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delicrieux · 2 months

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…TAKING WHAT’S NOT YOURS ! ⋆｡°✩

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pairing. gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader warnings for this chapter. swearing (i think) wc. 3.5k author’s note. and with this, we end our lil pre-relationship arc! and what's prewritten, so now y'all will have to wait. but not for too long since i'm very generous and also the best. it's almost time for a kiss xx

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CHAPTER 7: the missionTM (3)

right, so. a few things need to be established before facing the present moment.

first, once you were thoroughly exhausted by utahime, you returned to the room. her persistence to wrangle you into her and mei’s shared bedroom, which, in fact, had two nice, large beds, enough to share and not have anyone breathe down your neck, was indeed very tempting, and you almost succumbed. you didn’t for a reason you’re not yet sure of; all you know that each time she looked at you, pleading eyes and hands clasped close to her chest, an image of gojo left alone among the festival goers flashed in your mind, and you couldn’t force out a confirmation.

by all means, you have shared a bed with utahime. it had been nice and comfortable, and the two of you giggled under the covers, discussing the crushes on the tv show actors you had at the time. it was your first year at jujutsu tech, and you were sent on a mission with kyoto to establish rapport between the schools (no one else was willing, and yaga-sensei deemed you pleasant enough to be successful), and to say you were fast friends was an understatement – you clicked instantly, upon first glance, maybe. there was something about utahime’s tenacity and honesty you admired, and there was something about your openness and thick-skin she liked. kindness didn’t sabotage your backbone, and thus, you found a lot of things in common.

mei you like as well, though not as much. you feel she is quite cold underneath that clement smile, gaze curious but never attentive. however, it’s not mei’s presence that dissuaded you from joining them. you wish it was. god, what a mess.

it all sort of accumulated. fleetingly, you thought that gojo had returned to tokyo. you didn’t meet him once during the festival, which left you oddly desolate, as it was prime time for him to ruin your reunion with your dear friends – no trying to trip you up, no swiping at your ice cream, no public declarations of “hey! she stole that!,” no covering your eyes with his hands once the fireworks began so you’d miss the whole display. it was a bit unnerving, and you kept glancing over your shoulder enough for mei to ask, “are you expecting someone?”

the answer was, of course, a startled and incriminating, “no!”

when you did decline utahime’s fifth try to lure you into bed, she became suspicious. brows pinched and a displeased look, “how come, huh? you’d rather stay in a room with him?” she didn’t even say his name; utahime tried to avoid forming the syllables because she said it leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

you held up your hands, like a thief caught red-handed, “no, no, i’d rather be with you two, really,” and you meant it, despite the something clattering in your brain, back and forth, back and forth, distant and strange and completely incomprehensible, “just that we need to wake up early tomorrow, and we’d hardly get any sleep if it was the three of us.”

for the first and likely only time, mei came to your rescue, “hmmm, she’s right,” she was already changing into her pajama’s, languid and elegant with the expensive, gleaming material hiding her body, “i am a bit tired after today. those curses…”

utahime shuddered, “don’t remind me, please.” a sigh followed, and you knew you’d won, “you sure you’ll be okay, though?”

“course. we got separate beds, and it’s not like he would actually try anything.”

“he better not,” she grumbled, “scream and i’ll actually rip him to pieces. i will do it with my bare hands—no, i’ll put on gloves first. i don’t want to actually touch him.”

“or better yet,” mei hummed, “send him here.”

the implication left you weirdly discontent. a pinch in your stomach where his hand had rested, so real that you had half the mind to look behind you to make sure he hadn’t manifested to defend himself. he didn’t. somehow, that was worse.

“absolutely not,” utahime stated, and you fought the urge to nod in agreement. she plopped down on her bed, exhausted, “no man is ruining this sanctuary.”

you exited with that. a bit confused and nervous, like some parts of you were rearranged perfectly but in the wrong manner. the door at the end of the dim hallway was suddenly intimidating, because finding a vacant room would make you extremely happy…right?

right. and that’s where you are now, palms clammy from sweat that surely accumulated from the dreaded heat plaguing the whole day. the night had cooled, rising harsh winds and bringing heavy clouds that obscured the stars as soon as the fireworks ended. maybe if he didn’t leave, he locked the door. then, at least, you’d feel vindicated, which is much better than that flutter pulling at your nerves. was this a part of his plan, too? set you on edge? it was, no doubt about that.

the room is, in fact, not locked, nor is it vacant. light spills from behind you, dousing the inky dark in vague silhouettes and shadows. gojo is here, and he’s sleeping, breathing soundly in the bed made for one. there’s a spot left for you beside him, a small space fit for another body. he could’ve easily taken up the whole mattress and then some, but he didn’t.

you’re not very good with deep contemplations – getou, you think, is, because he has the patience to untangle carefully. you don’t. all those neurons snapping just leave you angry.

still, you shut the door quietly, and still, you weigh the pros and cons of playing into this game. the lonely matt by the door is not exactly inviting, and you’re in too deep anyway. so, as silent as you can manage, you collect your pajamas and toiletries and lock yourself in the bathroom for a quick bed routine.

this is so silly. you want to giggle into a pillow because of how fucking ridiculous it is, but, when you leave the bathroom, changed, teeth cleaned, and face fed generously with skincare, his shadow in bed doesn't look silly. more so daunting, almost threatening, like he has more power over the situation than you want to give him credit for.

the first splatters of rain hit the closed windows. it's very dark, dark enough for you to have trouble discerning where's what, and you grapple for surfaces, afraid to trip over. the floorboard squeak and groan under your stealthy steps, and you can imagine him, sprawled there, twisting in annoyance until you plop down beside him.

you find your way there eventually, lower yourself carefully. no purchase, as a sudden movement would have you falling off the bed, which would hurt. it's very warm for your shower-cooled skin. and then... then. you don't really know. the raindrops pelt, and a flash of lightning cuts the world in half.

...a hand clasps at your thigh and pulls you close to a body, "mmh... where've ya been?"

the room fills with a thunderous, yet not exactly grating, noise. your breath hitches when his forehead bumps against the nape of your neck and you get a whiff of the floral bath soap he uses. so weirdly intimate.

"how are you not asleep?" you complain.

"was, until you opened the door," his voice is quiet. slurred, almost, like he's drunk, but gojo doesn't drink.

"..."

he has the audacity to press his chest close to your back, almost hugging you. the palm at your thigh makes no move to grope or linger, resting peacefully as another would, and you almost feel like it's innocent. or was that his goal the whole time? to tease, and nothing more?

warm. too warm. why does it make you flush?

"don't worry," gojo mutters, words pressed against the dip of your spine, "i promise i'm a gentleman," he gives a little squeeze, "mostly."

"most is not all," you snip, but don't shove him off.

he chuckles and the tremors buzz down to your toes, "too true," his palm flattens over your stomach, and he burrows deeper, "still. get some sleep."

something about his calm voice and warmth, and the thunder-rain-light show outside makes you sleepy, the type where you struggle against your eyes drooping and shutting for good. gojo isn't being very accommodating, the fingers playing with your shirt like they're making a decision. you'll hear him sigh and you'll be tugging your clothes into a semblance of respectability. he'll hum and you'll try to move away from the pleasant vibration. he'll curl even tighter and you'll want to lie there for eternity.

suguru: you awake? 3:49am

you: morning! sorry, i was already sleeping. what’s up? (o´ ▽ `o*)ﾉ 8:25am

you: i got you a souvenir ☆ i hope you’ll like it. gojo said you wouldn’t, but he’s a useless liar so 9:01am

you: i was thinking that we could all go to the arcade once we get back from the mission. have a nice weekend all to ourselves. i asked shoko, she said it’s ok as long as we go for a beer later. haibara-kun and nanami-kun also agreed. will you be free? 10:30am

at exactly 12:59pm, you are almost pressing the dial button, but gojo snaps your phone shut before you manage.

“hey!” you bristle, turning to your discontent seatmate.

his expression is shrouded by the lenses, but you see the tilt of his mouth, and he hasn't once left you alone for more than 30 seconds. he snatches the cell phone and slips it into his pocket, "that's theft."

he shrugs, "so sue me. i'll win in court, obviously."

"obviously," you seethe.

a clear, childish snort and the grin brightens considerably, and for a second, your gut churns – just for a moment, as fast as a breeze whipping the treetops and disappearing again. the train ride back to tokyo has so far gone in a similar fashion: him trying to annoy you and you somehow managing to refrain from clocking him in the jaw.

he is, however, not as irritating as he usually is, which is a feat in itself. it's... normal. nothing too special, nothing too bad. the gojo of 5 hours ago, waking you gently and shaking you and talking to your sleepy, bleary, barely conscious mind was different, kind, almost pleasant. and now he is like he always is, and it doesn’t bother you nearly as much as you wish it did.

right now, there is no reprieve, but, thankfully, you're used to his behavior.

"’sides," he leans his cheek on a fist, elbow on the armrest, "am i not entertaining enough for you?"

"seriously? begging for attention? are you that desperate?" you reach into his pockets, and, honestly, gojo could prevent this easily. you could tell; his technique is flexible in the physical department, too. so, letting you get too close is, in fact, quite voluntary on his end.

maybe he wanted to fluster you. it's not working. you're just irate as per usual, which must disappoint him.

"woah!" he stops you suddenly, hand on wrist, "at least buy me dinner first."

your anger fizzles into irritation when you notice you've garnered more than a few spectators. several pairs of curious, judging eyes glare at you from over the rims of magazines and newspapers and even laptops, and, yes, gojo's existence commands a lot of attention. he's always in the peripheries of every person within a mile radius without even trying.

so, the anger rears up again, because his antics have definitely ruined your chances of a peaceful, uneventful ride home, "gimmie my phone."

his grip is quite strong, holding you at an arm's length, "nah."

"you're an asshole, you know that?"

"stop thinking 'bout my ass, gosh, you'll make me blush," he takes that same hand and fans himself playfully, "but fine! since i'm the sweetest, nicest, and the kindest."

he fishes out your phone, lays it in your waiting palm, and then just looks at you like he's expecting something in return.

"what?"

a few seconds pass, his head tilts to a side, and you're left befuddled when his tongue darts out to wet his lips, "my thank you?'"

the first instinct, the correct one, is to say "go to hell" and forget this conversation even happened. the second, which you voice, is, "you expect gratitude for stealing my phone and then caving under zero pressure to return it?" your eyebrows must be all the way to your forehead. he is astounding.

he looks away, displeased, "not zero. you basically tried to fondle me. in public. in a train, even, how shameless of you."

"i did not."

"you did."

"not."

"did."

"oh god," you rub at your temples. a headache is oncoming.

gojo laughs. it's pretty, rich in pitch and loud, and more than a few people crane their heads, but now the stares are full-blown wonder. a bit sickening. you wouldn't be surprised if someone came up begging for a picture.

"could you please stop drawing attention to yourself?" you hiss.

"me?" he points at himself, glasses riding down. a flutter his pale eyelashes, "impossible," and a charming smirk. his pupils dart to your mouth, a full 1.5-second pause that makes your neck heat up. and, after what seems like a break for a wink and an allure, the spectacles are back.

what.

you open and close your mouth, unsure whether you saw correctly. the light must have been playing tricks on you, because whatever the hell that was, it was too honest for gojo. and all too out of character, too, because he's been calling you ugly for three years now. his first words to you might've been, "ew, what the hell is wrong with your face?"

what a bunch of shit, actually. now that you remember.

he's definitely just being his usual self, trying to rile you up, and to prove some point about being irresistible. typical, predictable, and so normal you relax instantly, letting go of any concern or interest in that strange glimpse.

once back at tokyo, you grab him by the sleeve. it's an involuntary reaction, but to be fair, you don't exactly even see gojo. he is simply the nearest person, and thus, subjected to your weird whims.

he stops, looks down at you, and he must see something he doesn't like because his placid expression crumbles, "...what?"

"neeeee!" you tug and tug and tug, and there might be stars in your eyes, and maybe a dopey smile, too, as you stare at the figure getting swallowed by the people rushing to their platforms, "i think i just saw ueda-san!"

"who?"

"ueda tatsuya-san. from kat-tun!" you finally, after a lot of effort and some seriously heavy panting, arrive at a secluded corner, "he was there, i swear!" you glance back. there's no one even remotely resembling the idol and a part of you is disappointed, the fan in you crying out to at least see an outstretched hand in a peace sign, "isn't that exciting?!"

the distaste only increases tenfold, but he hides it by shoving his hands into his pockets, a bored slouch, "so?"

your world freezes, a full 5 seconds before, "what?! what do you mean ‘so’?! this is such a cool coincidence! like...it's..." you inhale sharply, "fate!"

"haaaaaaaah?!" he stares down at you like you've gone insane, mouth open, a glimpse of teeth, "fate?"

"yes!" you respond enthusiastically, "do you think he saw me? this is my chance!"

"to die?"

"what?" you squint, confused, "why would i die? i want an autograph—"

"how'd you even know him, huh?" gojo pokes your forehead, pushing you back slightly, "have you ever talked to him in your life? he doesn't even know who you are," and, yeah, you'll admit, you don't have any arguments for that, and you hadn't really expected gojo to be the respectable, thoughtful adult in this situation.

still. surely fate has placed you and ueda-san in the same, massive tokyo train station so you could have a meet-cute like in the movies and fall deeply in love. you would quit your sorcerer job on the spot, travel with his band, gosh, the songs he'd write about you. this is all too much. you clasp hands on your cheeks. your head is spinning.

and all while gojo, a fan as well, or so you'd assumed, stands and watches you break down into a puddle of lovesick nonsense.

"oh god," he breathes, "stop," the distress leaks, "woman, snap out of it," his voice is strained.

"gosh, i dunno, gosh," you shake your head, "i don't think i'm ready to marry, i'm only 20. this is crazy,"

"the hell are you acting like he proposed to you? you maybe just saw the back of his head," gojo's agitation rises steadily, a tick in his jaw.

you clutch the material of his shirt, "no, it was really him. maybe i should go check?"

"no!" he puts his hands around your elbows, half-pulling and half-guiding you, "what’s gotten into you? snap out of it."

"but i gotta run after him," you jerk and struggle. the hallways, the other people are mere smears to the focus of your tunnel vision. ueda was just in sight, and he'll soon be slipping between crowds you could never catch in a million years, "this is my only chance!"

"like hell!" gojo grits, "quit it! be a normal fucking person."

"w-wait a minute—"

gojo places two large palms on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, and the fog clears as your eyes meet. the calm, composed, and serious glower shuts you up on its own merit and, shamefully, all you can think is how striking his features are.

he's breathtaking.

"breathe."

it comes as an order, though soft.

