#drew this a while ago n forgot to post it lol

[sonic-adventure-3]

can’t believe I haven’t shown carrion with their hood up yet

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finally got around to lining n coloring this drawing from a few months back

[silverzoomies]

Cunning Linguist

pietro maximoff x reader smut

warnings: cunnilingus, porn with (slight) plot, blow jobs, dissociative identity disorder, dissociation, existential crisis, smut, shameless smut, halloween, canon divergence

word count: 3,990

a/n: i meant to finish this ages ago. but i always overthink shit. i rewrote this several times, and it still doesn't feel worth posting. oh well !! just meaningless filth - same old story, different clothing. i wanted to play with the concept of pietro as an alter in ralph's head. again. lol

he's a little ooc here. but i'm blaming the brain fog. i'm running on three hours of sleep every night. fuck it, we ball. also, not including a tag list because tumblr's system kinda sucks for it. sorry !!

Pietro recalled the moment his consciousness came to light.

Agnes waved her spooky hands in his face, as though she were taunting him. She muttered incantations under her breath. The words of which Pietro didn’t recognize as English. After implanting sentimental memories in his mind - based on stories of Wanda’s childhood - she sent him off on his own. Like letting a dog loose, free to roam. 

Pietro’s mission? Find Wanda, have a gabfest or two, extract information. Or something along those lines. Pietro hadn’t paid much attention while Agnes yapped about it. Why focus on that, when the mystery of his own sentience piqued his interest instead?

He was given an easy enough job to do. No problem-o. Pietro had a talent for pestering people til’ they cracked. That’s what Agnes told him, anyway. He wasn’t too sure why she wanted him to play undercover rat. It had something to do with magic. Pietro knew that much. There was some kinda witch-on-witch rivalry in the works. But unfortunately for Agnes - and maybe fortunately for Wanda - she might have to take a raincheck on her duel of the sorceresses.  

Pietro could be a bit of a dipshit. Was he stupid? Not so much. He had brains where it counted. He could be crafty. Even sneaky. But his expert level slyness didn’t make him any less of an idiot. Pietro couldn’t refute that factoid about himself. Around Wanda, he forgot how to function like a normal person. Which he blamed on the fact that he wasn’t a normal person. Being brutally honest with himself; Pietro technically wasn’t even a person at all.

More like a conceptual incarnation of human sentience, really. Simple enough.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it, though - Pietro carried the irksome flaws of a human. Often, he acted thoughtless when he didn’t mean to. Without filtering himself first, Pietro unapologetically spoke his mind. He’d drop fourth-wall breaking quips here or there. Sometimes, his careless habits made for entertaining slip ups. Perfect for sitcom shenanigans. Other times, his blunders resulted in pain. Lotsa pain.

Halloween night, Pietro found himself whisked away by a forceful wave. Conjured by Wanda’s potent magic. The same power Agnes wanted her wiggly witch fingers on. After going aerial in a wild whoosh, Pietro got up close and friendly with some Halloween decorations. But, hey, what’re a few broken bones between pseudo siblings, eh?

Wanda sure had a helluva temper. She quickly banished Pietro from ever setting foot in her house again. Talk about a major bummer. Pietro suffered a huge loss on that front. One part because he’d have no choice but to crash with Agnes again. Ninety nine parts because he’d miss his troublemaking nephews. Those fun, lil scamps.

Tough luck, Quickie. Try and do better next time.

Honestly, he’d prefer if there wasn’t a next time.  If Agnes wanted to make small talk so bad, she could do it on her own. Calling it quits for the night, Pietro wandered off to a Westview bar. To his surprise, he found the place still in operation. And despite Pietro’s memories - vague imagery of Busch beer cans crushed under his fist - he hadn’t had a beer since his consciousness manifested. Shit. Did he even like beer? Whether he cared for it or not, a subconscious instinct drew him to it.

He assumed that instinct was none other than Ralph himself. The poor dude wanted to drown his terror in alcohol. And after all the twisted shit Agnes put Ralph through; who was Pietro to deny him one of life's simplest pleasures?

The mellow atmosphere of the bar oozed Halloween spirit. Kinda unnecessary, in retrospect. Considering Wanda never stopped by for a drink. Why bother sprucing the place up with her wispy magic, if it never saw any use?

The bartender’s clever quips reminded Pietro of Cheers. Another totally bonkers concept. Pietro had memories of watching Cheers, sure. But he couldn’t decipher if they were Ralph’s or not. For all Pietro knew, they might be a part of the ‘dead brother’ package deal. False memories, meant to give Wanda someone to relate to. Making him liable to tear down her defenses when she least expected it. 

But why did Pietro get the sense he was more of a Frasier guy anyway?

Sitting at the bar on a rickety stool, Pietro spun around to satiate his boredom. He cradled a beer, inhaling all of it in a single beat. Superspeed really did have its ups and downs. Consider quick consumption a positive. As far as negatives go…well…inebriation was completely unattainable. Sucks for Ralph. As Pietro flagged down the bartender for another beer, he tuned his ears to a radio broadcast. On a shelf amidst dollar store Halloween decor; a radio droned old fashioned tales of wicked witches. Subtle.

Outside interference interrupted the broadcast. Voices intermingled between buzzes of static. Whispering soft, but panicked mantras of 'Wanda? Wanda, are you there?' Pietro narrowed his beady eyes. His ignorance of the world outside Westview should’ve stayed intact. But whatever the reason, he knew exactly where those voices came from. Why he carried such knowledge was anyone’s guess. Maybe Agnes let too much her own insight slip into his psyche. Whoopsies. Oh well. Shrugging, Pietro flagged down the bartender for another beer. Deja vu.

Bored outta his mind, his thoughts explored elsewhere.

Pietro dreamt of something a little more down to earth. He remembered a cutie-pie neighbor new to Westview. A ‘next door’ kinda type, with a quirky sorta charm. They had no idea why they were in the city to begin with. Pietro knew these details, only because he gathered the what’s what on just about every person in town. It took him all of two seconds to do so. Zip around. Observe. Make mental notes. Report back to Agnes. Spill the deets.

Anyway, about you…

Call it a crush, loneliness, or even instinctive lust; whatever the case, Pietro thought you were cute as could be. You didn’t remember how you got to Westview, or where you even came from. One day, you woke up in town, and found yourself wearing unfamiliar clothes. Threads evocative of decades long past. But hey, it happens to the best of us. Pietro was well-acquainted with feelings of confusion and alienation. That mingled sense of being both lost, and born anew.

For crying out loud, he was the very materialization of sapient awareness itself. Agnes forbade him from that knowledge as well. But again, Pietro credited his oopsies and ding-dongs to her shoddy miracle work.

Whenever you questioned the reality around you, the world only stifled you into silence. The everyday citizens of Westview seemed so content with life as it was. Acting as if you had nothing to worry about. Wanda’s sitcom setup was nothing beyond sunshine, rainbows, and television tropes. But Pietro could see the unspoken terror hidden deep in their eyes. The truth Wanda kept hush hush.

Just thinking about it was enough to give Pietro the heebie jeebies. And if his intuition was anything to go by - it never proved him wrong yet - you had a bad feeling about Westview too. Way to go! You caught on even quicker than he did. Which was kinda nuts, if he thought about it. Wasn’t he supposed to be the fastest at everything? ‘Cuz speed was his middle name or something. Or…well, it wasn’t. But it could be. Who’s to stop him from seizing his own destiny at this point?

Pietro Speed Maximoff.

Eh, maybe not.

In Westview, you had no friends or family. And much like Pietro, on Halloween night; you found yourself at the bar. He caught your curious gaze from down the counter. You were dolled up in a scanty, witch's dress, leaving Pietro to wonder why witches were such a recurring theme in his life. Looking too much like a manchild goober, he spun around a few more times in his seat. His sneakers kicked against the stool’s railing. No matter what, he couldn’t sit still. He thought he might be embarrassing himself. But his antics appeared to make you smile even brighter.

