges him and it sounds like she has to physically pull him away before he budges.

It takes only a few minutes for them to be out of earshot.

Finally you turn to look after them and find Loki glancing back every now and then.

“I’ll scout the area, Your Majesty,” Heimdall tells you gently and you watch him go, disappearing into the green and brown around you.

“He didn’t mean anything by it, you know?” Bruce says, his voice tired from staying up so long. "Not that I'm some sort of Loki expert. He and have never really seen eye-to-eye, but from what I've seen, you bring out the best in him."

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh. “I’m a little sensitive right now, I guess.”

“That’s understandable.” Steve says, propping his shield up against a really big tree knot in the wood beneath you. “We’ve been at it non-stop since we left the campsite. Sleeping on a boat probably isn’t very comfortable either.”

“I’ve slept okay,” you shrug.

“That makes one of us,” Bruce sighs.

Both you and Steve look at Bruce.

“They’ll probably be a while, Bruce. Why don’t you take a nap?” Steve offers, moving to sit down across from you and lean up against his shield.

“Yeah, I think I will. Will you two be okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Get some rest,” Steve urges him.

Bruce lays down where he’s sitting and turns his back on both of you. A minute later and his breathing is slow and steady.

“Being Hulk really takes it out of him, huh?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, “More mentally than physically.”

“I know how he feels. Having two identities? Not really belonging to either anymore?” you nod.

“I think you’ve done a fantastic job as Queen of Asgard. I think Thor does too. And from what I’ve seen of the Asgardian people’s response to you, even they’re happy with their Queen.”

“I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the position. I’m privileged to be Queen, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. Sometimes I just wish me and Thor were a regular couple with no crowns. I wish we were both going to live and die together.

“Not that I’m saying I want him to die! I guess, I just wish I could always be with him. Married to him, I mean. I wish I didn’t have to grow old and die and leave him and Tavis and Kasi alone.”

“You’re talking as if you’re already dead,” Steve says, disapproval in his voice. “Or like you’re expecting not to make it home.”

He’s chastising you.

“I’ll do anything to get Thor back. Even give my life to get those babies back with their daddy,” you sigh.

“That's what we're here for, right?. And we’ll get you back home to those babies too. They need their mom just as much, if not more than they do their dad,” Steve points out.

“Not my twins. They’ll need Thor more than me, no question. They’re going to be special. Like him. Like Loki. I know that my love for them means a lot. Of course it does. I’m not stupid. But Thor understanding how their Asgardian side works is going to be essential in raising them. They’re special. Just like their daddy.”

Steve stares at you for a few moments, eyes narrowed as he tries to understand you.

Finally, he looks away and reaches up to unbuckle his helmet. He slips it off and runs his fingers and hand through his messed hair, scratching at itches he must be feeling.

“Have you always been this practical?” Steve’s question catches you off guard and you blink, thinking for a second of the life you’ve lived so far.

“I grew up in a school that was really just an orphanage with no one and nothing. I guess you could say practicality has always meant more than sentimentality. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel things. I just...I tend to wonder if what I’m doing or what needs to be done is necessary or if it’s an emotional decision.

“I think before I act. Usually. I weigh my options and the consequences of said actions. I know it’s probably too calculated and maybe even cold, but it’s what’s kept me going all these years.

“When I left Thor at the beginning of my pregnancy-”

“You left Thor?!” Steve gasps, training you with confused but curious storm blue eyes.

He didn't know?

"Well, Yeah. Jane lied and told him she was pregnant, but she wasn't. I didn't tell him I was because I didn't want him to have to choose me. And he told Loki he'd get an annulment and I kinda lost it for a bit."

"Wait," Steve blinks, holding his hand up to slow you down. "Jane did what?!"

“You didn’t know?” you wonder, a little shocked by his own surprise.

“No, absolutely not.”

“Oh, I figured you’d have seen the articles about us and stuff,” you give him a small shrug and lean back on your hands.

“I-I thought I saw a few tabloids but I didn’t-I mean, they always post things about us and with you and Thor just getting married I figured there was bound to be tons of rumors and speculation floating around. I never thought that any of it would be true.”

“Yeah, well, we have a mole in the palace so a lot of those headlines were actually pretty accurate. Well, except for the whole Loki being the father of my babies and all that. I don’t know why people would say that. Loki’s my brother.”

Surprisingly, Steve smiles.

“So, I take it you banning Jane from New Asgard wasn’t a rumor?”

You scoff, amused by the question and how some people might not believe your royal edict. “Definitely not. I don’t want her near my family. Granted, now that I know that Amora was influencing her in a way, the desire to get between me and Thor was real. It was already there for Jane before Amora started poking at her.

“And I don’t want to seem ungracious or mean-?”

Steve nods, indicating he understands the point you’re trying to make.

