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[princessbunnib]

Captivated Pleasure

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Due to your husband's shady life choices, your caught in the middle when you find yourself in the basement of some building with a masked man sitting in front of you.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Mask Kink, Dom Simon, Sub Reader, Mentions Of Knife Play, Oral |M| Receiving, Face Fucking, Come In Throat, Come On Face, Praising, Vaginal Sex, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Choking, Breeding Kink, Talk Of Impregnation, Mentions Of Anal, Mutual Masturbation, CreamPie.

Author's Note: I had so much fucking fun writing this.

Pt2 Here:

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You were sitting on the cold concrete floor with your hands cuffed to a pipe. You had no idea where you were. All you could remember was a group of men breaking into your home, taking you your husband and taking you captive.

It's been atleast a few days since the break in. At first you were scared but you've now come to terms with what's happened.

You haven't been able to see your husband at all. But quite frankly you didn't went to either. He's been up to some things he didn't see was important enough to tell you about? Now you're sitting here in what seems to be a basement just because of him.

You sighed thinking about the situation at hand. The doors opened and was followed with someone walking down the creaking stairs. Since you couldn't see anything, a shiver rushed through your body. Only until you heard the sound of a chair being pulled up in front of you.

The sack that covered your head was pulled off gently. You were met by a man sitting in the chair. His hands firmly holding the lining of his harness.

The man wore a mask with the face of a skull on it. His dark ghostly eyes staring down at you.

"Let me go already! What even is this?" You asked shaking your wrists from the cuffs.

"Negative, I'm afraid I can't do that, it's against the rules."

"What rules? You mother fuckers ran into my home with guns! I'm sure the rules have been off the table since the beginning!"

He deeply chuckled fixing the way his mask hugged his face. "Quite the fiery one aren't you? I'm guessing your husband didn't tell you anything? To put it simply, he knows information that we want... and to get him to talk, we took you captive along with him..."

"I'm sure if you were taken and put in a fucking basement, you'd be 'firey' too." You said rolling your eyes.

"You have a point... but uhm, we aren't going to hurt you if that's what you think is going to happen, they just sent me down here to make sure if you're okay... wouldn't want you getting any ideas of escaping now would we?" He leaned into your face, staring down at you. You swolled the lump in your throat gazing into his eyes, his peircing stare making your body feel warm.

"What's with the mask? I think it's ridiculous, I mean don't you get hot under there or something?" You asked swiftly changing the subject.

"It's made out of breathable material, and I think it's amusing that you care about my mask even if I had a hand in you being down here in the first place."

"I don't- it's just..." You held your tongue on your words and looked away from him.

The truth was that you actually found the mask attractive. His voice was deep and raspy, not to mention the accent he held. The way his eyes would glare down to you while he sat high made you feel a certain way. As scary as it was to be down here, he was making this seem not so bad.

"So- I can't just be let free? I wouldn't go to the police or anything." You said trying to further the conversation.

"I'm afraid it's not about that darlin' the sooner your husband talks, the sooner you two can go back to your lives..."

"Fuck... that stubborn asshole, I just know he's not going to say a damn thing..." You stated rolling your eyes. "Can you take these cuffs off of me? They hurt so bad."

"Can't do that either darlin'." He said with a cocky tone.

Was he really flirting with you? And did he think giving you some stupid pet name was going to work?

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't call me that, I'm married." You said.

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that you actually enjoy having that ring on your finger, I saw your house... not one picture of the two of you was hung on the walls, and also your phone has nothing in it that would signify that you were married."

"We just don't like to make it a big deal, it's not that serious!" You said raising your voice.

The masked man didn't think of you as frightening whatsoever. He could see past the tone of your voice that you were actually scared shitless. With your hands cuffed, it's not like you could actually be an aposing threat.

If anything, he found it funny that you were trying so hard. His eyes then traced your body, your legs were definitely your best quality.

So soft looking and silky smooth. He enjoyed the way your pencil skirt hugged your curves just right. The top button to your blouse had warn out and popped off over time. Now giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

"My goodness, could you stop pretending for a second? I can just tell that you don't love him... doesn't take a therapist to see that. Do you not like to make it a big deal, or is it just him?"

"Fuck you... what would you know about marriage? You don't seem like the relationship type of guy anyway..." You said now feeling embarrassed. He was completely right. Your marriage was a lie, you couldn't even believe that you agreed to such contract after you took pride in not wanting to be married for years.

The thought of having that shiny rock on your finger is what made you romanticize the proposal. In reality you feld ignored, like a stranger in your own home.

He then lifted your head by your chin with his finger. You looked up at him, feeling yourself melt on the inside. "Don't look down now, just say you don't love him... I bet you want to feel the connection of a real man, don't you?"

You could never get yourself to admit it out loud that you didn't love your husband. You decided to live in delusion for so long that you forgotten how you truly feel.

He took his hand away from your chin and sighed deeply while stretching. His hips moving forward to give him a more relaxed posture.

Your mind couldn't keep straight. With his cocky attitude and voice, you couldn't keep up the act any longer. He has to know what he's doing, sitting in front of you like this. Calling you all sorts of names, softening his tone while speaking to you.-

You glanced down to his crotch area. He had so many things on his body, making him look like a solider. Not one bit of skin was shown, and that alone was giving you material to work off with in your mind.

You would pay any amount of money to see what was underneath.

"Pick up your jaw there sweetheart, your husband wouldn't appreciate you looking at another man the way you are..." He said with a sly tone.

You snapped out of your trance and looked up at him, you could tell he had a grin on his face.

"Wh-what? I wasn't looking..." You said trying to act natural but clearly failed to.

"Yeah? Then why are you so nervous... hmp, I say..." He got up from the chair, pushing it to the back of the room. "If I was your husband, you wouldn't even think about drooling over the cock of another man..."

With those words he then walked back upstairs. You watched him as your thighs clenched. Fuck... you hoped he could come back, you couldn't shake this feeling of desire for him.

Your sitting in this room, turned on by a person you can't even see the real face of.

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"He's still not talkin' is he? His wife was right... he sure is a stubborn fuck..."

"Exactly, to think taking her hostage was going to push things along, he clearly doesn't care about her. Have you spoken to her yet?"

"I did last night... she's perfectly fine down there... although she might be cold, so give her a blanket or two... in the meantime, I'll go keep her company..."

You laid on the floor staring at the piped ceiling when you heard a conversation take place above you. Maybe he was coming back down to see you? You sat upwards and watched the door, seeing the light from upstairs beam through.

As you expected, a man walked downstairs with heavy steps. Your eyes widened in joy once you saw him. He took off his helmet and fixed his mask. Soon meeting eyes with you, seeing your expression.

"Look at you getting excited like a puppy... you must be happy to see me, yeah?" He asked positioning the chair in front of you once more.

"I'm not getting excited..." You said rolling your eyes.

"Awe at this point you're going to hurt my feelings, I should just leave you down here again shouldn't I..." He said pretending to get up again.

"No Wait!-"

He smriked and sat back down, staring down at you waiting for you to finish.

"Yes darlin'? You have something to say to me?" He asked already having a good guess on what you were going to respond with.

"I was thinking last night... and, you're right... I don't love him." You spoke lowly.

"Awe, well baby I already knew that, I just wanted to hear you fix those pretty lips of yours to say it..."

You pressed your lips together feeling flattered that he would even say such a thing.

"So what now then? I already said it... did you just want me to gas your ego by proving your assumption right?" You asked in a whing tone.

He pulled the chair closer to you, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stared down at you and held his hand out, caressing your cheek.

"What now? I presume that you were expecting to get something out of this, hm? Go head and tell me then sweetheart, so i can know exactly what you want..." His touch was like lava. Heat radiated from your skin as you pressed your cheek into his glove shamefully enjoying the small amount of touch.

"I... I want..." You whimpered shaking the cuffs again. You were trying to fight against the creeping urge to touch yourself but couldn't. You hated being so restricted.

You needed to touch yourself. The twitching of your clit was killing you. If only you could show him what you wanted, rather than telling.

He took note of your whimpers. A smirk creeping over his clothed face.

"Want what? Say it for me baby..." He responded, continuing to egg you on in a teasing manner.

"Please can you let me out? I can't do this anymore- pleasee~" You begged in a high tone.

"Really? Have some shame, look at you, begging... it's quite pathetic... but sweetheart, I can't fulfill your requests if you don't tell me... believe me, I'm aching to shove my fat cock inside that tight little cunt of yours, but I can't do that..." His hand wrapped around your throat, speaking into your ear gently. "If you don't stress to me about how much you want- no... how much you need it..."

Your mouth was watering at this point. All you had to do was speak up and tell him, but you really wanted him to take advantage of you. Use you like the toy you've always wanted to be.

He had the perfect opportunity to do so, with you being cuffed up still. It's not like you could fight back. It's not like you wanted to fight back.

"What's it going to be? Do you want to keep siting there with your panties soaking by every second we spend ignoring the real reason I'm here? Or, do you want me to fuck you senseless, with your permission of course... unless you want to me slut you out for the night- fucking buckets of my semen inside of you, possibly impregnating you with my baby?, either way I'll be satisfied."

"I want- I want to be your whore... please I desperately need you to fuck me... use me like I'm a bitch in heat... I'm so tired of clenching my pussy around nothing..."

"Hmp... that's all I needed to hear."

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Simon had a firm grip on the back of your head, forcing his cock in and out of your throat while the other held onto the sturdy pole that was next to you.

Tears built up in your eyes as you stared up at him. His groans loud and vocal, echoing throughout the lackluster room. You lifted your hands placing them on the band of his pants for support.

"Mffhpp~ oghhfp!"

"What was that my little fuck toy? Can't really hear you over the sound of me using you as a personal fleshlight, do you need a second to breath? Let me know princess..."

"Ffppahhh hngghhh-!"

He groaned pulling his hips back, you sighed heavily now breathing through your mouth. Simon looked down at you once more, pressing his cock head on your cheek waiting for you to give him the 'okay' to continue.

The cold air making him slightly moan after being stuffed away in your mouth for so long.

"Are you aright baby? Please tell me if I'm being too rough..."

"*haah~ haaf* It's fine- please don't stop-" You heavily gasped sticking your tongue out, opening your mouth wide.

"You fuckin' whore... as you wish my darlin'."

He pulled your hair slightly, keeping your head at an angle as he thrusted his hips into your throat.

You placed your hands on your throat, feeling the lump grow and shrink matching the speed of his thrusts. He moaned throwing his head back as you massaged your throat, making the experience more pleasurable for him.

His thrusts were long and deep, only pulling back once your nose was met with the neatly trimmed bush that was his pubic hair.

"Such a good fucking girl~ shit... aghh I'm gonna fill your throat so fucking deep, you'll be coughing up my semen for weeks... would you like that baby?"

You nodded hummed, sending vibrations down his shaft. "Ahaah~ that's right baby..."

His hips came to an abrupt stop to draw out time from his window to finish. You whimpered placing your hands around the base of his shaft. Now sucking his tip with the widen of your tongue. Teasing his frenulim with just the very end of your tongue.

He watched you with a grin behind his mask, he made sure to keep your hair out of your face to not distract you from pleasing him. He could feel his balls tingle by every lick as he so desperately wanted to pull his orgasm forward. Your eyes staring up at him innocently as if you weren't making sloppy wet kisses up and down his shaft, lightly gliding your teeth on the veins protruding from his blush pink skin.

"I bet you haven't done any of this to your husband, hm? I say, I'm quite honored to be the first man you try this on..."

"Tell me how big it is sweetheart, I can see the struggle in your teary eyes... you can barely fit me inside, it was a miracle that I was even able to fuck that throat of yours..."

"I can't even hold it~ I need both of my hands to do so... your head is so thick, I can't wrap my whole tongue around it... so fucking huge~ my husband's is so small... I hate sucking on it... but yours- fuck I could have you in my mouth all day."

"Oh yeah? Well good for you princess... this cock belongs to you no matter of you want it to or not, fuck I can't ever pass this opportunity up... from now on I'll be the only one fucking your slutty little esophagus..."

Simon then thrusted into your mouth more forcfully. His eyes closing tightly as he clenched his jaw. You moaned onto his cock as your eyes rolled back. Your hands returning to the band on his pants.

Praises and curse words fell from his lips as he felt his knees locking in place. Simon proceeded to speak in tongue as he felt his cock burn with pleasure, now shooting his heavy sticky load into your throat. You panicked breaifly but took it with pride as you heavily breathed through your nose.

He groaned loudly, hodling your head in place. Soon watching his cock drip with excess semen. You swallowed his load with your eyes dark with lust. You looked up at him opening your mouth up again.

"More~ I want more~" You moaned heavily breathing.

"This is just the begining sweetheart, don't worry that pretty little head." He sighed heavily with a grin.

He sat in the chair again, now taking his gloves off proceeding to wrap his hand around the base of his shaft. Stroking it to get it hard again. You watched him, licking your bottom lip as if he was a piece of meat.

"Aw princess looks like I'm not hard enough, I'll tell you what... I let you out of those damn cuffs only so you can give me a show yeah? How does that sound?"

"What am I supposed to do? I haven't masturbated in front of anyone before..." You said slightly worried.

"Alright... don't worry sweetheart." Simon pulled his pants up briefly and grabbed the face covering from before, now putting it on your head and taking his mask off.

He shoved it in his pocket and began to lay soft kisses on your body, pulling at your skirt and blouse to get them off.

"Keep that on sweetheart, I know you find my mask attractive... don't ruin the surprise now... behave for me and I'll come on every inch of your body... disobey me and I'll leave you high and dry, maybe telling all of those men upstairs how easy you were to suck my cock... that would be embarrassing now wouldn't it..."

You felt his soft lips on your inner thighs. You moaned draping them over his shoulder, he chucked grabbing the keys to your cuffs out of his spare pocket and unlocked them.

Your arms fell to your sides, now placed on the cold floor keeping you sitting up straight. You moaned loudly once you felt a long lick on your clit, followed with a thumb pressing on the bundle of nerves.

"Would you look at that... I was right, your soaking wet... your cunt is just dripping on the floor? And your panties... call me a pervert but you definitely aren't getting these back..."

Simon then popped his finger in his mouth, tasking your delicious juices and smirking to himself.

"You taste amazing... such a pretty pussy you have there too... I can't wait to ruin it with my babies, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes~ please can't you just fuck me now?" You whined bucking your hips slightly.

"Awe baby... hold on, don't be so greedy now... I'm going to sit back down in my chair, and you be a good girl by putting your fingers to use... have you squirted before baby?"

"No..."

"Don't worry, I'll fix that..." He said before getting up and sitting down again.

He pulled his cock out waiting for you to do anything that could get him started. Truth was, by simply staring at you and imagining the smell of your panties, his cock was growing by the second.

You were nervous to even continue. You knew he was looking at you, calculating your every move. You didn't want to disappoint even of this was out of your comfort zone. The embaressment you felt only made you wetter.

You sighed and turned around on all fours. Arching your back allowing your lower half to be on full display. Your face on the cold concrete.

"Fuck- the things I'd do to fuck that pretty asshole... have you ever had someone fuck your ass before baby?"

"N-no~ ahhh-" You spoke soon moaning as you penetrated the spongey insides that was your walls with a single finger.

Simon spit on his hand as makeshift lubricant. He then held his shaft at the base, stroking up and down only to stop with a firm squeeze on his tip. He watched the cloudy stream of pre-cum drip down his head.

You continued to moan as you pushed in another finger, now pumping them in and out in a consistent rythem. Your vagina began to clench around your digits, producing clear liquid coating your lips and clit.

"So fucking wet... you by far have the most prettiest cunt I've seen... I want to fuck it until it's red... how does it feel to have some stranger stroke his cock to you? Does it make you feel more confident in being a slut?"

Hahh~ uhhh... mmm fuck~ y-yes- nghh..." You whimpered arching your back more deeply and swaying your hips side to side.

"God fuck- I'm trying to have some composure here but you just keep tempting me... I want to be balls deep inside you..."

The sticky wet sounds of your vagina filled the room sounding like music to Simon's ears. He then began to fuck his hand imagining that it was you. He watched your delicate fingers wrap around your clit, twisting it and applying pressure. You screamed louder before placing your free hand on your mouth to muffle your moans.

What if everyone upstairs heard you? Oh shit, what if your husband hears you?

"Ahh I need- I need you so bad... pleasee?" You whined turning over on your back, spreading your legs wide and playing with your clit.

"I need you too princess, fuck- keep being a good girl and I'll do whatever you want me too... I appreciate how honest you're being now- I don't have to encourage you to say you want to fuck me..."

"Mmm please please please- oh my fucking god- I want to fuck you so bad it hurts..." You whimpered curling your fingers deeper inside you.

"Oh yeah I know you do, just by the sounds of your pussy I can tell... I want to fuck you- put you in so many positions... force your head down to the floor as I pound into you- my balls slapping against that pretty clit-"

"What else do you wanna do to me? Don't stop now my fingers are drowning in my pussy right now~"

Simon gasped loudly as he used his other hand to massage his heavy balls. Pressing his thumb and index finger on the extra skin that laid in the middle.

"Hahh~ aghh, fuck... I want to put you into a fucking mating press and breed you- I want you to ride my face as I have a knife to your stomach, dragging it on your skin everytime you inch closer to orgasm."

"Ahhh yess~ mmm, why put it to my stomach when you can have it on my thigh? Do you know what I want you to do with that knife? Haahhf.~"

"What is it baby- tell me as I stroke my fat cock-"

"I want you to break the skin on my thighs marking your territory- fuck~ you can even carve your name into them... I want my husband to know that I belong to another.~"

His hand pumped faster, he built up saliva in his mouth only to spit it onto his head, rubbing it with his right hand while still using his left to massage his balls.

His cock head twitched and allowed a stream of come to spill out. He sighed heavily, fucking his hand once more while watching you.

"Sounds like fucking heaven, don't threaten me with a good time princess... I'll mark you with more than just my name.~"

Simon groaned loudly as he took his hands away from himself. He grabbed your wrists pulling you to his body, he pushed you back around, forcing your naked body to the cold floor. You squirmed under his heavy build only to have his hand around your throat receiving a tight squeeze.

"Stop fucking squirming... I need to fuck you now, I don't care if it hurts- I'm gonna fuck you however I want to got it? You're nothing but a fucking toy to me- you hear me princess?"

Simon then put his mask back on, then proceeded to pull your face covering off and place his hand on the ground, using the other to hold you down in place.

"Look forward until I say otherwise you fucking whore." He growled into your ear before sliding his cock inside you with ease.

Your sensitive walls pulling him inside, making him moan in your ear. You bit your lip as Simon pulled your left arm behind your back and lifted your hips from the concrete, now keeping your body into a slope easy for him to thrust into.

You moaned as he began to forcfully thrust not giving you any time to get used to his thicker size. You whined trying to get out of his grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll only be able to get off to the feeling of my veiny cock inside that cunt- I don't give a fuck if it's too big for you, get used to it baby~"

"It hurts~ but feels so fucking good- I don't know if I want you to slow down or fuck me harder.~"

He deeply chuckled as he dragged out his thrusts forcing cream to form at the base of his cock. He groaned watching how easily your vagina willingly bent to what he was doing, your walls clenching onto him repeatedly as he tried to be slow just to tease you.

He played with your ass cheeks and spread them, now lifting his mask slightly so he could spit once more.

Your body jolted as you felt the wet drip of spit followed by his thumb teasing the entrance of your tight hole.

"Fuck it's so pretty- every hole is going to be full- for now I'll just use my thumb though, I don't want to miss any second of your cunt pulling me in so snuggly..."

You whimpered throwing your head back. Simon's full bodyweight was now on top of you, keeping you in place as he rutted his hips into you. He groaned wrapping his arm around your throat, keeping you into a headlock as he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Fuck such a naughty girl- I bet you enjoy every moment of this yeah? Such a slut..."

"I love it~ don't fucking stop- keep fucking me... choke me harder- ahhh uhhhh~ I feel like I'm gonna come.~" You moaned clenching your walls and squeezing your thighs together, making yourself feel tighter to him.

"Mhm~ keep taking me in so well baby- your really working for that creampie aren't you? My well behaved slut... you want my seed?"

"Uhuhhh~ yes- yes- yes- yes~nghh...YES! I want it- I want every fucking drop.~" You begged with tears building up in your eyes.

"Awe you're crying? It feels that fucking good doesn't it baby?" He asked holding your jaw tightly with his hand.

You nodded letting the tears fall as you slammed your hands on the concrete needing a different way to let go of all of the pleasure you were receiving.

With each thrust your clit grinded against the cold floor. You moaned rolling your eyes to the back of your head whimpering louder.

"You're such a good little whore for me baby~ where do you want it princess? I'm gonna fucking come.-"

"Do it anywhere- aghhh I'm gonna come too- please can we finish together~?" You asked attempting to hold your moans back.

Simon pulled out of you briefly and sat down, pulling you up from the ground throwing you onto his lap like you were some sort of ragdoll. He positioned your hips over his erection and forced you down. Hissing at the feeling of your walls at a different angle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning in his ear and holding his head in your arms. Tears fully steaming down your face.

"Fuck~ just like that- haaahh~ YES YES AGHHH.~"

"You belong to me- your my fucking slut- next time we do this~ FUCK- I'll mark you to fucking prove it.~"

"Uhhhhh uhh mmm okay!~ don't stop using me- I'm yours- I belong to you- I'm your object.~"

Simon pulled his mask up halfway and kissed your neck forcfully making bites to break your skin. You moaned throwing your head back and placed your hands on his knees, now bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Awe you belong to me baby? Even when you have a husband? Some wife you are- Aghh shit- here it comes baby- you ready to feel my load inside you again?"

You nodded not having the compacity to respond out loud. You grinded your hips back and fourth feeling his cock head penetrate deep within you. You moaned throwing your head back feeling the knot burst I'm your stomach, your nipples tingling feeling the nonstop pleasure rushing through every inch of your body.

Simon moaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and sucked on your nipples as he felt his balls also tingle as he emptied his thick load into you.

You whimpered feeling his tongue around your nipple and moaned loudly feeling the excitement from your high slowly drip out of you.