"and think."

your gaze lingers on the slope of his nose and how he holds himself, his entire posture radiating a fierce and all-consuming type of pride. his chin, his jaw, his cheekbones, the tilt of his lips, and you become overwhelmed. the need to shrink in and hide away has you clenching your teeth.

his grip tightens, "no. look at me."

and so you do. you have a mountain of complaints: to yourself, to the unfairness of this moment, because those fingers holding you up shouldn't exist, not around you. he shouldn't hold your face like this, tender, almost comforting, a thumb stroking your cheek absent-mindedly.

"good."

and, yes, a spark goes through you, and no, it is not that kind. it's panic, full-blown terror and the epiphany of what the fuck are you even doing?

"okay?" he asks.

"mmh," you nod quickly, "yeah, mhmm,"

his hands lower, come to rest atop your shoulders, and they're just as hot as a branding iron, "do you see why you're an embarrassment?"

and the magic ends as soon as it came, and he is repulsive again.

"buzzkill," you mutter, defeated.

“shoooko!” you barge into her room unannounced and uninvited, like it was your very own, and it might as well be by the amount of time you usually spend here. holding up a small gift bag, you present it with flourish, “i come with gifts!”

“welcome back,” she says dully, lounging on her messy bed and flipping through her fashion magazine, “how was the mission?”

you hum, tactfully avoiding the question by plopping down beside her, “i think i saw ueda-san at the train station!”

“ehhhhh?” now that gets her attention, and she’s all interest, “did you get a picture?”

“no, no,” you sigh, “was stopped by a lanky loser. gojo really is good for nothing.”

you miss the small smirk and the slight narrow of her eyes, “stopped you, huh? now why would he do that, i wonder..."

"because he's an asshole that wants to see me miserable?" you provide helpfully, getting more comfortable.

she flicks your forehead, and you wince, "you two are so silly."

"haibara-kun! nanami-kun!" you find them training in the dojo, and you barely manage to take off your shoes before you're sprinting full force to greet them, a gift in each hand, "i got you souvenirs from hitoyoshi!"

"mah, aren't you excited?" nanami stares with slight distaste when the box of sweets is literally shoved into his unsuspecting hand.

haibara, on the other hand, looks like he might grow a tail and start waggling it, "thank you so much, kawakami-sempai! these are so thoughtful, i appreciate them!" he immediately tears the packaging off, takes a hearty bite.

he sighs, content.

you wave off their praise like it's nothing. well, haibara's praise, but you’re used to nanami’s polite demeanor and quiet nature, so it must mean he is beyond ecstatic to receive such a thoughtful gift, "of course, of course! i gotta take care of my juniors,"

nanami grunts and examines the chocolate-coated cakes and cookies with an air of someone that is reluctantly pleased, "mmm, thanks."

you flash him an exaggerated smile, and he averts his gaze. got him, ha! you are the best sempai on this entire planet.

once you distributed the souvenirs, you swung by getou's dorm room. knocked, waited, only to realize he's not there. you left the gift bag by his door.

later, you find out that he’s gone on a mission, and that he likely won’t be back soon.

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faerievampling · 7 months

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Homecoming

Part 2 of A Vampire's Courage. Can be read as a stand alone!

Summary: The Dark Urge and Spawn!Astarion, after having decided to remain friends, have been traveling together after the defeat of the Netherbrain. After finally sleeping together, Durge and Astarion have unfinished business. Smut and feelings ensue.

Word count: 4.2k

Link to Ao3!

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x Female Durge

Warning: 18+, explicit. Violence. Blood. PiV. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Blow Jobs. Inexperienced reader. Sixty Nine ;). Durge x Astarion being deeply in love.

A/N: This Durge also goes by Tav! happy valentines day :) im foaming at the mouth for patch 6. I hope y'all enjoy.

Astarion holds you for a while, only leaving to lie in his own bed after you’ve drifted off.

“That was the first time in ages you’ve slept through the night,” Astarion remarks once you wake. “We’ll have to do that more often, darling,” his tone was teasing.

The two of you traveled in silence for a while. It was peaceful, under the stars and the full moon. You didn’t know what you wanted to say to him, so you said nothing.

He had told you that you were special to him. But he could mean a million different things by that - couldn’t he? And of course you were special to him: you were the first person he ever trusted.

And to be fair, he hadn’t said anything either. You can’t help but wonder if he regrets it, if your eyes and ears deceived you and he really had just been up to his old ways.

Besides, you both had a job to do. You needed to focus.

“So, are you willing to sign?” The squat human asked; the contract lie in front of Astarion, who was still reading it over. “We are just quite ready for this little problem to be taken care of.”

Astarion did used to be a magistrate, but he hardly remembered his life before his undeath, so he was just pretending to read the contract. You both knew that if this man didn’t pay up, you would intimidate or charm him until he did.

Astarion had just wanted him to beg a little. With a sloppy mark, Astarion signed his name before handing the pen over to you. You scribble something resembling ‘The Dark Urge’.

“What an odd name,” the human remarks, giving you an awkward smile.

“A family name.” You smile back.

“Well, let’s get on with it then, my dear,” Astarion says to you before turning to the human. “We never return empty handed. We’ll see you when the job is done,” The two of you leave the man’s office; he was an assistant to the Mayor, who you could tell he was rather eager to please.

You clear your throat, trying to make sure you sound as normal as you could after last night. “So, any ideas on how to kill a Chimera?” You ask Astarion, hoping that maybe he will surprise you.

Astarion laughs. “Oh, Gods no, dear. Surely we should just cut off its heads, right?”

“As quickly as we can, I imagine.” You think you sound pretty normal. You sure hoped so, anyways. He sure did.

“So, you don’t really have a plan, is what I’m gathering.”

You sigh. “Not in the slightest.”

The battle with the Chimera went about as good as could be expected: you and Astarion kicked ass, as usual, but not without injury. You had quite the gash on your shoulder, which Astarion was insistent on lapping up once you got to a decent spot to camp.

Astarion had several protective camp items he could use to shield himself from the sun during the day: an enchanted tent and a music box that could hold constant concentration for casting a veil of Darkness. These were just some of your boons from adventuring as you searched for a permanent solution.

You felt the chill of his lips on your skin as he licked the wound clean. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his silver curls as he attended to you. The longer you two were in contact, the greater your heat was building up, and you could feel the slickness of your folds as the blood in your body rushed to your labia.

You could tell he was taking his time. The two of you had done this so many times before, but you couldn't help but feel how the pressure of his lips against your skin was softer, lighter, and he was moving his lips more than he usually did, like he was planting kisses on you.

This time, it undeniably felt more intimate, more erotic. Your heart was already racing from the contact, but gods was it fast now. You needed to say something.

“Alright, hurry up,” You say roughly, cursing at yourself for your choice of words; he relents, sticking a bandage on you and handing you a healing potion. You pop the cork of the bottle, drinking down the red liquid and instantly feeling warm all over. You would be fully healed by morning, thankfully; plus, the pain was already starting to subside, leaving you feeling greatly relieved.

But before Astarion says anything to you, he’s pulling you to your feet, his hand gripping yours with such strength it startles you.

“Someone’s coming,” Astarion whispers to you. “It’s several people. Smells like the villagers.” The two of you exchange looks of confusion before the picture comes into view.

There is a group of armored men approaching you; you and Astarion immediately go into a defensive stance. Typically, you would be in front and Astarion would be in the shadows, but this time he stands in front of you.

You realize you are only in your bra, since Astarion had been tending your wound.

“Trying to protect my modesty?” You ask with a huff, but Astarion only growls at the men in response.

“One step closer, and I won’t hesitate to kill you,” Astarion sneers at the men, who stop in their tracks. You kind of wanted to see it, secretly.

“You’d really protect that monster? That Bhaalspawn,” A man spat the word from his mouth, and you knew why they were here. “I could never forget your face. I doubt you even remember mine. You killed so many at the Slaughter of East End, my family along with it.”

‘East End’. Didn’t ring a bell.

”I was able to run but you got to them!” The man was screaming at you now, but you can only blink at him over Astarion’s shoulder.

“Maybe they should have run faster,” Astarion barks. He can’t see the mist in your eyes.

“They are both monsters. Kill the elf and then the Bhaalspawn,” Someone bellowed from the crowd, causing the men to chant in agreement.

A mocking voice rang through the night air. ”Burn her!“

That’s all the group of men could say before Astarion tore the throat out of one in the faceless crowd. You had intended just to defend yourself if need be and knock them out, but when Astarion pounced first, the men were destined to die.

You’re plunging a sword through the chest of a man when you hear another start to beg. Astarion’s laugher rings out against the last few cries of battle before quiet settles amongst the camp.

It takes a short while for the two of you to calm down. The blood of nearly a dozen men soaked the grounds of your campsite. The smell of copper overwhelmed an untapdoled (and thus less controlled) Astarion, and he had to get away from you for a while; he made sure you had your sending stone and your warding bond ring on, just in case.

You felt numb for a while, and when you finally felt Astarion’s hand on your shoulder, you weren’t sure how long you had been sitting on your shins in the blood soaked earth.

“He was right, you know. Even if I had seen his face, I wouldn’t have remembered it,” You say as Astarion helps you to your feet. He looks you over, scanning your body for injuries.

But your only injury is of the heart. Invisible, but maybe not to Astarion.

“You’re not being fair to yourself,” Astarion says, “Maybe you caused ruin in your past. But you aren’t the same person you were.”

“But do I not still deserve punishment?” You say, exasperated. “I feel like I do. Like I should pay for what I’ve done. There are some days where I can’t stop thinking about Alfira -“ Your voice cracks, and Astarion grabs your forearms as if he’s trying to hold you together, to steady you from your wavering fortitude.

“You’ve paid already, darling. You’ve saved the damn world! Isn’t that enough?” His eyes are pleading, because you know this isn’t just about you: Astarion’s own past was shrouded with victims.

“I don’t know,” is all you can say.

“Those men deserved to die, Tav.” His eyes were narrowed, his face shrouded with convicted vengeance. And despite your anguish, your guilt, those feelings subside a bit when you look into Astarion’s ruby eyes.

He’s nodding at you, further trying to affirm his words. You take a deep breath, nodding along with him.

“Let’s set up elsewhere. If we hurry, we’ll have time to set up at least one of the tents,” Astarion squeezes your forearms before bringing you into an embrace.

It was a welcome surprise, and you melt into him, a warmth from within you starting to spread throughout your body.

The two of you work hard to move the camp, setting up his sun-proof tent. You both make time to wash and put on fresh clothes; your wound from earlier is already healed, so you dress in fresh underclothes and camp wear.

As you see the sun peak over the horizon, you look to Astarion, realizing neither your tent, nor the enchanted music box, was anywhere to be found.

“I can’t find it, my tent or the music box,” You say, your tone more pleading than you would have liked. “You’re sure you grabbed them?”

“Yes, well, I think so, at least,”Astarion has a curious look on his face. “We don’t really need it though, do we?”

Oh. You knew what this meant; surely, surely, he is referencing his recent bedding of you.

“You want to share a tent?”

“We already do share a lot of things: resources, often a room, and last night, a bed.” Astarion has turned on the charm a bit, but his smile his warm, his eyes open and rounded, wet with anticipation.

You feel the blood rise to your cheeks.

“You can cast Darkness yourself, can’t you? That would be enough for you to freely come and go from my tent so you can tend to your…living needs.” Astarion flirted.

“But you wouldn’t be able to leave the tent. I can only cast darkness for about thirty seconds at a time, and I have limited energy.” You were babbling now.

“I know how your magic works, darling. But I won’t be needing to leave the tent,” Astarion steps closer to you, putting his hand on your waist.

You pause, getting lost in his ruby eyes. “So…you want me to keep you company?”

Astarion’s smirk softens, his eyes round and open to you. “Yes,”

You swallow. “The sun will be up for a while,”

Astarion chuckles lightly, so much softer than the last time you heard it. He brings a hand to cup your face, and now you finally understand what he may be asking of you. Astarion must see the realization in your eyes, and he brings his head down; you feel the sensation of his cool, soft lips as they press against your own.

His touch is so tender, you can’t help but melt into his palm. You feel like he’s holding you up now, carrying your weight.

“Worried you’ll get bored, darling? I promise you won’t be,” Astarion’s salacious voice is low and raw in your ear; it sends an urgent shiver through your body.

Astarion pulls you into his tent, and you are enveloped in him. His very presence lingered in the air, and you recognized the familiar smell of bergamot hanging in the romantic darkness.

The tent was spacious and had been enchanted to look like the night sky. You had seen it before, of course, but not with Astarion’s urgent hands on you.

His lips are on you, his tongue easing between your parted lips as he drinks you in. Astarion was an excellent kisser, likely much better than you, and you did your best to follow his lead. But his tongue dominated yours, and he gradually deepened the kiss as his dexterous fingers began to unlace your shirt.

You could sense Astarion’s desperation to see your breasts as he unhooked your brassiere.

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him like this before, so ravenous for you. His lips trailed over your neck, to your chest, where he focused on your sensitive nipples.

You’re surprised when Astarion gets on his knees, his tongue circling the tip of your breasts while his pretty lips wrap around the swollen bud.

You see the light of the enchanted full moon reflect off of Astarion’s eyelashes as he bats them at you, causing you to gasp at the sight.

One of his hands is squeezing your other nipple, and the other is gripping the curve of your ass; Astarion groans against you, his fangs grazing your skin. You feel the pressure of the prick as they bite down, just enough to avoid breaking your skin.

You’re focused on Astarion’s rapid breathing and whimpers as his arms snake around you, pulling you down to your knees to meet him at level.

“Tav, I-“ Astarion begins, but he can’t seem to keep his lips off of you.

“Astarion,” You say, but you trail off as his lips are on yours, tongue plunging into your mouth as he brings his hands to cup the sides of your jaw.

I love you. It was on the tip of your tongue. You think it may have been on his, too. You didn’t even know if you really understood the meaning, but you knew how innately the words came to mind when you thought about Astarion.

Astarion eases you on your back, his lips never leaving yours. He makes quick work of unlacing your trousers. But before he can pull them off of you, his desperation overwhelms him and he moves to unlace his own pants, releasing his swollen cock.

“Take yours off, your panties too,” His words are firm, yearning, and Astarion watches you intently as you lift your hips to pull off the rest of your clothes, leaving you entirely naked in front of him.

Astarion groans, breaking your kisses as he moves to grab your shins, spreading your legs wide. His eyes sweep over you, pausing at your exposed core. You realize it’s rather bright in the tent with the light of the full moon, and surely he doesn’t sleep under this light.

You wonder if he adjusted the magic so that he could see you better. And the little smile on Astarion’s face as he drinks in the sight of you, naked and spread for him, confirms your theory.

“I thought about you like this all day,” He says to you in a raw voice. His hands roam your body, a hand tugging at a nipple while the other caresses your curves.

He shifts closer to you now, bringing you pelvis to pelvis, and his cock rests along your mound, the tip of which reaching just below your belly button.

“You have?” You whisper, your eyes wetting against your own protests. He begins to rub his cock between your folds, and you squirm at the pressure on your clit.