“-But I can’t forget that. I can’t just forgive her for everything she did. She nearly broke me and Thor up for good. He was going to leave me-”

You stop talking as your throat tightens and tears sting at your eyes.

Steve’s worry is etched across his face and he sits up straighter as he leans towards you to place a hand on your shoulder to offer some comfort.

“I didn’t trust Thor anymore. And while some of that is Thor’s fault, if Jane hadn’t pretended to be pregnant then Thor would have never thought to leave me and I wouldn’t have overheard him wanting an annulment and things would have just kept going the way they were. We were good, Steve. Thor and I were so good.

“From the beginning, things just started to fall into place and maybe it was too easy? Maybe Jane and Amora is the universe telling us that what we have shouldn’t come so easy? But it does. And I will fight to keep my family together even if I have to kill an Asgardian witch to do it.”

Steve’s small frown curls upwards into a smile. Your reflection in his eyes shows a strong woman, determined, and fearless despite the huge amount of it weighing down your chest.

Sure you aren’t afraid to face Amora but losing Thor? That’s a fear you’ll never get over.

“That’s why we’re here,” Steve promises, squeezing your shoulder once. “We’re here to help you fight for your family. Whatever it takes.”

A wave of relief calms your nerves a little and you relax back against the knot again.

All at once your exhaustion catches up to you and you blink slowly as the heavy wet smell of the planet dulls your senses to anything else.

The warm breeze that suddenly wraps itself around you lulls you further and you’re not sure what’s happening exactly but you’re almost sure that Steve is laying you down carefully.

As consciousness begins to slip away, you hear Bruce rustle awake beside you.

“I guess the stress and lack of sleep finally caught up with her?”

“Yeah,” Steve says with a small amused chuckle. “She’s a firecracker. I think she’s perfect for Thor.”

“Mmm,” Bruce says in what sounds like the affirmative. “She does keep him on his toes but she also grounds him. He was always flying off into space. With her around, it feels like he’s finally settled.”

"Family will do that to you. Tony's probably going to leave us soon too. He and Pepper have been spending a lot of time up at the cabin."

Their voices fade into whispers as unconsciousness pulls you deeper and deeper into what turns out to be restless sleep.

Several times you feel strong hands steady you as you turn over again and again.

Once you actually open your eyes as those same strong hands hold your shoulders down lightly.

“You okay?” a deep voice asks and you see that Steve is kneeling next to you looking down at you with concern.

All you do is mumble something incoherent and turn over onto your side and fall back into unsettling darkness.

Then all at once you sit up, searching for something, and it’s like you were never asleep. You’re wide awake.

“Are you angry with me still?”

Loki’s gentle voice pulls your attention to him sitting directly across from you. A quick glance around tells you that the rest of your party has gone into the city probably for supplies.

“I wasn’t angry,” you huff, trying to sit up and get comfortable in your armor again.

Someone had removed your breastplate, plackart, and pauldron while you’d slept, leaving them in a small pile beside you. You reach over to pull them closer and get them back on.

“I’m sorry if what I said hurt you,” Loki continues, scooting closer so that his bent legs are beside yours. “I only meant that you are the weakest physically among us and the trolls can sense that. It’s best not to antagonize them if possible. Thor would not forgive me if harm came to you while we’re here. And I could never forgive myself either.”

You really don’t want to forgive him but it’s Loki and you know damn well that he didn’t mean to hurt you. So, like it’s easier than breathing, you forgive him and hold out your pauldron for him.

“I can’t reach the strap,” you confess and scoot closer.

Loki smiles and adjusts and quickly helps you get the rest of your armor on.

Both of you are standing as the last strap of your breastplate is secured and the rush of water being pushed as the boat returns with the rest of your group draws your attention.

“We’ve got enough food for the trip and some blankets,” Sif says, calling out to Loki as the boat stops beside the large root.

“What trip?” you look from her to Loki as Steve steps off of the boat and moves towards you, offering his hand again to help you into the boat this time.

“A few of the locals have seen an Asgardian woman with blonde hair escaping to an abandoned settlement about half a day’s journey North. It isn’t much to go on but it’s something,” Heimdall tells you.

With urgency you take Steve’s hand and let him help you into the boat. Loki follows after you and sits beside you as Hogun, Fandral, Sif, and Volstagg take up the oars again and begin to row. Heimdall planted at the front of the boat to see any danger that might loom ahead.

The faster you can leave behind this beautiful but claustrophobic planet, the better. Preferably, and honestly only, with Thor in tow.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t stop running!”

Gasping for breath you push your legs faster. You’ve never been the type to work out much but your sword training had given you exercise. After having the twins, you’d fallen back into inactivity aside from what your babies needed and you’re paying for it as the roaring sound of Amora’s magic chases you through the abandoned and calcified wood of this abandoned village.