"Hahh~ Haahh~ fuck... you feel so good~ I don't want to pull out yet..."

"You don't have to- my pussy is practically in love with how your fat cock feels.~"

[unreliablesnake]

Escort (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: When Simon sees a picture of you with another man, his thoughts go wild. But he wasn't prepared to find out his girlfriend is a high-class escort. Can your relationship survive this?

Warning: No warning applies.

Simon never asked how you could afford your loft in London, how you could travel around the world, how you had money to buy designer clothes, the newest phones, and other luxury items. He always assumed you came from a wealthy family so he never wanted to ask questions you might find uncomfortable.

"Hey, Ghost, isn't this the girl from your lock screen photo?" Johnny asked one day, showing the lieutenant an article on his phone.

It was about some charity gala in New York with a bunch of famous and disgustingly wealthy people. Johnny was looking at the gallery when he bumped into the photo, and this discovery sent Simon into a spiral. There you were in a breathtaking royal blue dress, standing next to some guy who was at least twenty years older than you.

Maybe he was your father. Or an uncle. Or a stranger the photographer asked you to pose with. There was a chance you had a perfectly good explanation for the photo, all he had to do was ask who it was. He took a quick look at the name of the event then stormed out of the living room of the safehouse to send you a message.

Simon: I saw you were at a fancy party in New York last night.

You didn't read the message right away which was odd because you always had the damn phone in your hand. But as soon as he thought about the time zones, he remembered that if you really were in New York, you were probably sleeping. Damn it, he would have to wait more for your answer. He would go crazy until then.

But then his phone suddenly pinged.

You: How do you know?

Seriously? Simon quickly searched for the article Johnny found, saved the photo, then sent it to you.

Simon: I found this.

You: Didn't know you were reading such articles.

Simon: Who's the guy?

You: A friend.

Simon: Family friend?

You: No.

Simon: He's older than your usual friends.

You read the message but went silent. He waited for a while, hoping you had a reason for your absence, like being away from your phone for a couple of minutes, but you never replied.

Simon: Radio silence? Really? I'm gonna ask again. Who's the guy?

You: We'll talk about it when you're around.

Simon: Are you about to break up with me? Because if so, we can skip the meeting.

You: I don't want to break up, but it's complicated.

Simon: I'll be there on Friday. How about meeting at your place around seven?

You: Sounds good. I'll go back to sleep now.

He used a breathing exercise to calm down after this conversation, but it didn't work. His mind kept returning to the photo, all the little details like the guy having an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. It was too intimate to be a relative's touch, and you surely wouldn't let a stranger touch you like this.

The following days passed painfully slowly, with Johnny once bringing up the photo again to ask if he knew who the man was. When they returned to England, Simon quickly left the group and headed to London to see you. His mind was in overdrive, the only thing he could think about was the possibility of you cheating on him.

He rang the doorbell and you opened within half a minute. You were obviously waiting for him, seemingly nervous as you let him inside. Whatever it was that you wanted to tell him, it clearly affected your mental state as well. Hopefully this would result in you being perfectly honest with him.

"Can I get you anything?" you asked with your hands behind your back as he sat down on the couch. Simon shook his head and motioned you to sit down as well. "All right, I guess you want to skip the small talk. You know, while I was in college, I soon realized that I needed a good job, something that pays well. A friend of mine… So…"

You stopped talking and let out a sigh. Whatever you wanted to say, it made you look away from him.

"She worked as a high-class escort. She told me a lot about it, introduced me to some people, and… Well, I ended up doing the same thing," you admitted, finally looking back at him out of the corner of your eye.

Fucking hell. The idea of you doing something like that crossed his mind but he never assumed you were stupid enough to actually do it. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood up and began pacing in front of you. What was he supposed to say? None of the words he could think of seemed right.

You stood up as well and reached out to take his hand that he immediately pulled away. "Simon, please, say something," you begged him.

"Did you ever love me?" he asked, finally looking you in the eye.

"I still love you. Listen, you're the most important person in my life, the only normal thing I have is this relationship. Don't take it away from me, please."

"You're sleeping with other men for money! What the fuck am I supposed to do? Stick around and cheer you on?" he asked with a desperate laugh. "I'm not staying for that. It's over, Y/N."

With that he began to walk towards the door to leave, but you quickly ran after him and stood in his way. "Simon, please. What do you want me to do?"

"Would you quit?" After some consideration, you bit on your lower lip and shook your head. "Thought so," he said with a sigh. "Money is more important, right?"

You opened your mouth to say something in your defense, but no sound left your throat. Simon shook his head and sidestepped you to leave the apartment. He hated you at that moment, feeling disgusted at the thought of having been sharing you with other men when he thought he was the only one.

This breakup took its toll on him, causing several sleepless nights while he was at home between missions. He often found himself looking at the photos of the two of you together, wondering if he should delete them all to get rid of you forever. In the end he copied them to a thumb drive which he hid in the back of a drawer.

Six months. That's how long you had been together. Six months that somehow felt like a year or two. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get you out of his mind. His thoughts kept returning to you, wondering what you were doing, whether or not you were also thinking about him.

After the breakup he had blocked you in the app that you used for communication, but one night, when he was somewhere far from home on a mission, he unblocked you and opened the chat. For a while he just stared at the screen, trying to decide if he should write to you or not.

Johnny had been right, he was grumpier than usual in the past month or so. All because of you. Why would he act like that, why would he still be angry if he didn't have any feelings for you anymore? Maybe he should just swallow his pride and see if it could work out, if he could ignore the fact you were doing what you were doing.

Simon: What's up?

He didn't expect you to reply. It was a desperate shot in the dark, so he turned off the screen and put the phone beside his pillow before lying down and looking at the ceiling. Simon let out a sigh and closed his eyes, wishing not to see your face in his dreams.

"Hey, Ghost, are you awake?"

Opening one eye to glance at the door, Simon saw Gaz standing there. "I am," he replied.

The sergeant flashed a wide smile at him. "Soap got us booze, why don't you join us? A little team building."

"I'm not in the mood. And is it a good idea to drink during the mission?"

"The Captain even joined us since the mission is technically almost over. Come on, don't waste your time here," Gaz tried.

But Simon didn't really hear the last sentence because the phone next to his head beeped, and when he glanced at the screen, he saw it was a message from you. Damn, he didn't expect anything. Clearing his throat, he picked up the device and sat up. "I'll be out soon," he lied to Gaz, hoping this would make him leave.

You: What's up? Really? You unblock me after almost two months and that's what you can come up with?

So you were mad at him. A part of him understood, while another believed it was him who had the right to be angry. With a deep growl he stood up to walk around the room, keeping an eye on the phone the whole time. What should he do? Sure, he was mad too, but he also missed you like crazy.

Oh, fuck it.

Simon: I didn't know what to say. Are you okay?

You: What do you think?

Simon: Can we talk?

You: Not now.

Simon: You're not alone?

You: I'm not.

Simon: Working?

You: No.

The next message was a photo of you and a few of your friends in a bar. Simon smiled when he saw you because he hadn't seen your face in weeks. When you were together, he never followed you on social media, but since the breakup he deliberately avoided your profiles so he knew nothing about what was going on in your life. This was his way of building a healthy distance.

Simon: We just finished a mission so I'll be home soon. Why don't we go out for dinner?

You: You sure it's a good idea?

Simon: I miss you.

Taking a deep breath, he wondered if he should tell you that he wanted a fresh start. Or maybe it was too soon. No, you should know the truth in advance because he didn't want to waste his time if you would say no anyway.

Simon: I want to find out if I could handle your job. Would you be willing to give our relationship another shot?

You: Are you sure about this?

Simon: I am.

You: Well, I'm not. You were right, sleeping with other men while we're together? It's crazy, I shouldn't have put you through this.

Simon: Don't say this, not when I'm finally about to accept it.

You: Bye, Simon.

You blocked him. Simon thought he was imagining it, but you really did block him. He raised his hand with the phone and was ready to throw it against the wall when he realized he shouldn't lose his temper. It wasn't the end, he knew where you lived. All he had to do was visit you when he got back.

And that's what he did. He sneaked into the building and, since you seemingly weren't there, waited for you in the hallway. After a while he lost track of time, and when he finally looked at his watch and realized he'd been waiting for five hours now, he pulled out his phone and decided to call you.

First try. You declined the call.

Second try. You declined the call.

Third try. You declined the call.

But just when he was about to give up, you finally answered. "I'm gonna block your bloody number if you don't stop," you snapped at him.

"Where are you?" asked Simon quickly.

"I know you're waiting for me so I'm not going home."

With a frown he looked over at the door, and there it was, a video doorbell camera. He should have noticed right away. "Look, I just want to talk."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Y/N, please, come here," he tried, his voice suddenly dropping into a tired whisper.

Simon could hear you let out a sigh on the other end of the line. "Fine. I'll be there in twenty," you said before ending the call.

As you promised, you got home soon, and Simon stood there in the hallway with his hands behind his back as he watched you carefully. He was good at interrogation, he knew perfectly well how to read people. But you were an enigma. For some reason he couldn't see through your anger.

Once inside the loft, you stopped in the door while he walked into the living room. Simon looked at you with raised eyebrows, trying to figure out why you weren't coming closer. As he waited, his eyes found a framed photo of the two of you on a shelf near the window. Could it be that despite your anger you still loved him?

"Y/N," he began quietly as he took a few steps towards you. "I might have overreacted when you told me the truth. Look, it took me by surprise, I wasn't prepared to hear you say that. But--"

"It's okay, I get it," you interrupted him after walking a little closer to where he was.

Shaking his head, Simon closed the gap between you and stood in front of you toe to toe. "No, you don't," he said quietly, putting a hand on your cheek. "I had time to think and as long as you come home to me, as long as you introduce me as your boyfriend, I'm okay with it. I think. I don't know for sure, but we should give it a shot."

You gulped loudly as you thought about his words. He was terrified to hear your reaction because something told him you were hell-bent on staying away from him. It wouldn't matter what he said, you were too stubborn to change your mind.

"Why?" you suddenly asked.

"Because I love you. Because I wasn't myself after we broke up which tells me you're the only person who can keep me sane. I'm selfish and I need you," explained Simon as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. "Please."

Closing your eyes, you put your hands on his chest and let out a quiet chuckle.

"What is it?"

"My friends said I wasn't myself after you left me," you said, although something told Simon that it wasn't just your friends who said that. No, he couldn't think about that. "I wish I could say we should try again, but I don't think you could handle the thought of me being with others. I can't make you go through that pain."

Simon kissed you, hoping this could convince you that he was serious. Your hands moved from his chest to his neck as you returned the kiss, slowly getting lost in the sensation which gave him hope. And courage. After months he could finally touch you again, so he made you walk backwards until your back hit the wall then grabbed your ass and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Despite doing exactly what he wanted you to do, you still pulled your lips away. "Stop this," you whispered with a sad look in your eyes.

"Why?" Simon began to place kisses all over your face, his heart beating fast from the mixture of anxiety and arousal. "Don't do this to us, don't ruin this. Do you love me?" You thought for a moment, but then you nodded. "Then stop overthinking."

It worked because you kissed him again, this time being hungry and passionate, immediately waking old memories in Simon's mind. He began to walk to the bedroom with you, but before you could get there, you pulled away and jumped off of him.

"Shit, it's already this late?" you asked as you looked at your watch again. "I'm so sorry, Simon, I don't have time for that now."

"Meeting a client?" asked Simon sourly.

You shook your head at this. "No, that's tomorrow. Today I'm gonna meet my parents for dinner. They don't come to London often so I wanna take them somewhere nice," you explained with a sweet smile.

With a relieved laugh, Simon kissed you again. "Okay, get ready then. I don't want to keep you up."

Although you began to walk into your bedroom, you suddenly came to an abrupt halt and turned back to him. "Why don't you stay here?"

"You mean…?"

"I'll give you spare keys so you can move around, but at least you would have a place to stay in London. Also it wouldn't be bad if you were here when I get back from the restaurant. We could pick up where we just left off."

As you talked, you slowly began to strip for him, flashing a wicked little smile at Simon when you heard him gulp then clear his throat. You knew perfectly well what you were doing to him, so he walked up to you and ran his hands down your bare sides.

"If you keep doing that, you're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he told you as he pulled you closer.

"I'll die first anyway," you noted with a laugh.

"I'm the soldier and you're the one saying that?" he asked with a frown. "Why?"

With a seductive smile on your lips, you put your hands on his shoulders then began to move them down his arms. "Have you ever looked into the mirror? Your broad shoulders alone will kill me one day," you said, completely mesmerized by the sight.

Simon let out a laugh and kissed the top of your head. "Weren't you late a minute ago?" You looked up at him and nodded. "Then go. I'll wait here."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[heartfullofleeches]

A blurb to further elaborate on my hybrid cafe idea with a rabbit customer:

The bell above the Cafe door chimes with the arrival of a new customer. Blindly, the patron walks past the colorful waiting up to the front desk; coat pulled over his features as he shuffles through. He pulls the fabric from over his lips as the receptionist on hand smiles at him, the gesture making him want to sink back into the comfort of the cloth as his face grows warm.

"Hello there! Welcome to the Forever Yours Master Cafe. Where we strive to always make people feel at home. What can I do for you?"

The male shrinks being put on the spot like that. "Um- well... A.. friend told me about this place and I want to try it out. A table for one, please?"

"Fantastic. Let's grab you a booth, shall we? Follow me."

The server grabs a menu as they lead him over to a booth. They walks past a few other scenes on the way. A dog being feed treats. A cat scratched behind the ears. A hand reaches down to grab the waiter as they across the next table; head resting against their thigh as a mix between a purr and a whine leaves the sitting person's throat.

"Y/n, I'm booored. Pay attention to me."

The catboy looks up at you with his blue eyes and a pout. There were already two other maids taking care of him, but this one craved attention from everyone in the store, most importantly yours. You gently push his head away from your apron as you offer the kindest smile you can.

"As you might be able see, I'm currently taking care of another customer, Saber. On top of that, I'm not doing floor work at the moment. I'll come by before you leave, alright?"

Saber huffs. "You know I'm not leaving unless you do."

With the detour out of the way, you finally reach your destination; setting the menu on the bright pink table. Your grin becomes warm once more as you offer the customer his seat.

"Sorry for all that! I'll get you your server now. Since you have a reference, is there anyone specific you'd like to see?"

The male thinks back to your earlier expression, and the one you dawn one. He blushes more. "Um... How long is it till you're available?"

You pause for a second, pulling out your notepad. "My break just ended, so I guess I'll be your server today! Before we begin, would you like to take your coat off? It's okay if you shy."

The male looks down at his coat. He looks around at the other customers, undoing the first button. He neatly folds it and sets it beside him; reaching for his hat. Two rabbit eats pop from beneath the cap, sticking straight atop his head. Their snow white just like his hair, a single black spot on the right one.

"How adorable!" You chime. "If- you're okay with me calling you that. While we're on the topic, what is your name/what you'd prefer to be called?"

"My name is Clyde... but you can call me anything you want. I don't have any specifics or dislikes.."

You inspect his features. "Hm... I'll call you Spot for now if that's alright. You can call me whatever as well, but as you heard my name is Y/n. What I get you anything to start off with?"

Spot flushes from the nickname. It's not the first time he's been given it, but it feels different in this situation. He picks up the menu with a shaky hand.

"Y-yes.. I'll just have the carrot cake and a hot chocolate, please."

"Can do! Carrot cake is pretty popular right now, but I'm sure we have a slice ready just for you."

You head to the back to put in his order, while Spot tries to rub away the redness of his face. He's barely talked to you, and this is your job, but you're so cute and nice to him. Not to mention you smell good. He was just a little curious about this place, but he didn't expect things to be like this.

You return with his order a couple minutes later. Normally, you'd spend some time with him with it was being prepared, but everything was pretty done after you sent it in. You place the dessert and drink on the table, both decorated with whipped cream and flakes of sugar.

"Would you like to me sit beside you, or leave you be?"

Spot scoots over, avoiding your gaze. "Please do what you do with everyone else."

You nod, taking your place beside him. Spot picks up the cup. A heart is decorated over the cream with a chocolate powder. He wonders if you made it. It makes his chest feel funny. He takes a sip, immediately diving in for now. The hot chocolate was creamy and rich; sweet, but not too over powering. He sighs in content as he pulls the cup from his lips. You smile, reaching behind his ears to give them a stroke.

"Ah-!" The calm look on his face is crossed with one of embarrassment as you gently scratch behind his ears. He hums at the comfort it brings, words slipping before his brain can process them. "Master- don't do that in public!"

He covers his mouth with his hands as you pull away. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to call you that."

You laugh. "Sorry? That's what this place is for, bunny. Don't worry about the small things and let master feed you."

You pick up the floor, cutting off a bite size portion and holding it up to Spot's mouth. He leans in and takes the bite; both of you unaware to the eyes hovering over you from another booth.

You hand feed him the entire cake, allowing him to rest his head on your lap once finished and stretch his legs out over the rest of the booth. His right leg twitches as you stroke your hand down his body; calling him your sweet rabbit as he details all of the hardships he's gone through recently in life. He feels the sincerity in your words. That, even though he's a stranger, in this moment he's home. This would become a regular thing for him. He wondered what the inside of yours looked like.

[navybrat817]

Is it bad that I want Lloyd to choke me?

Not bad at all, nonnie.

Have a Taste

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader Summary: Lloyd gets off on the control he has over you, but is he really in control? Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, possessive behavior, threat of violence, Lloyd Hansen (I feel like his stache should have a warning apart from the man. I want him to look like Andy. 😂) A/N: I don't know. I'm in a mood. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by the beautiful Nix and banners by the lovely @maysdigitalarts .

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You once asked Lloyd to list his favorite things. He didn't hesitate when he replied "choking you" as number one. Whether it was from his hand against your skin or his cock down your throat, it sent a thrill through him to watch your eyes widen in hesitation each time he used you. If you showed fear, it was because you didn't know when he'd get bored of you. Life in general was meaningless to a man like him, who killed more people than he cared to remember, but your mortality in his hands? 

He gets off on being your god.

You get off on letting him think he has control.

There was no soft rocking of his hips as he grabbed the back of your head and pushed his cock to the back of your throat, bringing you back to the present. He hadn’t bothered to undress when he shoved you to your knees minutes ago and released himself from his slacks as he settled in his chair. You squeezed his thigh as you gagged, but he pushed you down further until your nose hit the small bit of curls at the base. He firmly held you in place, smirking as you blinked up at him and tried to breath through your nose. 

"You gonna cry for me? Or is your pussy the only thing weeping for me?" he taunted, slapping your cheek twice with his other hand. You didn't register the sting from his palm or ring. Not with his dick constricting your breathing. "Get that look off your face. You can still breathe.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he laughed, the action making you take him impossibly deeper. With your nose smothered, you weren't sure how much longer you could stay like that. He surrounded you, his scent, touch, taste, everything. Spots danced in front of your eyes as you smacked his leg twice, a tear sliding down your cheek as he yanked your head back, air flowing back into your lungs. 

"Think everyone knows by now you're my slut?" he asked, seizing the opportunity to shove his cock past your lips again when you tried to answer. You spluttered as he leaned back and brought your head with him, forcing you to bob your head up and down. Drool seeped out of the corners of your mouth as you whimpered. "Or should I finish in your face so they see that I own you?"

Wouldn't be the first time you made a mess on my face.

But you both knew he preferred to fill your holes as much as possible

He slid across your tongue with a sigh. "You know. I don't actually like being possessive. Gets complicated when people can hold something over you," he said nonchalantly, as if you weren't there. You did your best to concentrate on the task at hand, fear and arousal pooling in your gut. His indifference was more terrifying than his rage. "But you, pumpkin, I guess you just bring that side out of me. Congratu-fucking-lations.”

It shouldn't make you wet to know that this man, this sociopath, felt possessive of you. But the moment he shot one of his associates who stared at you a little too long, you were lost. Maybe you were a little fucked up, but isn’t that what drew the two of you toward each other in the first place? The jagged pieces of your psyche were too sharp for anyone else.

So were his.

You could cover each other with scars and you’d still crave more.

“Where the fuck are you going? Getting lost in your head again?!” he snapped, gripping both sides of your face as he snapped his hips. “You don’t get to think when I fuck you, cupcake. So suck my cock like you mean it.”

The ease in which he chokes you makes more tears fall. You wonder some days what he sees when he looks at you. Holes to fuck, someone to keep boost his ego. Shame filled you as your panties dampened more, the urge to rub your clit growing with each thrust in your mouth. You didn't dare touch yourself though. He wouldn't break your fingers if you did, but he'd make you wish he had. 

"Keep choking yourself on my cock 'til I come down your throat. Thank me when I'm done, you fucking hear me?"

Your eyes rolled back, moaning in encouragement as he thrust his hips faster. He controlled the pace with a groan, your throat burning as he used you. Did he realize that you were using him, too? He thought he was in control because you let him take from you, but your mouth, hands and cunt were the things that made him snap.

You gave him that privilege.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Here it comes. Stay fucking still.”

That’s right, big boy. Lose it. Come for me.

He warned you, but it was still a bit of a shock when he spilled in your mouth. You swallowed some of him down as he grunted, thick, salty and enough to make you choke again. He held you there until he was satisfied, releasing you after a moment so you could sit back on your heels. You sniffled as you wiped your mouth and cheeks with the back of your hand.

I’m still a mess even when he doesn't finish on my face. The bastard doesn't even have a hair out of place.

"Fuck, you're pretty when you cry," he smiled, his muscles flexing under his polo as he leaned forward in his chair. You kept your mouth shut when his hand shot out to grip your chin, your hand snaking up your dress. "Aww, nothing to say? Did I fuck your throat that good?"

Your jaw lowered to show him the remainder of his release you let settle on your tongue.

"I fucking told you to swallow and thank me when-"

He didn't blink as you spit it in his face, exhaling through his nose as he began to tremble in anger. No one else would ever have the balls to do what you just did and you took great satisfaction in that. Hell, he was probably impressed.

Just a little.

"Thank you," you croaked, smiling when he wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“You think that’s fucking funny?” he whispered.

Like his indifference, whispering was scarier than his screams.