Tilting your head, you shot him a look of familiarity.

You weren’t familiar with him, though. But there was a chance you saw him appearing and disappearing around town. During his impromptu stake outs, more than likely.

Bringing your drink to the seam of your lips, you stifled a playful giggle. It was obvious you were gawking at his costume. Arching a brow, Pietro grinned into the rim of his beer bottle. To be fair, he looked supremely ridiculous. The blue tights under his cut-off jean shorts rode up in the crotch a little too much. He dipped his head, staring at the frayed edges of his shorts. Yeah. It was clear he did the job cutting them himself. A hasty one too. Since he was too eager to pull pranks with his nephews.

Damn. Pietro missed those kids like hell already.

The dirty blond hair/ear-things atop his head bounced every time he knocked his neck back. As Pietro downed yet another beer, he lost track of how many he drank. A dribble of it plummeted into silver. Creating a sheen against the lightning bolt duct taped diagonally down his shirt. Pietro sighed and pursed his lips. 

His outfit was an all blue ensemble. Garnished with a spritz of silver here or there. Quicksilver. His hero name, apparently. Pietro knew he’d never live up to it.

A bit of friendly conversation later, and the air between the two of you shifted. Your playful look morphed into something a little wanton, the more Pietro acted in silly ways. Holy shit. Seriously? He hoped he wasn't misreading your signals. Because really, your attraction was too good to be true. If you honestly wanted him, where should he proceed from here? How much freedom had Agnes even allowed him? And furthermore - if Wanda’s happy, dream town ran on a curated schedule; what if credits rolled just as the two of you finally got handsy?

Maybe sitcom rules didn’t apply to conscious manifestations of witch hocus pocus? Wishful thinking on his part.

Outside the bar - in an alleyway too uncannily clean, like a set straight out of Hollywood - Pietro beckoned you in with kisses. Technically, he played the role of Agnes’s deadbeat husband. And if that were the case, did kissing you count as cheating? Shit…was Pietro committing adultery right now?? In the midst of macking on your sweet lips, he pressed a palm to the wall next to your head. Pietro pretended to do so for balance, as he devoured you with his mouth and tongue. 

But unbeknownst to you, he cracked an eye open. Just to double check for a wedding band.

Nothing there to prove he ever got hitched. Go figure.

You giggled coyly into his lips, letting a soft moan ease through your teeth. Bringing your hands up to the hair/ear-things on his head, you toyed with them. Your pretty voice teased him, as you played with his hair in gentle strokes of your thumbs.

“Ooooh…such a good boy, huh? Fast too.” You cooed, the same way one might praise a puppy.

Oh. Fuck yeah. To hell with sitcom tropes and bogus wives. Agnes scared the ever-loving shit out of Pietro anyway. He had no semblance of a domestic connection to her. Not that she gave much of a damn herself. With how often she threw insults his way. Agnes always used Ralph as her little punching bag, before hijacking his body for her own gain.

No wonder your simple praises got his proverbial tail wagging.

A chuckle hummed in the back of his throat, as Pietro purred into your lips, “Speed’s kinda my middle name, y’know?”

You snorted one of the dorkiest laughs he’d heard since cognisant birth. And with a sudden spark of primal urgency; Pietro felt something else spring into transcendence down below. 

Sifting through Ralph’s sidelined psyche, Pietro came to realize how much of a recluse he was. The guy never seemed to get out much. In fact, Agnes might’ve even been his first partner. If one could classify her as such. So, really, Pietro was doing him a major favor. If Ralph knew he planned on using their body for some frisky fun - on an otherwise lonely Hallow’s eve - surely, he’d give his brain roomie some thanks.

Pietro’s hands were vascular like a wired-up machine, clad in arm-warmer paws. Grabbing hard onto your curvy hips with them, he pulled you in closer. He sought the friction of your crotch against his. And after some seriously sloppy making out, Pietro dropped you an invite to his place.

Or…Agnes’s place.

Uh…or…was it technically Ralph’s? Shit, this sitcom roleplay sure gave way to some mental gymnastics.

You didn’t expect Pietro to zip you off at superspeed. Moving abruptly fast, he brought you straight to his disaster of a man cave. Laying you back on the futon, he gave you little time to adjust over the blankets. The wrinkled fabrics reeked of pot, in desperate need of a wash. You got as comfy as you could on the skunky sheets. Blinking your needy gaze up at him, you tugged his white belt, pulling the band undone. Pietro grinned lazily, colliding his swollen lips into yours. His primal instincts left him wreckless with want. 

Burying his tongue in the cavern of your mouth, he brought with him the flavor of cheap booze. As you tasted him, you moaned, shucking his dumb jorts down his hips. A sizable swelling twitched in his tights, squirming under muted blue. Your eyes bulged in their sockets, cartoonishly wide. The way you whirled your tongue across your lip gave off a vibe of animalistic hunger. As though you were eager for an all dick dinner. With Pietro as the appetizer.

And the main course. And the dessert. He hoped you'd rate him five stars.

Restaurant metaphors aside; this was the very first test of his capabilities as a lover, after all. If he couldn’t live up to his superhero name, maybe he could make a name for himself in other ways.

Pietro Speed Maximoff. Quicksilver. Cunning Linguist.

But first…he really should satiate your hunger.

One, generous tug downward, and Pietro’s - or Ralph’s - slightly above average length sprang out. Bouncing in your face in mesmerizing oscillation, his cock appeared pulsating and roused. Thick veins weaved like threads through his shaft, akin to his vascular hands. His balls bulged in his tights, his jorts hanging halfway down his thighs. Pietro took his blistering cock in hand. Aching for the kind of stimulation Ralph never got, his desire painted him so flush and ruby red. 

Since you looked so delighted at the sight before you; Pietro gave his cock a few strokes. He played with himself for your viewing pleasure. And as his firm grip tugged his shaft, the world pulled suddenly back. It was as though Pietro viewed life through a third person perspective. Metaphorical cameras fixed their lenses on the two of you, in an all too human position of closeness. 

The weight of a cock in Pietro’s hand felt both familiar, yet weirdly foreign. Combine that with the sight of another living, breathing body below him; and his nerves buzzed uncomfortably. Frenzied in such a way that matched the quick pulsing of his heart. Focusing instead on your fluttering eyes, Pietro weaned himself out of dissociation. Your hands braced his hips, thumbs circling the fabric of his tights. The gentle gesture brought chills throughout his body. Inching forward, you teased his bobbing cock with a flick of your tongue.

Wet heat grounded him in reality. Upon racing to the forefront of his own mind; Pietro’s breath hitched with a husky groan. He held your head, massaging his fingers in your soft hair. Cute mewls spilled from your lips as you flitted your eyes shut. Swirling your tongue over his cock’s puffy head, you lapped any tearful pearls of precum. His thickness sank between your plush lips, and Pietro’s own lips parted for breath.

Of all things to happen on Halloween night, getting his dick sucked wasn’t on the docket.

Not that Pietro had any reason to complain. This? Wicked awesome. Ralph was really missing out.

You drew lazily back just to lap his balls over his tights, staining fabric with slick saliva. Rolling the tip of your tongue up the underside of his dick, you giggled in that dorkish way again. Pietro’s teeth pulled his lip as he tilted his head back. His dick twitched, throbbing while the heat of your mouth embraced him fully. He moaned, smiling wide enough to show off his dimples. You pumped his cock at the base, teasing his veins with your tongue.

Pietro’s brows turned inward. You suckled his head like you longed to guzzle anything he could give. He sank his fingers deeper through your hair, holding on tightly as he rutted his hips. With each slam of his weeping tip into your throat; he hoarsely grunted. You really did try your best, just for him. Even as tears spilled down your cheeks and your lips began to swell. Plush and puffy, circling his slick length. Pietro kicked up the speed at which he rutted.