He dips down to press his lips to yours again, hand moving between your legs to your slick folds as he begins teasing you. “You’re all I’ve thought about, Tav.”

“Tell me what you want, my sweet. I want to give it to you.” Astarion whispers eagerly, and you realize just how undone he’s come: his curls are disheveled, brows furrowed with pleasure, full lips parted.

Astarion’s fingers explore you, his thumb circling your sensitive bundle of nerves as he eases a finger inside your entrance.

“I want to taste you,” You say, your eyes glued to his swollen cock. Astarion hums with approval, eager to please as he readjusts you both.

Astarion lies on his back, prompting you to get on your knees between his legs, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock.

You wanted to taste it, because you never have before; as you place your lips on his tip, gently kissing it, flickering your tongue as you do, you realize you don’t actually know what you’re doing.

Surely you’ve done this before. It seems familiar enough. Astarion looks through his lashes at you, watching as you tentatively handle his cock.

He tastes amazing: clean, cool, and you take him in your mouth as deep as you can, causing him to gasp.

“Sorry,” you murmur between your darling kisses. “I don’t really know what I’m doing,”

“Oh,” Astarion breathes, pondering this just for a moment before his focus is back on you. “Start by putting your lips around me. Go on, lover.”

Astarion watches as you follow his command, putting your lips around the girth of his cock. You start to move your tongue, swirling it on his skin as you’re already sucking just a bit.

“Yes, my sweet, oh-“ Astarion moans, his hand moving to your chin just to caress you, to touch you, to know you are there and that it is you that engulfs him.

Astarion starts to buck his hips into your mouth, his hand moving from your chin to the root of your hair, holding you firmly in place as he starts to fuck your mouth. After a moment, he’s breathing heavily, and he releases you, ruby eyes boring into you, clear as day under the light of the enchanted moon.

“I need to taste you,” Astarion speaks, his voice low. “You trust me to make you feel good, Tav?”

You’re confused about why he’s asking you this: his precum was still on your chin, the taste of his salty seed still lingering on your tongue. He was delicious, of course, and you only wanted more.

“Yes,” you say as he brings himself up to kiss you again.

“I want you to bring your legs over my face, so that I can fuck you with my tongue while I stuff that sweet mouth of yours.” Astarion’s words are sultry, low and sexy, as usual, but his voice is firm, his words chosen in such a way so that you know exactly what he means to do with you.

Your eyes go wide at this. You’ve never heard of anything like that before, and you think it sounds complicated. But, you hadn’t lied when you told him you trusted him: so you nod.

“You’ll have to tell me what to do,” Your words are heavy on your throat, thick with anticipation.

“I certainly have no problem telling you what to do, my darling,” Astarion purrs, causing you to quiver with anticipation.

Your cunt, so slick and desperate for more, throbs with desire as Astarion puts his hands on you, guiding you to position his head between your thighs, exposing the heat of your core to him as you face his cock.

Astarion let’s out an audible sigh of relief as he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing your cunt straight to his mouth; the sensation is heavenly, the angle of the position has your clit and folds fully exposed, resting in his mouth as he takes worship in you.

His tongue teases your folds before dipping between them, hungrily lapping at your entrance; you feel used as your juices begin to drip down your thigh.

The vibration of Astarion’s little moans tease you, causing you to settle into him further.

You bring him in your mouth, trying to bob your head to give him pleasure, but you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue spearing between your folds, your walls, tasting your depths before sweeping over your swollen clit.

You can’t focus on your movements any longer, as Astarion’s motions send shockwaves of pleasure through your body. As his expert tongue focused solely on your swollen nub, you go totally lax.

Before you know it, you’re moaning with Astarion’s cock still in your mouth, despite your orgasmic paralysis. You feel your rumble of ecstasy rise up within you, and you’re hoping you aren’t gushing too much as you spasm around his tongue.

Suddenly, Astarion grabs the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock, stroking your mouth. You’re still writhing in utter euphoria and creaming in his mouth as he takes you.

Once you’ve come back down from your high, your body is still lax. You’re thankful Astarion is so strong and doesn’t have to breathe, because you’re dead weight atop him.

You muster the strength to roll off of him, and he works to place himself on top of you, between your legs. Facing him now, you see the evidence of your orgasm in his eyes and on his face.

His nose, lips, chin, were soaked in your come, his pupils blown with lust at your scent.

You feel your walls stretch as Astarion inserts two fingers inside you, prepping you for the girth of his cock. His intrusion only makes your cunt salivate more.

When he’s satisfied with your stretch, he starts to sink into you.The pressure of his cock makes you gasp, and Astarion cups your jaw, guiding your eyes to him.

He’s saying your name like a prayer. “Oh, Tav, Tav, my sweetest girl, my love.”

Once his mouth finds yours, his kisses are fervent, passionate, matching the slow pace of his strokes. His tongue is so soft, and he tastes so good with your come on his lips that you’re already primed to give him more.

He pumps in and out of you, stretching your walls to his girth until you are perfect for him before his thrusts start to quicken.

You feel him putting more strength behind his thrusts, inserting himself deeper within you until he’s bottomed out.

“Gods, Tav, you’re unbelievable,” Astarion purrs in your ear. Finally, he’s fully inside you, and he can’t help it anymore: he strokes you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix, so deep you’re brought into a delirium of pleasure.

You heave in his mouth as he eases his tongue between your parted lips. Your stretched walls start to contract around his cock, and you’re coming on him again before you even realize.

Your hands grab at his curls, trail lightly over his back: you’re careful not to be harsh with that sensitive part of him. But you needed to caress him, to feel his body beneath your palm.

As your body spasms beneath him, you feel entirely fucked out, your body going lax again in his hands. Astarion made you so…pliant. You wanted him to be yours so desperately. Your hazy brain is ready to do anything for him.

Astarion’s thrusts become less calculated as he comes undone, and before you even realize, Astarion is moaning your name as his balls contract, spurting thick ropes of come deep inside you.

It takes a moment for you both to come back to reality. Astarion rolls onto his side, gathering you in his arms as he adjusts to ensure your shared comfort.

The coolness of him feels amazing against your skin, still hot from lovemaking.

“I love the way you feel against me,” You hum into his chest. After just a few beats, Astarion pulls away, easing himself up on his elbow to look down at you.

“I want to kiss you,” Astarion says with a swallow. “And I want to do it whenever I’d like.”

You pause, getting lost in his crimson eyes. “Y-yes, you may.” You stumble, but Astarion is smooth enough for the both of you.

He brings a finger to your chin, holding you in place as he presses a tender kiss to your lips. When he breaks away, he rests his forehead on yours, and you feel your heart thumping away in your chest.

“I don’t want anything to change between us. I just want to be able to do this with you. To kiss you when I like, to touch you when I like,” Astarion pauses, trying to ensure he gets all of his thoughts out. “And I don’t want you to do these things with anyone else.”

“I let you get away because I knew I wasn’t ready. I want to give you something real, but I couldn’t at the time,” Astarion kisses you again, so tenderly you feel a pang in your heart. And between your legs.

“But now, Tav,” He caresses your cheek, causing you to gasp a little. Astarion smiles a little before his face continues its serious, sincere expression. His eyes were wide, and he was bearing his soul to you.

His hand clasped yours.

“I want you. I’ve wanted you to be mine since the clearing.”

You’re speechless, heart fluttering at his words. You can only say what’s on your tender mind: “I think I love you, Astarion.”

A hand smooths your hair back, delicately, as if you are a precious thing.

“I love you too. But I know that I do. I want every part of you.” Astarion’s voice rumbles through you.

Your chest swells, and you feel like you’re bursting from within: it’s something you’ve never really felt before, but it felt distinctly like home.

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notsoattractivearenti · 1 year

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1+1 = 4 (Mason Mount x Fem!Reader)

WC: 3.0K

Warnings: mention of c-section, post-surgery recovery

A/N: i haven’t written anything since last month and i’ve missed writing so here it is... dad!Mason for me and y'all my loves 🥰🫶🏻 apologies if this isn’t so good lol tbh i wrote this for my own comfort cuz it's been an extremely rough few weeks so i kinda needed this and i’m a huge sucker for my faves as attentive partner and dad fics! not to mention this is officially the longest fic I've written + posted here! hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any grammatical errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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You just woke up from a short nap after your C-section. Your baby was not supposed to be born for another month, but when your doctor saw the umbilical cord was wrapped around their neck during ultrasound, they told you and Mason that an emergency C-section had to be done the next day before your baby moved to the birth position. You recalled the day it happened.

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You were really scared and nervous even though you have given birth before – but your first pregnancy and labor went smoothly so you didn’t exactly anticipate this. Plus, you had never gone through any major surgery your whole life – you just were not ready at all. You wanted another vaginal delivery but since the circumstances changed, you didn’t have a choice and all you cared about was your little one coming into the world safe and sound.

Mason was scared too, but he tried to conceal it from you. He just knew he had to be by your side all the time, as you were about to go through another life-changing moment but not as you planned. He was worried about the baby but even more about you – he felt so helpless because he basically couldn’t do anything but be there for you. If he could, he would make himself be the one who bears the pain instead of you.

On the way home after the checkup, you sat in the passenger seat and just silently stared at the road with your hand resting on top of your belly – subconsciously rubbing it sometimes – while thinking about the sudden news. Mason noticed how quiet you were, and as he drove he grabbed your hand to hold it tight.

“My dear, everything will be okay,” he said softly, “little peanut will be just fine. So will you.”

You sighed. “Maybe you’re right, but Mase...” Your voice was shaky, “I’m terrified. I really am...”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at you, then kissed your hand and rubbed it with his thumbs repeatedly.

“I know, Y/N. But you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known and you’re going to get through this like the badass you are.” He assured you.

“And I will be with you the entire time and take care of you. I promise.” He added.

You smiled a little, still nervous but way less than before. You knew he was also worried yet he still gave you the comfort you needed. That is one of the things about Mason that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“Also, picture how excited Gem will be when she finds out she’s going to meet her baby sibling soon!”

Before Mason even finished his sentence, the possible scenario was already playing in your head. You looked back to the time you and Mason broke the news to Gemma, your 4 year-old daughter – she screamed then cried out of happiness. She has been so excited to have a little sister or brother since and kept asking when will the baby be born. You could clearly imagine how she would react this time.

“Oh God,” you put your hand on your forehead and jokingly groaned, “she’s going to scream her ass off again isn’t she?”

He shook his head playfully and laughed. “Well that’s my daughter alright!”

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During the surgery, Mason was sitting next to you the whole time, not wanting to let go of your hand. You were fully conscious since you had regional anesthesia, and to distract yourself from your anxious thoughts you and Mason chatted about the most random things – and it helped calming you down.

You both decided not to find out about your baby’s sex just like when you were pregnant with Gemma. Of course you two were curious, but you wanted to surprise yourselves. A boy or a girl, it doesn't really matter because you will love the baby regardless of the sex.

Suddenly, you both heard the sound of your baby’s cry. The doctor lifted them up so you two could see and excitedly announced, “Congratulations, it’s a girl!”

You and Mason had your mouths wide open and looked at each other immediately once you knew you had another daughter. She came to join your little family sooner than expected, but she was healthy and all your worry was gone in an instant. Mason kissed your forehead and your lips, then whispered to your ears, “Thank you baby, I’m so proud of you.”

The nurse then brought the baby to you so you could see her up close. She put her next to your face, and you could feel tears of happiness streaming down your face – the presence of your newborn girl warmed your heart.

“Hi baby girl,” you tearfully greeted your daughter, “welcome to the world! Mommy loves you so much.”

Mason watched that moment and he was left speechless. He couldn’t stop smiling and crying as he couldn’t find the words to describe the overwhelming joy and immense love he felt at the moment. He was still processing the fact that he had another girl to love for the rest of his life. As he wiped his tears, he quietly whimpered in awe, “she’s so precious… My little peanut.”

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As you woke up from your nap post surgery, you could feel the anesthesia started to wear off. You moaned and pressed your lips together over the pain you felt on the incision area. You couldn’t really get up because when you tried to move even a little bit, it would hurt so bad. You looked around the hospital room you were in and you saw Mason sitting on the sofa near the window while holding your newborn daughter.

He didn’t take his eyes off of her even for a second, you could tell he was so in love. This reminded you of the day when Gemma was just born – once he held her in his arms, his eyes were locked on her.

You couldn’t stop staring at him as you found this moment so heartwarming and adorable. He then took a quick look at you and when he saw you were awake, a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Oh look, Mommy’s awake,” he said as he got off the sofa to come over to you, “how are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Uh… pain...” You muttered. “But don’t worry, I’m okay.”

“Oh no… I’m sorry, Y/N.” He knitted his eyebrows, the tone of his voice showed how worried he really was. “Tell me what I can do to help ease it. I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

You smiled as his hand was stroking your arm.

“Thank you love,” you said to Mason, “but let’s just wait for the nurse. With you two here with me right now I can handle this pain.”

“By the way… Can you stop hogging my baby and hand her over to her mom?” You jokingly asked him.

“Oops, sorry!” He laughed while gently putting her on your side.

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Few hours later, the nurse suggested you get out of bed and try walking around for a bit. Even though you were still experiencing discomfort, you gladly took her suggestion as you didn’t like laying in the bed for too long. Mason, who wasn’t fond of the idea, expressed his concern to the nurse.

“Ma’am, are you sure it’s okay? The wound on my wife’s stomach is still fresh… Isn’t it too soon?”

“Sir, I get your concern and I can guarantee you it is necessary as it is a part of the recovery. Moving around after the surgery helps the recovery process. Don’t need to worry, we’ll check in on you every so often. If you need anything, you can call us by pushing the button next to the bed.” The nurse explained to both of you in a calm manner.

Mason sighed in relief and nodded.

“Thank you,” you said to the nurse, “this is my first time going through a C-section and my husband and I have been very anxious about it. Not to mention this was unplanned so we didn’t exactly come prepared.”

“Understandable. It is normal to feel nervous, Ma’am. We are happy to help.” The nurse acknowledged your worries.

As soon as the nurse left the room, you tried to get out of bed and grimaced while one of your hands was on your wound area. Mason was getting you a glass of water when he saw you – fright was written all over his face immediately.

“Baby!” He spontaneously yelled as he rushed over to your side and helped you. out.

“Ssshh, Mase, I’m alright,” you put your arm around his neck and tried to soothe him, “just want to get up, that's all.”

“Don’t be so stubborn!” He was shaking a little – he felt a genuine fear. “My God, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Oh please, don’t be a drama queen,” you couldn’t help but make fun of his reaction. “I said I’m alright, hahaha!”

He playfully rolled his eyes in response. You laughed at him and suddenly felt stabbing pain on your wound.

“Ouch!” You shouted. “Man, I can't even laugh without feeling pain!”

“Well, I’m glad you were amused but I guess no more comedy for a while for you, Mrs. Mount.” he said as he stroked your back.