And you were so fucking turned on. Before he could squeeze, you lifted your hand to show him your gun. You always kept a weapon strapped to your thigh, like he taught you. “Just wanted you to know how it feels. Now let’s see if you choke when I’m drowning you with my pussy.”

*****

So. I just did that. 😇 Thank you for reading!

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

can i request bucky taking care of you after a long day at work? he cooks or orders in, helps you take a bath/shower, gives you lots of cuddles, reminds you how wonderful and strong you are.

(if you want something less fluff and more hurt/comfort maybe it's bucky taking care of you after a mission gone wrong. you're injured and traumatized, he knows how that is--he's been there. it's hard for him to see you like this, and all he wants to do is make it better)

okay, hope this isn't too long or anything!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥. || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

― pairing: bucky barnes x plus size professor!reader

― summary: no one ever said being a professor is easy, especially not when you're up to your neck in assignments you have to grade, but never fear, bucky will always be there to take care of his favorite teacher.

― warnings: literally none!

― wc: 865

⋆ a/n: thank you so much for your request! i'm so sorry this took literally forever and i'll admit that I've been slacking on answering requests, but i swear that i'm getting better! this'll actually be my second request i answer today i'm pretty sure!

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Sometimes you really regret your profession.

It wasn't like teaching the wise brains of tomorrow was all that bad, it was just exhausting, and being an advanced placement teacher, your students got more class work and tests than what you would have been comfortable with assigning. Of course, you let them know that, and they kind of expected it since they paid to take your course, but that just meant that you were up the spout with things that you needed to grade. You were kind of grateful for the spoiled rich students that took your class because they almost never turned anything in, so that just made your job easier.

Huffing as you walked in, Bucky could already sense what kind of mood you're in. He was surprised that you had managed to escape your classroom so early, you usually stayed in later. Kicking off your shoes, Bucky walked over to come and greet you, taking your coat off of you and hanging it up in the hall closet.

"How was work today?" He asked. You turned to look at him, tiredness written all over your face as you allowed yourself to collapse face first into his solid chest. "What if I just quit?" He heard you mumble into his shirt. He couldn't help but chuckle, his chest rumbling against your face as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Your master's degree would have gone to shit then." He said crudely. You laughed, resting your chin on his sternum so that you could look up at him. "I guess so." You let the silence of the house bring you peace after having a full day of teaching rowdy young adults.

"How about I order in and run you a bath? Let me take care of you, doll." Bucky suggested. You weren't even going to lie and say that you could take care of yourself like you usually would, getting pampered tonight was exactly what you needed. "Yes, Buck, please." He bent down, wrapping his arms around your thick thighs so that he could haul you into his embrace. On any other day, you would have chided him, saying something like he was going to hurt himself even though he was a genetically modified human being, if anything, you felt like a sheet of paper. Bucky would say that you're probably the lightest thing he's ever picked up.

You allowed him to carry you to your shared room where you nuzzled into him, even though your embrace was broken by him gently setting you down. He began to take off your cardigan, followed by your white tank top, leaving you in your bra as he bent down to feel your feet from your flats. You sat down on the side of your bed, Bucky massaging your feet as you let out a content sigh. "God Buck," You said with a delirious laugh, "If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were a masseuse." He let out a laugh too, lifting up both if his hands and wiggling his fingers, "It's all in the hands, sweets." He then sent you a wink as he reached for the band of your jeans, tugging them down.

His touches were innocent, completely focused on your comfort.

"You can lay here while the tub fills up, I just hope the food will get here after you get out." He pressed against your forehead before heading for the bathroom. You followed his instructions, getting cozy in your bed as you watched him turn on the water, searching through the cabinets in your bathroom for a bath bomb and bath salts. You smiled fondly, Bucky picking out all of your favorite scents.

"Alright, dollface. The water is all warm 'n smelling good." You got up, walking to the bathroom while he left to the living to order the food. You stripped the rest of your clothing, sinking into the warm water. Your muscles easily relaxed as the water enveloped your large body, caressing the aching parts of you as you felt like falling asleep.

You stayed in the water until the water slowly began to turn cold, your fingertips shriveled up like raisins despite how good and soft your body felt and smelled due to the bath bomb. Wrapping yourself up in the robe that was left folded for you on the toilet seat, you walked out into the kitchen where the Chinese takeout sat on the counter.

"The food's here just in time." Bucky said with a soft smile. "Chinese?" He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and leading you to the table so that you could sit down. He pulled the chair out for you so that you could sit down. "Mhm, your favorite." He sat down in front of you, both of you silently eating. The silence was peaceful, something that you didn't know you needed after the long day you had.

Words couldn't express how grateful for Bucky you were. Sometimes you questioned what you did in your past life to be able to deserve him, and you knew that if you brought this up to your boyfriend, he'd ask himself the same thing.

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[harunayuuka2060]

Beel: *worried look on his face while watching MC*

MC: *having a chat with Diavolo*

Belphie: Is there something wrong, Beel?

Beel: It's already past their sleep time. And MC is exhausted.

Belphie: How do you know?

Beel: Their hands trembling a little.

Belphie: *looks at them and observes*

Belphie: You're right. Should we excuse them?

Beel: But it would rude to interrupt them.

Diavolo: You should come by often.

MC: *chuckles* I'll try.

Barbatos: Young master? The rooms are already prepared.

Diavolo: Right! MC, I hope you won't decline my offer for you to sleep here in the castle.

MC: Is there a reason why?

Diavolo: Oh. Well. *chuckles* I'm wondering what kind of dreams would you give us.

MC: Ah... *smiles apologetically*

MC: I've already sent out the dreams I made. I'm afraid there's nothing left to use for tonight.

Diavolo: *sad pouts* Is that so...

MC: Maybe next time.

Diavolo: Okay...

Diavolo: Does that mean you won't be staying?

MC: Yes. I'm trying to follow my schedule with the best I could.

Diavolo: You're so diligent. However, you will need a break soon.

MC: *just smiled* *nods their head at him* *and leave*

Belphie: That was a close call.

Beel: *nods* *carrying MC who's already asleep in his arms*

Belphie: Though they could've just accepted the offer to sleep in the castle.

Beel: MC doesn't want to sleep in other places.

Belphie: Why? Do they feel uncomfortable?

Beel: Not exactly.

Belphie: ...

Beel, MC, and Belphie: *arriving at the house*

Beel: I'll prepare their bed. Belphie, can you get their painting tools?

Belphie: Sure. But why?

Beel: MC might wake up.

Belphie: To paint the stars?

Beel: Yes.

Belphie: ...

Belphie: Alright.

Belphie: *happens to be awake late at night* *going to the kitchen when he spotted MC in the hallway*

MC: *painting the night sky on the wall*

Belphie: ...

Belphie: *decides to approach them* MC?

MC: *doesn't respond*

Belphie: ???

Belphie: *walks closer* MC? Can't you do that in the morning?

MC: *no response*

Belphie: *confused frown* I guess you don't want to be bothered. Good luck with your painting—

MC: *mutters*

MC: I can't find everyone.

Belphie: ...

Belphie: MC? *his eyes widened*

MC: *crying* *but their hand still moving while holding the brush*

MC: Please... Anyone...

MC: Answer me...

Belphie: ...

Belphie: *figures out that they must be sleep-walking and is about to touch their shoulder to wake them up*

Beel: Don't.

Belphie: *got startled* *turns around* Beel.

Beel: Don't wake them up.

Belphie: But...

Beel: That's what MC told me. Even if you see them like that, you shouldn't wake them up.

Belphie: ...

Belphie: I'm worried.

Beel: I know. *just sits on the floor* This doesn't happen often. So, you don't need to worry.

Belphie: ...

Belphie: Have you tried asking them?

Beel: *shakes his head* No. And I have no rights to.

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Part 2 of this so read that first if you haven't yet. If you're not sure, a little reminder: reader is Alex's cousin who's trying to help Dream escape after Alex ate his words about it.

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x gn!reader

Word count: 595

@angelofdarkness2468 asked to be tagged on this (reminder I don't do character taglists but I can tag people on occasional pieces that caughts their eye, like part 2's or a piece I'm showing a snippet of, and of course serieses would have taglists if there's ever gonna be a series in my blog).

Your heart was still hammering in your chest even when it had been ten minutes after you walked out of that basement. You hadn't heard any sounds from the basement which made you think of all the other options there might be, it looked like breaking the summoning circle hadn't been enough.

So now you were pacing back and forth along the courtyard, abusing your brains with all kinds of plans you could come up with. One idea didn't lead to another, though; each time something would click into place but then again nothing seemed right or practical so far. And as soon as you'd get a grip on an option you immediately discarded it for some reason or other.

But then your uncle's scream suddenly appeared into your mind. The one that had scared you half dead a couple of years ago.

"You can't sleep on duty! Haven't I told you already?! Imagine what that thing would do to all of us if you fell asleep, you would doom us all!"

You smirked.

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"Oh Y/N, you're such a sweetheart," Louis sighed as you presented him and Oliver with fresh sandwiches and coffee. "You're sent by gods, I swear."

You risked a glance at the man imprisoned, feeling his eyes on you and smiled. "Something like that."

They began munching down their sleeping pill-infused sandwiches and equally fortified coffee, and you nodded.

"My dear cousin wants me to keep talking to the prisoner, so please excuse me. Enjoy your meal and lay back, I'll keep an eye on the prisoner." You gave them a smile before making your way back to the man, whose eyes were on his guards, and then slowly shifted to you again.

"Hi," you greeted softly, smiling at him once more. His face remained blankly expressionless, but you took him looking at you as a sign he was listening to you. Also the fact that you saw his brow twitch ever so slightly in curiosity, even when no other reaction came. You looked down to see the summoning circle still broken and sighed, lowering your voice even further. "I thought that'd be enough, but guess not."

You couldn't tell whether or not you succeeded in breaking whatever magic they used to put him under, though from what little you could understand of it, the circle was an essential part and without it, him escaping could be easier. At least in theory, you were no mage and you had never participated in your uncle's practices.

The man looked down at the smudged part of the circle as well, and then glanced at the guards who had now finished their sandwiches and were now sipping their coffees while reading the newspaper.

"Are you able to break through if they fall asleep?" you asked, your lips basically just moving and not much sound coming out, but you knew the man heard it as he turned his eyes on you again. And something in his eyes confirmed your question even when his facial expression still didn't change, and you smiled triumphantly at it. "Good."

His eyes shifted back to the guards again and you followed his gaze to see Louis yawning. He turned back to you, and you could once again read his words from his eyes.

You should leave.

"Okay." You nodded and quickly turned to make a few steps before pausing for a moment. You took a deep breath before speaking softly. "I'm glad we met," you added quietly before continuing to walk, just in time to see both guards dozing off.

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Part 3

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𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖? // Dream

// DATE // 24th of October 2022 // PAIRING // Dreamwastaken x Non-American!Reader (Though you could still read it as an American some things just won't make sense) // WARNING // Angsty(not really I don't think? mostly just indifferent behavior I guess) // WORDS // 3,6k // SUMMARY // Dream ghosted you after the facetime situation. You finally move to Florida to move in with your friends and suddenly he's interested in you again. (It was going to be a part with smut, but I have decided to divide this one. (So be on the lookout for a part 3 that holds more smut) and yes I did go out of my way to pick out furniture, sorry not sorry xD) // SERIES // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

It had been a few weeks since my endeavour with Dream. I was expecting more contact with him from that moment. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Instead, I was being ghosted by him.

I tried to not let it bother me, but it really did. 'God, why did I have to be such a slut,' I thought to myself. Insulting myself for making such a stupid decision. 'Of course, this is how it would end.'

"Y/n! Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" arms were thrown around me the moment I stepped into the arrivals area. The two of us almost falling over from the force as what breaks me out of my train of thought. "Juny!" giggling I drop my suitcases. Wrapping my arms tightly around the taller girl. Her black hair up in a messy bun. I could tell she hadn't slept all night. "I'm so happy to be here! Oh!" when she finally let go of me, she giggled giddily.

"Okay, let's go! Charlee and Emmy are already waiting at home. I hope you're hungry. They're going to make you dinner," Juny took one of my bigger suitcases. Leaving me with a big and small suitcase. Did I have a lot of stuff? Yes. Was I ashamed? No. I am quick to follow her as she leads the way.

I had never been to America, so walking around the Orlando airport was a whole new experience. Which also meant I had not fucking idea where to go. Having Juny as my guide was very helpful.

Once in the car I decided to start streaming. I hadn't told anyone yet that I moved. The only info I shared was that I wouldn't be streaming or uploading videos for a bit, which was a week ago. Right after I made that announcement is when my pc and entire setup was being safely shipped to the US.

When I say I hadn't told anyone, I meant anyone. The only people who knew were the girls and my family. And with Dream ghosting me, I was definetly not telling him.

"Hello, hello, Streamies!" I called out at my phone the moment I saw viewers come in and start talking in the chat. "How are you all? I missed you guys so much!" I pause to read the chat a little bit. Messages skimming by. "Yes I am in a car," I giggle at the comment. "No, I'm not driving, I promise, I wouldn't stream and drive. Anyways, I am so glad most of you guys are doing okay," I smile brightly at the screen. "Juny, would you like to tell the very curious viewers where we are?" I ask her, moving my phone so the both of us are in view. I watch the chat as people are already guessing I'm in the US.

"Y/n, finally moved to US! The girl squad is finally complete!" Juny cheers. We both scream in excitement.

"Yes, I did! I am so excited! I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys," I sent them an apologetic pout. "But, now that I'm here. There are so many more things we can do! If you guys are up for it, I could bring you guys with me to go furniture shopping!" I turn to Juny when a question pops in my head. "Does Orlando have an ikea?"

"It does, you wanna do an ikea video?" she asks. While she answers a ping is heard from my phone. A message popping up.

Dream 💔 You're in Florida?

'Oh, so now he messages. Right,' rolling my eyes I ignore the message. 'Guess who's getting ghosted now.'

The rest of the drive I keep talking to chat, having song breaks with Juny. We were smart enough to get a nice playlist that is copyright free and put that on.

"Thank you guys so much for joining me today! We are almost home," I let out a content sigh. "God, I love saying that. But! I will see you guys soon! Enjoy your day, evening, afternoon! Bye bye!" I end the stream just as we enter our neighbourhood.

Before we even reach the house I can see Charlee and Emmy outside. They jump with excitement when they see the car driving up. Juny parks the car swiftly in the drive way. I jump out of the car, squealing as I run up to my favourite girls. They meet me halfway. Both squealing just as much.

"Oh, my god, I can't believe you're finally here!" Charlee squeezes me tightly in her hold. She might be smoll, but she is strong as hell.

"Same! It's gonna be some getting used to, but I'm so happy!"

"Let's go inside, the food is gonna get cold if we wait any longer," Emmy chuckles.

"I told you guys about what happened with Dream, right?" I started an unexpected conversation. I had been trying to forget about it all. But the sudden message from him wouldn't leave my mind. The four of us were in the living room. Not really up to doing anything big today. So we just put on some background music. All of us doing our own thing. Charlee was reading, Emmy was doing a small bit of editing on her MacBook and Juny was scrolling through TikTok. The sounds of the clips being soft enough to not bother anyone.

"Yeah," Charlee is the one that answers.

"I didn't tell you all," I sigh, putting aside my notebook where I had been writing video ideas. "After the faceTime situation, he uhm," I sigh. "He ghosted me."

"Excuse me?" Juny's voice filled with disgust. "No, did he actually?"

"Yeah, I messaged him a few times but he never replied," I told them. "He left me on read every time. I feel so stupid."

"No, don't say that!" Emmy scoots over to me. Pulling me in for a hug.

“The thing is. I streamed in the car ride here, right?” The three nod. “He messaged me during it. Asking if I was in Florida.”

“So he decides to completely ignore you for weeks and then message you when he finds out you’re here?” Charlee questions. A look of pure confusion on her face.

“Yeah, like I don’t understand him,” I admit. “I genuinely thought we might be going somewhere relationship-wise. And then he pulls this shit.”

“In my opinion, you should ignore him. Just like he did you,” Juny says. She would always watch my back. Right now I knew she didn’t want me to get hurt - more - by this guy. For now, I decided to listen to Juny.

The next day the squad went to IKEA. I was surprised I wasn't that jetlagged. Maybe it was the fact that I went to bed at a normal time here. I had been awake for 22 hours straight. Sure, I've done worse. But I needed to change my sleeping schedule and fast. I didn't want to be jetlagged forever.

"Should I stream or make a video out of it?" I asked once were all parked in the parking garage. We had gone in three cars. I know it sounds like a bit much, be we didn't have big cars. And seeing as I need an entire bed and closet, it seemed like the best option. We probably would have gone with four but I don't have a car here yet.

"I think you should make it a video," Emmy answers. "Just in case, and you can do little polls on Twitter. Like 'Which bed do I pick, left or right?' and add pictures of the beds you like."

"Oh, that is such a good, idea! Yes, let's do that," I cling to her as the four of us enter the surprisingly quiet IKEA. I sent out a tweet as a warning.

I'm in the IKEA right now. I want your guy's help picking out furniture. So, be on the lookout for polls!

"Do we want to get some lunch first, or after?" Juny asks when we get inside.

"I think in between," Charlee suggests. "We first go into the showrooms to pick out furniture that we need to write down. Then eat lunch before we head downstairs for any other kind of decoration and pick up what we have picked out," we all agree with that and head into the showrooms.

"Come here, guys!" Charlee calls out to us from one of the showrooms. Coming over I find her in a little hallway in front of a mirror. "Group pic?" she asks when all of us are there.

Taking the picture I put it on my private Snapchat story. Of course, Dream is quick to send me a message on there now.

"Are you serious," I mumble.

"What?" Emmy asks, being the only one that heard me. Charlee and Juny currently looking at living room inspiration. Not that we needed anything new for the living room, but it's always nice to look.

"Dream, messaged me," I tell her.

DREAM 💔 That's crazy! George, Sapnap and I are here too!

"Okay, quick question. I know you're ignoring him like he ignored you. But what if you heard him out. Maybe he has a good reason. He's here, so, would you want that?" Emmy is careful with her words. Trying to see how I stood in the situation.

"I guess I would like to know why," I admit quietly. "But who says he's not just going to ignore me again?"

"You'll never know the answer for sure, but do you think it's worth a shot?" I think about it for a moment before turning my eyes back to my phone. Emmy reads over my shoulder as I type.

ME Really? Where are you guys now? DREAM 💔 We are at the end of Work space ME Oh, we are just about to enter the living room storage area DREAM 💔 We can wait for you guys if you would like? We can continue together. ME I'll have to ask the girls, we do plan on having lunch once we are done with this floor. DREAM 💔 That's fine, go ask them. We'll wait for now.

"Guys! We're meeting up with the Dream team!" I announce to the other two girls.

"What!" Juny sounds disappointed. "I thought we were ignoring him1"

"I know, but I want answers," I grab her hands, looking into her eyes. I give her a pout.

"Okay, fine," she mock rolls her eyes, making me giggle. We finish looking around, after waiting on a pol answer. I posted a poll asking if I should buy a cup or not. I really loved the STRIMMIG mug, so why not ask the fans if I should get it. The answer was a fat yes, with 92% win.

When we walk into the workspace section, I already notice the dream team in the corner of my eye. They were talking together, sitting at a displayed desk.

"I'm gonna do another poll," I say out loud to no one in particular. Taking out my phone, I continue walking down the path. Putting in another pol. "None of these desks seem big enough, should I go for a dining table desk instead," I mumble along as I type it out.

"Not big enough?" I recognize the voice immediately. A little startled, I jump. Looking up I catch Dreams grin. He, along with Sapnap and George chuckle at my reaction.

"God, you startled me," I chuckle awkwardly.

"Sorry, how are you?" Dream asks. I couldn't help it but really bothered me that he acted like nothing was wrong.

"I'm good, what about you?" I ask, stepping closer, I offer a hug as a greeting. He accepts, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I hug his middle. He really is tall. I hate that it has an affect on me.

"I'm great, George just needs a few things for his room," he answers when we pull away. I decide to greet Sapnap and George the same way, giving them a hug as well. Then the girls walk up, greeting the three guys as well. Hugs are exchanged. Juny pulls me to her, almost like she's keeping me away from Dream.

"But does that mean, we're continuing together?" Sapnap asks.

"Yeah," the four of us answer in sync.

We continue down the showrooms, taking notice of a lot of things. Writing them down on the paper with of course the tiny IKEA pencil. Juny stays with me the entire time, arms hooked together. I appreciated it, but I also wanted to talk to Dream. I noticed him wanting to talk to me as well but we didn't get the time.

Even when we were having lunch we couldn't talk. Whenever we would try friends of either person pulled us into a different conversation. What that did do tho, was give me hope. He wanted to talk to me. That must mean something right?

Gathering all the stuff was chaos. We were running around the storage area. Everyone was laughing, camera's out for footage. At one point I was standing on one of the carts. Dream pushing me forwards and fast. He ran into a random aisle. One we didn't need to be in. And we were able to hide from the others for just a minute.

"Hi," I whisper. We sat under the shelves in an empty spot.

"Hey," he whispers back with a grin. I wasn't really sure what to say. I ended up just staring at him for a while. He was still as beautiful as I thought he was when I first saw him on FaceTime. Even more so if I was honest. It was so strange to me to see him in real life. Maybe one day I would have gotten the opportunity to meet him, but I wasn't expecting it to be today.

"Is it just me, or is it weird to see you in real life?" I end up mumbling, full of uncertainty. I wasn't sure if admitting that was a good idea. To my surprise, he chuckles, nodding his head.

"It is, but I'm glad I'm able to meet you," I'm about to make a comment when Emmy runs up our aisle.

"There you two are! We've got everything. Ready to go?" she asks quickly, a little awkward look on her face. She didn't realize the two of us were together until she reached us.

"Yeah, let's go," for now I guess we would have to leave our conversation at that. Maybe having a talk about it here wouldn't be a good plan anyway.