Fighting his instincts, he was cautious enough not to choke you. Or, he wanted to be cautious. He braced his hands on both sides of your tear stained face, his arm warmer paws soft against your cheeks. Sinking his dick even deeper between your lips, he accidentally went balls deep. The wet fabric of his tights smothered your chin. You sputtered on his cock, which made your throat wring him so tight. As your tongue curled, sliding under the thrum of his veins; Pietro cursed. Playful chuckles and shameful apologies fell from his lips.

Bitter heat coated your tongue in sweltering jets, thick and explosive down your throat. Pietro’s groin twisted in a blossoming surge of pleasure. And as he ruptured your esophagus with his sticky load, he found himself that much more grounded. As if such a bombastic nut somehow tethered him to reality - securing Pietro from any further derealization. 

Righteous. His first big O since Agnes blessed him with the gift of consciousness. Significantly more electrifying than any sad, jerk sesh Ralph had in the past. And since you so humbly took him like a champ - giving Pietro a most euphoric experience; he saw it fit to return the favor ASAP.

Neither Pietro - nor Ralph, it seemed - had any experience toying around with partners. But he did have a vague knowledge of how to do so. Thanks to the backlog of not-so-safe-for-work memories deep in his subconscious. Raunchy porn, mostly. Magazines. Tapes. Jesus, Ralph…why’s there so much dirty stuff in there, huh? Lots and lots of it. Pietro would have to do his own research later.

He gave you no time to prep for his oncoming nose dive. Perched on your knees, coughing and clearing your throat - you found yourself abruptly resting on your elbows. Your upper back pressed into the futon. Pietro lifted your hips, using his strength to hike your thighs over his broad shoulders. As you parted your swollen lips to protest, blinking your reddened eyes; Pietro pulled your panties to the side. He kept the soaked lace pinned under a thick thumb. Burying his lips in your cunt, he lapped up your honeyed heat.

A sudden addiction, triggered by something carnal, overtook him instantly. Pietro became hooked on your fragrant flavor, swirling your cute bud in high-speed circles. He worked your stiff clit like a microscopic joystick, flicking wet heat in a spastic whirlwind. Alternating between drawing patterns, and sucking your precious pearl hard. Pietro so easily made you squeal - even without any prior experience - until you scratched your fingernails deep into Ralph’s sheets. Kissing your cunt, he let his thirst take over, and dove deeper.

The tune of his name melting through your moans made him wish the night would last forever. A small fraction of him hoped Ralph would never take over again. If consciousness offered rewards this scrumptious, Pietro wanted to stay sentient into eternity. Not to be selfish or whatever, but he almost considered playing minion for Agnes again - if only to secure the lifespan of his psyche.

Your supple, pussy lips parted as he wormed his tongue through your slick walls. Smooth, bumpy heat squeezed the fuzzy ridges of his tongue. In milliseconds, your fluttery love gushed over his taste buds and leaked down his chin. Tears teased the edges of your eyes. You cried whines of sugary bliss. Pietro’s thumb kept your panties pinned, his other hand locked around your thigh.

He smirked into your pussy, deep chuckles burning hot on your mound. And since the position wasn’t exactly the most comfortable; he allowed you some reprieve. Pushing you past your breaking point at light speed, Pietro bashed the sopping slickness of his tongue into your clit. You trembled, shuddering through powerful waves of orgasmic intensity. White-hot flashes of light flooded your vision. Under Pietro’s zippy tongue, your sweet pussy quivered.

Totes mcgoats. If he learned anything tonight - aside from the obvious lessons in subtlety; Pietro now understood why the everyday man lost his doggone marbles over puss.

After your first release, he eased your tired body into the futon. Your back met cozy blankets, engulfed in that skunk weed scent. Before you relaxed, he edged you even longer, drawing out your pleasurable suffering. Pietro sank his fingers deep into your heat, pumping the length of them inside you. His digits curled perfectly, finding every spongy spot that made your core burst with a desire to cum again. His tongue teased your swollen nub until you grabbed at his hair. You mussed the funny looking ear things atop his head, pressing your palm into his forehead to try and push him back.

You begged him to stop. Pleading in disoriented whimpers, your noises went straight to his limp dick. A few more hot, wrathful waves of pleasure later - he finally stopped. Only after your cunt erupted in one more, wet burst. You leaked like a fountain into his lips, soaking his chin, even making a mess of his makeshift costume. More than worth it. Pietro sat up on the futon, admiring his handiwork. He wiped his mouth with one of his arm warmer paws. Your mouth fell agape as your lungs begged for air. More tears sparkled on your flushed cheeks, mirroring the twinkle of your pussy. Pretty as a rose in a rainshower.

With your sluggish arms, you gestured for Pietro to climb over you. And once he did, you pulled him into a lazy kiss without a single care. You paid no mind to the taste of your sweetness on his lips, or the scent of your musk on his chin. Sleepily blinking, you bravely asked if you could stay the night. Too tuckered out to even consider a long walk back home.

Pietro could just as easily speed you over to your place. But even at the risk of his not-wife catching him in bed with someone else - he felt too adverse to loneliness. Besides...your company brought him more delight than he ever expected of anyone. Settling into the futon, he popped on Ralph’s old TV set.

Cheers was on. Pietro snickered to himself, rolling his dark eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, snuggled up against Pietro’s strong form. He’d changed clothes at some point in the night, finally foregoing the tights. Oh, and he lended you one of Ralph’s shirts too. A Grateful Dead t-shirt, of which you were very grateful. Hah, “You don’t like Cheers?”

Pietro shrugged, sipping a beer. A Busch beer. He scowled at the taste, curling his lip.

“Eh. More of a Frasier kinda guy.”

[mikuclayo]

lock your heart & destroy the key

[worldwidemochiguy]

Coming Back Home (Yandere! Taehyung)

➵ Two years after you left Taehyung, you call him from an empty hotel room feeling lonely. 

➵ Warnings: Yandere Taehyung, Idealisation of Yandere Behaviour, reader is messed up lmao, Stockholm Syndrome big time, basically what happens if someone leaves their captor and then does not recover from SS

➵ Word Count: 1.4K

➵ Masterlist 

➵ a/n: this is dedicated to @kpopyandere​ who left a rly nice reply under a post where i was whining abt not being able to write this fic lol. you motivated me to keep going and make this! <3  it’s not perfect but like also it’s not awful (i hope)

also tysm for 1.5k!!! 💜💜💜💜

You bit your lip, thumb hovering over the number you knew you should’ve deleted so long ago.

Two years. It had been two years since you last saw Taehyung. Would he even remember you? Would he even care? Probably not, you thought. So what’s the harm so calling him, just to see how he’s been doing?

Except you knew it wouldn’t be just a call. You knew that Taehyung’s obsessive tendencies were not the kind of thing to mellow out over the years. You knew you had gotten a lucky break, and if you hadn’t run away all those years ago then maybe you would still be with him. Trapped.

But at least you felt safe then. At least you felt needed. Unlike now, sitting in a hotel room with a half-empty suitcase and a heart filled with broken promises. 

It’s remarkable how much can be reversed with the simple press of a button. 

The ringtone sounded morbid in the room, accompanied only by the distant noises of traffic on the streets below. It felt strange, you had never had to wait on a call with Taehyung before. He used to answer you straight away.

“Hello. Who is this?”

His sharp voice — much harsher than you remembered, but maybe that was just your memory softening over the painful edges — drew all the breath out of you in a quick exhale. You suddenly forgot how to speak. 

“Who is this?” He repeated. Of course, he didn’t recognise your number. You had bought a new phone. You had bought a new everything, not wanting any trace of him once you’d escaped. And yet, still, you transferred his number to your contacts list, a shameful action you knew you would regret even as you typed in the digits. 

You had been silent on the line for almost a minute now, waiting with bated breath for the moment he would lose patience and hang up. You predicted it would happen any second now, Taehyung was never the most patient man.