Your feet stall as a swooping axe comes swinging down towards you from the ceiling. You hold up your arms, the Asgardian steel of your bracers taking the impact of the hit that sends you up off of your feet and crashing to the ground with a clatter as you break several clay pots where you land.

You’ve only there for a moment before Loki’s hands are scrambling to help you to your feet. His breathing is just as labored as your own and as the axe swings back down towards you, he pulls you behind him and holds his hands up stopping the weapon’s momentum.

His hands shake as green magic seeps from him and the weapon disintegrates before your eyes.

There isn’t even a moment for you to comprehend the skill behind his magic because he’s pulling you up and urging you forward again.

“Go, keep running.”

“Where is he Loki?” you demand as you race forward as fast as your already exhausted legs can carry you.

Beneath you the ground gives way, wood crackling into sharp edges as you suddenly fall through one, two, three floors before you land hard once again but with a second body to cushion your fall.

In fact, you realize that you’ve been caught as Steve places you on your feet and gives you a quick look over, “You alright?”

You look up at the holes above and see Loki peeking down, “Keep going! Two lefts, four rights, then two more lefts. Go!”

The trees around you are trembling, shaking with traps and enchantments.

Amora made this place as dangerous as she possibly could and your party is struggling as they fight their way through the abandoned treetop village.

“Come on,” Steve urges and with you runs but is then distracted as two large trolls come barrelling through a doorway just as you reach the first turn.

“I’m not stopping!”

Steve only grunts as he launches himself towards the trolls, his shield absorbing the impact of their spears and blows as he maneuvers around them trying to subdue them.

He’s not fast enough so you leave him behind, luckily taking the attention of the trolls away from you as you take that first left.

The first curving hallway is empty and you take the second left confidently, finding this straight shot also empty of obstacles.

Your heart dares to be a little smug at the ease with which you’re making your way towards Thor but then you take the first right and the hallway begins to spin before you.

Gasping, you stop, afraid to step forward as it corkscrews the doorways and bark of the tree curling and spinning endlessly making your brain fuzzy and your stomach churn dizzily.

“It’s not real,” you tell yourself, chanting the words over and over as you blink rapidly, tears always at the point of falling with the amount of frustration and fear coursing through you. “It’s not fucking real.”

It feels like your legs are weight down so heavily or perhaps glued to the floor because no matter how much you say it, your mind won’t let you step forward.

This can’t be happening! You’re so close. Thor is here. He’s waiting for you to rescue him. Your little ones are waiting for their daddy to come home to them.

It’s the image of your babies that gives you strength. It’s the fact that they’re waiting for you at home to bring their father back that finally lifts your foot from the ground to take that momentous step forward.

Something else must be keeping you rooted because it feels like you’re pulling against an elastic band to pull your leg up, grunting with the effort. Sweat beads along your forehead until finally your foot drops onto the ground and with a wave of relief, all of the immense pressure holding you back disappears and the hallway before you straightens out.

You take another step and this one is easier. Then another. Then you’re running back along the hallway taking the next right into a large room with a high curved ceiling.

It’s scary, not knowing what’s waiting beyond because you know that something is. You take a step and like the floor above where you left Loki, the ground gives way crumbling into splinters. You jump ahead to a spot that looks more stable and teeter precariously along the edge.

Looking down behind you, down below there is nothing but a fall to your death and no Loki around to save you this time.

Just as you’re about to take another step forward the ground all around you begins to crumble leaving large platforms where roots connect and hold the floor up weakly but they’re too far for you to reach.

You back up as much as you can because you know you can’t stay where you are. You take the leap, holding your breath as the ground continues to crumble and the walls shake and you’re not going to make it!

You’re still two feet short of your jump and you feel the weight of your body pulling you down into the chasm. In your heart you grieve for Thor and your babies and wish you’d been stronger for them.

If you’d had your own magic, if that had even been a remote possibility, maybe you would have been able to save your family but instead you fall and the tears threatening at the edges of your eyes finally spill.

You’re hit out of the air painfully but what feels like a large heavy boulder.

Hands grasping around blindly as your eyesight is shocked white.

You blink, gripping along hot thick muscle and as your sight clears you see green.

“Hulk?” you gasp, once terrified of the enormous monster but he’s holding you only slightly ungently.

You can feel how careful he is not to crush you but he’s also not supporting your back or neck so as he jumps from platform to platform your body is whipped back and forth.

He lands with a crash on each remaining spot supported by their fragile roots and they start to fall apart just as his weight settles.

As both your weight pulls you both down with gravity, he leaps to the next spot effectively closing the distance between you and the doorway in the distance.

Six more jumps and the last one he barely manages to push himself away from the bark before landing with a crunch of wood at the opposite end.