After paying we gathered our cars. I stayed with the multiple carts along with George, he only had to buy a desk and a few accessories. I ended up with a IDANÄS bed, two VITTSJÖ tables for at my bedside, a LINDBYN as a mirror by a small VITTSJÖ laptop table and a CHILISTRÅN cause I want me some cute plants, along with a few more plant pots, including plants. Seeing as I do have clothes, I also got a PAX / FARDAL with more than enough room for everything I own and new things to add. I got a BRUNSTA for the main light, seeing that I am a hoe for music, I got a black SYMFONISK speaker lamp which made me very poor. But Dream gifted me the duvet, along with pillows and a cute set of covers.

"How has your time in America been?" I ask George. He had been a while longer than I had. So obviously I was curious.

"Quite good actually. It's a big change, but so worth it," his answer made me smile. The look in his eyes really showed that he loved being able to live with his friends. "This is your second day right?" I nod. "Let the girls take you to all of the junk food restaurants. They are so different, but I promise they are good," I chuckle at the orgasm-like face he pulls at just the thought of food.

"Alright, I will," just then 5 cars pull up. We take up almost the entire space for loading in. We helped each other place everything in the cars but there was a problem. With all the stuff that I had, my seat in the car was taken.

"What do we do? We don't have space for another person besides the driver," Charlee voiced the obvious.

"Look, I don't mind waiting," we had the conversation while the guys were packing the desk into Dreams car. The desk being too big for Sapnaps car.

"We can't just leave you here!" Juny spoke loudly, catching the attention of the guys.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap asks.

"I can't go with them, the cars are too full," I tell them. "I'm willing to stay and wait for one of them to return-"

"But we are not going to do that," Charlee said sternly.

"My car has space, I can bring you home," Dream immediately offers.

"No, we'll figure something out," Judy says, pulling me closer to her.

"Look, I know what you're trying to do," I whisper to her. "But this is our only option right now," her face scrunches up in frustration.

"Fine."

"Are you sure it's okay?" I ask Dream.

"Of course!" He replies immediately. "We can't just leave you here stranded."

"Alright, then let's go," I am quick to say. Not wanting anyone to change their mind. "Message me the address, 'cause I don't know it from the top of my head yet," I tell Emmy who nods. Everyone gets into their cars. Dream surprisingly opens the door for me and lets me step inside. "Thank you," thanking him with a bright smile. He smiles back before going to the driver's side.

"Are you okay with us first bringing the desk to my place?" He asks once he's settled in.

"Oh, sure, that's fine by me," I tell him as I watch the others drive off. He puts on some music and starts driving. We were the last to leave, I couldn't see any of my friends' cars anymore.

I didn't realize my leg was bouncing until we reached the highway. I only realized when Dream's hand landed on my thigh. The bouncing almost immediately stopped. I didn't necessarily mind the hand, in fact, it was bringing me comfort - somehow.

His voice breaks my trance though I don't catch what he said. I look at him, releasing a 'huh?'. A smile grows on his lips as he repeats his question.

"How was your flight?"

"Oh, right, uhm. Uneventful really," I tell him honestly. "It was a long flight, didn't have money for first class. So I was stuffed with other people. I don't really mind. I did have the window seat, but having to get up to pee was the worst. Especially when the guys next to me were asleep. But I managed," Dream didn't seem to mind my rambling, but when I mentioned that I was sat next to guys. His grip on my thigh seemed to tighten just a little. Just enough for me to notice. "Other than that, they were really nice to me. They even helped me put my small suitcase in the top compartment and back out," I tested my thoughts and again his grip tightened. This time he also seemed to grit his teeth. I slide my hand over to his. Placing my hand on his, my thumb stroking gently on the back of his hand. The grip on my thigh relaxed a little bit at the touch.

"I'm glad you arrived safe and well," he says. "I am kinda hurt you didn't tell me you were moving to Florida," at this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"And, I'm hurt you ghosted me after what happened," my voice is monotone. Shaking my leg to remove his hand. I fully turn away from him. Staring out the window, legs closed, leaning against the door. I sigh comes from him. I can't tell if it's a sigh of annoyance or something else. Not that I care at the moment.

"I'm sorry," he says, but I ignore him. Opening the window, I let the wind blow in. The weather was nice and warm today. I prove my ignorance more by deciding to put the volume higher. Singing along loudly with the songs to pass the time.

He decides to stay quiet for the rest of the ride. Probably realises he deserves the treatment I'm giving him. Finally, we reach the Dream Team house. One I recognize from George's video. There we find Sapnap and George waiting in the driveway. They probably arrived just a few minutes ago. My plan was to stay in the car, but Sapnap opens the door on my side. Dream and George carrying in the desk.

"Come on, let's give you a tour!" His excitement has me complying. I get out of the car, following him into the house. I had to admit that the house was gorgeous. I recognized Dreams studio from the time we had that FaceTime call. At last, he showed me Dreams bedroom. "And last but not least, Dream's bedroom," he opened the door, allowing me to walk inside first. His room was surprisingly normal. Plain black hardwood bed. Covered in sacramento-coloured sheets. Black hardwood nightstands on either side. Simple matching lamps on each.

Before I could admire the room any further, the door slammed shut behind me. Startled I turn around.

"Sapnap! What-"

"You and Dream, have to talk," is all he says through the door.

Now what.

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

// SERIES // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

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I saw your thor/Tyr fic and I loved it! I dont know if your taking request for god of war but can you do a fic or headcanon about a gay thor accepting he likes guys with a m reader and perhaps getting jealous when he sees him talking to others. Omg that be so cute!

I couldn't have died a Greater Death | Thor

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Reader: male| Thor x Egyptian God! Male Reader (romantic)

Notes: This got so long that it actually lags when I scroll. This has all nine yards, cute, sad...death. also. I feel like I didn't even fulfill the request all the way. Im sorry 😭😭

Warnings: major character death, mention of blood

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"Y/n!" A young Thor called, "Y/n! Where are you!"

The young man was freezing his ass off in the snow, another mission he was sent on by his father.

"Y/n!"

There was laughing, loud laughing as Y/n shot past him on a half downed log through the snow.

"Catch me now Bitch!" Y/n laughed, shouting as the log went off the cliff side.

"Im okay!" Y/n shouted, he had barely grabbed onto the cliff, as the log went into the nearby frozen lake.

He sighed as he made it up onto safe ground, his body laying out flat in the plush snow.

Thor made his way over, standing over him.

"Are you done now?" Thor asked looking at the black haired teen.

Y/n smiled, "Snows amazin isnt it? I never liked the heat anyway."

"Hm." Thor hummed, picking y/n up by the back of his shirt and putting him on his feet.

"Hey. You're gettin stronger." Y/n smiled.

"I've always been stronger than you." Thor argued, "you're a runt."

"I am not." Y/n defended, "I just....look different."

"Your looks do not matter." Thor said, pulling Y/n's arm up, "it's your arms, they're thin. Eat more."

"Get out of here." Y/n dismissed with a laugh and a headshake, walking off into the snow, Thor walking off, Y/n following behind him.

Thor liked Y/n, he was different, both in looks, and deminer. Unlike most people of his usual world, Y/n wore larger than usual eyes that were set to be blacker than the night sky, with hair just as dark, and done in thick braids, decorated with odd beads, strings tied throughout, and other odd small decorations. Thor had even put in some wooden beads he carved himself, with little runes in them for protection. Y/n wore black paint as he thought it on his eyes, often smeared and messed up after their adventures. He didn't understand exactly where in the mortal realm did Y/n come from: and Y/n never told, he kept it a secret; it was always a fun one.

'Nah, tellin' ya would be too easy.'

'You gotta guess it yourself, Thunder boy.'

Perhaps his hair was just different than others, and he liked wearing paint, he wore the usual: the normal, for any regular around their stomping grounds to wear.

"This is it," Thor said, looking into the cave.

"What are we looking for exactly?"

"A crystal."

Y/n hummed, "That's it? Seems simple enough-"

The teen was cut off by a roar, coming from deep within the cave, "Now that makes more sense." Y/n spoke on his own defense marching his way in casually.

"You're going to get yourself killed."

"Oh come on, can't be that hard now. Can it?" Y/n argued with a smile, Thor following him inside.

Y/n made it to the cavern entrance, he looked around at the crystal-filled room.

"Would you look at this place?" Y/n smiled looking back, "Thor! Come on!"

He made it into the cave, odd nothing was attacking them.

"Come on, we should grab what you need." Y/n told, "Just a few right?"

"Yeah."

It was a simple mission really; grab some crap, and make it back to Asgard, Y/n was busy breaking some of the smaller crystals off the larger clusters as Thor picked a few of the larger ones in before tossing them in a sack together and closing it off with some string.

"Look, and I'm still standing."

"Surprisingly."

"Come on, you'd be lost without me."

Y/n got no comment as the two left the way they came in, back into the snow.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Thor told.

Y/n nodded, "Tomorrow."

Thor started walking off before pausing and turning around, "Thanks,"

"Hey, thank me for trusting me a bit more eh?" Y/n joked, the smile never leaving his face, "meet you at the usual?"

Thor nodded and was gone in an instant, his usual mode of transportation.

Out from its cave came a Serpopared, a creature with the head and body of a lion, the neck of a giraffe, and a snake, with a snake tonnage.

"Good boy," Y/n hummed, its head hanging in reach of Y/n's hands ready for a head pat in good work, which he received, "Let's go home now, I know they're bound to be some souls for you to torture in the Nile, El Naddahha is always busy at work."

With an odd purr, it was in agreement as they ventured home, back to the deserts of Egypt, where the Nile river provided their resource, and the reeds were plentiful.

Sneaking back to Egypt was the easy part, it was what resided next that was troublesome.

Making it across the Durat was the hard part and often-

"You idiot!" A harsh smack across the back of the head.

"Ow!" Y/n complained.

"Do you have any idea what would happen if father caught you! Again!" Anubis argued.

"Oh get your cat ears out of your own ass," Y/n argued.

"Jackal." He glared.

"right-right whatever. you dopey dog." Y/n argued looking up at his brother, "Where is your mask anyway? Off duty?"

"Im out here, looking for you, you idiot!"

"what? me? why?" Y/n argued, "You hate me."

"It's the sixteenth day!" Anubis argued, Y/n looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ohhh!" Y/n aspirated letting it fall flat soon after; "yeah I have no idea-"

"Khonshu! Ring a bell!?" Anubis shouted, Y/n shrugged Anubis groaned in annoyance, "Your coronation! We're you take one of our mother's roles as death! You're being 'Offically' brought into the royal family at the highest moon point of the damn month!"

It finally clicked.

"FUCK!"

"YEAH, NO SHIT FUCK Y/N! YOU HAVE MERE HOURS TO PREPARE!"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

The two quickly rushed along, Y/n tripping along the way before his brother simple picked him up and rushed off to the palace. Where Anbuis bursted through the door with his brother in arms.

"I have him!"

"Oh thank the nile!" There mother praised, rushing over as Y/n was sat his feet, "Quickly! Quickly! Now!"

Y/n was thrown in a cold bath, hair quickly unbeaded, un twisted and then un braided.

"Where were you!" His mother argued pacing, "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you!"

"Im sorry mother-"

"This is why we prepare in advance, we are prepared, your father luckily thinks I've been pampering you this whole time-"

"Mother you are pacing again-" Anbuis spoke up, but it didnt stop her rant of worry, and pancing.

"I just. This has to be perfect! Its not everyday you give your child a part of a mortal life cycle!- the sphinx! Are you and Sphinx friends dear!? The Nile Siren?!-"

"Yes mother-"

"Good. Good! Souls are important with the dead. They must! Must always be carried through! You must guide them! Durat is quite a hard walk, I suppose -"

"Mother." Y/n spoke, "everything works out as it should."

"Right. Right of course."

"Lets get you some rose tea mother." Anbuis spoke taking there mother along leaving Y/n to quickly finish bathing.

He was quick to do so, glad no one had asked about his previous clothing and quickly hid those away before dressing in formal attire, asking polietely for some servents help, and recieved his father instead.

Fuck.

"You called for help-"

"Father. Uh. Sir."

"Sit."

"But-"

"Sit."

Y/n took a seat on the bench, his father brushing through his hair getting ready to have it decorated once more.

"You ran off again."

"No..."

"Y/n."

"Fine." Y/n argued, "I did. Okay."

"Where to?" Osiris questioned.

Y/n was silent he knew his father didnt like the North, "The...North....far...north"

"The North!?" His father argued, "What in Ra's rays were you doing there!? The Aesir are there! The North Men!"

Y/n was silent, "I know. But the snow!"

Osiris sighed, "The North Men, the Aesir. They throw the wolrds out of balance."

"Why?"

"Because there One true ruler is greedy, he does not take his roll as he should. Child You must understand this." He explained, now infront of Y/n, "They Faulter moon by moon. There ruler does nothing but break them down resfusing to rebuild."

Y/n looked down in silence, it was clear to anyone the knews was distrauting.

His father grabbed his chin to make him look at him: "Do you know why I named you Y/n." He asked softly.

"To single me out? Y/n's not exactly a famous name around here."

Osiris sighed, "To show, you will be different, that it is your strength. You will rule death as no one has before. But you must understand there are things that must happen. Things you must be wary of. That means no more far North Traveling."

"Dad-"

"As your god I demanded it of you." His father spoke dropping his chin, "as your father. I beg of you. Keep the Durat safe, your family. "

"I-"

"Yes that includes Anbuis even if you hate him."

Y/n pouted, as Osiris raised an eyebrow awaiting his sons answer.

"Fine..."

"You will be great my son. I know you will."

Y/n was silent most the rest of the day, the Coronation, seemed deafening, he seemed numb, the life drained from his face, his eyes.

He was rewarded with a much simpler head peice, like his mothers, it crowned his head in a flow of golden perils, Lapis Lazuli dangled down infront of his eyes as a veil and turquoise framed his face.

The family sat on there thrones while the party happened below. Y/n adorned in gifts, prized materials, and even a mythical beast: the Sphinx: gifted with the face of a human, the body of a lion, wings of a eagle the horns of a ram, and snake tails.

It is large in size and could topple anyone by simply laying back. Y/n took to the floor, the animal laying down as Y/n accompanied it, leaning against the beast as he stroked its fur.

That was all Y/n really moved that night, staring off into space with the non stop stroking of the fur. What was Thor doing? What would he be doing? Drinking seemed something he'd do. Trainning maybe. Yet getting yelled at by his father was most reasonable and likely.

The next few days Y/n would feel horrible, determined to sneak away the next day: but was always busy, Death this, Death that, Death here, Death this Pharoh, Death that Pharoh. Soon Y/n stopped, stopped trying to sneak away, he had to. Along with that, his worst nightmare: fitting into the everlasting role too perfectly passed on from his mother to him. Death wasn't all that bad: not like people cooked it up to be, at least. The nagging, the painful nagging; Day after Day, Night after Night. Soul after Soul. He grew from his teenage self to his adult final self, his brothers by his sides; rulers of the underworld, gods to the past on souls that were found through the Durat.

"You're upset," Horus spoke, walking up the stairs where Y/n lay with his Sphinx, reading a text.

"I suppose," Y/n spoke.

"Why? If I may ask."

"You don't get bored here?" Y/n argued, "Get, dead tired of the same thing over and over again?"

"I suppose." Horus spoke, grabbing a grape from one of the many bowls set on pedestals, "Mhm, this is good."

Y/n sighed looking over, Horus indulging himself in grapes, "Just take the whole bowl would you?"

He took it as told, and with a grin.

"Anyway." He spoke, mouth full, but soon stopped himself, swallowing what fruit he had in his mouth, "What would mortals do without my gates? It's how we get in and out anyway."

"You've never been to the mortal world-"

"Yeah, I have-"

"no! Horus!" Y/n defended, "There's more! more out there! Snow!"

"Snow?" Horse asked, "What's snow?"

"It's white! It's fluffy! It's water! But like, cotton!" y/n explained.

"Like the reeds of the Nile! When we use to beat each other with them."

"Yeah! Just like that! when they explode! but it's cold! Real cold!"

"lets go then! Where do we find it!"

"North."

Horus paused, "North? How far North?"

"Far...North...?"

"The Norse Men!" Horus argued, "What the fuck! Do you have any idea what's happening Far North!?"

"No?"

"Remember the story father use to tell us? About the Fallen stars?"

"The gods, yeah."

"You read a lot, it's Olympus"

"Zeus' playground?"

"The archer that shoots down the stars with arrows of axes and knives, he killed the gods." Horus explained taking a seat next to Y/n, "He lives. I overheard Father speaking of it to the old soldiers; he's tearing through gods left and right. If he learns of us: father- mother- who knows what will happen."

"But we didn't do anything."

"That old Norseman they call the All-Father has a way of getting into people's heads. He has a soldier, that controls thunder; they say he tore down one of their nine realms and all the people within it..."

Y/n leaned back, unsettled, "Look, I get it. You're adventurous, but be careful. If they find a way, here imagine the shit that could happen."

"Yeah... I get it." Y/n responded Horus nodding.

"In times like this, we must be careful. You must be careful." Horus told, Y/n nodding in return.

Y/n watched his brother leave before rushing for Papyrus and ink. Who was he to write to? Thor after all these years? To the All Father?

He called for his personal Heron, it decorated with a thin gold collar and golden wing tips for protection.

"Take this." Y/n told her, writing on the paper as quick as he could, before rolling it and tying it off, "To the one you believe that will help me. Im trusting you."

Tying it to the Heros collar he smiled at the bird solemnly, "lets hope its not as bad as they say...go on now."

With Y/n's last words, the Heron left.

It would make the journey through the Durat flying high above in the starry sky, through the doors of Horus, and out into the living breathing world: north was his goal; far north. Into the now ever snows, through the forest and into the entrance of the Yggdrasil tree, where it flew along its roots. Avoiding the young Nidhogg that snapped up at her as she landed infront of the mother to gain entrence.

A squalbble here from the Heron and a gruff from the Nidhogg allowing the messenger passage up the tree and into its various branches. It landing on the branch Ratatosk sat on most of its time when called upon.

"Get! Get out of here!" Sindri shouted and attempted to shoo the bird away, "Go! Go away!"

But no avail, as the bird left its perch and swooped in through a window, causing a ruckus and more shouting from Sindri.

"What the hell!-"

"Grab it!"

"Don't hurt it! Its just a bird!" Atreus argued, stopping anyone from making brash movements, "Its just scared"

"And it looks like it came with a message." Mimir spoke up, the bird walking closer to Atreus. He realzing the peice of paper rolled and tied to the collar, he carefully undoing in.

"Where's it from? Another realm?" Freya asked.

"Another god heard of your handy work, Kratos." Freyr joked.

"What does it say Atreus?" Kratos questioned.

"Anyone knows a Y/n? From...E. e. Far, far south? He's one of the gods of death." Atreus explained reading the paper, "He's talking about the desecration of the snow people from the snow realm... the giants and Jötunheimr!"

"What does the god of death want with you?" Freya asked.

Atreus didn't answer reading over the paper, "it's not for me, it's...for you father."

"Continue on then Atreus."

"He's asking for you to come to...uh..."

Atreus looked at Freya and lifted it up to her, she looked over the letter; "Egypt Atreus, it's pronounced Egypt. An Egyptian god is asking for your appearance in the Durat."

"A new enemy for you to face then Kratos?" Týr questioned.

"I am not sure."

"Sign your name with a golden feather from the Heron, and throw the scroll into the fire, it will take you and whoever you wish to his palace, and the Heron will guide you" Freya explained, "if he simply wishes to talk, I would go: he could be a useful ally during Ragnarök."

"hm. I will consider his allyship until I feel it will falter the slightest."

"That is reasonable, I will accompany you," Freya explained.

"Very well. Atreus-"

"I want to go! If he knows anything about the giants!-"

"Go grab your thinks, and be quick." Kratos finished, Atreus nodding as he quickly went to grab his things.

"It will be different from our land, we must be careful." Freya explained, "We don't know anything about this god or the company he keeps."

Atreus was quick to come back, he told to sign the paper as the three walked over to the fireplace, Atreus throwing it in as instructed. Open came to a rift and in went the Heron, Kratos keeping his son back as he entered first.

"It's sand," Atreus spoke kicking around some of the sand below his feet the wind blowing causing some to blow into his face, " Ew its in my mouth!"

"Come." Kratos told, the Heron walking forward, and up the steps of the palace.

Atreus followed behind the close he could, he anamored by the decorative walls, with carvings and markings he's never seen.

"Father- Look!-"

He stopped seeing his father gone, "oh no, no, no, no."

Atreus went running down the hall, he lost in the many halls.

"Pst."

"Huh."

"Pst!"

He turned around quickly with a drawn bow, a creature about the size of his friends Sindri and Brok, maybe smaller, in the middle of the hall, walking closer he realized it was a statue.

Turning back around he went searching.

"Pst!"

A bite on his ankle caught him off gaurd.

"Ow!"

"Pst!"

Another bite.

"Hey!"

What seemed like just one turned into two, and two turned into ten, ten to twenty, and soon after, they piled up, small creatures with sharp teeth, they all idendical in size and shape.

"Hey! Hey! Get off!" Atreus shouted trying to get on off his back, "woah!"

He fell backwards, they grabbing him and dragging him along.

"Hey! Get! Off!"

Y/n sat in his throne room. His throne was gone, and it was replaced with a large rug, which him and his beast of a friend laid on. Two gaurds, statues, jackal headed stood tall as they opened the doors.

Y/n contuined stroking the beast he laid on, invested in his writing. The Heron coming in to intruppt his work.

Y/n looked over, stroking the featers of the bird before it flew off.

"Hault!"

"They're my guest." Y/n interviened the jackals as they stopped, returning to there post.

"You...called upon us..." Kratos spoke up.

Y/n put down the paper.

"You are gods of the nine realms?"

"No."

"One of you are."

"That would be me." Freya spoke up.

"And You? I heard you were the god killer. You'd surely answer what I seek."

"Master! Master!" A group called.

"Hey! Let me go!" Atreus shouted being dragged in the room.

"Atreus-"

"We found an intruder-"

"Unhand him." Y/n ordered the Bes.

"Yes Master."

They dropped him on the ground, along with his things.

"Apologies. This is one of your people?"

"He is my son." Kratos spoke.