Except when he was with you.

But he still hadn’t hung up, and you listened to the sound of his silence intently, imagining Taehyung standing somewhere in his office, holding a phone up to his face and waiting, wearing that furrowed expression he always had when he was frustrated.

But he didn’t sound frustrated, not when you heard a hopeful inhale, and then a tentative whisper.

“…Princess?”

That endearment— you hadn’t heard it in so long, and you didn’t realise how much you missed it — it broke the distance you had gone to such lengths to ensure. 

“Taehyung,” You sobbed, finally finding your voice and using it to wail his name, a name you hadn’t allowed yourself to even think of for six months after you had left him. You heard a flurry of clicks, probably Taehyung tracking your location through the call, and for once you just didn’t care, you wanted him to come to you soon. 

“I’m here, Princess.” Taehyung panted, and it sounded like he had started running, “I’m right here, don’t worry.”

“I-” Now you had started crying, you couldn’t seem to stop, fat tears sliding down your cheeks as you, for the first time in two years, knew without a doubt that someone was coming to rescue you. He was running, that’s how desperate he was to reach you. 

“I’m in Seoul.” You choked out, “I’m on the same street as our old apartment. In a hotel.” 

“Good girl,” You imagined Taehyung’s long fingers carding through your hair like they used to whenever you were distressed, and felt a little bit better. “I’m coming right from the office, baby. I’ll be there so soon, and then we can both go home. God, I’ve been waiting for you to come back for so long.”

His voice cracked slightly at the end of his statement. Your heart felt like it cracked in a similar way. 

“I’m sorry,” You gasped, the sincerity of it pressing out of your skin. It felt like you had forgotten how to breathe. Your lungs were still working, expanding and contracting mechanically, but there was no air left in the room. It had disappeared two years ago, along with Taehyung and your apartment and everything you had known for so long. 

And even Jongin, who had taken you away from it all, and in return, promised to give you safety, was gone. 

You’re too clingy, he said when you had panicked over him leaving you alone for too long, you’re too dependant, he said when you didn’t want to go outside, I don’t love you, he said, two years after he had drawn you away from Taehyung. 

In the end, all Jongin led you to was an empty hotel room, with a broken heart, and an outgoing phone call to the very person he vowed to protect you from. 

“Come quickly,” You whimpered to Taehyung, and you heard crackling noises out of the receiver that vaguely registered as the soft hushes Taehyung would always comfort you with. 

“I’m coming, I’ll be there so soon, Princess, I promise. I’m so proud of you, this must have taken a lot of bravery and I’m glad you finally decided to listen to what your heart already knew.”

“I’m sorry,” You said again, because you barely knew how to say anything else. “I’ll never leave again, I’m so sorry, just, please, come and get me soon.” 

“I’m at the hotel, Princess.” Taehyung told you, and then you heard other voices and a muffled shouting. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything else. You sat on the bed clutching the phone to your ear, waiting for his voice, an update, anything… 

What if he decided you weren’t worth it? 

“Princess, it’s me.” 

Taehyung’s voice waited on the other side of the door. You froze. Hearing it in person was different to hearing it over the phone. Hearing it in person was… it brought back so many memories. Lying on his lap while he fed you chocolates. Crying onto his shoulder. Pain. Quiet reprimands and hushed apologies. Pain. Pain. Pain. 

Fear. 

But never loneliness. 

And you were so achingly, helplessly alone without him.

“Stand back, Princess. I’m going to break the door down.” Taehyung warned. You watched as the lock buckled underneath the force of his kick. And you saw him for the first time in two years, frantic and determined. 

His eyes found you before the door even had time to bounce back against the splintered frame. 

“Princess,” His voice was hoarse, the word sounding like a prayer on his lips. That was all it took for you to shoot up and fling yourself across the room, trusting that he would catch you. He would always catch you in the end.

He cradled you in his arms like something precious, raining kisses down on everything he could reach, your head, your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your lips, your lips, your lips. Kissing Taehyung felt like falling into a daydream — one which had already been experienced, but still carried the same sweet, addictive taste. 

“Princess,” he murmured, leaning away from the kiss slightly to do so and you let loose a displeased whine, chasing back to fit his lips against yours once more. He smiled, breaking the kiss and resting your foreheads together, sharing breathless pants in the space between your matching grins. 

“I…” He trailed off, eyes shining with the weight of all the constellations in the sky. 

“What?” You whispered. 

He smiled, slow and sweet. “You have made me speechless.” He eventually said. “I’m just… so happy.” 

Taehyung always had the habit of saying things you didn’t know how to respond to. You couldn’t help but gaze at him, taking in all the slight changes two years had caused. 

He had a new scar above his eyebrow. He was paler. He had lost some weight. It had carved itself out of his cheeks, leaving behind a more hollow replication of the bread cheeks you used to kiss every morning. Jongin had never cared that much about cheek kisses. He didn’t value small shows of affection the way Taehyung did. The way you did. 

You leaned in and kissed Taehyung on the forehead, right above the unfamiliar scar. When you pulled back, you realised that the way Taehyung looked at you was one of the things that had not changed at all. 

For the first time in two years, you knew that you weren’t alone. Not anymore. And you never would be again. 

“Let’s go home.” 

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Act of Courage (Noah/MC, Lucas/MC)

Summary: It shouldn’t feel like this, after all this time. We won, didn’t we?

No, Josh realized. We didn’t.

In which a survivor contemplates what was, what is, and what could have been.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24061654

@ladyseaheart1668, @marmolady, @it-lives-in-westchester

A/N: Between work, college, and my f*cked up head, finishing this up took a lot longer than it should have. I'm trying to make writing into my coping mechanism, so that I'll do it more, lol ;D

I have one more fic I promised on tumblr, an AME one I'm gonna work on. I'm also gonna try to go back to my ES novelization, so stay tuned for that for its continuation.

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The two of them were at Josh’s place, waiting for Ava, Andy, Dan, and Lucas. Lily was sick in bed and Stacy was visiting her grandma out of town, leaving Noah and Josh waiting for the four others while they drew figures in the dirt in the yard with sticks and talking about anything their minds jumped to.

“Hey, Noah?”

The boy turned towards his friend.

“Yeah?”

For a moment, Josh, who was as lively as ever seconds ago, was being uncharacteristically quiet.

“Do you…like anyone?”

“‘Like’,” Noah repeated. “Like I like you and Jane and the others? Or you mean like-like?”

“Um, yeah” Josh nodded, blushing. “Like-like.”

“Then no,” the other boy shrugged. “Stacy, Lily, and Ava are fun to hang around, but I don’t like-like anyone.”

“What about,” Josh began hurriedly, but slowed down. “What about boys…?”

“Huh?”

“Do you like-like any boys?”

Josh was beet red. Noah was just confused.

“No,” he shrugged. “I’m a boy. It’d be weird if I liked-liked a boy. That’s what my mom says though.”

“Right…” Josh looked hurt. “Right, forget it.”

Noah wanted to ask why his friend looked so sad.

He hated it when Josh got upset. Unlike Jane, who’d get mad, Josh would be quiet, pouty, and would go off by himself, refusing to ever acknowledge what made him upset in the first place.

But before Noah can say anything, the doorbell rang and their friends poured inside.

Noah forgot that Josh even asked him any question about who he liked.

It was something they’d both forget in the years to come, a memory of the conversation fading into a small feeling.

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After reading Lucas’s texts, Josh shoved his phone into his pocket. His smile started to fade as he continued down the road, focusing on his surroundings.

It really is a beautiful day, Josh mused.

And he hated it.

The sun shone through the trees in a way that reminded him of an image you’d find on a tourist pamphlet.

It made Josh think about how the only thing this town is good for is being fake.

Like how the town somehow fooled themselves into thinking everything was just a freak animal attack.

But the more he thought about it, Josh guessed he couldn’t blame the town for that. Having to deal with the truth might actually be more of a clusterfuck than it all happening.