Hulk puts you down and huffs in annoyance. He meets your eyes and looks as if he’s about to say something but suddenly he shoves you back roughly and you fly through the doorway and hit the wall beyond, crumbling to the floor now breathless from the impact.

You look for Hulk, scrambling on your hands and knees weakly to see into the large room but the floor he’d been standing on is gone and below you can hear more breaking wood as he probably digs his hands into the side of the large inner trunk to get his grip back.

Alone again, you hurry to your feet and press your hand to your ribs over your breastplate which feels broken. It gives way and with a hiss you take your hand away as metal pierces into the leather beneath.

Even if it hasn’t stabbed you yet, it’s sharp enough to scratch at you.

Was it Hulk that broke your chest piece?

You don’t give yourself enough time to wonder as you hurry forward, limping the first few steps before you break out into a steadier run. Soon you're racing through the twisting tree again, turning right again. Then again. And one last right brings you to a new stop.

You can’t keep stopping!

Even though you know it’s a bad idea, you hurry forward and do your best to dodge the traps Amora has set up.

You duck under curling blades and scythes set to fall and swing at you from the sides. A barrage of glimmering arrows hit the broken side of your armor before one slips through and pierces your side.

You scream, ducking as another spinning blade slides out of the wall to the left then roll as another rises at an angle from the right.

Hitting the wall you groan as the wound from the arrow burns. You decide not to pull it because you don’t know how and also you know that you might very well bleed to death.

So, with a hand wrapped around the arrow’s base at the entry point you force yourself to your feet and race on.

The last left that you take stops abruptly before a large doorway. Breath heaving, you close the gap and push the heavy door open.

Swirling gold and green light washes over you as you step into the low arched room. It’s long and at the far end at the foot of a throne made of twisting thorny branches, roots, and jade green vines you can see your reason for coming.

Thor sits at her feet, shoulders slumped as he gently massages her slender foot. She’s dressed just as she was in New Asgard, her legs made to look longer by the tights she wears, her tall boots set aside to give Thor access to her feet.

She’s got her leg draped over his shoulder and you forget you’ve got your hand wrapped around the arrow piercing your side and squeeze making yourself flinch and stumble a step forward.

“Oh, no,” Amora grieves. “Are you alone? How disappointing. It’s almost as if someone purposefully separated you from your party in order to get you alone to finish you off. And you stroll right in willingly?”

She chuckles, amused that her plan worked.

She reaches down and caresses Thor’s head like he’s some dog for her to pet.

“Thor,” you call gently, not having the strength for volume.

Thor doesn’t acknowledge your presence. Instead he looks up at Amora who slides down to sit on the lower step of her throne so that she can slip her arm around his neck as he leans in to nuzzle behind her ear.

The pain in your chest has nothing to do with the wound to your side and your mind goes into a frenzy of self doubt and jealousy.

“Let him go,” you order, glaring at the blonde enchantress with pure hatred.

Thor would never be doing that on his own. Not with you standing right here. Not with the twins at home waiting.

Amora laughs, “Am I supposed to obey? This is where he belongs. With me. As he always has.”

“He belongs with his people and his children.”

“I’ll give him more children.”

“Like fuck you will, stupid bitch. Let my husband go!”

You rush her but with a flick of her hand a wall of golden energy rises between you and as you hit it just a few feet away, it shimmers in green.

“Such crass language is not befitting of a Queen of Asgard. See, it’s necessary for me to step in and intervene. I will have the Asgardians brought to Nornheim and we can all live here, where we always should have and then Thor’s marriage to you will be unnecessary.

“He won’t be your husband anymore and he can finally be free to be with me.” The sickly sweet smile she gives you grosses you out and you spit at the barrier between you smearing it with blood.

The sight of it shocks you slightly because you hadn’t realized you were bleeding from your mouth.

You swallow and taste the rusty copper then look down at the arrow in your chest.

“Oh, my,” Amora lilts, running her fingers along the back of Thor’s head. “Did you get hit by one of my arrows? What a shame. You’ll have only minutes to live now. They were enchanted. Your insides will slowly cease to function and I assume by now you must have trouble breathing?”

Almost as if on cue, you gasp and cough a bit, struggling to draw in some air.

“Let him go,” you order her again.

Amora smiles widely.

“Why? You’re hardly worthy.”

“Fuck you,” you spit again, this time to get your mouth clear of some of the pooling blood. “I just endured your Indiana Jones bullshit fun house and I’m still standing.”

“Barely,” Amora shakes her head. “Do you really think you can take him back?”

“Yes,” you swallow thickly, your body getting weaker by the second.

“Fine,” Amora gets up, pushing Thor back to extricate herself from him and she takes a few steps away from him before waving her hand.

The wall falls away and you stumble your way forward quickly as Thor gets to his feet looking confused as Amora leaves him there.