"I apologize once again." Y/n told, Atreus standing up and grabbing his things.

"They're not very friendly."

"They're not ment to be." Y/n informed, "I will have new arrows crafted for you, and a bow in regards."

"What do you want?" Freya asked with a sharp tounage.

"Your knowledge." Y/n explained, "the people who live in the snow realm-"

"The giants in Jötunheimar." Atreus spoke up, "you know about that? All the way out here?"

"It was a story my father told me often. To scare me away from the North." Y/n informed, "I am sure curosity has led you down the dark path before. As it does all."

"To what does this have with us." Kratos inquired.

"The god who did it." Y/n told his solemn, "who, who was it."

Freya glanced at Kratos, he glancing back at her, it was for but a moment.

"Thor," Freya spoke, "Son of-"

"Odin...yes. I know." Y/n responded, clearing his throat, "Is he dead? The God of Thunder?"

"You know of him, do you not?" Kratos questioned.

"I do. Yes." Y/n told, "did. I did know him once..."

Y/n stood up walking down the steps of the pedestal he was placed on, and ended infront of Kratos.

"I feel you understand best what it is to loose someone."

"We all loose someone one day."

Y/n nodded, "I have yet to ask your name. God killer isnt good image on the youth."

"I am Kratos, this is Atreus my son. And...Freya."

"Don't forget me brother."

Kratos pulled a head from his belt, "and-"

"Mimir." Y/n smiled, "Thor use to talk quiet alot of shit about you. Though you still had a body I suppose."

"Well, your Highness, I dont know if I should be flattered or should be worried."

Y/n chuckled, "Depends on your ego."

"That it does."

Y/n smiled small, but it soon dropped, "Now. I suppose I should offer you a deal."

"A deal?" Kratos asked.

"Agreement. Favors for Favors." Y/n spoke, "come with me you three and a third."

Mimir only chuckled at the small joke, Y/n leading them from the throne room, and through the palace.

Atreus was by his side, he was interested in all the things that showed up in this palace, from the wall decor to the clothes Y/n wore on his body, he was especially interested in the animals, between the creature that followed close behind them once resting with the God to the creatures that had dragged him into the throne room.

Y/n brought them into a library, it vast, and well decorated in precious gems stones and jewels, frescos stories of the past present and possible future,

"Feel free to explore." Y/n told Atreus.

"Really?" He asked.

Y/n smiled and nodded, "Yes. Dont fear the scarbs. They are friendly, and will help you."

Atreus looked up at his father, "it is safe?" Kratos questioned.

"Yes."

"Very well."

Atreus nodded and wandered off to explore.

"What is this. Deal you wish to make."

"You may have anything." Y/n explained, "With not cost. No soul reaped, no price to pay."

"This is a deal." Freya spoke, "that means we give something to you. Thats how these things work."

"Tell me where I can find Thor."

"Asgard."

"How do I get to Asgard."

That caused Freya to chuckle. This must've been a joke.

"You can't." Freya spoke, "Its not something you can so easily get into. You'll need the man who built it."

"The fire giant..." Y/n spoke.

"How do you know of Sutur." Kratos questioned, Y/n looking his way.

"I read." Y/n explained, walking off the two following him, "I read quite a bit honestly. It's what I do in my spare time."

"Your highness if I may." Mimir spoke, "Why must you see the god of thunder? You are death are you not?"

"That... should be self explaitionary, I suppose." Y/n responded.

"You plan to kill Thor?" Freya asked.

"I plan to reason with him: then kill him if I must."

"Your highness pardon the intrusion."

Y/n looked down at the rabbit creature fur painted as if it was the skeleton showing.

"Yes."

He was handed a scroll opening it he looked through it, "burn him alive till the next highest moon."

"That is not until next month."

"Burn him. Alive." Y/n ordered.

"Very well."

The creature hopped away with the scroll back in hand.

"A criminal punishment, I suppose." Mimir inquired.

"An animal abuser." Y/n responded, "Im quiet found of there afterlife punishment."

"I'd hate to be living under your rule as a criminal." He responded.

Y/n hummed and contuined on, "Now to show my gratitude and apology, these will help you."

Y/n stopped at a scroll self, and sifted through them, "These."

He pulled out a few handed them to Kratos and Freya, "Easy access, vanishing magic, it'll help you in a pinch. These do not need fire. Just a simple open and drop of blood if you're in such a rush."

"Thank you." Freya thanked, Y/n nodded.

"Freya go for Atreus. We will follow behind."

"Kratos I-"

Kratos looked back at her, she nodding and walking off.

"A private question you have?" Y/n asked they contuining their chat through the libary.

"You do this all for love," Kratos examined, "am I wrong?"

"If I must be honest with you, I do not know myself."

"Mhm..." he hummed, "It is a dangerous game which you dabble in."

"Fighting with Thor."

"Not knowing what you feel." He explained, "it is not my right to judge or to deny you of any emotion. Yet it is more dangerous than any physical battle you may face."

"You've ran into him before?" Y/n asked.

"He blew a hole into the roof of my house while we battled."

"Ah." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, "I can get that fixed for you."

"You may be able to fix a hole in a roof. But you can not fix everything." Kratos explained a tinge to his voice, he showed concern, "I have learned that the hard way. It becomes harder as you become a father in my own circumstances."

"Your son is very polite, you have done well."

"I worry for him still."

Y/n chuckled, "You sound like my own old man."

"He is protective of you. He is worried all fathers worry for their child no matter their age."

There was laughter in the distance, Atreus enjoying the beast known as the Sphinx, petting it happily, Freya watching him with a smile.

"Did you see the beatles?" Atreus asked Freya, who nodded.

"Scarbs." The rabbit next to him correct, similar in coat of the previous one, "They help in protecting the libary."

"Scarbs." Atreus nodded in understandment.

The rabbit nodded, "They protect the scrolls most importantly -"

"Enteraining the guest now, are we sarcophagus Bringer?"

The rabbit looked back and hopped over, "My royal Highness, I was just coming your way. The man you wished burned is being dragged across the Durat now. The soul sands are not very happy with him. The caines of Set are also havin a go at him."

"Good." Y/n spoke, "I will be going on...an outing."

The rabbit nodded, "Would you like assistance, my royal highness,"

"No. Sagi is all I will need." Y/n responded, the Sphinx coming at the call of the name, "I will see you later on. For work."

"Of course, my royal highness."

Y/n watched as the rabbit hopped off and Atreus and Freya joined back up with the two.

"So. What's the plan?" Atreus asked.

"Y/n has gotten what he has asked for." Kratos responded, "he will aid us in upcoming events."

"You're gonna fight at Ragnarök with us?" Atreus asked.

"It is a possibility." Y/n spoke, "For now. I go to Thor."

"You have a way into Asgard?" Atreus asked, "How?"

"I do not have a way." Y/n responded, "not now."

Atreus thought for a moment, "You can't travel between all the realms?" Atreus asked.

"Yes, but I have to worry about the wall."

"The bird." Freya commented.

"My Heron?" Y/n asked.

"It can scale Surtur's wall. It will be seen as a messenger from another god." Freya explained, "And therefore not be shot down."

"That could work," Y/n responded, whistling for the Heron who came flying in quickly.

He was quick to grab an empty scroll from a drawer with a pen and ink, he filled out the scroll quickly, tying it off and tying it to the Heron as he had done before.

"Asgard, to Thor." Y/n told her, "May Ra guide you."

The heron quickly took off down the hall with speed and looked back at the group; "Now, let's get you all home, I've kept you for far too long."

Y/n was quick to return them home, Atreus stopping before he left.

"You'll be okay? Against Thor?"

Y/n nodded, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I can handle myself."

"Well, what happens if you need help? He hurt my father pretty bad." He admitted.

Y/n chuckled, "I am a death young one."

"Yeah but...my dads kinda a big deal," Atreus spoke with a smile.

"He is." Y/n chuckled, thinking for a moment, "Here."

Y/n called for a Rabbit with a scroll and box, it quickly hopped it's way to Y/n, "This. Will open a rift, to help you get to me at any time."

Y/n handed it to Atreus, "And this."

Opening the box he took out a necklace, a scarab engraved on it; "Will guide you when you are lost."

Y/n put it on Atreus, he startled slightly when its lid sprung open, "Woah..."

A little Beatle inside solid gold, with a small jade design, was the guide.

"here."

Atreus took off his necklace which held a jade-colored arrowhead, "Friends?"

Y/n chuckled, "friends indeed Atreus."

He nodded, and Y/n watched him leave. Though the smile soon dropped from Y/n's face, he had business to attend to. With quick steps, he rushed to his chambers and pulled out the chest from under his bed, it help old clothing of the Far North. It made for the cold and harsh winters the North often faced. Y/n was quick to change, leaving his royal garments and jewelry on the bed.

Killing Thor seemed like the easy option. The easy way out, it would end many problems but would start one for himself.

The Heron had landed in Asgard, a drunk Thor slouched in the backside of the Meed Hall, out of meed and out of patients, for himself out of all.

The Heron stood infront of Thor, "stupid bird..."

He tried swinging at it, but to no avail, the bird simply moving out the way before it settled itself in the shade besides Thor, tired from its adventures.

"You're not... bad..." Thor spoke, and with a drunken chuckle, he pet the Heron's back feathers with a heavy hand. Only then did he realize the scroll hooked to it.

Thor took the scroll rather roughly, the Heron snapped at his fingers, in annoyance.

Thor, the god of Thunder: drunk, mindless, tired. Awoken with a simple letter, it one sentence, five simple words; five words that meant someone was alive: and well.

'meet you at the usual?'

Thor looked to the side, the bird quiet as it kept itself, its own body huddled together to look like a loaf of colorful bread, it taking its long deserved break.

"You need some fish hm?"

The Heron looked his way, allowing itself to be picked up and carried away to be fed fresh caught fish and fresh water.

Y/n sat in a tree, the sky starting to fall, the changing of day to night skys, breezes froze and hurt as they hit too hard against skin. Y/n was wrapped in furs, clothing known around the area, allowing him to blend. He wondered what Thor looked like now, how much had he grown, perhaps Y/n was taller than him now? Perhaps shorter. Maybe Y/n's spark died, and Thor picked it up so that along the years.

The crunching of snow soon came into earshot. Fresh powder against old boots.

The Heron landed in a tree, mostly for safety: it there happened to be a battle. This would be only where death was previlent.

Y/n stood up from his spot in the tree, hiding behind the thick bole of the tree, which reached far into the sky, carefully he climbed branches, making sure to use whatever cover he could use.

The red hair, that was the same: the ginger tone against the snow was an easy call out to anyone, friend or foe. He was larger than Y/n remembered, a beard finally grown in. It almost made him laugh: Thor could never grow one while they were younger, and it was one of the things they picked on each other about; their insecurities jokes to one another: but never to one outside the duo.

Tattoos adorned what body he could see on the man. Adding to what he had before, Y/n had left. It was quite a collection now. Speaking of the now, it was made clear: Thor would always be bigger, stronger bodied, and strong hearted Y/n hopped.

Despite how he wished to glide down the snowu mountian with a log screaming at the top of his lungs. This god, this man: was a killer: a man of genocide of a realm, a destroyer of peace; of families of humanity.

Yet Y/n still wished to call him friend.

Y/n pulled his hood up and cleared his throat, catching Thor's attention.

"God of Thunder of the Far North." Y/n pronouned.

"And who is it to you?" He snapped.

"I am the one who speaks of death from the sands of the far south from the Durat?" Y/n told dropping down from the tree into the snow.

"Is that suppose to mean something to me?"

"I come on half of the dead."

"So what you're here to kill me?"

"The dead giants." Y/n defended, "and a dead friendship."

Y/n pulled his hood down: he wished not to speak of killing one of another, perhaps thats why he gave in.

"Well aint this peachy?" Thor snarked, Y/n looking at him solemnly.

"Thor- Trust me to tell the truth, Please." Y/n pleaded.

"Last time I trusted you! You left me." Thor argued.

"You think I had a choice?" Y/n spoke in defense, "because there's not a day in my solitary that I do not think about the past mistake!"

"You could have told me!"

"And did what?! Thor what would have that have done!?"

"I would have kept my only friend! You could of been there for me!"

"I did what I did for you!"

"Don't lie to me with that bullshit!!"

"What bullshit!? That I care?!"

"Yes!"

Y/n took a step back, a hand covering his mouth with a heavy sigh he soon pinching the bridge of his nose, hand rubbing over his face.

Thor watched; this wasn't how he planned it; emotions got the better half of both of them - yet the uncomfortable silence allowed them a break, a moment to recollect.

Y/n looked....different, he looked tired, most notably the thick stripes of white hair that had most noteably made its stay on his hair, his eyes darkened in tired, and no longer held stars in them. He got bigger: taller, lean as he just remembered it, how could a few changes make someone look so different?

Y/n side eyed him: catching his gaze and both locking on.

"Good to see God hood has treated you as shit as it has me." Y/n responded.

"There is nothing good about being a god." Thor answered, Y/n chuckled.

"You're not wrong." Y/n answered, breaking his gaze once the Heron landed down.

"You did good, girl." Y/n spoke, petting the Heron softly.

"So you're a god now," Thor told: finally addressing the time before.

"Mhm..." Y/n responded, "unfortunately. Godhood isn't what I wanted for my life, you'd know that better than anyone."

He gruffed under his breath.

"You may go," Y/n told the Heron, quickly taking off back to Y/n's palace, "But we're not here to talk about me."

"Then what?"

"You." Y/n responded, "You're killing is useless."

"God of the dead, uneasied by death."

"You'd know we well enough to know." Y/n answered.

"Then you're just as naive as you use to be." Thor defended watching Y/n walk towards him.

"Just like you'll always be taller than me." Y/n smiled weakly.

Thor looked down at him, his eyesbrows giving it away as usual. They knitted together, and Y/n's words had gotten to him. Thor's eyes faulted next, searching Y/n's face for some answer.

"Death...in my world. In my peoples beliefs, the afterlife is beautiful, but death: death is the same thing: sad, and takes anyone." Y/n started, his hand coming up to Thor's face, he careful with his touch as he cupped Thor's cheek, "Please. Please tell me you haven't taken my role here. Did you really kill the giants?"

Y/n looked up at him, with pleading eyes.

"Yes."

Y/n pulled his hand away, a reasonable rant on the way, but before Y/n could do so, Thor grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't act like my hands are the only one bloodied here." Thor argued.

"Unlike you, I actually have remorese," Y/n shot back, pulling his hand away from Thor, "you talk as if you had to-"

"Wouldn't you do anything for your people?" Thor spoke on his defense.

"The whole race?" Y/n argued, "Not one good giant? Not one good soul out of race of hundreds? Thousands even?"

"I did what I had too," Thor argued, "why don't you understand that!?"

"Now, doesn't this conversation feel like Deja Vu?" Y/n snarked, crossing his arms, "there's a difference between the death we cause."

Y/n started walking away, "Running-"

"Follow me." Y/n ordered.

Thor was reluctant to do so; yet did so anyways, following Y/n's steps, he caught up to him fairly easy both walking side by side, till the two rounded the corner a rift open with a Sphinx laying besides it playing in the snow with one of the skeleton rabbits.

"Ah your highness." The rabbit spoke, pulling itself out from the Sphinx's large paw, "We Sarcophagus Bringers are ready for work when you are."

"Very well." Y/n responded, holding out his arms as the rabbit hopped in his arms, then looked back at Thor, "come. Let me show you."

Y/n walked through the rift, Thor soon following.

They were in a hall, a large hall, it's walls decorated in hieroglyphics and its floor with a large rug that ran in the middle of it.

"Welcome to Egypt." Y/n told Thor, "The living world of Egypt that is."

"Why bring me here?"

"To show you."

Thor followed Y/n. Y/n guided them through the large hall, following it all the way through, up the steps a hunched over man held something in his arms.

"What are you showing me," Thor ordered.

Y/n looked back at him, "her." Y/n gestured to.

Thor followed Y/n's finger, a woman had turned the corner and stood in front of them in silence.

"What does she have to do with our conversation." He argued.

"She is the difference, between our death."

"Dear?" She called an evident smile in her voice, hiking up her white linen drapery making it easier to rush towards her husband, "Come, dear, quickly, I just watched them bring in the babe's favorites from along the high Mediterranean."

"He does not answer her." Thor commented

"Yes." Y/n responded, "He can not see her-"

"no, no no no no!" She cried out, "No! Dear! Dear! I'm right here! Right in front of you!"

"She is dead," Y/n responded, the loud wailing of the woman in the background, "stay here,"

Thor watched Y/n walk away and towards the woman; Y/n's movements were cautious yet confident. His steps were swift and ready. He called out a name: Keket and held out his arms for her, she looked confused: lost both in the direction to go and of her heart.

"I'm not ready! My children."

"My dear." Y/n spoke softly, "No one's ever ready for death, and unfortunately death- I, Unfortunately, I catch up to everyone, even myself one day a snake can bite its own tail."

"My children. I can't leave my kids! Please! Oh Please god of death!"

She dropped down to her knees, head to the ground, "Please! I beg you!"

Y/n dropped down on a knee, "I can not change this: I truly am sorry ."

She was quick to hug Y/n crying her heart out Y/n holding her tight as she collapsed in his arms.

Thor watched as the group of rabbits came along, a box of gold lavishly decorated with gems and carvings.

Y/n stroked her hair, hushing her in a calming matter.

"Shhh...shhh..." Y/n spoke, "Everyone comes together in the end my dear."

And soon the woman stopped, and completely went limp, Y/n rearranged the two of them, he now bridal style carrying her, as the rabbits set the sarcophagus down opening the top up.

Y/n was careful to lay the woman down carefully, crossing her arms over her body, and helping in putting the lid back on.

"Take her away." Y/n spoke, "do be careful with this soul, she is fragile."

Off the rabbits went, Thor watched the rabbits carry the lavish box away, and Y/n joined him.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing." Y/n responded, "I just answer the call. Come now, why don't we go see your job now?"

Y/n went to walk back toward the rift, before Thor grabbed his arm,

"I don't even know what my job is anymore."" Thor admitted.

"So why'd you do it? why'd you kill those giants?" Y/n questioned, "Why'd you kill without intent?"

Y/n looked up at him: Y/n's hand wrapped around his tightly.

"They treated All-father, against my father, my family-"

"You should know better the All-Father is nothing but an arse," Y/n argued, Thor's eyes adverted, Y/n cupped his face once again, "Look at me, Thor."

Thor looked back at Y/n, "You killed them by order; do not let their deaths be in vain, you chose the wrong path, tomorrow-today, be better,"

A single nod sent a small smile to Y/n's face, "Come on now, Egpyt, does not suit you, hard to get use to the sand, especially when snow is better."

"What of him?"

Y/n looked back toward the grieving man, it was now clear he holding his wife covered in white linen.

"he will grieve," Y/n told, "As we all do."

"And she?"

"Grief is a two-way process," Y/n answered, "She will do the same grieve, but she is a good mother, and I will allow her to take care of the crossing children of the Durat for the time being until her children come home to her. Come on now, let him grieve."

Y/n held his hand leading him back into the rift to return them to the North.

The harsh wind and snowfall had stopped for once, and the fresh snow stayed high as always.

"Why didn't you tell me." Thor finally asked, Y/n turning to look at him, "Being a god."

"My Father, Osiris-"

"Ruler of the Underworld from your lands."

Y/n looked his way: "Someone took up my knack of reading while I was gone?"

"I suppose I missed your shit-talking and storytelling." He gruffed, it sounded like a breath laugh even; "You always did talk sense into my head."

Y/n smiled small, his hand still in Thor's.

"I am glad you're... alive," Y/n spoke, looking down at their hands, he almost laughed at the size difference, but soon pulled his hand away, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything when I should have. I shouldn't have lied."

"you choose the wrong path; be better tomorrow," Thor told him, Y/n chuckling.

"My own words used against me," Y/n responded, with a sigh and a shake of a head.

"You taught me well."

"oh is that so?"

Y/n chuckled, walking off, with Thor following him.

"This was our forest." Y/n responded, "looks the same, after all those years. Makes me feel like I'm about to roll down that hill again with you yelling at me to be careful and focus."

"Would have been nice to know it'd be harder to hurt you/" Thor commented, "it'd of been a pain to fish your dead body out of the river."

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "What a way with words. I bet all the ladies are all over you."

Thor chuckled, it warming Y/n's heart despite the cold of this snow at his feet.

They continued their walk till they met the frozen river turning to follow it upstream.

"Is the waterfall still here?" Y/n asked.

"I don't spend my time here." Thor responded, "Not for a while anyway."

"Right..." Y/n responded, "Well let's go look for it."

This was a familiar scene like they had walked back in time. The two walked down the same path every day; during spring the route was at least taken three times a day. Y/n always was excited to see the newly born animals: fish, frogs, and little geese. He always had a knack for animals no matter the breed or type. Y/n could spend hours just watching them, or simply waiting for them to come while he read. Thor could spend hours, days, weeks with him in the spring: sleeping under a tree, or Y/n reading some story out loud while he listened till he slept.

"Mhm, frozen over for sure." Y/n told looking over the cliff, "Shame really."

"Why are we walking down old paths?" Thor questioned.

"To be honest." Y/n answered, walking away from the cliff and following the path down, "I didn't want to meet you again, well not to talk about death, I suppose. We were friends once."

"Once?"

Y/n nodded, looking back and up at him. The snowing had started again, "I lied to you, and I can't blame you for the manipulation one put you through. I thought my reading would make me smart enough to see your father's ways after so long. Makes me almost feel-"

"Like an idiot." Thor commented: Y/n nodding in agreement. "You are not the only one to fall victim to his assholeness."

Y/n smiled in agreement, a chuckle following along with a sway of his head.

"Suppose we idiots are back together then." Y/n laughed: "Suppose we were always ment to be friends-"

Y/n felt a hand cup his cheek, Thor's hand were warm, and comforting. Y/n's face rised in heat as he held Thor's wrist

"You... have snow, in your hair." Thor spoke.

"My hair is on my head." Y/n commented.

"Yeah..." he commented, pulling his hand away, yet Y/n didn't budge, Thor's hand settling back on Y/n's cheek, "I... missed you after all this time...."