Mason gently supported your body and carefully assisted you on taking your first steps post surgery. You squeezed your eyes, ground your teeth and winced as you were still experiencing the sharp pain – especially when you moved. Mason’s heart ached seeing you struggling like this, he felt guilty even but he knew nothing else he could do but support you throughout the recovery.

“Don’t rush it, sweetheart. It hasn’t been 12 hours after the surgery,” he emphasized. “Just take one little step at the time when you’re ready, okay?”

—

“Baby, Gem is coming here with my parents!” He excitedly shouted from across the room.

Your eyes widened and a squeal left your mouth when you heard that Gemma was coming. As you were in the hospital, Mason’s parents were taking care of her. You have been looking forward to the moment when your girls finally met. She had been impatiently waiting to be able to hold her baby sibling – she even practiced with her doll all the time.

At this point you could stand up, walk, and sit down. The incision still hurt and discomfort came and went all the time but the painkiller was working well and the bliss of having a newborn was able to distract your mind from the pain. Mason had been so attentive to you and always ready to help you. He thought you needed a day to rest, therefore with your permission he respectfully asked everyone – except your parents and siblings – not to pay a visit at the hospital and wait until you all settled at your home instead.

“Where is Gem now? Is she close? Are they here already?” You eagerly asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered, “I’ll call my mum.”

And before he even pressed call, Debbie texted him to let him know they just arrived at the hospital. He was beaming when he saw the text, and passed the news to you.

“They’re here! I’ll go get them,” he said as he kissed your forehead and got out to pick them up.

Trying not to hurt yourself, you didn’t act too excited on the outside but you sure were within. Sitting down on your bed, you pulled the baby crib closer and carefully picked her up.

“Hey little angel,” you whispered softly into her tiny ear, “you’re about to meet your big sister. She’s been waiting for you… You’re going to love her as much as she loves you.”

She made a slight smile and you noticed that. You chuckled, you thought it was like she was also excited to meet Gemma. You gave little kisses all over her cute face, and as you did that you could feel how you were completely filled with great love and glee – one more girl has stolen your heart.

Suddenly, you heard the door was opened, followed by a little giggle you love so much. Your heart was beating really fast – it was going to be one of the biggest moments in your life – you didn’t know if you could handle your emotions when it happened.

You saw Gemma walking in with one hand holding her dad’s and the other covering her mouth. She looked so eager to finally see her baby sibling – she didn’t know it was a girl beforehand – and you wanted to see how she reacted when she found out she had a sister. Behind them were Debbie and Tony, and Debbie had already started recording with Mason’s phone. Gemma then saw you and excitedly yelled, “Mommy!”

You giggled and waved at her in response.

“Do you want to sit next to Mommy and baby peanut, Gem?” Mason gently asked her.

“Yes Daddy! I want to see my baby peanut now!” She responded impatiently.

Mason picked her up and sat her down next to you. When she saw her sister up close, she squealed and said “Wow, baby peanut is so small and cute!”

You introduced your firstborn to your newborn.

“Gemma, meet Iris…”

She gasped and looked at both you and Mason in disbelief.

“You have a sister, Gem!” Mason cheered.

Gemma was so happy to have a sister and she started to cry. You might have pictured this beautiful moment in your head before but what really happened was a lot better than you had imagined. It was quite overwhelming to see how emotional she was and you eventually cried as well. Mason was really touched, almost shed a tear when he saw how you and Gemma were crying. He immediately grabbed some tissues from his pocket – he was aware this was going to happen – to wipe the tears off his girls’ faces.

“Mommy… Can I hold Iris?” Gemma nervously asked, her big brown eyes were still watery but you could see the sparkles of joy in them.

“Of course, sweetie.”

You carefully handed Iris onto Gemma’s lap, teaching her how to support Iris’ little body. She was so gentle and cautious, uneasy at first as if she was afraid to hurt Iris. Mason tried to ease her since he got how nervous Gemma was – he kissed the top of her head over and over again while assuring her that she was doing fine holding her sister – and it worked out even though it took a while.

Finally feeling comfortable, Gemma gently let go of one of her hands and started caressing Iris’ cheeks. Her eyes were locked in just like his dad earlier, and you just knew she was so deeply in love with her little sister.

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, Gem?” Mason was beaming in awe and Gemma nodded in agreement.

Both Gemma and Mason showered Iris with kisses. The immense amount of love Iris was getting made your heart soar. You looked at your husband and your girls and thought to yourself: how did I get so lucky?

Mason then gave you a quick but passionate kiss on your lips. He looked deeply into your eyes and expressed his gratitude and appreciation for you.

“Y/N, the way you had to bear the pain to bring me two amazing kids to our life is unbelievable. You are the most incredible woman and I can never thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me, for us… I’m so lucky to have you as my wife and the mother of our girls. I will always try to make you happy, feel loved and give you everything you need and deserve because you have given me the life I’ve always dreamed of…”

You had no words and were about to cry again. You pulled him closer and pressed your lips against his – it was a moment full of tenderness and sweet affection. As your lips parted, you two whispered “I love you” to one another.

Debbie – who was still recording – and Tony were also emotional although they were trying to keep themselves together because they thought they didn’t want to ruin the beautiful moment between your little family. You then asked the grandparents to come see the newest addition to the Mount family.

“Iris Mount… Such a beautiful name, Y/N!” Tony complimented.

“That’s perfect for her! Thank you, Y/N, for giving us wonderful grandkids!” Debbie chimed in and gave you a hug.

“Uh, Mum… I contributed too, you know. Why don’t I get a thank-you? ” Mason jokingly protested.

“Yes but you weren’t the one who carried them for months and gave birth, were you?” Debbie lightheartedly replied.

You chuckled at their banter – you held yourself back from laughing as usual because it would hurt you.

With his mother clearly winning the argument, Mason humorously backed out, pouted then stated his closing statement.

“That’s true. But Y/N and I do make the most beautiful babies.”

Debbie and Tony couldn’t help but laugh at his comeback.

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Yes, he might not be the one who was pregnant and given birth, but he has always been an amazing and present father to Gemma. No matter how tight his schedule could be, he would always make time for her daughter. He might have missed a few milestones that happened unexpectedly but other than those he never wanted to miss out so much on his daughter’s life. When he was out of town for away games, he always asked for daily updates on Gemma and called you on Facetime in every chance he got.

Mason is an ultimate girl dad and takes great pride in it. He would dress up as princess wearing a tiara and Gemma’s little dress that barely fits him and have a tea party with her, buy a makeup set she asked for, and sometimes he would show up at training wearing a headband with the biggest bow on his head because Gemma put it on him before he left. He always said he loves being a girl dad and would do it all over again – now he really gets to do it all over again…

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kaz11283 · 10 months

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Get Out!

Pairing: Bucky X Y/n (sneaky), Steve X Sis! Reader, reader x parents (platonic)

Rated: PG, some light make out, maybe cussing

Summary: You were left alone while your family went out to eat because you "didn't feel good" but someone had to keep you company. (I'm never any good at these)

"How did you get your parents to leave you alone for so long?" Your boyfriend mumbled into your neck running his nose along your collar bone causing you to shiver.

"Easy," you laughed as you carded your fingers through his soft dark brown hair, "I told them I had a virus that I must have caught from you after helping you with your homework." The two of you had been sneaking around for the last few months hoping that your parents or your brother wouldn't find out. It didn't help that he and Steve were best friends. Your breath caught as he ground his hips down into you. "Bucky."

"Helped with my homework? Is that what we're calling this now?" He smirked pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the other side of the room. His hands traced back up your sides and hooked under your arms pulling you up to sit on his lap as your fingers traced down his back, leaning forward you took his earlobe between your teeth and pulled slightly before kissing down his neck biting down just hard enough to leave marks.

"It doesn't matter what we call it, I know it's fun." You laughed as he laid you back on your back and hovered over you leaning down and placing a gentle kiss against your lips.

"I'm your no matter what you want to call this.". He smiled down at you. The sweet moment was cut short when you heard car doors slamming in your driveway.

"Out! Out the window!" You whisper jumping up starting to grab all his things that had been thrown around as he was pulling up his pants and climbing out the window. "Bucky! Hey!" You rushed over dropping a few things on the ground to grab a hold of his face and give him a kiss. "I'll see you later."

"Oh, doll, of course you will." He smirked giving you another kiss. You heard footsteps coming up the stairs as Steve called your name. "Gotta go." He left closing the window quickly behind him just as Steve opened your door.

"Dear God Y/n!" He yelled walking in on you without a shirt.

"It wouldn't kill you to knock Steven!" You screamed back at him grabbing your shirt from your bed. I was about to get in the shower. I've been throwing up since y'all left and I just feel nasty."

"Well, I brought you that pasta that you always get when we go, I knew you would be hungry." He placed a Styrofoam container on the end of the bed as you yelled out a thanks before closing your bathroom door. As he turned to leave he noticed a familiar shirt laying next to the window, bending down and picking it up he seen it was in fact Buckys.

"Stevie! James is here!" You mom yelled up the stairs.

He walked down to meet his friend at the door and smirked as he leaned against the door frame. "How ya feelin there, Buck."

"I, uh, I feel better. Must be some kinda virus going around.". He said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Must really mess with your memory too. Seeing as you forgot that y/n is my sister." Steve grumbled at him. "And you forgot your shirt in her room." He said tossing it at Bucky.

"I really care about her Steve, we were gonna say something eventually." Bucky studdered.

"Just don't hurt her." Steve said turning back to go inside.

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Announcement: I feel like I'm still rough around the edges and I need some practice but I am happy with how this one turned out. I figured I would do another Bucky because his request and drabbles are a little empty right now.

#bucky fanfic #avengers bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes #au bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #marvel bucky barnes #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns x y/n #james barnes x reader #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james barnes x you

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whatevertheweather · 2 months

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Hi hello. I miss y'all. That is my own fault but it's still true, and I'm writing this on saturday night and feeling maudlin about how wonderful and talented and dear this fandom is and how I never join in anymore, so I'm making my little post okay.

I'm going with Musical Chairs again because it's so far past time for that to be done. And I've said this before, but it is approaching done. And I'm gonna get into that, but it'll all be behind the scenes rambling, so it's below the cut, and for those who don't want to delve that far, here is some freshly written Penny POV.

“Ah,” Shepard smiled, “a good deed wasn’t motive enough on its own?” “Not when it’s for a stupid reason.” “What is your un-stupid reason?” “Un-stupid?” Penny repeated. She turned resolutely to her drink. “Nevermind. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” “Hey now,” Shepard said, ducking into her line of sight. “You struck me as someone who prefers being honest.” It was a job not to smile at that, but Penny put the work in.

Now for the mess.

It's a good mess I think. I have a new section in my miscellany document, tucked in between nine (9) sections of ramblings and cut scenes, and the new section is called "we got it this time boys," and I think it's right. I've written a full draft of the scene that's been holding us all back. It's there in its entirety, it just needs to be edited. And I'm so scared to reread it, because every time I think I got this scene right I come back and it's wrong. Which I've decided to be fine with, because so what!!! So what if I got 36k right and there's 5k that doesn't quite hit the way I want it to!!! The earth will keep spinning!!!

Anyway, "we got it this time boys" is 3 pages of what is technically kind of an outline for 5 pages of story, and every time I read the header it's in the voice of someone from some black-and-white hardboiled detective noir, which brings me the joy that might be the only reason I feel I've gotten it right in the first place. The outline is all written about as cohesively as it starts:

I think maybe, and gosh haven’t I said this a million times, I just need to stop trying to go that way. Stop trying to go any way. Like always “how do I get them to this moment” instead of “what would they do in this situation.” Unfortunately, the latter requires I connect with them on a level I’m not sure I can right now. But I guess let’s try. Actually let’s go for a walk, I can see the sun setting on the top of the house across the way and it’s lovely. Okay nice, it was lovely. Relaxing, refreshing. Saw a stump that looked like a beaver. Saw a cat. Thought of the opening to something I’m never going to write. So anyway,

It also sort of ends with:

Oh shit came up on an obstacle immediately. [Redacted]. This does not actually open the door for Baz to say something that can incite “[Redacted].” Fuck god okay whoops already going completely back on all I’ve decided and thinking maybe we could keep some of the new exchange I’d written, maybe he does reveal the ugh no stop I hate this. Just figure out a transition to bring in [...], what would Baz say to that other than what I’ve written him saying to that which doesn’t work for what I’m trying to do. I guess it could just be, like…he murmurs incorrigible. Or something. With a raised brow, a la baz. Sure let’s do that, however, I’ve laid down to do this and learned I’m actually quite sleepy, so let’s do it another time. Hopefully I don’t come up on another immediate problem and despair. Just remember not to start combining things and rereading things yet, okay. Please.

This would be alarming if I hadn't already gotten past this point and written the thing. So I'm going to go into editing it with the mindset that nothing substantial shall change and boohoo to me if I want it to, and once that's done we're pretty much home free.

Now tags.

Gonna dip a toe back into being melancholy and wistful about this fandom k, I really do miss it even though I'm the only one keeping me out. You're all my friends even if that is a surprise for you to hear because we haven't talked in months or maybe ever, but I love each and every one of you x

@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy

@bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @mooncello @noblecorgi @alexalexinii

@rimeswithpurple @ivelovedhimthroughworse @basiltonbutliketheherb @whogaveyoupermission @facewithoutheart

@martsonmars @iamamythologicalcreature @run-for-chamo-miles @thewholelemon

@forabeatofadrum @youarenevertooold @ileadacharmedlife @monbons

#remember when this was supposed to be the fun one shot I worked on when I didn't have the energy for other things #ha ha #btw I checked myself #this scene that's been stopping this train on its tracks is 2k #2 k #stopped the whole show #six sentence sunday #my writing

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thingsthatbleedfic · 2 months

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Not sure if I'm supposed to keep this to just asking questions, but I needed to gush and I'm not good at ao3 comment etiquette.

I stumbled across TTB on complete accident after seeing this meme and picked it up just for the heck of it, and BOY WAS I IN FOR A HECK OF A RIDE(R. haha, get it?) OR WHAT? But I felt a little out of place and like an outsider because

I entered the Phandom for the first time exactly 31 days ago and my only knowledge comes from the >5 episodes I watched before I got bored and dropped it years ago (and promptly ejected from my brain), and then fanfiction I have been VIOLENTLY AND CONSISTANTLY CONSUMING LIKE A RABID VACUUM for the last month when I got interested in it again.

I had literally never heard of Alex Rider before this fic.

I like SCP, but all my knowledge comes from a podcast I listen to but they're going numerically and they've only gotten up to SCP-123, oh and and Markiplier.

THAT BEING SAID, I didn't need to worry because this is one of the best fics I've ever read. It has LITERALLY been keeping me up at night staring at the ceiling because I couldn't freaking stop thinking about it.