He starts to follow her but you reach him and plant yourself between them, your hands grabbing his large forearms.

He looks at you, Thor’s electric blue dulled and in its place a sheen of green.

He’s under her spell.

Your heart gives a relieved stutter and you latch yourself to him desperately.

“Thor,” you smile at him, knowing the sight is probably ghastly with all the blood coating your teeth in red. “Puppy, it’s me. Can you hear me?”

“Let go,” Thor says, deep voice even but monotone.

He doesn’t sound like himself even if it is his voice speaking.

“I can’t, puppy. We made vows, remember? I promised to protect you. I’m keeping my word,” you cough, spilling blood onto his front.

You groan, your body beginning to fall to pieces.

Thor looks up at Amora and he stares, a forced look of desire overtaking his face.

“You remember on our wedding day that I had nothing to offer you? I had no banner, no house, no sword? You gave me all those things, Thor. You gave me a house and a banner and you gave me my swords. You gave me babies, two beautiful, perfect angels.”

Amora scoffs and you have to force yourself to ignore her slight at your Tavis.

“Oh, dear, she says. He doesn’t look convinced.”

Ignoring her, you shut her out of your head completely. For right now it has to be only you and Thor in this room. You reach up and turn him to look at you, meeting his spelled eyes with your own, searching for the Thor you married.

“I p-promise to honor our union until my death in battle and beyond,” you whisper to him. “And if I die right now Thor, all I hope is that you come back home to our babies. I’ll die happy knowing that you’re with them and that I kept my promise.

“Even if we struggled, even when our hearts ached, I have cherished and loved you every day we’ve been married. I promised you that I would until the day I died. And I have. I love you so much, Thor.”

The tears spilling from your eyes mix into the small trickle of blood spilling from the corner of your lip.

In Thor’s eyes there’s a slight shift of the green, a small flare of bright blue.

Is he coming back to you? Can you save him for your little ones before you die?

You grab onto his shoulders and pull yourself up towards him, twisting your hand into the hair on the back of his head and force him down until you press your lips against his own.

He frowns, resisting for a moment as you hook your hands behind his neck.

You pull back to speak, your lips still brushing his, “I love you, Thor.”

You kiss him again, and this time Thor’s hands take hold of your hips.

You’re losing strength but you must up as much as you can to keep that kiss in place. You fist his shirt, holding on as tightly as you can.

“Stop,” Amora growls, her footsteps stomping towards the two of you.

“Thor,” you beg, desperate to wake him up before she can reach the two of you.

Thor’s eyes flash blue, electric white light blinding you as you stare into his eyes. His hands grip your hips tightly, squeezing you to him.

Amora is just over your shoulder and Thor’s electrified eyes turn to her. He shouts and holds out his fist towards her and burning lightning comes flying from him, scorching her up into the air and against the far wall.

You fall against him now, too weak to hold yourself up anymore. Thor’s arm wraps around your waist but he falls with you to the floor, pulling you as far away from Amora as he can.

“Thor,” you call for him, reaching up to caress his cheek. You ignore the smear of blood on his lips where you kissed him.

Even though his face is contorted with anguish as he settles you onto the floor carefully, crouching by you as he supports your back, the beautiful sight of him is one you don’t mind dying to.

“I’m here, my cherub. I’m here,” he gushes.

He looks at your armor, finding the break and the arrow poking through.

“It’s enchanted,” you tell him quietly, coughing a little as blood pools in your mouth and seeps out of the corners of your mouth. “I didn’t want to p-pull it out in case I bled out but it-it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Where’s Loki?” Thor growls.

“Thor,” you grasp his shirt. “You have to get back to the babies. They’ll need you.”

“Don’t talk like that, Cherub. We’ll be going home together.”

There’s a rumble beneath your feet and suddenly the floor explodes. Wooden splinters and stone rain down over you while Thor shields you as best he can with his body.

The familiar roar feels like salvation as Hulk lands nearby.

Thor shifts and points towards the spot where Amora had been laying only to see her gone.

“Find her, Hulk!”

Hulk huffs but chases after the streak of blonde hair escaping through a side door.

From the hole crawls Heimdall, searching with the calmest panic you’ve ever seen on anyone. He spots you and drops to his knees beside you.

“The arrow is enchanted,” Thor tells him.

You’re gasping for air, starting at Thor because if you die, you want his face to be the last thing you see.

“I can get her home,” Heimdall tells Thor.

“I’m not leaving her side. Get Loki here,” Thor orders, “I need him to break whatever enchantment is on her.”

Thor thrusts his hand into the air behind him and he waits.

“I’ll fetch him here,” Heimdall says and disappears back into the hole in the floor.

Thor turns his attention back towards you.

“I c-can’t b-breathe,” you tell him, wheezing for air.