It was all a question of why.

Why did this all happen to them? Why was he the one who had to find Redfield’s shack?

All he had to do was keep his goddamn mouth shut about some stupid fucking rock floating all those years ago…

It’s my fault.

Josh scoffed.

Like that’s big news.

And when it was time to pay the piper, Josh was too much of a coward to do anything…

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Josh forced himself to think about something, anything else.

His mind wandered from the date Lucas promised they’d have before he went back to his university, to that new video game Lily’s been raving about, Stacy’s latest Pictagram post about celebrating another perfect score on an exam, Ava’s latest binge on occult books in the library, Andy whining about how he just wants to be free of high school already, Dan’s updates on his new art blog…

…Noah crying, apologizing…

Josh wiped tears from his eyes as he kept walking.

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Noah always envied Josh.

He was a charismatic go-getter where Noah was shy and bookish. Josh always got stickers that came with having a perfect score on spelling tests, ones that Noah just passed by never more than five points. Josh was brave enough to make the first move in befriending him and Jane, and began their circle of friends the same way.

Noah not only hated how he was too wimpy to ever say any of this out loud, but also that he held this kind of resentment towards one of the best friends he’s ever had.

Noah hated how nervous he feels around Josh too. How he can’t help but constantly compare himself to him.

Josh was like the sun; radiant and bright and impossible to miss, and Noah had felt like the grimy earth beneath it.

But everything changed after Jane died.

Their whole group of friends changed. They started to see each other less and less, and eventually, they never saw each other outside of school.

Having different classes in middle school widened the gap between them, leaving silent nods as the last bit of interaction they had.

Soon, even those were gone.

Even after they all fell apart, Noah couldn’t help but notice Josh.

Before, Noah had always seen Josh happily chatting with at least one person.

Now, Noah never saw him hang out with anyone ever again. He was like the dusty remains of a star that went out.

There were times Noah wanted to reach out, to see if they could be friends again, to hang out, laugh together, be together-

-and Noah would stop himself when he came short of any reason Josh would want to talk to him.

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“You look like shit.”

“Hello to you too, Ava.”

Josh was semi-thankful that his shift at one of the town’s few fast food places started early in the morning. Only a handful of people stepped in here for breakfast, and none of them were impossible to deal with. So, for a few hours, Josh could enjoy a bit of peace before the lunch rush.

And it was always good to see a friendly face.

“Alright, fuck the pleasantries then.”

Usually.

Ava stretched her hand at Josh and waved it dramatically.

“In the name of the Dread Goddess Hekate, get me my usual.”

Josh punched in the register an order for an apple pie and a milkshake.

“That’ll be $2.78.”

Wordlessly, Ava hands him money and Josh went in the back to get her order.

“Talked to Tom today,” Ava said. “He looked really interested in the stuff I found in Cora’s shack. Maybe he can be my apprentice or some shit.”

“A witch’s apprentice?”

“Turned him down. Teaching is a rock bottom I’ll never hit.”

“Cuz the teacher’s at school we sooo great.”

“You get it.”

Josh finished up, pie in a paper bag and milk in hand.

“So, you talk to people,” she asked before he held out her order. “You’re social like that. Everyone’s gonna be at the memorial tonight, right?”

“Yup,” Josh nodded. “All seven of-”

Josh stops himself, remembering what happened to the seventh.

Ava’s face went steely, and for a moment it looked like she had a lot to say.

“Hand me my order,” she sighed. Josh obliged.

Before Ava walked out, she stopped and did a half turn. Josh sees several shifts to and from anger and sympathy.

“Tale care,” she said before leaving.

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Noah couldn’t remember the last time he and Josh talked.

So, when Josh sat next to him at the pep rally, he hoped his quietness came off as indifference, and hid his anxiety about the whole situation.

Josh didn’t seem to mind, since he started talking semi-comfortably. He was mellower and less gloomy than he used to be, and Noah felt the familiar jealously that was always the third companion amongst the two.

The pep rally ended after the blackout, Josh called everyone to meet after school, and four of them were stocking up on makeshift weapons.

When Josh told Noah that he won’t leave him again, he let himself believe it.

Noah halfheartedly thanked Josh, and for a second was afraid his sort-of-friend would take offense.

But instead, Josh smiled at him, and Noah felt like he was looking at sunshine.

A warm feeling bloomed in Noah’s chest, and it stuck around even when they were done talking and gone back to looking for weapons.

Noah remembered the warm feeling later on, when he noticed how Josh’s face was red when he was close enough to Lucas, how he stammered a bit more when the two were talking.

Noah wasn’t as dumb as he was as a kid. He knew that Josh liked Lucas. He also didn’t want to believe he was feeling jealousy, because of what it implied.

It wasn’t until during Britney’s party that Noah started to ask himself where these feelings for Josh came from. Was it sometime after everyone drifted apart, and their absence leaving an ache in his heart? Or was it before, when they were younger, innocent, and still friends?

After the party and after Josh revived his hope for the future (something he’d been doing well the past few days), his own personal devil reared its shadowy head, and signaled the end.

In the near future, while they were all forced to play the game again, Noah would wonder if anything could have happened to keep this whole mess from happening.

If he just told Redfield to fuck off, or just ignored him (no, her).

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“In school,” Andy said with a mouth full of pizza. “You froze up every time you had to present something. And up there, you didn’t break a sweat.”

Josh was taken by surprise when Stacy’s mom called him up to say a few words (he didn’t even think the town’s mayor even remembered his name). Surprisingly, where there was usually quick breath and sweating, there was just emptiness.

His mind flashed to Cora when he was up, about how she risked her life to help them and went to warn them while she was injured and dying.

And then it went to Noah.

He kept his part about Noah as brief as possible, and stepped down the second he gave his last “thank you”.

Josh would like to say that Lucas’s hug and quick kiss after the memorial made him feel better, but after talking about Noah, he couldn’t shake the feeling like he was betraying him.

“I get a lot of speech practice when dealing with customers from hell,” Josh finally answered, shrugging.

“You mean Ava?” Andy snarked.

“Andy, don’t be mean,” Lily scolded

“You think I take offense to that?” Ava grinned evilly. “I go there on the weekends.”

Josh finished his Graveyard, and turned to Lucas, right next to him.

“Bartender, one more.”

“One for me too,” Stacy smirked, wiggling her empty cup.

“I think you’ve both had enough,” Lucas said in mock seriousness.

“How can you stand to drink those?” Tom asked. “I almost hurled taking a sip!”

“That’s it, you’re dead to me,” Stacy pouted theatrically.

“Aw, come on,” Lily nudged Stacy with her shoulder. “We all just pledged our eternal devotion to each other five minutes ago!”

And just managed to avoid talking about Noah…

Noah could be here. Right now.

Maybe not here though. The others might still hate him, maybe not, but at least he’d be alive. Maybe everyone would even slowly come to stop hating him.

He could find a way to pay for culinary school. He could open up the diner he talked about…

And I wish I could just stop thinking about those last moments…

Josh has vague memories of blushing and being embarrassed around Noah when they were younger, but he didn’t think it had meant anything.

Every time Josh started thinking about his...crush, if he could call it that, he’d just start thinking of Lucas, and guilt of betrayal would stab at his gut.

Josh’s eyes drift over to Dan, who’s been silent the whole time, aside from giving halfhearted laughs and accepting Graveyard refills…

…along with bringing up the one who’s been on Josh’s mind for a while.

“Well…not the whole group.”

Josh remembered that this night would end, and that everyone would go back to dealing with their trauma.

Not alone. Please for the love of god not alone.

He felt like some kind of traitor again, for feeling this awful around people with whom he should be happy.

It shouldn’t feel like this, after all this time. We won, didn’t we?