It stands out in a crowd, and out of the all MANY crossovers I've read in my time, TTB is one of, like, four fics that I can confidently say feel like their own original fiction, one cohesive world that's well blended, each media and character perfectly meshed and interacting with eachother and the lore like they always belonged together.

Deadass, I sent the fic to my sibling immediately after I finished it because I needed someone to scream about it to even though they understand even less of the source material than I, and we've decided to watch the Alex Rider show together and they told me "I'm going to be sad when we watch this and Danny isn't canon".

Fantastic work, massive kudos for making one of the best feels-like-it's-not-a-crossover crossovers. I was hooked by the first few paragraphs, so suspenseful, on the edge of my seat the entire time, and I lost so much sleep and sanity to this masterpiece. Y'all rock.

This ask is SO kind and amazing we all wanted to reply!!! Hope you don't mind!

KEI: omg!!!! this ask was such a delight to get. Ive read this over and over, youre so SO kind. I'm glad youve been able to enjoy TTB even not knowing things about AR or SCP. That was always our goal--we've even had people that know nothing about any of the fandoms read it and enjoy it! Dude. My MOM reads it and was upset when she caught up. I hope you don't still feel like an outsider bc we are SO happy youre here and clearly, anyone is welcome no matter where they're coming from as far as fandom knowledge goes <3 Thank you for reading and giving our niche as fuck crossover a shot !

KKACHI: i'm so glad chance brought you to our little corner of the internet! we're very proud we managed to conceive a seamless blend of the various canons. being sad that danny isn't canon is definitely an emotion we've also felt. please make sure you get enough sleep and we hope you enjoy the next update!!!

FIN: wahhhh!!! thank you so so much. i gotta ditto what the others have said - i'm so glad you can enjoy the fic no matter what. i'm also glad that it's inspired you to also check out some of this funky media very near and dear to our hearts (because of course it is because why else would we be this crazy if it wasn't)

also, i'm always honored and proud to write the kinda fics people lose sleep over KJDGFKJGS cuz god knows i love losing sleep over fics too <3

#anon #asks

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lokidoctorpugs-wenclair-brainrot · 1 year

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Yoko: soooo what y'all wanna do

Enid and Divina: IDK

Wednesday: Enid

Enid: WILLA!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!

Wednesday: WHAT! She said what do you want to do, I want to do you so I responded accordingly

Yoko: Damn girl, you could have at least whispered it

Wednesday: why whisper when I have nothing to hide, in fact, I want to rub it in ajax's face that I slept with his girlfriend before he did, on a side note, Enid isn't interested in you, cause she's gay.

Divina: I need to introduce you to more of the internet.

Everyone: YOU DID WHAT!!!

Divina: oh yeah guess we never told you guys

Wednesday: when you and yoko have sleepovers mi lopa, I was pestered and annoyed enough times to be begrudgingly kidnapped to divinas dorm where with the manipulation she used, which was basically just saying imagine how happy Enid would be. She managed to get me to look through her social media and explore tech like Vr, Video game consoles, Mp3 and 4 players, more modern forms of guns more efficient ways to spread deadly neurotoxin, Along with modern torture devices, and even some cars.

Enid: and she did all of this by using me as a way to manipulate you into doing all that

Wednesday: Yes

Enid: Yeah...we probably need to work on how easily convinced you are to do things if I'm in anyway mentioned cause some day someone's going to 100% use that against you.

Divina: if it's any consolation Enid I was as surprised as you are now, way back when I realized how easy it was lol

Yoko: I'm gonna so get her into coding

Divina: yoko dear pls don't she'll probably just become a god with that type of power

Enid: She's already as hot as one.

Yoko & Divina: WHAT

Enid: WHAT! Who said that, WOW! would ya look at the time gottagonowbye!

#Wenclair #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid x wednesday #incorrect wenclair #wednesday is soft for enid #eniday #wednesday x enid #wednesday and enid #wednesday on netflix #wenclair incorrect quotes

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elliotts-personal-property · 9 months

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I Think I Love You (Joe Elliott x Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all, as promised here's the Joe one shot. Feeling super nervous rn, considering this is the first time I’ve posted my writing on here. I'd love to hear your feedback so I can improve on my writing. I'm open to any and all constructive criticism and encourage it! Anyways… I won't keep stalling for any longer. I hope y’all enjoy this one!!

Warnings: Mentions/references to making out/smut but nothing actually explicit happens.

Ps, if you really want to feel the vibe of this one shot I'd suggest listening to "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family while reading this💗

With love, Kris<3

Sheffield, 1982

I'm sleeping

And right in the middle of a good dream

Like all at once I wake up

The poor guy had been tossing and turning all night.

Joe couldn't get his mind off of you.

Just the thought of you disrupted his sleep.

From something that keeps knocking at my brain

In his eyes you were perfect. You were the only girl in the world he wanted. Of course that also meant you were the one girl, who in his eyes, had got away. The one he could never have. Why? Because you were his best friend.

For months upon months he was stuck in this endless cycle.

It went a little something like this:

He'd think about you so much so that he'd convince himself that he had to go tell you.

Then he'd work up the courage to say it.

He'd find the perfect time to confess but then start to reconsider his choice. He always would hold it back when he decided it wasn't a good idea after all.

He'd then go back to thinking about how perfect of a moment it would've been and mentally kick himself for not saying a thing.

And the cycle would repeat.

It went on and on and on.

Before I go insane

As a result of this, he hadn't had a good nights sleep in a while.

That night was different though.

I hold my pillow to my head

Something had finally snapped.

And spring up in my bed

He had known how he felt for a long time. But he had never actually come to terms with the gravity of it.

Screaming out the words I dread

I think I love you

All at once it hit him like a brick wall. He realized he truly loved you.

On the rare occasion that your best friend felt brave he'd indirectly hint at something more. After a while of not getting any knowing looks from you he just assumed that you were oblivious to all of his side comments. You in fact were not.

After a while you started to get impatient with him.

You wanted to shout it out loud, right in his face, "Dear God Joe just ask me out already!"

Recently those side comments from Joe had stopped. You would've said something to him if he hadn't stopped. But now you weren't even sure if he still cared, or if he had just given up and moved on. It would be stupid to lose your friendship over this. So you stayed quiet just to be safe.

It was a shocker to both you and everyone else how you two hadn't gotten together already.

There were so many signs. It was only a matter of time.

This morning

I woke up with this feeling

I didn't know how to deal with

Another night of restless sleep had gone by. It was worse than usual, so much so that by dawn he had already come up with a plan.

He knew what he had to do. He was going to tell you the only way he could. In the only unique love language he knew, through music.

If he was gonna do it, it had to be big and flashy. Joe wouldn't have it any other way.

He couldn't let his feelings lie dormant anymore. No, he thought, this time will be different. This time I won't back out.

And so I just decided to myself

I'd hide it to myself

And never talk about it

He had kept his feelings to himself for the past few years. Joe wanted to tell you, he really did. But in the back of his mind he worried about ruining the relationship you guys already had.

Joe loved you so much that he was willing to hide his feelings just so you wouldn't walk out on his life. He didn't want to lose you over some feelings he had. Ones that he couldn't guarantee you'd reciprocate. So, he believed it was best to keep it to himself.

And did not go and shout it

When you walked into the room

I think I love you

Joe didn't just think, he knew.

Joe was dead set on what he had to do. He just needed to get a few things sorted. First off was getting the guys on board with it.

Joe gathered his closest friends together. They were less like bandmates and more like brothers to him. He knew they would help him out. All it would take was a bit of convincing.

"Can you please help me out?" Joe pleaded.

He assured them about his plan.

"It's just one, and it'll be real quick."

"Alright, fine," the bassist answered for them all, "What song is it anyways?"

Joe told them his song of choice and they all gave him odd looks.

Sav cocked an eyebrow at the song choice.

"The Partridge Family? Are you serious?"

Phil chimed in, "You really think a band like us should be playing a song like that?"

Steve rested his hand on his head, "Everyone's going to make fun of us."

Joe tried to defend his choice, "You know it can't be that bad. We're playing in a pub for god's sake. It's not like the whole world's gonna be there."

The rest of the guys seemed unconvinced.

"Come on guys, you said you'd help me. Please?"

He kept on.

"Just help a bloke out, alright?"

And on.

"Please I promise I'll never ask for anything ever again."

Rick half-whispered to Sav.

"You know he's never gonna let it up. Not until we say yes at least."

Sav knew he was right. Joe wouldn't stop bugging them until they agreed.

"Okay fine, but it's only one song."

Joe nodded enthusiastically, "Mhm yeah, just one."

It was settled, they would help. Now all that was left was to get you there.

I think I love you

So what am I so afraid of?

The thought of telling you was exciting to him, yet terrifying.

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of

A love there is no cure for

His heart raced as he drove over to your place.

I think I love you

Joe was already cheery about just the thought of you going.

Isn't that what life is made of?

He hadn't felt this excited over something in a long time.

As he pulled onto your street he tapped on the steering wheel. It was due to the mix of both the pure joy of excitement and an ever growing anxious feeling that was building up inside.

Though it worries me to say

That I've never felt this way

Believe me

You really don't have to worry

"You'll be there tomorrow, right?"

"Of course," you answered with a wide smile, "You guys go on at eight, right?"

God he loved your smile. It could light up any room.

He melted just looking at you. Anytime you spoke to him he lost all train of thought.

You snapped your fingers to get his attention.

"Joe?"

"Oh- um, yeah. Eight, we'll be on then."

I only wanna make you happy

After you said yes he began going through that same cycle again. He started doubting his whole plan. Wondering if it would work or not.

There was no way he could back out now though. For the past few days they'd been practicing that song, not stopping until Joe felt satisfied with the final product.

He wondered if you would stick around after all of this.

Would you tell him to "beat it" and move on with your life without him? Or would you stay there by his side?

And if you say, "Hey, go away"

I will

Joe crossed his fingers, hoping for the best outcome possible.

But I think better still

I'd better stay around and love you

He was determined to make sure you stayed.

Do you think I have a case?

Let me ask you to your face

Do you think you love me?

Tomorrow night he'd get the long awaited answer to that question.

I think I love you

You arrived early, wanting to make sure you were right up front. This is what you always did. It was your way of showing Joe you cared. You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the small stage, waiting for them to come out.

Meanwhile Joe was there fixing himself up in their tiny dressing room, (if you could even call it one). It was fairly small. The owner had "renovated" one of their small back rooms into a "dressing room".

He stood in front of the vanity mirror fluffing out the rest of his hair. Joe was doing any and everything in his power to keep his mind off of the plan. He looked at his reflection as he told himself to just smile and hope for the best. Whatever happens happens, it was no longer in his control anymore.

After waiting for what felt like forever the guys finally came out on stage. As Joe got on he stopped in front of you and sent you a quick smile before turning his attention to the other patrons of the bar.

You cheered along the whole time as they went through their usual set list. It didn't matter how many times you'd seen them, you were always captivated by their showmanship.

Time always seemed to fly by whenever you watched them play.

By now you had memorized their set list and were almost sure they were closing out now, having just played Wasted. They always saved it for last and were just about ready to leave.

That was before Joe had something to say.

The cheering in the room died down as Joe placed the mic back in its stand. He adjusted it right to his level, getting ready to speak.

"We have one last song for you all tonight. We're gonna take a little change of pace if that's alright with you."

He took a glance around at his bandmates, giving them all a quick nod before adding on.

"This one goes out to a very special someone. Someone who means the world to me."

His eyes drifted down to the people in the front row, moving one by one until eventually landing onto you.

"This is for you, Y/N."

Taking one last deep breath in he calmed himself before counting the guys in.

All of them started in, "Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba."

You giggled at the ridiculousness of it before fully realizing the gravity of this song.

You knew what it was the second they sung the first line.

You hadn't heard it in such a long time and had practically forgotten about it, forgotten how much you loved it. It was always one of your favorites, and Joe had known that for a while now.

All thoughts completely left your mind when Joe began to sing.

"I'm sleeping,

And right in the middle of a good dream,

Like all at once I wake up,

From something that keeps knocking at my brain,

Before I go insane,

I hold a pillow to my head,

And spring up in my bed,

Screaming out the words I dread."

The rest of the guys joined in on the next line.

"I think I love you!”

This was his confession.

His eyes couldn't help but drift towards you.

"I think I love you."

While preforming Joe tried to keep his attention with the rest of the audience equal, but he kept on letting his eyes go back to you, like some sort of magnet that couldn't be pulled apart.

If him dedicating this song to you wasn't the most obvious thing, you'd say his looks alone were enough to tell you that this was for you.

You couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at your lips. Your cheeks started to feel sore from the excessive smiling.

"So what am I so afraid of?"

Every time his eyes caught yours you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for."

Joe really did care about you, deep down inside he did, he always did.

Soon the song came to a close with their repeated "I think I love you's" becoming more and more quiet as they faded off.

They all came front and center, taking a short bow together as the crowd in the bar cheered them on.

The girl next to you had to have already been out of it.

"You're a lucky girl, huh?" she practically yelled into your ear. You couldn't blame her though, she was standing directly in front of an amplifier the whole time.

It snapped you out of the trance you seemed to have slipped into.

"Oh-uh yeah," you smiled.

"Look," she said, swinging her arm to point at the guys in front of you.

The rest of them were making their way off, leaving through the stage left.

Joe was the last one still up there.

You stayed staring at him in disbelief, not even knowing what to do. He had finally said it... or well sung it, same difference. What was there you could do?

He tilted his head to your right gesturing off to the side of the stage, to what you only could assume led to their dressing room.

He flashed you a quick smile before sending a subtle wink your way.

If it was anybody else, you'd say you were surprised by their actions, but for Joe? Well that's a different story.

With both of her hands the girl next to you latched onto your arm.

"Ooh looks like someone's gettin' some action tonight!"

Your cheeks flushed red and you prayed to god no one else heard.

Immediately you turned to Joe, hoping he hadn't heard the girl's remark.

His eyes darted away from you. Before Joe left you saw him trying to suppress his chuckling, but ultimately failing. His smug smile was the last thing you saw as he walked off the stage.

Of course he had to have heard it, why wouldn’t he?

The girl let go of you when you told her you had to leave. She told you something along the lines of, "Have fun tonight!" before you left.

You went around the corner finding the door that you guessed led backstage. The door was locked from the inside and there was no way of getting in. You didn't worry though, knowing that the guys would come out soon enough.

After a couple minutes of waiting by the door an ecstatic Rick swung it open. The rest of the guys shuffled their way out, but with their lead nowhere in sight.

You turned your attention towards the last member to come out.

"Is he?"

"Third door to the right," Sav answered before you could even finish asking your question.

"Thanks."

He gave you a warm smile, still holding the door open for you, letting you slip through to the back hallway.

"See you in a bit," he said, letting the door shut behind you.

Even though there was no reason to, you counted to yourself as you passed by each of the doors.

One...

Two...