“Hold on for me, cherub. You cannot give in. I need you at my side. You’re my Queen. My partner,” his eyes mist over and he wipes at your mouth with the bottom of his shirt to soak up some of the blood.

“I l-love y-y-y-you…” you wheeze and you can feel the burn in your lungs as they struggle to fill.

Eyes wide, hand reaching out to grab onto Thor’s arm, the fear mounts in your dying body.

Thor calls your name, a sob escaping him as his own tears finally spill.

“I’m here!”

Loki’s voice gives you little comfort. Your body begins to spasm as it struggles to live on. No matter how much you might want to keep fighting for your life, there simply isn’t enough air in your lungs to stay conscious. As Loki comes into view, Thor’s forehead resting against your temple as he sobs, your vision goes black and you’re lost to the world.

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sevenlovescats · 7 years ago

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ooohhg you watch dramas? can you recommend me one?

whoo ok. i’ve mostly watched korean dramas just bc i haven’t found any other super interesting ones, so i hope that’s ok?*just a forewarning: i’m putting links to kissasian here, and that might cause a lot of popups for you. i use adblock so it doesn’t affect me. i’m pretty sure all of these dramas are also available on dramafever as well ^^*under the cut bc this is some long shit sorry.

My very first drama was Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo (featuring baekhyun from exo!). Moon Lovers is about a girl named Go Ha-jin (played by IU!) from the modern era who manages to drown and get thrown into the Goryeo Dynasty, in the year 941. she becomes this girl from the past whose name is Hae Soo, and she meets all these princes from the ruling Wang family. and of course she falls in love with one prince but some other things happen and a whole lot changes. but anyway, it’s not a super tear jerker, but it’s very sad in some parts. there’s also a couple episodes with lashing, and torture, but it’s not too explicit. i definitely recommend it if you enjoy historical korea. (also there are a lot of beautiful people but that’s just a bonus).

Another one i would recommend is Blood. this is a drama about vampires, but mainly about doctors but also mainly about vampires… i can’t really tell which is supposed to be the main theme lol. anyway! the leading actors are actually married now! and they started dating while/after (i’m not sure when they started dating lol). honestly they’re both so gorgeous and such a cute couple. anyway, back to Blood. Park Ji-sang (Ahn Jae-hyun) is a doctor specializing in hepato-pancreato-biliary surgery in a cancer institute. He’s the vampire. Yoo Ri-ta (Gu Hye-sun) is his colleague and the niece of the hospital owner. she’s very snotty actually lol but there’s some past between her and jisang even tho they don’t know it yet. (was that a spoiler?) um anyway, it’s pretty good, i personally loved it but it’s probably not the best drama ever.

next is Legend of the Blue Sea. this is like my second favorite drama. i loved it so so much fjdakgjdg. anyway. this one is about a mermaid and a human scenario that’s kind of similar to The Little Mermaid. except that the ‘prince’ is actually a top-notch con artist lmao. a mermaid (Jeon Ji-hyeon) who is later named Shim Chung falls in love with con-artist Heo joon-jae (played by the talented, the cute, the handsome, the amazing Lee Min-ho). (can u tell i love lee min-ho?) anyway, she falls in love with him and after he goes back to seoul, she follows him and searches all around seoul for him (resulting in some frustrating “damn, so close” moments). so she’s living with him, who is a con artist, and he’s trying to keep the fact that he’s a con artist from her (which isn’t hard bc she’s a mermaid she doesn’t know what a con artist is lol) and his two con artist friends are also living with them. it’s a very manga scenario tbh. anyway, this is some good shit, it’s not too mushy for those of y’all who don’t like romance, but it has a good bit of romance in, but it also has a lot of family drama that happens later. 11/10 would watch again.

next is Cinderella and the Four Knights which also has Ahn Jae-hyun in it. this is a lot more romancey than the others i think. but it’s not too bad. so this girl hates her life due to her new step-mother and step-sister, and she’s working all the time to pay for herself and she really wants to go to college. (i think. i watched this a long time ago lol). anyway, as she’s working in a convenience store, she meets this rich boy hyun-min, who eventually hires her to accompany him to his grandfather’s nth wedding. she does, and a whole bunch of shit involving the family happens, she gets roasted by hyun-mins half?cousin and then she gets hired by the father to uhh either house keep or try to help his three grandsons. anywho, this is a toned down version of boys over flowers but it’s pretty good for a day when u wanna look at handsome men and watch some cliche family drama go down.

this is getting really long i’m so sorry.

anyway, next is W: Two Worlds. THIS IS SOME GOOOOOD SHIT. at least to me. i’ve been told i have no taste so lol. anyway, this was super interesting. oh yeon joo is a surgeon whose father is a webcomic artist. he does this webcomic called W. the webcomic is about a guy named Kang Chul, who was framed for his parent’s and sister’s deaths. he was proven innocent, though, and ends up being the president of a company. so yeon joo one day goes over to her dad’s place and goes into the room he draws in. she sees a scene of a dying kang chul on her dad’s drawing tablet. she reads a note, and then a hand grabs her and pulls her into the world of W. she ends up on the rooftop of a hotel, where kang chul has just gotten stabbed by the murderer of his parents and sister. and that’s where the crazy shit begins. this is such and interesting show, with a really unique premise. i def recommend.

ok these next two are actually movies, and they’re gay-themed so.