Y/n frowned, "I missed you too."

Anubis watched from the high mountain.

"Just let's think this through this is Y/n." Horus tried to defend blocking his brother from moving any further, "he has a heart of gold. Always has."

"Heart of gold?" Anubis argued, pushing Horus out of the way, "he is degranged: do you have any idea what would happen if our father would find out!"

"He won't." Horus argued, "look at him Anubis."

Anubis looked over, his view clear as he looked down at his brother, who was held so carefully by the Nordic God of Thunder.

Y/n smiled up at him, Thor never did stop holding his cheek.

"Gonna hold me all day?"

"I haven't in a while." Thor responded, his second hand coming up to cup Y/n's face fully, Y/n holding his arms, thumbs rubbing circles on his exposed skin, "I missed you."

"I missed you too..."

Y/n watched as the half giant leaned in, Y/n meeting him half way.

"He's dead!" Anubis argued pulling out his bow, "Fucking dead!"

"Anubis! Please!-"

"Stay down or I'll kill you too." Anubis argued pushing away from his brother and backing up with knocking the arrow.

Near by was Atreus and Freyr out of all duos,

"Im just scared he's gonna get hurt." Atreus explained.

"Having a open heart is nothing to be ashamed off. It makes us strong, yet-"

The arguing ahead caught their ears, Freyr and Atreus crouching as they walked, just below them, two men arguing, one with a bow knocked ready to fire. The other pleading. Following the line of sight Y/n was in the crosshair with Thor.

"Shit! Go!" Freyr ordered.

The two both rushed to slide down the hill and takel the two ready to fire.

"You little asshole!" Anubis shouted, picking up Atreus before throwing him off and away, "No one fucks with my brothers and gets away with it!"

A battle soon ensured, two on two: Egyptian Gods verus the Norse Gods.

Y/n stopped Thor before the kiss ever happened.

"You hear that?" Y/n asked, "Did someone follow us-"

Before Y/n could even finish his sentence, Atreus was thrown off the cliff a shout falling from his touange as he plummeted towards the ground.

"Atreus!" Y/n shouted, taking off at god speed to catch the boy, sending them both rolling across the snow and onto the frozen river.

"My head..."

"Atreus!" Y/n spoke quickly getting to his knees, "oh. Oh no. No."

Y/n's hand was covered in blood, Atreus had hit his head hard.

"Brother!"

Y/n looked up, "Horus!?"

Y/n was quick to stand up, and quickly pick up Atreus bridal style.

"You'll be okay." Y/n told Atreus.

Taking a step across the way the ice beneath his foot cracked.

"Don't move." Thor ordered quickly.

"Brother!" Horus shouted quickly, running down the hill.

Thor quickly stopped the man from stepping any further. Fighting still ensured above them, but that wasn't Thor's concern.

Y/n's weight shifted, and the ice only cracked more. He's holding Atreus tightly as he looks down at his feet.

"Hey! Hey! Look at me!"

Y/n looked towards Thor.

"We used to do this all the time, right? With the logs." Thor told, "we never got hurt before. You're not gonna get hurt now."

Blood ran down Y/n's arm.

"Are you hurt?" Thor asked, Y/n shaking his head no.

"It's Atreus' blood."

Thor nodded, "okay. Okay, you have to listen. The ice is too thin. I can't come and get you. You have to come here, come to me. Slowly."

"Okay..."

"One step at a time."

Y/n nodded, carefully taking a step forward, light cracks forming under his feet as he stepped.

Horus watched fearfully as Y/n took one step after another.

Y/n gulped as he looked down at his feet, he stopping as the ice would split at any moment,"I can't make it. Not all the way!"

"Hey. Look at me." Thor told, "you can do it. You else is gonna slap me out of my stupidness."

Y/n took another steps forward, slow and steady wins the race...

"I deserve some time with you. Don't you think?" Thor snarked, "Seems you're brothers have had all the time with you!"

One steps to many, sent a spider web out.

"Horus!" Y/n called, "I need your help!"

"Anything brother!"

"Cacth!"

and the final crack, Y/n throwing Atreus as hard as he can towards his brother who caught him stumbling backwards into the snow.

"Y/n!"

He fell into the river: it's freezing cold temperatures, sending his body into shock as the strong current sent him downstream, trapping him under the ice, no rock to grab onto or water plants to try and stop himself.

Four agonizing mintues pulled down stream trying to get out before someone broke the ice and pulled him out.

"Brother!" Anubis called, "Brother!"

"You're god of Thunder! Do what you did to Kratos!" Freyr argued.

"And what?! Kill him twice!? He's wet!" Thor argued.

Y/n coughed, "y/n!" Anubis shouted.

"Fuck...its cold..." he shivered, the snow only coming down harder.

"Get him into a cave quickly. I seen one on the way down." Freyr demanded.

Anubis was quick to pick up his brother following Freyr through the snow.

"We'll need fire." Freyr explained, "Grab anything to burn on the way!"

Quicklu, they made it to the cave, a pile of sticks, and that sorts pilled in the Norse Gods' hands while the Egyptian Gods carried the wounded. Deep inside, they started a fire, setting the wounded down by it.

"Will he be alright?" Horus asked.

"Y/n? With luck. Yes." Freyr explained, he looking at Y/n in Anubis' lap, close to the fire.

"He is our brother. He will be fine." Anubis argued, "he is god of death."

"It is Atreus I worry about. Especially with this head gash." Freyr explained.

"I know some skin sewing." Horus explained, "to close it. Mother taught it to me."

"Uh. Sure...?" Fryer explained, Horus nodding as Freyr watched him pull out a little kit.

Thor's cloak came off to drap around Y/n.

"Back off Norse-man." Anubis argued, holding his brother close, "This is your fault."

"If you didn't-"

"He is almost dead due to you," Anbuis argued, "Just like Father said."

"He helped save Y/n's life." Horus defended.

"Whatever..."

"Leaving him uncovered will allow him to freeze."

Y/n sat up, freezing, ir hurt to move and switched over to Thor, where he huddled next to the half giant near the fire.

"Will you be okay?"

"I dont know." Y/n responded quietly, teeth chattering, skin freezing.

Thor wrapped the cloak around him tightly. Y/n holding onto it tightly as he stayed huddled in Thor's arms.

"You gonna admit you love me now?" Y/n chuckled, groaning accompanied by it; "after all these bullshit years...gods its cold..."

Thor hugged him tighter, bringing him closer to the fire.

"Yes."

Y/n smiled, "I know that's the farthest Ima get."

Thor smiled back, brushing Y/n's hair back, hoping it would dry first to keep the cold off his head.

"And what's your say?" Thor questioned.

"Mhm... check back in later." Y/n joked, coughing and holding his chest right after Thor was warm despite being in the freezing cold just moments ago, "I love you too...not a bad first date huh?"

"Rest." Thor told.

"Yeah. Yeah..." y/n sighed, closing his eyes before slept took him.

Thor laid Y/n down allowing him peacful rest.

It was quiet for hours, Atreus had woken up some time down the road, thankfully: he met both Horus and Anbuis

During the night while everyone was asleep, the stomping of animals outside during nightfall woke Atreus up.

"Y/n?" Atreus asked, seeing the man up and at the cave entrence, "your up. I heard what happened."

Atreus stood up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a yawn: "the storm stopped for now..."

"I love the snow." Y/n responded.

"Yeah its pretty fun." Atreus told: "well. When it's not always around."

Y/n nodded.

"Thanks. For uh saving me." Atreus thanked, "sorry...too. i. Uh shouldnt of come after you."

"Why did you?"

"I was worried you'd get hurt. Animals trust you. So I trust you."

Y/n chuckled, "thats pretty smart you know."

"My highness." A rabbit hopped it's way over.

"Hey i remember these guys. They found us? Cool!" Atreus asked.

"No. Not cool."

Y/n turned his head: Y/n seeing Thor was up, "They found him."

Atreus looked up at Y/n, "Well... yeah, they belong to you. Why wouldnt they."

"Your highness shall we do this one last time?" The rabbit asked.

"Yes of course."

Thor was quick to try and grab Y/n's arm, but nothing to grab.

"Trying to grab something thats not there now are we?" Y/n asked.

"You can't leave."

"I have to."

"I just got you back."

"Thor." Y/n spoke, placing his ghost of a hand ontop of Thor's.

"I catch up to everyone. Even myself. No one ever wins this race." Y/n explained, "I'll meet you tomorrow then, when we're both better than today."

"My highness please."

"Of course."

Y/n turned around, looking back at Atreus, "Hey. Keep out of trouble, Loki."

"How did you..."

The two stood side by side: watching Y/n walk forward, a ground of rabbits there, he dropping on one knee as they all hugged him he hugging back before pulling away, looking down at the simple sarcophagus, it wood engraved in stories of his life. With a careful step, he got in and sat down.

"Its been an honor." Y/n told the two, "and I couldnt of died a greater death."

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can I have rafe with a reader with a broken neck 🥹😭 for legal reasons 😭

Opening requests for one person and one person only. Go send her some love folks, she needs all the support in the world right now❤️

"You're kind of a shitty nurse." I mutter, eyes screwing tightly shut as a twinge of pain shoots up the back of my neck and into the base of my skull, Rafe's careful hands shaking on either side of me as he tries to set me carefully down onto his bed.

"Ya know what-" He mutters with a playful smile, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones as I bite back a smirk. "I could let go of your head right now and you'd be like a new born baby trying to lift your head up." My lips part in quiet shock at his teasing but it only makes him more proud of himself as he tucks me into his bed, pulling the blankets up onto my waist and triple checking the pillows behind me.

He had little warning, little time to prepare his room to accommodate me being this injured but I guess it came as a surprise to the both of us. He was texting Wheezie frantically in the waiting room of the ER not even three hours ago, urging her to go to the drug store to buy ice packs, pain meds and all of my favorite snacks- worried that he would have to leave me in order to find things to comfort and support me.

Forntunately for us, Wheezie loves me more than life itself.

"Mean." I mutter but he simply laughs and reaches for the remote, flicking on the TV with a deep sigh. It's been a long few days for the both of us, in and out of emergency rooms and urgent cares trying to get to the bottom of my pain following an untimely accident the other day.

Neither of us would've assumed that I'd be sent home, six hundred dollars later, in a neck brace and on bed rest for weeks.

There goes our sex life.

He's been more stressed than me, pacing the length of the emergency room while waiting for me to come back from scans, checking his phone every second to fill Wheezie in on any updates the doctors would bring us.

"You're telling me." He laughs, running his fingers through his tangly hair before reaching out to skim his fingers beneath my jaw, making sure the collar of the brace isn't digging into my chin. "You're a needy patient." He whispers with a small pout, thumb brushing against my bottom lip.

"I'm a needy person." I whisper, reaching out to him as he scoots a bit closer to me, but still too far away for my liking. "You're just sad cuz without me, you'll have to make the both of us dinner."

"I hope you're okay with take-out or mac-n-cheese that Wheezie makes then." He grins, knowing that I'll pretty much take anything he has to offer me since I'm completely at his mercy. It's not like I'm going to decline my extremely attractive boyfriend spoon feeding me kraft mac and cheese.

"This just means you get every excuse to stay home and baby the fuck out of me." There's a part of me that's actually looking forward to the time spent with him, feeling secure in the fact that he's always been the best at taking care of me. Every flu, every injury, every long night- he's there. So even though the pain is insurmountable and unbelievable, a part of me knows that I'm at least lucky to have him.

"I already do that." Tapping the tip of my nose, he shifts, spinning around so he can slide down onto the bed beside me. "Coming in." He huffs, folding his hands behind his head and (out of the corner of my eyes) I can see him tilting his head to look over at me. "Do you need anything before I get comfortable?"

"No but I'll probably think of something in ten minutes." His 'annoyed' scoff makes me snicker and I reach out blindly to grab his hand, intertwining our fingers. Even though I can't see him, I can feel his eyes on me and, for as much shit as he gives me, I know that under all that teasing that he's genuinely worried.

"Pain in my ass." He mutters through a grin.

"And you're a pain in my neck."

"Ouch, wasn't my fault that asshole t-boned you." He sighs, leaning up so I can see him, his cheeks tinged with a light blush at the thought of the accident, upset at the fact that he wasn't there to give the guy some shit for hurting me.

"You act like you're not happy that you get to keep me in bed for weeks on end." His brows raise at my insinuation, tongue sweeping out over his lips as I poke his chest. "Don't forget about the sponge baths." His eyes widen- like really widen- as a shameless giggle escapes me, feeling Rafe's hand on the side of my head, thumb brushing against my temple.

"Oh fuck- really?" He quizzes in a hushed whisper, brows furrowed cutely.

"Just saying." I watch him settle beside me once more, arm stretched out behind me and he peppers kisses to my hairline.

"Best job ever." He coos and, suddenly, all of my worries about being a potential burden or annoyance vanish in an instant at the realization that he's completely and utterly willing to spend his time taking care of me. "But seriously, I'm messing with you. You need something, you've got it. Anything." He promises, my chest aching with love, and I so desperately wish I could turn my head to give him a kiss.

"Kiss?" I ask instead, earning a playful groan from him as he leans towards me once more, carefully ducking towards me to press a simple kiss to my lips. However, he hovers, lips lingering as he pecks my lips a few more times before whispering.

"I've got plenty of those."

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being the new girl isn't too bad - xavier thorpe

Summary: You’re the new kid at Nevermore Academy and you’re dreading every second of it. Until you run into one boy who makes it just a little more bearable.

Word Count: 1,033

As you drive through the gates of Nevermore, your nerves begin to pick up. You come from an... interesting family. Not up there with the Addams, but just enough to get you kicked out of every school you've attended. Your parents had made an agreement with you that as soon as your telekinetic powers came in you would go straight to nevermore. You knew this day was coming but you didn't dread it any less.

Here's to new beginnings.

I guess.

-

You're packing your drawers when you hear a knock at the door. You set your clothes down to go answer. Swinging the door open you see a bubbling teenager with pink and blue hair.

"Hi!! I'm Enid" she exclaims practically jumping up and down.

You extend out your hand "y/n".

"So Thornhill sent me here just to help you get settled in. I totally think you're going to love it here!!" Enid says with a shining smile.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I'm just a little nervous I guess" you share.

"Oh don't worry about it, that's why I'm here!! I'll show you around the school y'know give you all the deets. I practically know everything and everything about everyone here. You Included!! I mean... not in like a weird way. I just looked you up on the internet. Speaking of that I kind of stalked your insta and got you this CD. I saw you posted their music a lot." She says extending out a CD of your fav artist.

"No way this is sick thank you" you say, a smile spreading across your face.

"Of course, I am just so excited to have you here. I'll be back tomorrow morning to give you a tour of the school and everything" she says giddily while lunging for a hug.

You hug her back suddenly feeling 10x better than when you got here.

"Goodnight!! See you tomorrow bright and early!" Enid exclaims while leaving your room.

You stand there for a moment looking down at the brand-new CD in your hands.

"Maybe it isn't going to be too bad here" you say going back to your clothes with a smile plastered on your face.

-

You got up a little earlier than usual to get ready and prepare for the day ahead of you. You slip on your platform docs as you hear a knock at your door. You know it's Enid, so you quickly grab your backpack.

"Hey y/n! You ready?" Enid asks with her usual smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess" you say following her lead to the school grounds.

Enid takes you out to the quad showing you all the different outcast groups. You can feel dozens of eyes on you as you walk around.

"What is everyone staring at?" you ask Enid.

"You!" she answers.

"Why me?!" you say with a newfound sense of insecurity.

"Well, we don't usually get transfer students mid-year. Especially ones with telekinesis. Also, you're just super pretty" Enid says with a slight laugh.

"Off to a great start" you sigh. You stop to look around for a second when someone catches your eye.

"Hey Enid, who's that?"

"Oh, that's Xavier Thorpe. His dad is pretty famous. He doesn't exactly fit the family legacy but he's pretty cool" Enid says half uninterested.

Your eyes linger for just a few more moments watching the boy paint as Enid pulls you away to your first class.

The boy turns around just in time to watch Enid pulling you away. he was immediately intrigued by your presence.

-

You and Enid have different schedules for the second part of the day, so you had to navigate classes on your own.

Books in hand, you try and make your way to Thornhill's class. You were running late from being lost so you were speed walking trying to make it to class on time.

You sharply turn a corner colliding into something, or someone.

"Oh shoot I'm sorry" a voice exclaims as you bend down to pick up your books.

Both bending down to pick up your books you look up to apologize to the poor person you practically just body slammed.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes meet with his. Xavier Thorpe. You stare at him for a couple seconds, mouth dropped, not knowing what to say or do.

"Are you okay? Should I take you to the nurse?" Xavier questions with worry.

"Um... no yeah I'm good. Sorry" you say still a bit shaken.

Xavier chuckles giving you back your stack of books.

"Y'know you look cute when you're all flustered. I'd like to think I played a part in that" Xavier teases looking you up and down.

You stand there wide eyed.

"I-I sorry I should've been paying attention to where I was going" you say.

Xavier picks up a book from the top of your stack, flipping through the pages.

"Oh, that's just my sketchbook" you say slightly embarrassed.

"This butterfly is really good, but it looks like it's missing something." he smirks pulling out a pencil from his pocket. He scribbles for a moment while you study his face.

Why was this man so fucking gorgeous.

Xavier finishes whatever he was writing and hovers his hand over the drawing. The next moment the butterfly comes to life. Flapping its wings around your head. A smile spreads across your face as you watch the butterfly you drew fluttering around your face.

Xavier's eyes travel your face taking in all your features.

The butterfly lands back on the book and this time keeps its wings spread. As you peer down at the creature you see a phone number etched across its wing. You quickly look up at Xavier who's already looking at you with a smirk on his face.

"I suggest next time you walk a little slower or look where you're going" He teases, slowly walking away.

You stand there for a couple moments completely shocked by what just happened. The bell rings and you quickly enter the classroom, taking a seat. You can still feel the blush spread across your face.

It definitely isn't too bad here.

[theboarsbride]

ok sorry in advance for bothering you, feel free to tell me to get lost, but i was wondering if you, the resident expert, have any monster romance recs that aren’t way too. nsfw i guess? maybe it’s just me but i’m having a hard time finding any. like i’m more interested in the slow burn and the romance but the genre seems to be mainly fast paced erotica and i just can’t get into it

OOh!!! No need to be sorry, I'm always happy to answer stuff like this and talk about (cleaner) monster romances!! I'm honored you'd consider me an expert, though! 🥺💛I feel like I don't actually talk about monster romances all that much!

But I agree that it can be hard to find a monster romance that isn't erotica. Not that erotica isn't good, I just like seeing slow burn romances, too!

I wish I could provide a longer list, but here's what I got so far! (and if anyone finds this and wants to add onto this list, feel free to do so in comments, tags, reblogs, etc)

I will provide links/titles to these stories, say the genre(s), provide a short synopsis in my own words, and then say why I recommend it below the cut!

Axiom's End by Lindsay Ellis | sci-fi, alternate history, conspiracy fiction, action/adventure

"An alternate history novel set in 2008 where whistleblower Nils Ortega leaks information to the public that the US government is secretly harboring extraterrestrial refugees. Cora Sabino, Nils' daughter, finds herself developing a connection with one of these aliens after inadvertently becoming the sole communication between humans and aliens."

This series is fucking great!! Admittedly, the monster/alien romance take more of a backseat to the larger plot, and mostly focuses on themes surrounding humanity, human rights, language, trauma, etc. Ellis does such a great job at writing characters that are just so... human, and deep. There is so much complexity and nuance that goes into this series, and just... it's so good! Definitely recommend if you're more into the super slow burns, alien romances, alien action movies like Michael Bay's Transformers series or Independence Day.

"The Courtship of Mr. Lyon" and "The Tiger's Bride" in The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter | Gothic, feminist fiction, fairytale retelling, horror, anthology

"'The Courtship of Mr. Lyon' follows the romance between Beauty and Beast after Beauty's father takes one of the lion-faced Beast's white roses while taking shelter following a car accident; in 'The Tiger's Bride' a young woman is sent to live with a mysterious masked man after her father gambles her away in a game of cards."

Honestly this book, though a collection of short stories, is one of my all-time favorite books! Carter's writing style is so, so gorgeous and lyrical, and she provides such fantastic, dark, moody, gory, horrific feminist fairytales. Her story "The Bloody Chamber" is also worth checking out! Honestly, this whole book is great!

Beauty: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast and Rose Daughter by Robin McKinley | Fantasy, romance, fairytale retelling

"Classic Beauty and the Beast retellings."

Despite both being BATB retellings by the same author, both are so, so good in their own ways! While Beauty is way more classic and straightforward in its retelling, the characters are so endearing, the fantasy world is enchanting, and the writing is so *chefs kiss*. Rose Daughter is much the same, only slightly more adult in its tone and writing style - and its ending!

The Shape of Water by Guillermo del Toro and Daniel Kraus | Romance, historical

"A mute janitor working in a high-security government facility falls in love with an amphibious creature."

Yeah, yeah, this is basically the novelized version of the movie lmao. I've not read the whole novel itself, but it's not half-bad!! It's decent enough - though I still feel like the movie to be better. Still worth checking out, I think!

Frankenstein's Monster by Susan Heyboer O'Keefe | Historical

"A sequel, of sorts, to Mary Shelley's classic novel. What becomes of Frankenstein's monster after Frankenstein dies? Where does he go, left to wander the earth?"

Not really a romance, per say, but there are SOME elements of romance! Mostly, this book follows Frankenstein's monster following the OG novel, who he all meets, and it is very much a character study on the monster! It's super fascinating, but its writing style is super similar to Mary Shelley's, so this very much reads like a classic novel. Honestly, I love how O'Keefe was able to mimic Shelley's style so well! But, again, romance is way more lowkey and this is more of a character study than anything else. Definitely reccomend if you loved the OG Shelley novel!

Beauty and the Beast by Megan Kearny | Webcomic, romance, fantasy, fairytale retelling

"A retelling of Beauty and the Beast."