You felt your heart race as you got closer to the last one.

...Three

You stood there for a moment trying to see if you could hear anything on the other side. You didn't and knew it was time to stop stalling.

After taking a deep breath to compose yourself you rested your hand on the cool doorknob.

Here goes nothing.

You slowly opened the door as quietly as you could and after shutting it watched the scene play out before you.

He stood there in front of a vanity mirror facing away from you. He hadn't noticed you but you could see his face clear as day through the reflection.

Joe was humming a tune while brushing his hair. You immediately recognized what song it was.

He was humming the one he had just played. His tone was full of pure joy.

Once he was done he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to shape it some more.

The man in front of you looked fine already but seemed to be getting ready for something more.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt before picking up a small bottle of cologne. Adding just a spray to his neck and one to his wrist before turning around.

Joe's humming abruptly stopped and his eyes widened.

"Oh… you're here?"

You'd been caught staring.

At this point any embarrassment that you could have had got washed away whenever he decided to dedicate that song to you.

"Sorry, I-"

"Don't be," he cut you off.

He set the bottle down and slowly approached you, seeming to take his time with it.

You watched carefully as he took every painfully slow step.

You didn't know where to start, but knew you had to say something.

"You guys were great."

"Thank you."

You had to bring it up, you couldn't bare to wait any longer.

"That song you played. Did you?"

You stopped, taking a quick glance around, noting that it was just the two of you in the room, before finishing.

"Did you really mean that?"

His gaze softened at the question.

"Yes."

He paused before stepping closer, leaving barely any room between the two of you.

"I meant every word of it."

Your heart sped up with every word he spoke.

"Y/N I mean it."

His hand moved up to tuck the loose hair behind your ear.

"I think I love you."

You had been longing to hear those words for such a long time. Never in your lifetime did you think it would happen, but it finally did.

He said that to you, and you only.

After all this time, you heard those three words you loved the most.

"I love you."

His hand moved down to cup the side of your face. You lightly nudged your face against his warm palm. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, wanting to smell more of the cologne that rested on his wrist.

When you opened your eyes his hand moved down to carefully tilt your chin up.

Your eyes faced him now.

"I love you too."

This was the moment. The moment you waited forever for.

Heart racing and eyes wide you both slowly drew in closer. It felt like the longest seconds of your life, waiting for him to connect with you.

You looked into his emerald green eyes before letting yours flutter closed.

Soon enough you felt the feather light touch on your lips. It felt like heaven to you.

You brought one hand up, letting you fingers run through his light brown hair.

You felt Joe's other hand reach down to the small of your back, gently pulling you closer into him.

All you could do now was relax your body and take in the overwhelming smell of his cologne.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you finally pulled away from one another. You already missed the feeling of his soft lips on yours.

You refused to back up from him, leaving hardly any gap between you two.

His warm breath fell on your lips as he mumbled, "You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Me too."

Joe's hands dropped down and his fingers latched onto the belt loops of your jeans before lightly tugging at them, pulling you closer.

Your hips were pulled forward and you lightly bumped against him before falling back and resting mere inches from him.

Joe's eyes quickly scanned over your face as if he was looking for a cue of some sort.

Though you had never seen this look on him before, you knew exactly what it meant.

"Please Y/N."

That short plea was more than enough to get you going.

Your arms almost instinctively wrapped around his neck, letting him know you were okay with it.

"Come on," he said, slightly lowering himself to reach the back of your legs. He lifted you up and stepped back to sit in the armchair placed in front of the mirror

Your legs were pinned close on either side of him, resting between his outer thighs and the arms of the chair.

Without warning the two of you crashed into each other once more, desperate for each other's touch.

He hummed into the kiss, making you relish in the feeling he gave you.

You didn't know exactly how much time had gone by, but you knew a decent amount had passed.

Slowly, you drew away from his neck and let out a shaky breath, still wanting more. It had now been a little while since you first got in there and you knew it would only be a matter of seconds until someone barged in looking for two of you.

Your eye contact with him continued as you calmed your breathing.

Lightly pushing yourself away, resting your hands on his stomach, you finally spoke up.

"We should go. They're pry wondering what's taking so long."

Joe thought about it for a second. Seemingly weighing the pros and cons of both staying and going.

"Who cares? Let 'em wonder."

You planted one last quick kiss before making an offer.

"How about later, yeah?"

A wicked smile spread across his face, already thinking of what was to come, "Yeah."

You pulled yourself off of him and tried to fix the newfound wrinkles in your clothes. After getting up he did the same and you stayed there fixing yourselves up.

Just as the two of you were about to walk out you stopped him.

"Wait."

He turned to you.

"You’ve got a little…," you trailed off as you brought your thumb up to the corner of his mouth.

"Something," you finished as you wiped the last bit of red lipstick off of him.

Feeling content with how the two of you looked, you set off out of the dressing room and back down the hallway.

He held the door open for you and led you out into the main room.

You both scanned your eyes around the bar floor trying to find the guys.

Joe grabbed onto your hand and held on as he guided you through the crowd. He led you over to the round booth where they were all seated. As you approached the booth he gave your hand a light squeeze before letting go.

It took only one glance at the you two for the teasing to start.

"Woah!" Phil exclaimed, "What happened in there?"

"Nothing," Joe replied making his best attempt at a deadpan tone.

"You sure about that?"

The rest joined in on by adding "ooohs," sounding exactly like a group of kids in elementary who just found out one of their classmates was called into the principals office.

This was only the beginning of the never ending teasing that was to come.

Phil raised his eyebrows, "Just couldn't wait until you got home, huh?"

Joe rolled his eyes at his bandmates teasing.

Sure you had been gone for a bit, but you knew there had to have been something else causing their reactions.

You looked between yourself and Joe quickly noticing the culprit.

Though you had made sure to get all your lipstick off his face you forgot to check the collar of his shirt. The sloppy kisses had caused you to completely miss his neck in some spots and just get his shirt. The shirt in question being a white one didn't help your case.

There was no sense in trying to rub it off now, and not like you could anyways.

Rick and Sav scooted around to make room for you and Joe.

As you sat down you both noticed all the other guys were already starting their night off with their drinks in hand.

Joe looked around at each and every one of them, "You started without us, aye?”

"We waited for a little while, but you guys took too long," Sav replied.

Joe turned to face you, "How 'bout a round?"

You smiled, "Sure."

Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you liked it💗

#joe elliott x reader #def leppard x reader #works by elliotts-personal-property #kris’ writing #joe elliott fanfiction #def leppard fanfiction #joe elliott #def leppard

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picture one breanna: we finally made it! no bears neither! lucien: that's good. glad y'all are having fun.

picture two lucien: sorry we couldn't make it. breanna: it's okay, i understand! poor bonnie probably don't wanna waddle around the woods.

picture three breanna: y'know, when i was pregnant with y'all, i don't think i left the house, not even once. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] mostly, you slept. breanna: no shit, huh? that sounds right.

picture four breanna: the kids are having fun though! ilya said he's disappointed he ain't seen no bears—he's so rascally! lucien: they're hibernating, this time of the year.

picture five breanna: really? you're just like your papa, lu, you know all kinds of things. maybe when the baby's here we can go to the beach! does bonnie like the beach?

picture six breanna: where's bonnie?! is she around? i wanna talk to her! bonnie: hi, mrs. brie. breanna: hi bonnie! i miss you! we all miss you! bonnie: t-thank you.

picture seven breanna: next time we go on vacation, i'm taking you with us! we can hang out, and i'll make vlad watch the baby, so don't even worry about that! vladislaus: volunteering my time again, are you, my dear? breanna: yes, but it's a good cause this time, promise! vladislaus: hmm.

picture eight breanna: so whatcha doing? bonnie: playing with the cats. breanna: aww, i'm jealous! lucien: don't be, they stink. y'all got any plans for tonight? breanna: i'm gonna drink so much beer! lucien: nice, ma.

picture nine bonnie: [ sighs ] now i'm jealous. breanna: don't be! it tastes like shit! you want a beer, vladdy? vladislaus: i am okay. breanna: aww, you sure? vladislaus: indeed. try not to become too inebriated, my love.

picture ten breanna: ha! me? no way! never! hey, bonnie, after you give birth, i'm gonna give you the biggest bottle of wine i got, promise! bonnie: thank you. that would be nice.

picture eleven breanna: hey, bonnie, do you smoke? after the baby's here, you wanna blow down? bonnie: no, ma'am, i don't smoke. lucien: could you please try not to drug my wife, ma?

picture twelve breanna: aww, don't say it like that! you make it sound so bad. lucien: uhuh. so, did gen, carlile, and nikolai come with y'all?

picture thirteen breanna: oh, nope, just the twins and ilya. annie and klaus brought some of their friends too! i like them, they're nice, especially that tall boy. vladislaus: the loud one needs to mind himself. breanna: who, vaughn? i think he's nice! vladislaus: he is a nuisance. breanna: all teenage boys are!

picture fourteen lucien: sounds like fun. y'all gonna cook tonight? vladislaus: I am cooking, yes. breanna: yeah! we got a buncha food for the weekend! y'all are all so pciky. dunno where you get it from! [ laughs ] vladislaus: indeed, i cannot imagine where our children have acquired such a trait, my love.

picture fifteen breanna: [ laughs harder ] i know! crazy, huh! i'm gonna go help your dad cook—actually, i might call nikolai. have you talked to him any? lucien: nope. breanna: he don't never pick up his phone! lucien: text him, he'll get back to you in three to five business days. breanna: ha! good one!

picture sixteen breanna: oh, you know what! i gotta text carlile back! i ain't never replied! lucien: sounds good, ma. breanna: okay, bye for real this time! love y'all! lucien: love you too. bye. [ hangs up ] god, she talks forever.

picture seventeen bonnie: i like your mom. she's nice. lucien: yeah, makes it impossible to hang up though. did you do anything fun today? bonnie: no. not really.

picture eighteen lucien: did you talk to your internet friends? bonnie: i don't talk to them anymore. lucien: why not? bonnie: [ shrugs ] lucien: there's a writing circle at the community college, you should go.

picture nineteen bonnie: ...i don't know. lucien: you'd have a lot of fun, i'm sure, and you could make some friends too.

picture twenty bonnie: ...maybe. lucien: yeah? bonnie: [ nods ] mmhmm.

picture twenty-one bonnie: i'm tired. i'm gonna take a nap. lucien: oh. okay. ...are you feeling alright? bonnie: mmhmm. lucien: okay... sleep well. bonnie: [ yawns ] thank you.

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tr4sh-u · 3 months

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My best friend and i recently had a sleepover and stuff and we decided to rewatch from ep 22-camp arc+fnafhs s2+watch fhs z3ro 4 the first time and DEAR GOD.

it showed me how fucking much i forgot some of the characters acted like and jesus christ, i've been blinded fully by my interpretations and my au because MAN did i end up fucking hating each fucking Meg scene. I tried having so much pity for her but once i got to rewatch the whole Toddy introduction to the toys i wanted so bad to pull those cotton candy emo hairs out of her skull.

First of all, she doesn't care jack shit about Bon and that makes me FURIOUS because he's her friend and although their relationship is just friendly, they should totally and FULLY have a deeper bond than just her talking to him sometimes and joking about his disaventures instead of helping him. FOR FUCKS SAKE HE GOT ATTACKED BY A BEAR AND MEG DIDN'T SAY JACK SHIT.

Meg cares more about some stupid competition and band than HER OWN FRIEND, and that fucking bothers me because the toys are supposed to be a band that at the same time is a supportive friend group who are there for eachother in tough times. How am i supposed to believe Meg cares about Bon when it feels like she has a knack for seeing the poor guy suffer?.

Also Joy for some reason also feels like she's bad but in a sense she's an enabler and altough supportive she still has the bad actitude though more subtle. idk if y'all get my point

it's like maybe a the other dad situation or maybe blue diamond type situation (kinda rusty w/ su i haven't watched it in a LONG time)

She's more subtle in a sense she doesn't show care about what happens to Bon physically and doesn't really do shit about Meg's behaviour, she totally understands Bon situation and ofc she's an amazing friend for Bon, but like still, when it comes to Meg it's like all that platonic love and support for Bon disappears and doesn't do anything about Meg, or even Toddy.

Yeah i know Toddy appeared bratty on her introduction to the band, but realise Joy literally said she doesn't mind her and even wanted her to stay, but as soon as Meg says "nah i hate this girl who i barely know just because she has a bad actitud (speak for YOURSELF) and doesn't play any instruments" Joy gets shut down and doesn't say jack shit??? Even though after Meg said that Bon was practically on HIS KNEES telling Meg to PLEASE include Toddy into the band, wouldn't idk Joy join Bon on his cause, like why doesn't she do anything about that and just watch?

I know i sound like a mad man who over analyses everything and i know i'm taking too seriously that scene, but seriously, Meg was really in the wrong for that and it never gets recalled afterwards or even slightly fixed, and Joy should've stood up more for Bon and Toddy as she would've probably very easily noticed how desperately Bon wanted Toddy to be included.

And don't even get me STARTED on the whole headphones thing, oh Meg it's over for you, you better lock those doors in that tax evasion house of yours, because once i catch you i'm getting you locked up in my basement and forcing you to crunch and mass produce art pieces and comics that i would later post as mine.

#fnafhs #fhsz3r0 #fhszero #fhs #this was in my drafts for a long while lol

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kyros-tha-soldier · 10 months

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CHAPTER 1011 spoilers

I'm back after two weeks of having stupid painful eyesore! Still not fully healed but lasik generally takes a while to heal, oh well... into the SPOILERS!

🌟The chapter's title is "Dear bonney", it's a reference to the letters Kuma has been sending to lil Bonney, but what about those letters? Are they important? Welp, let's see the rest of the spoilers and we'll understand more

🌟colorspread contains all the vegapunks!

🌟so, the chapter starts with A flashback INSIDE the flashback, with Kuma remembering how once he and Dragon were on goa and Kuma curiously asks Dragon abot why he knows a lot about Goa, and why does he always keep his eyes on one boy (the boy of course being our precious luffy)

🌟Dragon sternly answers "keep talking if you wanna die" (this might be a mistranslation since i heard somewhere else he said "if you want to kill me then keep talking" maybe as a way to show that the topic Kuma was talking about is too sensitive and dangerous Dragon) and honestly this felt so out of character for dragon to say to his comrade like...

Isn't he already on your team?