He remembered the panic attack he talked Lily through by phone after Britney called him, begging for help. He remembered Ava’s blank face as the signs of a flashback started to show. He remembered the bags under Stacy’s eyes as she drank more coffee than was healthy. He remembered the late night texts from Andy faking small talk when he couldn’t sleep and needed some anchor to reality. He remembered the way Dan finally admitted with tears that he wasn’t fine, was anything but fine.

And he remembered seeing the thing that used to be Noah in the ruins, looking back at him with those white eyes before vanishing.

No, Josh realized. We didn’t.

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Seconds ago, Josh had gotten Noah out of Redfield’s (no, Jane’s) control as he was seconds away from being stabbed.

He goaded and taunted the monster they all feared since childhood, and fended it off with a whistle.

So this should be easy, right?

Taking Jane’s place so she could finally be free of the hell she spent nearly a decade in.

“I’m sorry, Josh,” Noah sobbed. “Please…please tell my mom-”

“Wait!” Josh said shakily. “It doesn’t have to be you!”

“Josh, please, it had to be me,” Noah begged. “Let me do this. Let me fix my mistakes.”

“NO!” he screamed. “Don’t you dare! Let me do this! Let me take her place instead!”

Except…

Josh didn’t say any of that.

He wanted to stop Noah, he wanted to so much, but no matter what, his throat wouldn’t obey.

When it mattered the most, all he could give is silence.

If the two of them were any closer, their faces would touch. Unfallen tears pooled in Noah’s eyes, filled with regret

Josh didn’t know what to do. He wanted to scream at Noah. He wanted to hug him and never let go. He wanted to punch him.

But Noah acted before Josh could.

His lips weren’t soft, but warm and gentle, and soon turn salty when tears hit their lips. Neither of them knew whose.

“I’m sorry,” Josh lost count of the number of times Noah’s apologized today. “I just…I needed to do that. Just once…”

Those are the last words Noah ever said as a human.

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The night ended with everyone promising to see each other tomorrow, and soon after that.

And so, here were Josh and Lucas, waiting together on a bench on the sidewalk for Josh’s mom to come pick them up and give Lucas a ride to his house.

Despite everyone parting with the unspoken promise of this goodbye isn’t for good, Josh couldn’t help that irrational fear that the opposite would be true, and they’d all fall apart over again.

“You good?” Lucas pulled Josh out of his thoughts.

“Huh?” he mumbled dumbly.

“You’re squeezing my hand pretty hard there,” Lucas shakes his hand holding Josh’s, and he finds out he’s right; Josh is squeezing Lucas’s hand like some kind of lifeline.

“Sorry,” Josh says sheepishly as he eases his grip, but Lucas gives a gentle squeeze, keeping him from pulling away.

“Hey, you’re alright,” Lucas says before Josh can apologize any more.

Josh smiled at him, not trusting himself to speak right now. Unfortunately, it just gave way to an awkward silence.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Lucas asks.

“What…” do you mean, Josh wanted to say, but he just didn’t have the heart to lie to his boyfriend’s face.

“I know,” Josh sighed.

And he did. But that was a different story than being able to do it.

“I’m here for you. So is everyone else. And if something’s been on your mind, we’d all listen if you wanted to talk.”

Josh wanted to.

He probably needed to.

Josh remembered Dan, how he desperately needed someone to talk to, how he needed help, and what happened after he didn’t get it (it wasn’t his fault, it was mine).

But what could he possibly say?

Is it okay for me to have lingering feelings for someone else? Someone who betrayed us and led us to a monster? Someone who’s a monster now himself? Someone almost all of you understandably hate?

There’s no way he can bring that up. Not to his friends, not to his boyfriend.

“I don’t wanna talk,” Josh sighs. “Could we just…be here…? If that makes any sense?”

“It doesn’t,” Lucas jokes. “But it’s a good thing I’m a mind reader.”

Lucas put an arm around Josh, pulling him closer.

Josh rested his head on Lucas’s shoulder and closed his eyes, enjoying his boyfriend’s presence.

In the future, when Josh finally found it in him to talk, he’d be able to go back to the cabin. Against all advice, he’d look for Noah in the shadowy figure that haunted the woods. And he’d find him. And soon after, Josh would be able to help more people who were forced into a world of monsters like he and his friends were.

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dude i- am so fucking sorry i literally SUCK. sorry i never answered you but i was literally drowning in school and mental health and my own tears and then i broke my wrist like 2 weeks ago so i never really got around to answer your question about my dream! buckle up, it’s a long one (that’s what she said (i’m so sorry.. i hate me too)) aNyWaY so we were in the airport all of the sudden and like we lost our baggage and everything but we got on our flight to la anyway and then there was this 1/?

child and it kept screaming and crying and when we landed i kicked it down the stairs and it just laid there on the ground and everyone thought it was dead and everyone’s just starring at me and u slowly backed out like “idk this bitch” but the child was alive and everything was fine. so after a while we got to the hotel and we wanted to nap and i got this call from cody asking if we would be down to meet up with him and kelsey (we said yes obviously) so we went to their place ‘n i fell asleep on their couch and you and cody drew all over my face and put it on instagram ‘n shit. later noel came over and we just talked and we started to talk about avengers and we geeked about it and noel was like “yo kaili, that tom holland as ur homescreen?” and u were like “it’s not what it looks like pls don’t tell my gf” and cody nonchalantly “we just filmed with him, wanted to come around later, wanna meet him?” duh. and they were asking us about our luggage and shit so we told them we lost it they gave us all their new merch like EVERYTHING and we were like “sick” so we got all mushy and u just looked at me going “remember when u gave me that hoodie and surprised me?” and on cue we all went “SUGAR GAY” and it was such a lovely time and we filmed some stuff did some podcast shit and then we met with tom holland and the tmg boys and it was a DREAM tom looked so good and we were all drunk and told stories and giggling and it was such a GOOD TIME AH. so after a while we said our goodbyes to tom and he gave me his number telling me to text him for breakfast the next day and noel was like let’s crash at my place tonight so we all went to his and we watched hsm 2 and aleena went on this whole ass rant how chad said he didn’t dance nor sing but did it all the way since the first movie and then i woke up again )): but i had a similar dream not too long ago and ugh! those are the best dreams. but can we talk ab the fact that i have my own tag on here? it makes me soft oh and recently i saw something and i was like “i needa text kaili!” but then i remember i’m ur cody anon and u don’t know who i am lol but when u reblogged that post with the pfp for ur cody and noel bff and u said “me and my cody anon” bro i still think ab it to this day. and my ocd is super bad as well but i hope ur on christmas break soon/already? and you get all the love u deserve? and ur happy? and doing good? i love u dude. BTW can we talk ab chili??? THEYRE THE CUTEST AND i would die for them! ok i think that’s it (sorry if you got some asks like 7 times but idk if tumblr actually sent them the first time bc it’s being a bitch rn and i probably forgot to say something after the first time writing these so im sorry )): ahhh i’m going insane) bye now and love u lots -cody

yoooo i’ve been wondering where you’ve been bro!! YOU BROKE YOUR WRIST??? are you good?? and YOU KICKED A CHILD DOWN THE STAIRS IN YOUR DREAM??? HELLO?? what am i gonna do with you omg... oh also i was on the phone with my gf when you sent the asks and i read the part about the tom holland stuff and “please don’t tell my gf” to her and she was like “like i don’t already know” which i mean... true. but wow that sounds like such a great dream :’) (the ones with me always do ahaha (kidding)). also i did see chili and i can confirm that i would also die for him!!!

i just got off on christmas break on friday!! i had my last exam that morning ugh but then i got to drive home and then fly out the next day to see morgyn :)) i’m doing aight overall, the past semster has been admittedly pretty rough but i’m optimistic about the next, and i’m super glad to be on Christmas break!!! i hope you’re doing well also and i just wanted to lyk that i’ve also had ocd for a few years now and i know how much it fucking sucks so if you ever want to talk about it w someone i’m here xx

-noel

[fanfiction-fanfictioneverywhere]

Challenge - Part 7

Pairing: Halfdan x female reader

Tags: A lil fluff and a little stuff to make ya’ll teary eyed.