Beautifully illustrated and wonderfully told, this comic is just SO GOOD!! It very much has the same vibes as Robin McKinley's novels, and is steeped in a cozy fantasy atmosphere! The characters are so loveable, the story intriguing, and just AAAUUGGGHHH SO GORGEOUS!!

Netvor: Beauty and the Beast by @rosesnwater | Fantasy, romance, fairytale retelling

"Aceline Capet swears to slay the monster Netvor that lurks in the forest surrounding her village - and ends up becoming entrenched in the world of magic and monsters and Fae."

LEGIT JUST UGH!!!!!!!! THIS NOVEL IS SO FUCKING GOOD!! Legit this is one of my all-time favorite reads from this year! If you love fantasy featuring actual, lore-accurate faeries and super intriguing slow burn romance with endearing characters, please please PLEASE check this out!!!!!!! I SWEAR YOU WONT BE DISSAPOINTED!! Definitely recommend if you love fantasy movies like Legend, Labyrinth, Thumbelina, Howl's Moving Castle, Disney's Beauty and the Beast, etc. or books like Naomi Novik's Uprooted, Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, Robin McKinley's work, etc.! It also currently being rewritten as a(n equally beautiful) webcomic that should definitely be checked out as well!

That Which We Call Beast by @raph-fangirl | Historical fiction, romance, fairytale retelling

"A young woman is seeking marriage, and comes into contact with a mysterious bachelor that hides himself from her behind a veil."

Basically if Jane Austen wrote Beauty and the Beast! Definitely a well-written slow burn! It's not completed yet, but with what's available to read it's legit so beautiful!! The prose is so well-crafted, and it legit feels as though I'm reading an Austen novel! Definitely recommend if you love films like the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice!

Then uhhhh not to toot my own horn but if you wanna read a Victorian Era Gothic romance-horror BATB retelling with a pathetic meow-meow of a monster I offer my story The Monster and the Butterfly- 🤲🥺

These are all the recs I have for now! Again, if there are any you'd like to add, whether they be published, a friend's online work, or your own work!! I hope these are helpful and satisfactory enough for ya!

Again, I love talking about monster romances, thank you so so much for this ask!!!! 🥺💛

[talkfantasytome]

The Newest Valkyrie

Cassian decides to give Nesta a little surprise for the holidays.

Warnings: None | Word Count: 2,337 | Read on AO3

Nessian Masterist

Happy Holidays, @ignite-me!!! It is I, your Secret Santa! I really hope you enjoy this little drabble! It's not much, but it's soft and fluffy, literally and metaphorically lol. I hope you're having a wonderful holiday season and have a great new year! 💕

"Thank you so much!"

Cassian let out a sigh of relief as he looked into the fully packed bag sitting on the settee at the foot of his and Nesta's bed. He'd honestly had no idea what he would find after asking the House for this favor, but apparently emphasizing that the request was actually for Nesta offered better results. It would make the surprise all the sweeter having everything ready for his wife and mate.

He looked through the bag, checking to make sure there wasn't anything else he needed to add. Cassian was pleasantly surprised at the amount of lingerie - and quality of it - the House had packed. And grateful, of course. There were also a few day dresses, some training clothes, some cozies for lounging, and even a few formal dresses. He hadn't requested that. Guess he'd need to add some formal attire into his own bag and plan out one or two fancier dinners for them.

Then again, did he really need to follow orders like that from the House? It wouldn't be with them to see what happened, thank the Mother. He might finally feel like they have some privacy.

The temperature of the room decreased drastically as if the House could read his thoughts. "Okay, understood, packing some nice shirts," he mumbled, walking over to his closet and pulling out some of his nicest clothes. As he folded them up and placed them in his own bag, he saw the House add three books to Nesta's. "Surely she won't need that many. She's going to be kept quite busy."

The House added three more to the bag to spite him. Maybe it wasn't as on board with his surprise as he thought.

"Fine. This week is about her, if she wants to spend it all reading, she can do that." He rolled his eyes and closed both bags, fastening them shut and bringing them up to the balcony. Luckily, Nesta was out with her sister and Gwyn, doing some Solstice shopping. That gave him the freedom to bring the bags up to where Az was waiting to winnow them to their destination.

His brother took one look at the bags and shook his head, chuckling as he said, "I thought you were only going for a week."

"Yeah, well, the House overpacked, and then made me do the same," he shrugged.

Az nodded in understanding. The last time he'd asked the House for a favor, he'd ended up with a picnic basket filled with enough food for twelve, including ten different chocolate desserts. All because he requested help in preparing a lunch for Gwyn. "I'm sure you'll be glad to be away for a few days."

"And you'll be glad to have the house to yourself." Cassian threw a wink at Az. "I imagine Gwyn will be around quite a lot."

"You know it's not like that."

"What? I just meant for dinner," Cassian hummed, smiling innocently.

Az gave a grunted, "Hmmm," and grabbed the bags. "See you at Solstice."

A quick exchange of nods, and Az was gone, gliding up to beyond the wards and then winnowing the bags away to help Cassian with the surprise. Of course, if he touched anything, Cassian would host a party every week and force Az to give a speech at each one. No mercy.

And that was the last of the tasks. All that was left for Cassian to do was wait for Nesta to get back.

And wait. And wait. And wait.

It was almost three hours before Nesta got back, hand grasping a bag from her favorite bakery, a gentle smile on her face. It still took his breath away. He'd never get bored of seeing Nesta happy, of glimpsing that smile that sent his heart racing.

Her lips spread wider when she saw him. Nesta walked toward him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before asking, "How was your afternoon?"

"Nothing special. How was yours?"

"It was good," she sighed, her steel gaze bright. "Found the last of the gifts I wanted to get. And some extras for a certain someone." She wrapped her arms around his waist, and Cassian instantly had his snaking around her shoulders.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I do hope Eris likes them." Cassian froze until he saw the glimmer in Nesta's eyes and the way the corner of her lip twitched upward. Not to mention the slight twitch of her arched ear, a dead giveaway.

He laughed softly, kissing her atop her head. "I'm sure he will." Tucking away a loose golden brown strand, Cassian added, "And, speaking of presents, I have a surprise for you." Nesta's eyebrows quirked as she looked back up at him. "But we have to go to it."

"Color me intrigued." Cassian smiled widely down at her and grabbed her hand, leading her to the balcony. "Oh, we're going now?"

"We are," he replied. "But don't worry, you can bring your sweets."

Nesta huffed out a small laugh and rolled her eyes. "Do I need anything else for this trip?"

"Everything is sorted, don't worry about it." He leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek. "But we are flying, so I'd like to leave while we still have some daylight."

"So needy," Nesta mumbled, just loud enough for Cassian to hear.

He picked her up swiftly in response and gave her no warning as he lunged off the balcony. Her arms snapped around his neck, taking an iron grip around him as she chastised him with a shockingly colorful vocabulary.

After that it was a smooth flight. Chilly, but Cassian used his siphons to create a shield from the wind to minimize that. It was a comfortable silence as they flew. Nesta enjoyed looking at the world around them. She'd gotten used to flying, but still experienced it with wonder and awe. And Cassian enjoyed looking at her as she did.

It was about two hours before Nesta started to get a bit antsy. "Cassian, where are we going?" she asked through a groan, fidgeting to find a new, more comfortable position.

"I told you, it's a surprise," he reminded her.

"Ugh!" She moved around again, and then just seemed to give up. "How close are we?"

"Very, I promise. Just a few more minutes."

Nesta let out a loud sigh and dropped her head. If the trip were any longer, Cassian would've planned to make a stop. He knew that, as much as Nesta enjoyed flying with him, she didn't like to do it for too long. Interesting, considering how easily it was for her to spend a whole day in the same spot when she was reading.

It wasn't even five minutes until their destination came into view.

The small cabin was nestled neatly in the mountains, atop one particular peak that was well guarded. The peak was also elevated enough that the view from the cabin was spectacular, looking out over the entire range.

Cassian held Nesta tighter and whispered in her ear, "Here we are."

"Is that the cabin?" she asked in shock, eyes widening.

"Not exactly," Cassian chuckled. "It's not the one Rhys owns. It's mine. I thought you might appreciate that more, and I wanted to share it with you."

Cassian set Nesta down on the snow carefully and took her hand, leading her to the wooden house. His heart began to pound faster and harder with each step they took. There was no way to turn back now, and yet the deed was not done. It was a horrible position to be in.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped aside, motioning for Nesta to step in first. He was right on her heels, until she gasped and his entire body froze.

Shit.

What did that mean? Was it a good gasp? A bad one? Did she see something terrifying? Had something gone horribly wrong?

Cassian looked around the cabin for anything out of place. The kitchen and living room both seemed to still be intact, as were all the decorations he'd been putting up over the past week. Floating Fae lights and pine garlands, candles on every flat surface and large wreaths hung on each window - everything was there, and it looked pretty damn good, if Cassian said so himself.

There was no fire roaring, but Cassian had managed to convince Helion to place some hospitality enchantments on the cabin, including one that would keep the cabin well heated. And then he found a lovely painting of a fire in a fireplace and put it right where the fire would be - for the aesthetic.

"Did you do all this for me?" she asked gently, eyes scanning the room.

He couldn't help but smile down at her. And then he sidled up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his head on her shoulder. "Of course. I thought you might like to have a celebration with just us, and a chance to get away from Velaris."

"Cassian," Nesta breathed in that way she only did when she was at a loss for words. Her eyes snagged on the chocolate cake in the middle of the table before she turned in his arms and rested her hands on his chest. "This is amazing. Thank you."

He grinned widely at her before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. "Happy Anniversary, Nesta."

"Happy Anniversary, Cassian." She pushed herself up onto her toes and kissed him again, snaking her arms around his neck to pull him down and deepen the kiss.

Cassian let her for a moment, all too willing to get carried away in Nesta, but then he heard a soft whine and was brought back to reality. "Ahhh," he sighed as he pulled away. "There is one other surprise. Something I thought you'd enjoy having some time with without the rest of the rabble."

With lifted eyebrows, Nesta tilted her head at him and said, "That now has my full attention."

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then disappeared into the bedroom.

Nesta wandered around the cabin as she waited for Cassian to return.

She was truly speechless at what he'd done. The cabin was a Solstice wonderland, incorporating Fae and human decorations perfectly. Stepping into it was like a hug of warmth and comfort, almost like stepping into Cassian's arms after a hard day.

It had been a rough year. Training only intensified after the Blood Rite, and Nesta was spending more time with Gwyn and Emerie, recruiting and planning out what they might do with their new Valkyries. There was also a lot more time spent with family this year, and while Nesta cherished all the nights she spent with her nephew, she could've done with fewer family dinners and other obligations. It was starting to get to the point where she and Cassian had to plan to have a night to themselves at least a week in advance.

Even when Nesta was free, that didn't always guarantee Cassian was. He didn't like to complain about it, but Nesta could tell it was a drain on him, the need to split his time between Velaris and Illyria. She joined him often, especially if he'd be spending more than one night there, but it was a lot of energy, and he missed his family when he was gone.

Nesta was smelling one of the wreaths on the windows, savoring the strong scent of pine, when Cassian returned, his hands full.

The basket he held wasn't very large, but it had a massive red bow on it. And inside, a small, furry head was sticking up, wide eyes practically glowing.

"Cassian…"

"Surprise!" he cheered, holding the basket out to Nesta. Inside, a tiny, long-haired kitten with steel grey fur sat, looking up at Nesta.

She nearly melted at the site of the little animal. Its tiny nose and little, white-booted paws. "What did you do?" she asked in a quiet voice as she reached in and picked up the kitten. Gosh, it was light. And it snuggled close to her as she held it close to her body.

"Do you like her?"

"Her?" Nesta asked.

"Yup! I saw her the other day and just knew. She held her head up high, turning her nose up at a kitten that was clearly trying to annoy her, and I just had to get her."

Nesta could feel a heat building behind her eyes as she hugged the cat close. "She's perfect."

"And very fierce. You should see what she did to the evil towel I left in there," Cassian chuckled. "Your newest Valkyrie."

The kitten yawned and Nesta felt her heart expand as she then rested her head against Nesta's arm and fell quickly asleep. "I love her, thank you."

Cassian beamed down at her. "You have a whole week to get acquainted. From what I've heard and read, that'll bond her to you so you won't have to worry about her loving anyone else quite as much." He lifted his hand and scratched the kitten's head softly.

"What about you?"

"I'll give you two space."

Nesta rolled her eyes and chuckled softly. "No, I mean, I want her to love you, too. She's ours."

"I just thought-"

"No, Cassian," Nesta interrupted, smiling up at her husband, her mate, her life partner. "She's ours. I want to share my life with you, remember? That includes her."

He took her breath away with the smile he gave her, likely thinking back to the vows they shared during their wedding and mating ceremony. "I remember. It's the greatest honor of my life." He kept his hand on the kitten, his fingers meeting where Nesta's rested, and kissed her again. One of many kisses they shared that week. Ending with the first of many nips from the newest addition to their family, and a shared laughter that filled the cabin for their entire trip.

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[dirtybtssnaps]

Meeting your online friend

Genre: Lovely Oneshot Smut

Pairing: Dom Kim Namjoon and 💕Bratty Submissive💕Female Reader

Poisons: Teasing (Non Sexually and Sexually), Slight possessiveness (Receiving), Making out, Dirty Talk (Receiving), Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Ball Massaging (Giving), Balls sucking (Giving), Cum Swallowing, Fingering (Receiving), Rough sex, Clit stimulation (Receiving), Overstimulation (Receiving), and Creampie (They just met don't do this irl)

Author note: (Hella unnecessary to the story, so you don't have to read this) I'm actually kinda sad about posting this, this has been in my drafts since I had a few hundred followers with two little paragraphs. I'm not even sure if I did this right since I don't really remember what I was thinking about when I started writing it. I hope y'all like it it means a lot to me. Also, this isn’t based on any game, I’m just saying this cause a few of you might guess and I’m literally not thinking of any game in particular lol. (Now story time)

A sigh went through your nose, as the smell of coffee slowly started to become irritating to your nostrils. You’ve been sitting in a coffee shop for about an hour waiting on your online friend to show up, you weren’t surprised that he was late he had a habit of getting lost even when you two played online games together. Your phone vibrated as a waitress and refilled your cup. The shop door opened and namjoon hastily walked to your table, “I'm sorry, I just landed a few hours ago it kept getting delayed, then I tried to get a taxi and every one of them had someone in it.” he said then embarrassingly chuckled.

Namjoon sat down at the table with you, he ordered a coffee from the waitress who was already there then sat down with you. He took off his jacket then you both sat in silence for a while, he occasionally looked over at you making you blush a little, and looked away. The waitress eventually came back and gave him a cup of coffee, they walked away and he grabbed his cup and then took a sip of his coffee. “Why are you being so quiet aren't you gonna call me an asshole or something for being late like you always do?” he asked. “I'm sorry I'm just nervous, I'm not really used to meeting people offline.” you replied.

“Am I the first person you met offline?” he asked, You shyly nodded as you blushed then looked away from him. “I met a few dudes from the game, we chilled and played a few games but you're the first girl I met.” Namjoon said. After a few moments of silence, he took a sip of his coffee and you did the same. Namjoon nearly spat out his coffee as he started laughing, “What's so funny?” you asked putting your cup on the table. “I'm sorry, I know you feel weird about meeting me, but I can't help but feel like you're acting cute on purpose.” he answered. “See this is what I've been talking about, you're literally being an asshole for no reason right now you know that.” you said slightly angered.

“What?!? What did I do I just called you cute cause you are, you're cuter than the pictures you sent in the groupchat.” he said smirking at you as he took a drink, “Joon you're embarrassing me stop, or I swear I'll... throw this cup of coffee on you.” you said, “Wow I call you pretty and you threatening to throw hot coffee on me?” he asked faking concern. “...I'm not.. actually gonna throw it on you.” you said rolling your eyes, “Great, cause I still wanna spend the day together. Plus I can brag to the guys that I had the hottest date to the gallery.” said namjoon. You sunk into the chair as blushed and drank your coffee. “You do have the tickets right?” you asked, He reached into his pocket and gave you your ticket then snapped a VIP bracelet on your wrist. “Surprise.” he said.

“You actually got them? I'm so grateful, thank you so so much joonie.” you said, “It’s no problem, I came here to see it with you might as well see the whole thing together.” He said. “We should get going soon, I've kinda seen the line and it’s getting pretty long.” Said namjoon, “You could have told me that too before you sat down.” You said. You stood up and grabbed your things, he stood up then followed after you. As you both started walking there, your hands ended up holding each other until you made it there. You both walked up to the surprisingly long of people ready to go into the art gallery, you both sighed and got ready to go to the back of the line.

"Those with a Vip bracelet please come you will go be in first, I'm sorry everyone we changed the rules to go in first. If anyone who doesn’t get in that has a regular ticket will be able to get tomorrow." Said a man wearing a staff member t-shirt. You both smiled at each before getting your bracelets checked, then walked inside together. Both of you walked into the art gallery, and were surprised at how beautiful the art gallery is. You both couldn’t believe how beautiful the art is, and how different it was then the art they usually post.

You both eventually found a few of your other friends and chatted with them a bit, namjoon made you blush as he became kinda possessive of you as the guys started complimenting you. He eventually sneaked you away from them, and both of you started walking around and talking again. Namjoon kept you close to him occasionally touching you or fixing something on you, eventually he kissed your cheek nearly missing the corner of your mouth then hugged you. He grabbed your hand and started walking with you again, and you looked away from him as you got embarrassed.

After a while, you both sat on a bench together for a bit of a rest. Namjoon looked over at you and smirked then nudged you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, “Nothing, I'm just not really used to someone being so touchy with me, and we just kinda met so it's kinda weird.” you said. “What? I’m just acting normally, we’ve always hugged and kissed when we talked together in the game, especially when it was just me and you.” He said teasingly.

“You even had me stay up with you all night to grind and get the perfect kiss animation for you, and that works with the one I had.” He said, “You had to be the stubborn one and use that one, with the weirdest animations for the other person. It was that one or we weren’t gonna do it at all.” You complained back, “No I remember it, I was willing to change mine to three different ones but you had to be picky.” Namjoon said smiling at you, “Two were couple poses and one was a kissing one.” you added.

“We have all those customizations on ours, but these are our characters I didn’t know that many people like this ship. You said. “Maybe they’ll finally become cannon?” He asked jokingly, “They can’t we’re the only people we know that ships them, if they become cannon then everyone will ship them. It happen to the first two characters we picked, we couldn’t go anywhere if we wanted to use them cause everyone thought we were one of “those couples” and they were unbearable about it.” You said, “Don’t worry it’s only one painting, and if they did theirs always more characters we can pick from.” He said comforting you.

As time went on the art gallery slowly got fuller, until both of you could barely walk without bumping into someone by accident “They must have let everyone in now, it’s getting pretty crowded now. I have a hotel room not too far away, I think we could walk there if you're not tired.” said namjoon. “Sure, just lead the way.” You said. He guided you both out, with both of you occasionally stopping and saying hi to a few of your online friends. You both eventually left and went to his hotel room, then took off your jackets and shoes. Namjoon turned the tv on and sat on his bed while you sat on a chair near the bed.

“It’s a shame they didn’t have a gift shop or something I would’ve loved a few prints and some figures.” Said namjoon, “They’re gonna sell the painting in a few days so they won’t have to do another fundraiser, it was pretty close last time I even took a few extra shifts to donate more.” You answered. “You took extra shifts?” He asked, “Yeah that’s why I was afk so much during that time.” You answered again. “You know you didn’t have to, the creators even said don’t stress ourselves over it.” Said Namjoon. “I know… it's just… everyone was going crazy and trying to help, and I guess I got worried since everyone was making videos and my favorite writer left the time and that was the only I could talk to you at the time so I panicked a little.” You shyly reply. “I would have just given you the groupchat if you wanted to keep talking.

“We’ll yeah I know that now, but.. I just wasn’t thinking and the timer for the fundraiser was going down fast-” “You were that worried about leaving me?, wow I didn’t know you cared that much.” Namjoon said interrupting you. Namjoon sat up and moved closer to you until he was sitting on the bed in front of you, then leaned close to you kissing you, but you leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes to avoid it. “What’s wrong honestly? You’d get mad at me if I didn’t want a kiss, now you’re avoiding them?” He asked “It’s different than online… You’re just a screen with black text, and we're actually face to face now.” You said shyly.

“You always start it, and asking me to do it even when in the middle of a match. I remember before you knew my real name you used to always call me my screen name. I honestly kinda missed those days sometimes, it was cute seeing how many nicknames you could make of it trying to get my attention.” He reminisced and then looked at you smiling. You rolled your eyes and then looked at him. “Just do what you feel comfortable with, like that game I sent you with Lucy. Our safe word is blueberry right?” You asked smiling softly at him then he lightly grabbed your cheeks.

“I should have known you were into you after you sent me that link, since you and that character both looked so much alike, but honestly thinking about it you’re so much prettier than her.” Said Namjoon. You puckered your lips to make a cute face, he closed his eyes and kissed your lips deeply. You moved your head to pull away, but he kissed you deeper until you felt his tongue enter your mouth. You closed your eyes again as he started feeling you up, he reached down and grabbed the bottom of your sweater then pulled it off you.

Namjoon cuffed his hands under your bra, you gasped at the sudden coldness then he kissed your neck. “You’re so much softer than I thought and warmer.” He said before kissing your lips again, He slid your leggings off then you closed your legs together. “You know I don’t think you’ve ever covered yourself up like this, you’re usually spreading your legs open for me.” He said. You blushed a bit more then held your legs a little tighter together, “You wanna start with me first, then you seem to really like that right?“ he asked. You sighed through your nose, then nodded your head and he smiled at you before getting up and standing in front of you.

You got on your knees in front of him, then you gently grabbed the base of his cock. You leaned close to him, and started licking the tip of his cock. You opened your cock and started sucking the tip of his cock, then started sliding more and more of his cock into your mouth. You filled your mouth with his cock, then Namjoon suddenly let out a moan as your tongue swirled around it. Your tongue started licking and flicking his cock, then he slowly started thrusting his cock inside your mouth. He kept thrusting trying not to go too deep inside your mouth, you stopped at the tip of his cock and kept swirling your tongue around it. Then slid your tongue under his cock, then slid his balls inside your mouth gently sucking and licking them. Namjoon started jerking off as he bit his bottom lip, your tongue swirled around his balls before lightly pulling away from him. He moved his hand, and you slid his cock inside your mouth again.