🌟Dragon drops s hot line to clear his "fraud dad" allegations and says "a child is a parent's weakness", strong enough that poor Kuma apologized and stopped talking

🌟mini flashback ends with Kuma entering mount Kolumbo and observes a 16 years old luffy practicing. He gets a call on his den den mushi and luffy ends up hearing it ring, and before he tries to check, we find that Kuma has already left. Luffy just shrugs it off as some very strong animal and continues on his shenanigans

🌟 the call was frim the world government about a merchant ship getting attacked by pirates. So basically they told him to give those pirates hell because that's basically his job as a warlord

🌟throughout the chapter kuma is writing bonney letters, he is narrating them and talks about how much he loves her, how much he cares for her and all the great and amazing things he saw while traveling and how bad he wants to travel with her.

h-he's so pure, my god he's such a gentle daddy! GOD ODA STOP GIVING YOUR TOUGHEST BATTLES TO YOUR MOST LOVING DADS/MOMS

🌟 however unfortunately for our favorite bearguy priest, his letters never reached Bonney since the nurse lady alpha, would get rid of them so Bonney won't read them because well... duh they might contain some sensitive info, and since they're trying to make this whole ordeal a secret away from bonney, she makes sure no letters arrive.

🌟Luckily, Bonney has queen connie on her side, and her being the amazing granny she is she tells bonney not to show her abilities to any of the cipher pol agents, saying that "a smart hawk must always hide it's claws!"

🌟 Kuma visits Vegapunk's lab for more pacifista stuff and meets stussy (the clone that was made three years ago) and she sarcastically tells him "i wonder who's more unfortunate, a human with no consciousness or a clone with consciousness" Vegapunk (now with the apple head) reprimands her and tells her that she's indeed a human...

But like

CUT MY MAN KUMA SOME FUCKING SLACK!!! Y'ALL BETTER START TREATING HIM RIGHT!!!!

🌟 Vegapunk explains to Kuma that his transformation will be complete soon in one year, and until then he won't have a single emotion or thought left.

🌟 we see Kuma helping the revolutionary army, however he's a lot more silent now since he has reached a point where the modifications have become a lot more radical. Dragon and the others sense that something isn't right with Kuma

🌟we go back to sorbet island where Bonney is celebrating her ninth birthday, she still didn't receive a single letter from the ones Kuma had sent her. Bonney is now 100% healed but Alpha won't let her out until she reaches her 10th birthday since that's what the deal with Kuma was about

🌟 however our precious and beautiful Qweenie, granny connie, tells Bonney that she heard from a local town bar that alpha and her "staff" aren't actually medical staff and are in fact world government agents. They realize how bad is the situation and the people of Sorbet as well as Connie prepare for Bonney's escape. They bring a pizza themed ship, Gyogyo, poteto and Totsu (the three guys we always see in Bonney's crew) embark with her to go find Kuma, and Connie switch clothes with Bonney.

🌟 however, alpha and her team find out about this and follow bonney. Alpha is using geppou and threatens bonney that if she doesn't come back she will beat her up and lock her up (way to be such a scum to beat a child)!

🌟 just then, Bonney imagines one of the instances where Kuma talks to her about Nika and she asks him what he looks like and he tells her he doesn't really know but his body is rubbery.

🌟 bonney uses her toshi toshi ability and warps herself into Nika, delivering a FAT punch right to the jaw of Alpha (that looked like a really painful punch in the panel)

AAAAAAAND that's all folks!

#Please give me tips on how to not rub my eyes when they itch after a surgery #One piece #One piece manga #One piece spoilers #One piece manga spoiler #One piece chapter 1011 #Chapter 1011 #One piece spoilers chapter 1011 #One piece spoiler #Kuma #Bartholomew kuma #Jewelry bonney #This chapter is looking Lit #Monkey d dragon #Monkey d luffy

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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relinquish the crown outtake: too precious to sacrifice

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: before the main story, a few days after 'a trinket'

Summary: At the banquet to celebrate the Summer Solstice, you're made aware of a painful betrayal, and your hand is forced to end a long-term friendship

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 5.9k (y'all better buckle up. get a drink…maybe some snacks)

Warnings (trust me you need these): themes of incest (he's adopted but still); talks of execution & torture; a lot of angst

Things to be aware of: Reader is still oblivious

"You look enchanting in your gown, Daughter," your mother, Lady Sif, remarked as she looked over your wardrobe for the banquet tonight. She lightly touched the necklace you chose to accompany the cream-colored silk strapless gown, the pearls matching the shade of your dress so perfectly it was as if you were styled by the gods themselves. "Your necklace…it's beautiful, dear Y/N. Where ever did you get it?"

"Midgard," you answered plainly. "They have some exquisite jewelers in that realm, Mother. We should pay a visit there one day, see their creations."

"I did not know you had a suitor who went all the way to Midgard to procure you jewelry," she said in awe. "Tell me about him."

"Suitor?" You snorted at your mother's line of thinking. "Mother this was not from a suitor, this was from Loki," you laughed. "He went to Midgard after his latest trip to Niflheim."

There was an uneasy feeling in Sif's heart as she weighed your words. Loki had never been the kind to bring home souvenirs, let alone gifts. She had never even seen him bestow anything resembling a token of appreciation to the lovers he had taken on in their youth. This behavior of his was foreign to your mother, and it didn't sit right with her.

"It's funny," you continued. "When he first showed me this I thought he'd gotten it for Astrid. She expressed such interest in courting him and I thought--well, never mind what I thought, it turned out not to be the case." You chuckled, and it sounded so innocent as you'd finished your sentence.

Truly Sif wished to not color Loki's actions in her head with any trace of malice, for surely the intentions were not as lewd as the implications that her mind was conjuring. Perhaps he only wished to make up for the centuries worth of time lost with you. And besides, he'd mentioned that he was still searching for the person that his heart would yearn for, the one he would find ways to move the very realms for, when he'd first returned to Asgard a few years ago.

Unless…he'd already found her. And she was about to enter the banquet celebrating the Summer Soltice wearing his color around her neck.

No. Impossible. There were lines he would not cross. The rumors that had spread throughout the centuries, the millennia, were untrue. They all knew it in their bones; people just needed a figure to turn into a lech, and he was too absent to defend himself. Hence the rumors of fathering Hela. The rumors of fathering a horse. When in truth he was careful, and meticulous, in choosing his lovers.

Was it possible that that level of care and scrupulousness led him to you?

She shook her head in disgust at herself for even thinking that way. He was her brother now, too. Family. And family did not dare to think so horrifically of one another the way her thoughts just led her to.

"Well," she spoke once she found her voice again, placing her hands on your shoulders. "Your uncle has impeccable taste. It becomes you."

You gave her a smile and told her you'd see her at the banquet. When she exited your room, she ran into the very person putting a portion of her mind at a state of unrest.

"Loki, just the prince I was looking for," she called to him.

"Good afternoon to you, too, Sif." His face stayed stoic as ever, but his eyes flickered just by a fraction of a second to your chamber doors. Just long enough to warrant your mother narrowing her eyes at him.

"Brother," she started through nearly gritted teeth. "I'm positive that I am imagining things, but on the off chance that I am not…" She placed her hands firmly on his upper arms, grabbing harshly. "If you do anything to hurt Y/N, there will be nothing left of you for my husband to grieve. Are we clear?"

"I've no intentions of hurting her, Sif. You have my word," he choked out, everything in him tensing under Sif's grip.

"Good. Then we're clear. I suppose I'll see you at the banquet." With that, your mother walked away, her concerns dissipating. But her suspicions of Loki's intentions remained.

When you walked into the grand ballroom within the palace, the place was bustling with citizens of Asgard and guests alike. People were dancing, mingling, nibbling on tiny sandwiches and various forms of fruits and cheeses. You spotted your parents with ease, giving them a little wave, as well as the Warriors Three not far off.

Fandral gave you a little salute, Hogun a small raise of his hand, and Volstagg giving you a close-lipped smile as he chewed through a significantly larger sandwich.

As you looked through the ballroom, you caught sight of your friends, Halley and Narda, by the table holding beverages, and they were waving you over. While you made your way to them, your eyes were drawn to a small gathering of women not far from your friends, giggling and--Norns, were some of them twirling their hair? Like the Midgardian adolescents?

The recipient of their attentions, you discovered, was Loki. When your eyes met his he greeted you with a bright smile, which you returned with a playful smirk and a raise of your eyebrow as you subtly nodded toward his group of admirers. When you reached your friends, they enveloped you in a warm embrace. "You're absolutely stunning, Your Highness!" Narda exclaimed, her fingers daintily tracing along the necklace. "And your jewelry is otherworldly! Truly befitting of royalty," she giggled. "Where did you get it?"

"Midgard," you answered, both their eyes widening at the answer. "It was a gift."

"An admirer with exquisite taste?" Halley squealed. "Perhaps he can make his intentions known? And perhaps he has some friends?"

"Halley, behave yourself," you chuckled. "It wasn't an admirer, it was Loki."

"Oh," Narda sighed. "Well, at least Astrid wasn't around to hear that. She's still sullen over his declining."

You noted your friend's absence. "Where is our dear Astrid anyway?" They motioned toward the admirers surrounding Loki. "Ah. I see. Well we must credit her persistence. She has it in abundance, it seems." You and your friends chuckled at your words.

"It's just such a shame that you're no longer a named heir for the throne. You would make such an excellent King," you heard Astrid's voice echo in your head, followed by agreements from ladies that were too far away for you to hear.

What in the Nine Realms?

"Y/N, darling. Don't be alarmed. It's just me. I believe you've the right to hear this," Loki's voice now floated in your mind. How was he doing this?

"I mean, Your Highness," you heard Astrid continue. "In order for you to become a named heir once more, it would mean that the current heir would have to surrender her place on the line of succession. Or…something unfortunate were to befall her." Your heart dropped at your friends words. Was she honestly suggesting that she wished for Loki to take your place in the line of succession through something so…tragic?

"The Princess is a very intelligent woman, and I have no doubt she will be an excellent Queen when the time comes," you heard Loki answer them. A small smile appeared on your face as you heard his confidence in you delivered in his tone.

"But you would be much better. Especially if you were to have an…equally excellent Queen by your side." She truly was persistent, wasn't she? "If only there were a way to restore your position. Perhaps you could persuade Y/N to relinquish her position. Or perhaps…"

And then you heard Loki once more. "Y/N, this woman is no friend of yours."

You'd decided you've heard enough, and walked toward the admirers, toward the two-faced lady in waiting.

There were no words to properly articulate how abhorrent the suggestion being given to Loki was, but there was a word he could use to describe how he felt at this moment: nauseated. For anyone to ever think he had it in himself to harm you, over something so trivial as a title and power? Over anything, truly.

To betray you? He would rather suffer for the rest of his life than betray you.

He knew that it was a perverse invasion of privacy to breach into your mind the way that he did, but he needed to find a way to inform you of the offensive suggestions being given to him. A way to make you aware of the alliances of the people who dared call themselves a friend to your face. He would apologize for it later; it was more imperative that this information would not escape you.

He suppressed a smile as he watched you from your place at the drinks table, straightening your posture and squaring your shoulders, as you made your way over to them.

Loki had known from how you handled the would-be assassin from the morning you'd been introduced that you had a rage inside of you that burned almost as intensely as his. He had no doubt that despite your history with his mother's lady in waiting, you were going to set her straight. By force, if you must.

What he wasn't prepared for, however, was your voice.

"Perhaps what, Astrid?" Your words echoed throughout the ballroom, demanding — no, taking — the attention of everyone in attendance.

Astrid looked unfazed by your tone, a forced smile finding itself on her face as she turned to face you. "Princess! What ever do you mean?"

An all-knowing smirk graced your features as you imitated her voice with an astounding accuracy. "Perhaps you could persuade Y/N to relinquish her position." He noted how her body stilled, as if she had frozen over. "Or perhaps…so continue, Astrid. Perhaps, what? Because surely you did not mean to imply that perhaps I could meet an unfortunate end so that Loki would take my place in the line of succession, did you?"

"Y/N, how absolutely naughty of you," she teased. "Listening in on conversations that do not concern you. How ever did you hear us anyway?"

A derisive look entered your eyes. "Let's say I have my ways. You'll find that those loyal to me are quite…creative, in their ways to keep me informed." His heart swelled at your faith in him, at how confidently you spoke of his loyalty to you.

And then he heard your voice in his mind. "I am to do something you might think reckless. Scold me about it later, but for now, all you need to do is act truthfully." Fear settled in his stomach. What were you up to?

"Well I can assure you, Your Highness, it was all a spot of fun," she cooed at you. "I meant no malice, my friend." Her lies were so blatant, the god could nearly taste them, and it nauseated him.

"Well perhaps it's wise for you to leave the 'spots of fun' to those knowledgeable in the difference between mischief and treason. Such as Prince Loki. Such as myself."

"Treason?" Her voice had raised an octave, grating on his ears. "Your Highness, I assure you—" You held your hand up to stop her from talking.

Then you turned to face him, tilting your head. "Do you want it?" Did he want what? He wanted many things involving you, most of them involving closed doors and a silencing enchantment, the remainder being his desire to roam the streets of Asgard hand in hand with you. To explore the Nine Realms with you by his side.

"Sorry, darling, you'll have to be more specific," he bantered with you. "It's quite the open-ended question you've presented me."

Your smirk once again had him wishing he could simply pull you in and kiss you, that it could be that simple, and you would simply be his already. "Do you want my place in the line of succession?"

So that was what you meant by something reckless. "My dear," he started with a tone of caution. "Who wouldn't want the chance to rule?"

You tilted your head once more. "So then take it." You walked up to him, hands behind your back and looking up at him with big doe-like eyes. Norns, he wanted to kiss you. Desperately. "I'm right here, Loki. I'm the only thing standing in the way of you claiming a secure spot in the line of succession for the throne of Asgard and the Nine Realms. If you want it…" A borderline sadistic smile colored your face. "…then you'll have to kill me. Because I refuse to surrender."

What are you up to, little Princess? he thought to himself. His breath caught in his throat as you stepped even closer to him. So close he was sure you could see his pulse erratically beating against the skin of his throat. "Y/N, darling…"

"Shall I make it easier for you?" you whispered. He held on to the memory of how your voice sounded in this precise moment, storing it for nights ahead when he wished you would whisper more tawdry thoughts. In bed.

You eyed the dagger that he displayed in a holster by his hip, and fear sunk in to him. Please don't do what I think you're about to do. But you did.

In a flurry of movements, you grabbed hold of and unsheathed his dagger, he grabbed hold of your hand, and you twisted yourself into a position in his arms, dagger held to your throat, his hand firmly over yours, trying desperately to hold your hand away from your body. "Y/N, stop this," he hissed into your ear.

"Do it," you said loudly, for everyone around you to hear. "If you truly wish to rule you have to make some sacrifices, my Prince." You started to squirm your body in a way that would bring the dagger closer to your neck, so he wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you against him, keeping you steady.

"I will not harm you, Y/N. I could never," he whispered. He spoke the truth. The thought of you harmed by his own hand was enough to turn him inside out. The throne was not worth losing you over. He loved you too much.

Fuck. There it was. Those words. The very ones he tried so hard to squash every time his mind wandered to the life he wanted you both to have so desperately. He loved you, and not in the way that he should. Not in the way of family.

Loki was in love with you. You and your reckless little self with a death wish, pointing his dagger at your own throat to make a show in front of the backstabbing lady in waiting you'd once called your friend.