A/N: I felt really bad for taking forever to post an update that I decided you guys deserved two. Sorry if it’s out of character, I thought the story needed a little extra drama lol

Part 6

The next few days you were in and out of consciousness, the pain overwhelming you especially when jostled by the movement of the boat crashing against the waves. When you dreamt your dreams were dark and mysterious. Forced to watch Ragnar and Sigurd die over and over again. You now were laying awake staring at the ceiling of your home, your throat dry and your lips cracked.

Turning your head slightly to the side you saw Halfdan sleeping by your side, laying with one arm outstretched toward you. You were fairly certain he hadn’t left your side since he scooped you up on the battle field. Slowly you sat up, testing the strength of your arms. While they shook slightly you were able to sit up, the wound a dull but ever present ache.

You glanced back over to your lover. He had stubble on his cheeks and his hair was growing back on the side of his scalp. His sleep seemed deep so you shifted to stand and get something to drink.

“Y/N, get back here.” Halfdan’s voice was deep and seemed to echo off of the walls.

You turned back to see him still laying there with his black eyes staring at you intently. When you didn’t come back he stood and moved to stand in front of you. His hands went to the back of your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair.

“You have to rest. The healer said you were lucky that you lived. I won’t lose you because you’re stubborn.” His voice was quiet and soft, the tone reflected in his gaze.

You found yourself somehow surprised at the tenderness he was displaying. He seemed to note your confusion, some of the gentleness leaving his face.

“We professed our love for each other, yet you still doubt me.” His voice remained soft but you could hear the hint of discouragement in his voice.

“You’re the brother to a king, one of the greatest kings Vikings have ever known. I am a shield maiden in debt to an opposing yet equal king. What makes me special?” Your voice dropped to a whisper as you allowed the initial fear you had swirl back to the surface.

Internally you cursed yourself, the excessive sleep and pain was making your weak and emotional. Not proper behavior of a shield maiden. Halfdan’s amused chuckle broke your focus.

“Y/N, you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met. Do you not realize how high a favor you have with King Ragnar? You may as well be his daughter. He was angry with his own flesh and blood for not protecting you better.” A smirk stretching across his face. “You are beautiful and powerful. Men should be groveling at your feet begging for you to just gaze their way.”

You pressed a searing kiss against his lips. One of his hands went to the back of your head, keeping you against him. His grip finally relax and you pulled away just for him to pull you back and lean his forehead against the top of yours. You both stood there silent just reveling in the presence of each other.

You let out a jagged breath, gazing up at your lover’s eyes.

“Take me back with you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, nervous about his response.

Halfdan’s eyes betrayed surprise for a brief second before a grin spread across his face. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him.

“My shield maiden, are you sure?” He murmured, a smirk still on his face.

You pause for a moment, chewing your lip while gazing at your man’s eyes. Finally you nod your head moving forward to kiss Halfdan again. This kiss was gentle and soft, rare for the Viking warrior. You both pulled back, a small moment of bliss between you two.

“You’ll have to tell Ragnar.” Halfdan reminded you.

You sighed. A few months ago you wouldn’t have even fathomed leaving Kattegat. It was your home. Ragnar and his family had been kind to you. You couldn’t remain as a friend to the king’s family for the rest of your life. One day the boys would all be married off and happy. Ragnar and Aslaug would pass on. Then you’d be out of luck. You had to look out for yourself.

“We’re due to leave tomorrow. If you really want to leave, you’ll have to tell Ragnar tonight.” Halfdan’s voice was gentle, you guessed he could see the turmoil in your eyes.

You took a deep breath, glancing over at the door frame where your cloak hung. Halfdan reached up and caressed your cheek. The sun was setting and you knew your time was short. Pushing aside your guilt you grabbed your cloak and exited your home quickly.

The spring air was still cold with the absence of the sun. You could hear Halfdan close your door behind him as he followed you to the great hall. Your hands were balled in fists as you tried to swallow the growing knot in your throat.

The great hall was fairly empty, only Ragnar and his family were there speaking with some citizens you didn’t really recognize. Ragnar’s eyes brightened as he saw you and stood excitedly.

“Y/N! You’re up!” He called out, causing everyone’s eyes to go to you.

Your cheeks flushed as Aslaug stood as well and motioned for you to move closer. Slowly you walked to them, keeping your eyes downcast. You glanced back to see Halfdan hanging back at the entrance, he gave you a gentle smile and nodded toward the Ragnar.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Ivar’s voice drew your attention. “I should have seen the attack coming.”

The sons of Ragnar all sat around a table near the platform where Aslaug sat and Ragnar now stood. Ivar reached out trying to take your hand. You moved close enough that you could place a hand on his head.

“Do not worry young prince. It was battle.” You gave him a small reassuring smile.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Ragnar’s voice took a concerned tone.

You sighed, gazing at the sons of Ragnar. All the boys’ eyes were on you, their gazes were also worried. You stroked the youngest’s hair, his normally emotionless eyes also appeared panicked. This was going to be even harder than you originally thought. You walked away from them slowly, standing before the platform.

You cleared your throat before finally gazing up at your king.

“I’ve decided to leave Kattegat.” Your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

Ragnar’s tongue flicked across his lower lip before chuckling and shaking his head. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the boys, the look of shock on Aslaug’s face was enough to make you feel guilty for the rest of your life.

“I knew this was coming.” Ragnar finally spoke, a smirk on his face. “I just didn’t expect it this soon.”

He slowly walked toward you, stepping down from the platform. You bowed your head, still nervous about his reaction. Surprisingly you felt strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you to an equally strong chest.

“I lost a daughter a long time ago, Y/N.” Ragnar’s voice was barely a whisper. “But there were a few years that I felt that I had regained that daughter in you.”

You felt your lip quiver, feeling the weight of the secret that your king told you. For a brief second you regretted your choice and wished you could take back your words.

“But I forgot that if you were my daughter, you’d be as independent and stubborn as me.” He chuckled quietly, causing you to laugh as well.

Ragnar stepped back, holding you at arm’s length hints of tears sitting in your leader’s eyes. “You will be missed, Y/N.”

You felt tears threatening your own eyes as you gaze at the man who stood in for your father since his death.  You knew it was going to be hard but this was more painful than you could ever imagine.

Ragnar turn to the entrance and motioned for Halfdan to enter. He walked over to stand at your side, placing a supportive hand on your back.

“I know I don’t need to say this but I’m going to anyway. The woman next to you has fought for where she stands today. You’re a lucky man.” Ragnar’s eyes were steely as he looked at his friend next to you. “May the gods smile on your union and bless you like they’ve blessed me.”

You gazed over at your lover, your heart pounding with the words your king just spoke. The gravity of the situation hitting you. Leaving with Halfdan would mean that you not only accepted his courtship but his yet unspoken marriage proposal as well.

“The gods have already blessed me beyond measure.” Halfdan acknowledged, his voice gruff.

Ragnar smile and nodded, seemingly satisfied with his reply. He reached toward you again, cradling your face.

“I know I’m not your father Y/N but you have my blessing, not just as your king. We will all feel the loss of your skills on the battlefield and your presence in our home.” He pulled your head to him so he could kiss your temple again.

You smile at the ground, you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at the boys. Only a few months ago you had told them that you would never leave but now here you stood, saying goodbye.

Finally, you looked up at the Viking in front of you. “Thank you, King Ragnar. I will never forget the kindness you and your family have shown me.”

Slowly you turned to face the boys. Ivar had turned his back to you, his figure hunched over the table, no doubt feeling betrayed. Ubbe and Sigurd stared at you, there was no shock on their faces but they both looked rather crestfallen. Sigurd still look quite surprised.