He came inside your mouth and swallowed his cum, then you slid his still hardened cock out of your mouth.“Just lay down on the edge of the bed and open up your legs for me, I'm just doing what we did in our first few chats.” he said smiling at you. You did as he said and then he got down on his knees, your cheeks started to get hot and he looked at your pussy. His tongue slid up against your pussy, you squirmed a bit as he kept licking then started moaning as namjoon tongue up against your clit. He held your hips as his tongue flicked up against your clit faster, one of his hands released your hips and he gently pushed them inside your pussy. His fingers started looking for flickering around until he found your G-spot, he started thrusting his fingers roughly inside you.

Namjoon kept your legs as still as he could with his free hand, you reached down and gently grabbed your hair pushing his head closer to your pussy. He started swirling and flicking his tongue on your clit. You moaned out as you came, then you gently released his hair as you laughed nervously. “That was kinda fast.” he said teasingly, “Shut up you know my clit is sensitive.” you said making him laugh a little.

“Do you have any condoms, I didn’t really expect to have sex with you when I came here.” He said, “You’re the one who started this, what do you mean you don’t have any?” You hissed. Namjoon looked at you and smiled. You blushed a little as you remembered a roleplay, both of you did a little while ago. You blushed a little more, then you shyly opened your legs showing him your pussy. “I wonder do you actually shave as much say in our chats.” Namjoon asked, as he slowly started rubbing his cock up against your pussy until it slipped inside you then he thrust it the rest of the way in. He slowly started thrusting into you, then slowly started rubbing your clit. You started moaning and he leaned over you, then grabbed your leg as he started thrusting a little faster inside you.

You got on all fours and he quickly got behind you, then grabbed your hips before thrusting his cock deep inside your pussy. He started thrusting inside you again, faster and rougher this time. You grabbed the bedsheets in front of you, then he suddenly grabbed your hair and then pushed your face into your mattress, “Sorry I just wanted a little revenge.” Namjoon smugly said. You moved your head to the side and started breathing heavily before moaning again, “S-slow down a little joonie, you're gonna make me cum again.” you moaned. Namjoon reached down and started rubbing your clit again, you moaned louder for a few seconds before moaning out and cumming. You started breathing heavily again as he slid his semi-hard cock out of you, he sat down on the bed behind you. After a few moments of rest, he leaned forward and gently grabbed your wrist, then gently pulled you towards him until you were on top of him. He laid down for a few seconds before sitting up a little and looking at you.

You blushed then looked down at Namjoon, then started grinding on him. “Don’t worry I could have guessed you would have been too shy to ride me.” He said as he sat up, and then grabbed your hips as he started thrusting into you. You leaned up against him, he readjusted his grip on your thighs and kept his pace as you moaned. You wrapped your legs around him and then kissed him, namjoon lightly bit your bottom lip. You suddenly moaned out as you came, he kept thrusting into you tightening his grip a little. “I'm so close just take it a little bit longer- Fuck!” he moaned, he kept thrusting into you then kissed your lips deeply.

Namjoon moaned into your mouth, as came deep inside you then kissed your lips deeply again. The kiss continued for a few moments longer than the others, before you both gently pulled away from each other. Namjoon slowly slid his cock out of you, then you laid down on the bed next to him. “You know I’m going to be here for a few days since we’re so happy, and comfortable with each other. You might as just stay here with me, I mean if you’re okay with that of course?” He asked, “I don’t know, what if you end up not liking me while I’m here?” You asked. “You’re a lot shyer than how you are in our chats, but you’re you and I really like you.” Namjoon answered, you turned over and started cuddling with him. “I like you too.” You replied. You both leaned close to each other and then kissed each other deeply.

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Sweeter than honey.. Part 5

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

WARNING: this contains physical abuse, blood, please skip this episode if you're sensitive.

Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.

Masterlist

You woke up feeling weird. You weren't sick or anything, there was just this anxiety that's been making the hairs on your back standing on alert. That wasn't going away for the remainder of the day. You felt like you've been watched the whole day. Followed around.

Then you just sighed and finished work.

When you got home, Ubbe's car wasn't there, so you went ahead and started to prepare dinner. Not long after you heard the front door open.

-KITCHEN. - you yelled, so he knew where you were. You didn't look up when someone stepped behind you, thinking it was him coming to greet you. But instead a piece of cloth was shoved before your mouth and nose, strange smelling chemical laced in it. You fel your body go heavy before you passed out.

When Ubbe got home he thought you went to the bathroom, so he waited patiently. But when you've seemed to spend an awful lot of time there he went to check. Only then did he find out that you're not in the apartment. He tried calling you, but it went straight to voicemail. There were no sings of someone breaking in, so he texted his brothers, askng if they had heard from you.

Just when he was about to call again, Bjorn called him. He picked up immediately, maybe it's news from you, Bjorn was away, so he was the last he planned to call.

-Ubbe, is (y/n) with you?

-No, i'm trying to get a hold of her, why?

-Shit. Call the others immediately, i'll be back by morning.

-What? Why? What happened?

-Your fucking ex-wife and out halfwitted brother Sigurd got back to the country yesterday. If i'd have to guess then i'd say they want (Y/n).

-Shit, she said she felt someone was watching her the whole day. FUCK, i should've been picking up her regardless of her saying no. FUCK Bjorn... what the fuck do we do now?

-As i said, call the others, they will know what to do, i'll be back tomorrow. We'll get her back, and i'll sure hope that without any bruises and shit. You know how bad those two can be...

-Fcking psychos....

An hour later 3 very anxious guy and Lagertha was pacing around Ubbe's livingroom. Nor Margrethe nor Sigurd picked up their phones.

They had not heard from you for long hours now, even Bjorn got back into town. He nearly tore the door off of it's hinges. The plan was for Ubbe to try ang get back on Margrethe's good side. He sent her a text.

-It's done.. and it better fucking work.. If these fucking fake messages get to (Y/n), she'll let them kill her willingly...

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Meanwhile in an abandoned factory in the outskirts of town..

You were strapped in a chair in a dimly lit room when you woke up. Your head was pounding, the rope was burning into your wrists harshly. Judgind by the wet feeling it already reached your soft flesh and you were bleeding.

The door opened and someone jumped over to you.

-OOoh, you finally woke up. hahahahaa - she giggled. You knew this voice. When did she got back?

-WHy.. why did you kidnap me? - you asked still dizzy. She harshly took a hold of your chin, making you look in front of you as she whispered.

-You took what is mine.. also... i know someone who you missed out while fucking all the Lothbrok men.. - she saig still giggling like a maniac, as Sigurd came into view with a sick smirk on his face.

-It's not a nice thing to fuck my brothers and not me...

-You don't even like me.. just.. just let me go.. I am not fucking responsible for any of your brothers choices.

He walked closer making you look up at him, you hissed as he held your chin, it hurt.

-You see, i do not like you, but i do like your body. I fantasized about fucking you senseless since you grew tits... Also i would very much like to have my bastard brothers listen to you moan and scream my name...

-They won't give shit... when she was more than a simple fuck anyways? - Margrethe said as she was typing away on her phone. When she was done she walked up to Sigurd, putting an arm on his shoulder, looking at you.

-Ubbe just told me she was a quick fuck to help him forget me which he couldn't so.. Have fun lil bro in law, i'll be on my way on a date with my husband. - she said, nearly spitting the words at you.

You had tears in your eyes. Ubbe was so quick to forget you, so quick to call on her. It was so easy to believe that noone will help you and that you were just some fuckdoll to them..

-Awww.. pretty baby.. you thought you matter to them don't you? It's alright.. i'm here to fuck them out of your system.. well of course.. my way,, - he said, his smile evenb more sinister as he cut the rope that held your hands to the chair, yanking you after him to an even darker room. It only had ropes and chains hanging in the middle. He started to tie you up, not mindig if it hurt or not, or if you could feel your hands or legs. You were nothing for him but a toy. Well.. for him too. He soon had you suspended in the air, one leg barely reaching the ground, the other is tied to you side. At least you still had clothes on... Up until he came over and cut them down, not minding if he cut you or not, which he did a few times.

-Cry all you want.. you see... it actually makes me harder.. so does blood.. - he said as he smudged over some cuts harshly. You were handing in a cold room, only wearing your underwear, completely at the mercy of a sociopath. Not how you imagined your night to go. - and noone's gonna hear you.. - he whispered before he harshly spanked your inner thigh, not even bothering to smooth over it. It was plainly for hurting you. This all was. You tried to remain quiet, to not give him the pleasure of either hearing you cry, or hearing you hiss in pain. You're gonna give him nothing. He will either let you go or kil lyou when he'd become bored, and you were fine with either.

When you didn't react to spanks and bites anymore, he started using his fists. You were bleeding from your nose and mouth now, he also busted your brow, but you still refused to give him a single sound. When he got tired of it and searched around for stuff to hurt you with, the door opened, revealing a giggling Margrethe and a giggling Ubbe, hand in hand. You looked at him, and spat on the ground.

-Good to see you came to your senses Brother.. - said Sigurd as he hit your back with a lash.

-Yea, well it was only a matter of time till i missed my wifey like crazy.. She's a good fuck though.. - he said as he put an arm around Margrethe. She huffed and pouted. - not as good as you honey... - he said before he kissed her. Your heart broke at the sight. You trusted him, you believed him when he said he loved you since you were kids.. and now it was all a lie. No son of Ragnar deserved to ever have you. Why did you even try, why believe them? Silent tears escaped your eyes, stinging where they've gone into your bruises.

Ubbe then told her to watch, while he makes a call to a client. And she happily stayed and watched as Sigurds lashes you, drawing blood already from numerous cuts.

-So this turns you on huh? - she asked seemingly interested.

-Aren't she prettier this way? Bloodied, silent, vulnerable.

She just hummed. Soon Ubbe got back, and sat down on the couch next to Margrethe watching you with an emotionless face, as if the last few days meant absolutely nothing. You hung your head low, and just looked at the blood under you. As the small dots got bigger an bigger. Then the door opened again, and then it all went blank. You heard shouting, fighting, but all the energy left you. You weren't gonna fight anything anymore. The ones you trusted betrayed you in the most disgusting way, what point was there anymore? These were your last thoughts before you passed out.

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Ubbe on the phone...

-Ivar, Bjorn, Hvitserk.. need you to come to the old factory downtown, the abandoned one. Basement level, follow the lights. Also... call Lagertha, we'll need medical help..

-For them? - scoffed Ivar.

-For (Y/n).. - Ubbe said, then Ivar saw red. so did Bjorn and Hvitserk. They loaded the truck, calling Lagertha on the way.

When they barged in Ivar didn't even saw you at first, he just threw his axe at Sigurd, hitting his chest, killing him immediately. Then he saw you. Unconscious, suspended. When he looked to the side, he saw Ubbe holding a knife to Margrethe's neck. Hvitserk and Bjorn was already getting you down. Bjorn put his jacket around you, carrying you princess style. You were badly beaten, all over. They would never forgive Sigurd this, nor Margrethe. After Ivar saw you, and your state he started to beat up Sigurd's lifeless body, making him almost unrecognizable. Hvitserk tore Ivar off of him, while Ubbe tied Margrethe up. They will deal with her later, until then she will be good in the cell under the family mansion.First and foremost, they needed to get you to the mansion before you lost even more blood. Lagertha was waiting there. The color left her face as she saw you, watching as Ubbe yanked a giggling Margrethe behind him, straight down to the cells.

-Sigurd?

-Pulp, abandoned factory downtown. Slowly burning to shit now. - said Bjorn as he put you down, immediately lighting a cigarette. They could not lose you. Not when they only just got to have you.

Lagertha tended to your wounds, stiching a few together, bandaging the others, smoothing over ointments and antiseptic. She gave you painkillers through IV too. Now they just had to wait. They all refused to leave, so they sat out in the huge livingroom, sipping on their whiskey silently.

-WHat will we do with her? - asked Hivtserk.

-She needs to die. - said Bjorn as he clenched his jaw.

-Should've killed her in Norway. - said Ivar looking over at Ubbe.

-Should've never taken her o na fucking date. - said Ubbe as he slammed his glass down. He stood up, loaded his gun. -Call Floki, we'll ned to do something with her body. - he said before walking down to the cells. A single shot was heard then silence. Only the steps Ubbe took, before sitting don with his refilled whiskey.

-Do yall think she believed them about me? About us?

-We'll know when she wakes up..

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You did wake up 4 days later. Silently looking in front of you, with an emotionless face. When Ubbe woke up next to you, he immediately called out.

-(Y/n), sweetheart, you're awake.. - he sighed - i thought we're gonna lose you..

-You did not.. what i don't understand is... why did you even save me? go be with her..

-why did we even save you? we love you.. we really do..

-you sure as hell did not love me while you watched Sigurd beat me to pulp..

-what was i supposed to do? take on them myself alone? I had to alert the others and wait for them to get there.. i wish i could show you how much it fucking killed me to see you that way...

-just leave Ubbe... what's the point in pretending that i matter? as soon as i can walk i'll be out of your hairs... for good.

He cannot say anything else... he barged out, the others flowing in. Lagertha came with your medicine when she heard you scream at them to leave you alone.

-Give her time boys.. She'll come around.. - she said, trying to calm their nerves. She was the only one you were willing to talk to... well occasionally..

She changed your bandages, took out the stiches, gave you your meds. Before you fell asleep again, you asked her.

-Do you think they are telling the truth?

-I know they are. I watched you all grow. It might not always seem that way, but.. everyone knew you would be theirs as much as they would be yours. Even the gods told us.. . I remember when Torvi, Aslaug, Helga and I were dreaming the same thing over and over, that you were made for eachother.. with all of them.. There are things you should not fight (Y/n)... - she said gently holding your hand. You were asleep now.

The next day you woke up to Bjorn's blue eyes boring into you.

-How are you feeling? - he asked softly.

-Better.

-Still want to move away?

-Not sure..

-Well if it makes any difference... i um.. i got this after the second night we spent together at my place.. - he said placing a small box down on your lap before leaving the room.

You slowly opened the box, revealing a ring. Not diamond, that wouldn't be really you.. It was a simple band out of gold, with a black inlay, and with gold letters it said, till death. You cried softly. A few hours later Hvitserk visited, you two talked while Lagertha changed your bandages. He got a call and Lagertha gave you a knowing look.

-DId you know? - you asked.

-It dawned on me, yes. Remember when you kicked his ass when you were just a child? I remember him coming home huffing and puffing. And when i asked why he was so angry he said that he don't care that the others laughed at him, or that you bested him, but he was angry that when he was about to kiss you, Ubbe jumped on him, tackling him to the ground. He wanted you to be his first kiss..

-Well i wasn't.. and as i remember there were plenty others. - you smiled to yourself.

-Yes and all had similar qualities as you. Either from the inside or the outside, but none of them were you..

She kissed your forehead before leaving. That night you could not sleep. You knew they were all in the mansion. Lagertha told you they all refused to leave. You slowly got up, still weak so you were trying to be as quiet as you can, heading for Bjorn's room. You knocked gently, and he told a quiet it's open. probably thinking its his mother or one of his brothers. When he saw it was you, and also because you were so weak, barely standing, he shot up from his bed, Hugging you to himself gently.

-Careful now. - he said holding you flush to himself. - What are you doing out here? SHouldn't you be in bed princess? - he looked at you with concern.

-I um.. i know i just.. i couldn't sleep.. and i.. i thought..

-Shh, it's okay, i'm happy you're here, i was just worried. Come let's get you to bed. - he said slowly leading you to his bed, then taking you into his arms as gently as he could. He missed your perfect body, fitting into his side perfectly. You were made for him. Your presence both calmed him and made him unbeliavebly happy.

After a few minutes of revelling in his scent, and the heat of his body, only did you realize that he was halfnaked, only wearing his sweatpants. You reached for the pocket of your gown, taking out the small box, putting it on his chest. You heard his breath hitch, but then you put your arm around his middle, and your head on his chest.

-Wanted you to give it to me properly. - you whispered and he let out a low chuckle, holding you closer. He took it out of the box, looking at you sweetly, taking your hand in his.

-(Y/n), i know this might sound crazy.. but.. i haved loved you ever since i knew you. And i just.. i ... i talked with them about this.. we all know the prophecy, but... that shouldn't mean that i cannot do this... and if you.. if you'd have me.. i would be so fucking honored if you'd marry me.

You didn't answer just cried and nod into his chest, holding out your finger for him to slip on the ring. He kissed you softly, aware of your injuries.

The next morning Lagertha came running into his room.

-Bjorn.. Bjorn.. (Y/n)'s not in her...... - she then stopped and smiled as she saw you curled into Bjorn's side, his arm protectively around you, as you both slept. Ubbe and Ivar along with Hvitserk came too, they all smiled, knowing they did not lose you. When Lagertha motioned to her finger, they saw that you had the ring on.

-Guess we have a wedding to plan now huh? - asked Hvitserk with the biggest smile on his face.

[berry-loves-yandere]

hi sweetie! Can i request a yandere will byers x reader were reader rejects will and he kidnaps them? thank you so much love! <3

feel free to ignore this request :)))

Ofc <3

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊!

Yandere Will Byers x AMAB!reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, possessive behaviours, obsessive behaviours, delusional Will byers, toxic relationships, stalking

(Y/N).

The Golden boy of Lenora Hills.

The boy everyone liked, not one person hated him.

Will loved him too.

He learned to move on from Mike and began obsessing over (Y/N).

He would sketch little pictures of (Y/N) in the classes they had together.

He'd watch (Y/N) laugh with his close friends during lunch.

He saw (Y/N) defend Eleven from her bullies.

He watched (Y/N) constantly.

(Y/N) was nice to him and Eleven and invited them to have lunch with him.

They became closer friends which Will adored.

Will began leaving letters and some of his drawings in (Y/N)'s locker.

Will would watch as (Y/N)'s eyes widened with shock as he read the letters.

Good shock with the first few letters but then dread every time he opened one.

Will was confused at why (Y/N) looked almost scared of the letters.

Eventually, on the last day of school before spring break, Will decided to confess to (Y/N).

"Hey (Y/N)? I need to talk you. In private." Will requested.

"Um, sure? Is something wrong?" (Y/N) questioned, slightly concerned.

"Everything's great! Just follow me." Will replied.

(Y/N) nodded then followed Will to an empty room.

"So what did you need to tell me?" (Y/N) asked.

Will took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm in love with you!" He confessed.

(Y/N) rubbed his left elbow with his right hand and slightly frowned.

"Will. I'm sorry. I'm not queer. I don't like boys. But can we still be friends?" (Y/N) rejected him.

"You're lying! I know you are! And you liked my letters! I saw it in your eyes! Every letter and drawing I sent you!" Will exclaimed.

"You... sent those?" (Y/N) slowly spoke, terror clearly expressed on his face.

Will rapidly nodded with excitement, completely ignoring (Y/N)'s terrified expression.

The letters had started off sweet and endearing with little corny poetry tidbits and compliments.

" You look so handsome today! "

" Your new haircut looks amazing on you! "

" Roses are red, violets are blue, if I told you I liked you, would you say the same to me too? "

" Your laughter sounds like music to me, it's sweet and I love listening to it! "

Then slowly became creepy and possessive.

" Your new shampoo makes your hair smell great! "

" Would you mind if I keep your colonge? It smells and reminds me of you. "

" I don't like seeing you talk to other people. "

" Don't talk with Betty anymore or I'll seriously hurt her "

" I saw the Beatles poster in your room. I guess you're a fan, right? I can buy you any cassette you want. "

" Your diary is adorable. Especially since you talk about liking guys and girls. Maybe I have a shot with you after all! "

"You're my stalker. You're that fucking creep who's been going through my stuff." (Y/N) started speaking again.

"No! I'm not a stalker or a creep! I swear!" Will denied what (Y/N) was saying and walked closer to him.

"Don't come any closer you freak!" (Y/N) yelled.

Hearing (Y/N) call him 'freak' made something snap inside of Will.

Will grabbed a random textbook off a desk and slammed it into (Y/N)'s head, knocking (Y/N) unconscious.

Will's anger died down and he saw what he did.

He quickly checked (Y/N)'s pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he registered it.

No one was at school except for the janitors.

And a brilliant idea struck Will's mind.

"He can be with me forever!" Will squealed before heaving (Y/N) onto his back.

He carried the other boy to his home then quickly went into the basement.

There was a little room he used for painting pictures of (Y/N) that none of his family found yet, so he gently placed (Y/N) in the room before rushing to grab some blankets and a stuffed bear as well as some rope.

He tightly tied (Y/N)'s left ankle to a hook in the wall and his right wrist to the hook as well.

Will softly stroke (Y/N)'s cheek then played with his hair.

"Just like a regular couple..." Will muttered to himself.

He carefully gagged (Y/N) so no one would hear him screaming and take him away.

Then Will left and locked the room to appear as normal to the rest of his family.

When (Y/N) finally woke up, he was confused and looked around, only to see paintings of himself covering the room's walls.

He tried to stand up but the ropes on his limbs are too tight for him to move.

(Y/N) tried to scream but it was muffled by his gag.

He frustratedly tried to loosen his gag and the ropes on his limbs but to no avail.

His frustration and anger caused tears to form in his eyes.

He heard footsteps and began screaming, not caring that it was muffled, he thought someone would help him.

But instead of help, Will walked through the door.

"Hello (Y/N). I brought you dinner. Tomorrow is gonna be an exciting day! My friend Mike is coming to visit! And if you play along, I'll let you come and have fun with us, okay?" Will offered as he placed down the plate and removed the gag.

(Y/N) didn't scream at Will or get angry, he just cried.

"Oh! The ropes must be too tight! I'll take them off. But you have to behave, okay? And now there's no need to cry, alright?" Will said as he removed the ropes.

(Y/N) just continued to silently sob.

Will wiped the boy's tears, kissed his forehead and smiled down at him.

"Now we'll be together forever!" He stated.