Night Flight is really fckn good. but! it is also really not happy. like at all. no fluff here. this deals with the SEVERE bullying that was apparently very prevalent in korea at the time this was made (and probably still is but i’m not sure). if you don’t want to watch bullying/bullying towards gay people, please skip this one. Shin Yong-joo, Han Ki-woong and Ko Ki-taek were all close friends in middle school, but Ki-woong becomes estranged from the other two, and becomes a jjang, one of the strongest fighters in the school and starts hanging around with the school gang (the bullies). Yong-joo is hiding his sexual orientation (he’s gay) from everyone, and Ki-taek is being bullied by the school gang. like i said, this is pretty brutal in terms of bullying, and it could make you uncomfortable, but it is a good watch. it’s also directed by Leesong Hee-Il, who is openly gay :)

The King and the Clown is set in the late 15th century during the reign of King Yeonsan. these two comedians, Jangsaeng and Gong-gil break away from their troop after Jangsaeng had enough of their manager prostituting Gong-gil (who’s feminine and super beautiful) off to rich customers. so, after they break off, they run away to seoul and form a new troop with three street performers. they come up with a skit that mocks the king and members of his court. but then they get arrested and are told they have to make the king laugh, or they die. the king and the clown was really frustrating for me, because it had one of those “is this happy?” endings, ya know? but anyway, it’s a good watch, definitely. the homosexuality isn’t the main point, and there isn’t even much of it there, but you can tell that jangaeng has a thing for gong-gil. this movie was actually based off a stage play “Yi” (which means You) that was about King Yeonsan.

honorable mention: Boys Over Flowers. it’s based off a manga called hana yori dango, which is also a japanese drama with three seasons. anyway, it’s about a poor girl who goes to a rich people school, and she gets chased after and harassed by falls in love with with the cocky handsome school idol. it’s kind of cliche now, but it’s an early 2000′s drama. it’s good tho. give it a watch.

and this concludes my recommendations. if you read this far, go you. you’re a true trooper.

#lol this took an hour to type #i'm so sorry #anon

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How I Live Now (2013)

watched because: Saoirse Ronan and Tom Holland

regret-level: 0/10

Tom was a baby and the movie itself was very interesting. Ik it’s based on a book, but I haven’t read it yet oops. Also there’s this weird potentially incestuous thing going on?? But like I was confused about that bit

Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl (2015)

watched because: Thomas Mann

regret-level: -25/10

I absolutely loved this movie! And the book (which I read later) was also great. Can’t lie, I liked the film more just for the visual humor. (And I had a mini crush on Thomas after watching the sad let down that was Beautiful Creatures)

Fun Size (2012)

watched because: Thomas again

regret-level: 3/10

I mean, I didn’t hate it. And there was a lesbian couple (his character’s parents actually) and that was cool of Nickelodeon, and Victoria Justice carries around a Pink Floyd bag w her Dorothy Gale costume, but I honestly don’t remember much else.

I, Tonya (2017)

watched because: Seb (I knew there were more) and stayed for Margot

regret-level: 1/10

The abusive aspects made me VERY uncomfortable, but that’s kinda the point ig. Besides that, I loved the way they recreated the interviews to cut in.

Sierra Burgess Is A Loser (2018)

watched because: Shannon Purser (but also shoutout to RJ Cyler for being in 2 of these—see Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl—bc I love and appreciate his acting)

regret-level: 4/10

I liked it after I watched it, but also a lot of things don’t sit right w me about it. But anyway...

Power Rangers (2017)

watched because: imma say Dacre Montgomery but once again RJ was the shining star, let’s be real

regret-level: 0/10

My siblings and I rewatched it a bunch of times w my stepmom bc she was obsessed w the original Power Rangers so it’s a whole thing. Also, I don’t care about anyone else’s opinions, it was a good movie. It was funny and still a Power Rangers movie

Tramps (2016)

watched because: Callum Turner (Theseus Scamander could get it)

regret-level: 2/10

Not a bad movie. I actually rlly enjoyed it, but idk something about cold, standoffish girls always getting guys to fall for them make me self-conscious. Anywho.... it was a neat movie.