"Your life is too steep of a price to pay for a crown, darling Y/N. You're too precious," he said loud enough for them all to hear. "If you doubt my loyalty, Princess, then I have clearly not done enough to prove myself."

"No I know you wouldn't harm me," you announced to the crowd as you released yourself from his admittedly dangerous embrace. And then he watched as you looked directly into Astrid's now wide-set eyes. "But she needed to see. Because now you see, Lady Astrid, that your way to the crown would not be through seducing your way into Loki's bed and convincing him to turn on me. You sorely underestimated his fealty to me. And hilariously overestimated mine to you."

"Your Highness, please." Her tone was different now, approaching her next words with caution rather than flippantly letting them loose as she did earlier. "I swear to you I meant no malice."

"Daughter, explain to me now what is the meaning of all this ruckus??" your father's voice boomed from behind the two of you as he grabbed hold of your shoulders. "Is it true the whispers that I heard? Did Loki have an attempt on your life??"

"I told you if you did anything to hurt my daughter--"

"MOTHER. FATHER." You shrugged off Thor's grip on you and held your hands up, standing in between your parents and Loki. "Please, I implore you to desist. Now." They took a step back. "Any whispers that you might have heard is entirely my doing. I was safe the whole time."

"Technically you weren't, Princess, since that was still a sharpened dagger you chose to--"

"Not now, Loki," you commanded, holding a finger up in his direction.

"Y/N, if you are lying to protect him, I will hang him myself," your mother threatened.

"And if either of you make a move against him before I am even given the chance to fully explain, then you will have to go through me to do so," you bit back in an equally threatening tone. "Believe me when I say that the only witting party in this entire charade was me. He had no clue what my plans were."

"She didn't even give me a moment to prepare, all she said was she was going to do something reckless," he offered, earning glares from your parents.

"No," you protested him. "I said I was going to do something you might think reckless. And before you say anything in comment about said reckless thing, I also said you can scold me about it later. Later hasn't come yet." You faced your parents once more. "I took his dagger. I pointed the dagger to my throat. All he was doing was trying to stop me from hurting myself. It painted the exact image that I needed people to see."

"But, Granddaughter, why would you do such a thing?" his mother spoke up, walking to the middle of you and your parents, taking position of mediator. "What could have compelled you to act so dangerously?"

You took a breath. "Lady Astrid tried to convince Loki to kill me so that he could take my place as Father's named heir. I simply pulled this entire charade to demonstrate to her that that was an exercise in futility."

"My Queen, please, that is simply untrue. She's clearly conspiring with the God of Lies to concoct this heinous story against me," Astrid lied through her teeth, sounding as if she was on the verge of tears. Your parents hateful glares moved to your former friend.

You placed your hand on Loki's arm to call his attention to you. As if you even had to; it never left. "You can cast illusions, correct?" He nodded at you. "Can you project a memory? Into someone's mind?"

"In theory. I've never had to do it but I believe it can be done."

"Then project what transpired tonight. To Grandmother. She's all you need to convince." He stepped toward his mother, who gave him a knowing look, and then closed her eyes, signaling her consent to let him project the memories.

"Y/N--"

You took one of his hands into yours, giving him a reaffirming squeeze. "You can do this. I believe in you." His heart swelled at the faith you had in him once more, and he took a deep breath and touched the tips of his fingers to his mother's temples.

A few moments passed, and she let out a gasp, opening her eyes and turning to your parents. "She speaks the truth. Loki was unwitting in her plans. This one was implying that he could become your named heir if something were to happen to Y/N." She faced Astrid. "You will explain your actions, but first…" Then she turned to face Loki. "My son, the way you chose to convey your message was a breach into Y/N's mind, an invasion of her privacy--"

"He had my consent, Grandmother, it's alright." The god tried to keep his expression unchanged as he heard you lie so smoothly. "We've conversed this way before. This is no matter of concern, I assure you."

"If you insist, Granddaughter." She turned to face her lady in waiting again. "Lady Astrid, explain yourself."

"The remarks were simply made in jest, My Queen."

"And yet earlier you opted to perjure yourself? Were you dependent on my inability to uncover the truth, child?" The Queen gave you a look and nodded in your direction, and you took that as your cue to step forward and overtake the impromptu trial.

"No! No, Your Majesty, I swear upon my life--"

"Ooh, don't go swearing on anything so flippantly, Astrid," you cooed, mimicking her tone from earlier. From when she underestimated your retaliations. "After all, your life might actually be on the line tonight."

Stop thinking about her using that voice in the bedroom, Loki scolded himself. Now was not the time for his imagination to indulge in conjuring up what fantasies will keep him company for tonight. Not in the presence of your family, the one you shared with him, but not truly. Not by blood. But by bond? By bond, absolutely.

"Princess, truly, it was meant in jest, all of it!"

"Even the part where we're supposedly conspiring to concoct this heinous story against you?" you bit back, making her go pale. She wasn't getting out of this unscathed, clearly. "Astrid, I'm not sure if you're aware of my roles and responsibilities, but I assure you that it is not simply sparkling gowns and floating around the streets of Asgard contributing to the aesthetics."

He smiled to himself at your flourish upon saying 'floating around'. You may be more than just a contributor to aesthetics but he had to admit your presence always did make any place you were in exponentially more stunning than before you entered.

"You see, Astrid…as future Queen of Asgard and the Nine Realms, I have certain royal duties I must fulfill. One of which is deciding the punishments befitting certain acts of crime. The area I chose to specialize in? Acts of treason. And…" you turned in a circle to address your parents, your grandmother, your grandfather who just arrived to the mayhem, and Loki. "You're all free to correct me should I speak in inaccuracy, but if I recall, conspiracy to murder a member of the royal family is, in fact, an act of treason."

You paused to look at your grandfather, his eyes widening as he began to absorb the context of what was happening, fury dancing in them now as he nodded his agreement. A single nod his way and you continued. "And conspiring to kill a named heir…should entail an even graver punishment, I believe. And now I'm left to decide…what ever am I going to do with you." Astrid's eyes widened at your words. "I will take into consideration your testimony that you made your initial comments in jest, do not worry." You gave her a tight-lipped smile, the kind that made Loki's blood chill. The kind that displayed a cruelty in you he wished he would never receive.

"Thank you, Princess," she squeaked. "It will never happen again."

As she started to step aside and away from you, you motioned for the guards to block her way. "I'm not finished, Astrid. I said I would take it into consideration. I never said that your testimony would absolve you of your crime. You are yet to receive your sentence." You took a deep breath and began to walk around the space that had been freed up for you. "An act of treason this severe is deserving of the most extreme punishment available, of this you can be assured. Now, when someone is found guilty of such crimes, I have a few options to choose from when it comes to their sentence."

You stepped close enough to Astrid that the god watching you was certain that you could now see the sweat beads breaking through her skin. "I could choose to strip you of your position. I could choose to strip you of your title, your property, and all your possessions. And in turn I could choose to extend that sentence to your entire lineage." The whimpers coming from the girl were audible, but everyone listening could tell that she was too afraid to dare interrupt you, for fear of you worsening her sentence.

"Now if I were a malevolent ruler, which I don't wish to be, I could disregard your sworn statement, and sentence you to the full extent of my powers, and perhaps even request for special authority to extend those powers, given that while I am a named heir, I am not Queen. Not yet. I could banish you, and with that I can carefully and scrupulously choose upon which realm you are banished to. Or I could have you executed, even opt to become executioner if I were feeling particularly vengeful. I could choose how quick and merciless it would be, given we do have history and I can factor in sentimentality when doling out your punishment."

You let out a dark chuckle as you saw the tears begin to form in your former friend's eyes. "Or I could take that history, and that sentimentality in the other direction. Throw my compassion out the window, and prolong your suffering. Torture you within an inch of your life, bring you to the healers to restore you into your former unharmed and unscathed state, and repeat the process again. And again. And again." You leaned in even closer to her, your breath surely fanning across her face as she shuddered, although Loki couldn't tell if it was from fear or from rage. "Until you're begging me to kill you."

"Princess, please--" she choked out. "I swear to never betray you--"

"You truly favor such extreme statements, don't you, Astrid?" you laughed. "You swear on your life. It will never happen again. You swear to never betray me. But I know you will. I know not when you will. It could be tomorrow, it could be next week, it could be decades from now, but I see it in your eyes. I know you will. But…tonight I choose to take into consideration your statement, our history, and my sentimentality and compassion. You won't be banished and you most definitely will not be executed. Not for words you made in jest."

Your emphasis on the last words made it evident enough to Loki that you didn't believe her statement, and you were doing this out of mercy, not gullibility. You knew just as well as he did that she meant those suggestions genuinely. From his position, he could see the slightest tremble in your hands as you continued, and he knew in his heart that despite your tone, despite the authority you displayed, you were not relishing in this moment. You had just been betrayed, and you were cutting ties with someone you'd known, someone whose company you once treasured, for centuries.

It was all he could do not to walk to you, wrap you in his arms, and whisk you away from the heartache you were expertly hiding.

"I will, however, take something of great value to you," you continued. "You are stripped of your title as lady in waiting to the Queen and Allmother. Furthermore, barring any kingdom-wide celebration, you are forbidden from entering the premises of the palace."

"Princess!" she yelled. "Please, be reasonable!"

"Reasonable?" you spat out. "Astrid, had you gone for someone distant from me in my family's lineage, or someone estranged from me, your betrayal would not have hurt as severely as it does." Loki could hear the sobs threatening to break through in your words. "Instead you chose to attempt to conspire with one of the people closest to me. Someone I love." His heart stopped at your words once more. He refused to ever take for granted the fact that he had that standing with you.

"You will never fully comprehend the pain you caused me today, and truly I hope you never will. But I wish for you to be able to go the rest of your days knowing that had I decided on your sentence in accordance to the pain you dealt me, I would have banished you to Muspelheim to become Surtur's plaything with nothing more than the clothes on your back." Your hand was shaking more erratically now, as was your voice, and Loki couldn't bear it any longer; he walked over to you and took your shaking hand in his. It was as if you'd visibly calmed as you squeezed his hand and took a deep, steadying breath. "Instead I am sending you home. So do believe me, Astrid, when I tell you that this? This punishment that I am sentencing upon you for your betrayal tonight? This is me being reasonable."

Astrid choked as she sobbed, her new reality beginning to sink in, her hatred burning in her eyes. "Very well then. I will retrieve my belongings and--"

"Oh. No, Astrid." You nodded toward the palace guards and they approached her. "You will be escorted off the palace grounds and back to your family home. There the guards will explain to your family, with a sworn statement signed by myself, what transpired here tonight, and why you've been stripped of your position. I will send you your possessions in the morning." With another nod at the guards surrounding her, she was escorted away from you and out of the ballroom.

Loki felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see his brother. "Brother I owe you an apology." He motioned towards Sif. "We both do. To both of you."

You merely nodded at your father before walking away and making your way back to your remaining friends. He watched as they enveloped you in an embrace, the disappointment rife on their faces. He saw them mouth sentiments that they'd not known Astrid would be such a traitor. For some reason, he found himself believing them, that they'd not known how deeply the woman's jealousy of you truly ran.

"She trusts you," he heard Sif comment once her husband had gone. "Possibly more than she trusts anyone. And she's protective of you." She gripped his arm tightly once more. "My promise still stands. If you hurt her, there will be nothing left of you for Thor to grieve."

"If I hurt her, there may be nothing left for you after she's done with me," he answered, earning a proud smile from your mother. "There's a rage in her. She exerts an extraordinary effort to hide it, but it's there."

"It's much like yours when we were younger. I can barely imagine the chaos if you two were to burn in that rage together." Her hold loosened. "Your presence calms her. I saw it. You are not her blood. She knows that." His blood began to run cold. Did Sif know of his affections? How could she possibly? "And yet she treats you as family all the same. All I ask is that you take care of her. Protect her when you can."

He let out a sigh, though if it were one of relief or underlying disappointment at the reality that the words you meant earlier was that he was someone you loved as you loved Thor and Sif, he couldn't determine quite yet.

"With my life, Sif," he promised, and she walked away from him, making her way back to her husband and the Warriors Three, who were currently singing the praises of how fiercely you'd handled such a shock to your system today.

Of course he, too, was filled with pride on how you'd handled this adversity, and he would gladly sing your praises alongside them. After he made sure that you were alright. Your emotional state at this moment was more important than cementing your legacy through songs about the story of tonight.

Your friends were off dancing with a couple of noblemen when he made his way to you, leaning against a pillar, daintily sipping on a cup of wine.

"Are you alright?" He gently placed his hand on your back, and he was nearly moved to tears as he felt you relax and choose to lean against him instead.

"Truthfully? No. She was my friend, Loki. I thought that I was hers, too." He wrapped his arm around you, holding you closer to him as he felt you shaking. Almost violently. "When she betrays me again, and I know she will, it will be worse. I saw such hatred in her eyes, and now that I know what it looks like I feel like a fool. Why didn't I ever see it before? She always had it, hiding in plain sight."

"You chose to see the good in her. That does not make you a fool, darling."

"I fear that she would attempt to use you to--"

"Y/N, stop." He took the cup from your hands and handed it to a member of the palace staff before taking your hand in his. "There is not a soul in the Nine Realms that could ever make me betray you. You need to know that."

"I know you couldn't," you answered him. "I know it in my bones. Which is strange because I have this belief that anyone can betray anyone. With the right incentive. The right motivation. But you…I look at you and I know you could never. That you're the exception. I just--I know not why. And I care not why."

Because I love you, he wanted to tell you. I love you and I would rather suffer the most torturous execution you can conjure in your brilliant mind, for the rest of my days, than even think of doing anything to hurt you. Instead of uttering those words that could damn him for the rest of his existence, he placed a tender kiss at the top of your head. A gesture of comfort, yes. But also a gesture of love. Of protection.

"I need to be away," you whispered.

"Y/N, no. You shouldn't be alone--"

"I said I need to be away, not that I need to be alone." You looked up at him, and he saw the tears swimming in your eyes, threatening to escape them. "I need to cry and I'd rather not do it in the presence of the entirety of Asgard."

"Come with me." You nodded and followed him through the halls of the palace until you reached a place that held no guards, no staff, and no prying eyes and ears to see or hear you in your vulnerable state.

Unfortunately, for Loki, he thought the fates cruel creatures with a borderline offensive sense of humor. For when he said that he desired to be with you behind closed doors with a silencing enchantment in place, he did not ever wish for it to be because you were both on the ground, him cradling you in his arms, while you screamed and cried your heart out.

A/N: Really? That was the moment he realized he's in love with her? God these two are so messy and for what--

Also, I wish I could say that it was, but this isn't the last time we're gonna see Astrid…She'll be back…eventually…

Also fun fact: This entire outtake is longer than the entirety of the main story. The main story has 5.8k words.

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