The King (2019)

watched because: Timotot Chardonnay

regret-level: 1/10

Tom Glynn-Carney was there for all of 2 seconds and I enjoyed it. Then Robert Pattinson just laughing in French the whole of his time. Also Timmy and Lily-Rose are very pretty. I am superficial that way.

6 Underground (2019)

watched because: Ben Hardy

regret-level: 2/10

I’m not big on ultra-violent films bc I am kinda squirmy about injuries. But it was a decent movie 🤷🏻‍♀️. I don’t rlly have any strong feelings about it. OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT THEY JUST DECIDED TO FORGET THERE IS A WHOLE ASS SOMG CALLED ‘6 Underground’ and I kept expecting it to play at some point

Logan Lucky (2017)

watched because: Seb (🙃 despite his brief inclusion)

regret-level: 0/10

This movie was so good. I had seen the previews and didn’t rlly gather much info, so I had zero clue how this movie was gonna go. I loved it. Also, I’m SO FUCKING PICKY when it comes to Southern accents, and I didn’t want to tear my ears off w theirs. Side note: this is the only Adam Driver movie I’ve seen... oops

Beautiful Boy (2018)

watched because: Jack Dylan Grazer (my son!) and Tomothée Chevrolet

regret-level: 0/10

Y’all ever just start crying and then KEEP CRYING FOR 2 HRS AND 1 MINUTE?? Well, I did. This hurt me so bad. Addiction is such a scary topic and this movie rlly just hit me like a semi.

Beautiful Girls (1996) (no relation to the last one; I just remembered it tho)

watched because: Matt Dillon and Timothy Hutton

regret-level: 1/10

I have rewatched this movie a couple times. I love it dearly. It’s got that special 90s young adult movie vibe that just hits different. AND THEN, there is also a weird pediphilic sub-plot that I can’t shake. Also, yet another Martha Plimpton character I wasn’t feeling. (She rlly didn’t have a good role until Raising Hope, huh?)

Destination Wedding (2018)

watched because: my absolute favorites, Winona and Keanu!

regret-level: 2/10

Only because there was this whole awkward sex scene that I couldn’t even skip bc they talked thru it 🙃 but I love them so I’ll forgive it

Movies I Have Watched Solely For One Actor (in no particular order)

No one asked, but I felt like sharing. This isn’t even all of them, and I’ll add to it as I watch/remember more.

The Covenant (2006)

watched because: Sebastian Stan

regret-level: 8/10

the 20% I didn’t cringe at was solely because of the amount of homoerotic energy Seb exuded and the amount of bare chest all the guys gave

Tony ‘n’ Tina’s Wedding (2004)

watched because: mostly Seb but Joey McIntyre and Mila Kunis also made it hard to pass up

regret-level: 1/10

only bc there was a couple parts I found rlly cringey, but it’s based off a play and I’d love to see it on stage; also the way it was filmed was great

We Have Always Lived In The Castle (2019)

watched because: Seb, again

regret-level: 2/10

can’t lie, I was confused most of the time, and everyone gave me the creeps so... yeah. However, it wasn’t a bad movie. I didn’t dislike it. I was just confused.

Undrafted (2016)

watched because: Joe Mazzello (and then again and again and again for the whole cast)

regret-level: 0/10

it’s easily one of my favorite movies. I don’t rewatch very many movies, but I rewatched this movie more times in two months than most movies I’ve considered my favorites

Feast of Love (2007)

watched because: Toby Hemingway

regret-level: 3/10

woman realizes she’s into women thru cheating and I don’t dig that and Toby’s character deserved better, but otherwise pretty good

Eurotrip (2004)

watched because: Jacob Pitts (and bc I’ve been jamming to Scotty Doesn’t Know since middle school)

regret-level: 4/10

umm... idk how to explain this one. I laughed and got to see Jacob’s cute ass smile most of the movie so.... redeemable from the (many) raunchier bits that made me uncomfortable

Skipped Parts (2001)

watched because: Bug Hall

regret-level: 6/10

Bug is basically a baby in this, but everyone just kinda got on my nerves. Also, his mom was the most realistic character despite being the stereotypical drunk/promiscuous mom

The River Wild (1994)

watched because: baby Joe Mazzello

regret-level: 2/10

I mean... I could have lived my whole life having not watched it and be fine, but it wasn’t a bad movie. Plus a small Joe being in love with Jane’s Addiction was cute; ngl I don’t remember it a whole lot

Silent Tongue (1994)

watched because: my boy River

regret-level: 5/10

I’m always down to see my son River Phoenix, but this movie confused the fire out of me. The plot? A little weird, but mostly it just felt like I had started it in the middle and had no clue what was happening

#mariah watches things #i apologize for this being horribly long #but i found the thing where i write down movies i’ve watched this year #timothee chalamet #sebastian stan #jack dylan grazer #ben hardy #saoirse ronan #tom holland #thomas mann

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