You walked back over to them. Ubbe and Sigurd stood and embraced you in turn, whispering soft goodbyes. You gingerly placed a hand on Ivar’s shoulder and felt him tense. Instead of saying goodbye you gave a soft kiss to the boy’s hair before looking up to face Sigurd. The boy looked as if he’d been struck by lightning.

“Goodbye Sigurd.” You mumbled quietly, before turning toward the door.

Halfdan followed you out and shut the door to the great hall behind you both. You stood for a moment in front of the building, gazing around the village. You would miss it.

“I love you Y/N. I meant what I said.” His voice held its usual gruffness.

“I know,” you murmured back. “I love you too.”

Part 8

[xiaobanh]

too many tags lol

so i got tagged by ppl for tag games 50 years ago so i figured i’d just do them all at once LOL thanks to those who tagged me! i tag anyone who wants to do this :D

tagged by: @the-exocist​ , @fuckingminseok​ , @chabakan​

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better Nickname: tiff Starsign: sagittarius Height: 5′3 Time right now: 6:07pm Last thing I googled: ready for it taylor swift review (wasn’t sure if i liked it or not LOL) Favorite music artist: IU, exo, beyonce Song stuck in my head: crawl out of love - illenium Last movie I watched: inglorious basterds (so good omg) What are you wearing right now: gray tank top and shorts When did you create this blog: uhmmm august of 2012??? What kind of stuff do you post: well now it’s a lot of photography and aesthetic stuff LOL Do you have any other blogs: i do, but they’re both inactive and i’m planning on deleting one  Do you get asks regularly: nah, i’ll get one every now and then (whenever @174cents​ sends me an ask lol) Why did you choose your URL: in a roommate episode with pcy, he was keeping score for a game and he drew them in a really cute way so everyone called him chancasso  Gender: Female Hogwarts House: ravenpuff :D Favorite Color: i love pink Average hours of sleep: around 7 hours?? Lucky number: 9 Favorite character: hermione granger! How many blankets do you sleep with: 2, one covers the bed and the other covers me :D Dream job: biology teacher Following: 111

Posts: 1131 (used to be like 30,000 something but i cleared out a LOT)

Dream Trip: a stop in all the countries around the world, done in one year

Favourite celebrity: uhmmm chris pratt, john krasinski, emilia clark, zendaya

Favourite book: Dairy of a wimpy kid (I can relate so much to it,lol)

This or That Tag

1. Disney or Studio Ghibli? Studio Ghibli all the way 2. A book or a movie? both! 3. Comedies or scary movies? comedies pls scary movies make me so paranoid 4. Emotional or logical? i’m logical sometimes but i’m also very very emotional lol 5. Pastel colors or dark colors? Pastels 6. Candles or incense? Candles 7. Summer or winter? winter, i’m over summer 8. Museum or aquarium? both tbh 9. Halloween or Christmas? christmas aLL THE WAY 10. Peppermint or spearmint? are they not the same.... 11. Cake or pie? Cake 12. Forests or fields? Forests 13. Morning shower or evening shower? mornings, but i dislike having to wake up 30 mins earlier :( 14. Massive mansion or cozy cottage? Cozy cottage 15. Dinosaur kid or space kid? SPACE

questions questions ^^

Tagged by: @influentyeol (thank u cynthia <333)

1. Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

what

2. What were you doing at 11PM last night?

watching inglorious basterds with my best friend

3. How do you feel about 3AM?

3 am is very peaceful and quiet and if i’m awake i’m either watching a drama or studying for a test

4. I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

nOPE

5. You can drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

water (noice cynthia)

6. Do you like hickeys?

yes, but preferably in a place that can be easily covered by clothes (i don’t trust concealer bc it rubs off D:)

7. Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

right now, nope!

8. Do you always answer your texts?

i’m actually really bad at answering texts/message bc i’m rly busy during the day and i get tired when i’m at home, but i try my best to answer within 2-3 days

9. Last time you talked to one of your best friends?

on the phone, yesterday. over message, like 2 mins ago

10. Are you a silent or talkative person?

i’m fairly talkative, i like meeting new people, but if i’m in class or smth i won’t talk to ppl i don’t know unless i need to

11. Is anyone else in the room with you?

nope

12. Do you cry easily?

not really, i only cry when i’m watching a movie or a kdrama

13. What is your family like?

p cool, we’ve been through a lot but we’re okay now

14. What was your last text message?

i’ll see you friday then! (to the student i’m tutoring lol)

15. Most embarrassing moment?

so like i was at this party for labor day at my friend’s house and everyone was in the pool swimming and then someone was like ‘let’s have a race’ and i’m like hECK YES bc i used to be a competitive swimmer and swimming gets me excited but like i forgot i had on a bikini and that bikinis are definitely not ideal for competitive swimming and i was like all ready, and then when i push off the wall my boTTOMS ALMOST COME COMPLETELY OFF so like while i’m swimming across this tiny ass pool i’m like frantically trying to pull them up with each stroke and like not only did that happen, i also finished LAST and to this day i still don’t know if anyone saw my buttcrack while i was swimming

16. If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

i was about to say one on my nose, but i don’t think i’m edgy enough to rock a nose piercing LMFAO

17. Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?

i’m so glad i’m done with summer classes

18. Where are you going on your next vacation?

no idea tbh i haven’t gone on a legit vacation in a while

19. Where have you lived most of your life?

socal

20. Do you curse around your parents?

uhmmm i haven’t said anything worse than ‘shit’ around them i think lol

21. Are you happy with where you live?

i guess so, like i’ve been at my house for like 3/4 years now and there are times where i still miss my old neighborhood bc the neighbors were so nice there, and like this neighborhood is so suburban and the ppl are all like fake nice, but we keep to ourselves and i like my room so i’m happy

22. Words you can’t spell half the time?

massachusetts and sagittarius LOL

23. What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

watching inglorious basterds with my best friend

24. Do you cook?

every now and then

25. Name four things that you wish you had!

money, my own apartment

26. Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

yeah!

27. How is your hair?

the bottom half is messed up bc of bleach so i gotta get it cut and redone lol i rly wanna do a gray ombre

28. Think back to January 2007, were you single?

YES LMAO i was like 11 then omg

29. Are you nice to everyone?

i try to be!

30. How do you feel about sea aquariums?

I LVOE THEM

music shuffle thingy! i’m supposed to put my music on shuffle and post it

tagged by: @pcyoshie​

1. if i get drunk today - suran

2. it’s you - super junior

3. no jam - kisum

4. congratulations - day6

5. i’ll pick you up - standing egg

6. good thing - NCT 127

7. drip, drip, drip - standing egg

8. i like that - sistar

9. wind beneath your wings - mc the max

10. second lover - standing egg ft. san e

i recommend all these songs tbh other than good thing, i like that, and no jam, they’re all p mellow and great for studying/relaxing ^^

All Tag Game

Tagged by: @the-19th-cloud (deactivated :( )

Rule: list your URL in song titles 

C - complex - zion t ft. g-dragon

H - how do you think - cheeze

A - and july - heize ft. dean 

N - no makeup - zion t

C - cover up - taeyeon

A - all for you - seo in guk & eunji

S - stay - blackpink

S - stop the rain - eric nam

O - oasis - crush ft. zico

If you receive this, post random things about yourself and then pass it on.

i’m currently a student teacher and i’m enjoying it so much :’)

i’m no longer in a relationship and i am happier now

i really like pretty/aesthetic things

i love my dog

her name is maisie

and i love her

Rules: 9 questions, 9 answers and 9 cute people (or as many as you want ☺️)

1. What was the last movie you saw?

inglorious basterds

2. What was the last song you listened to?

crawl outta love - illenium

3. What was the last show you watched?

the office

4. What was the last book you read?

game of thrones by george rr martin

5. What was the last thing you ate?

noodles with stir fried veggies and tofu

6. If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?

i’m happy where i’m at now LOL

7. If you won the lotto and millions of cash, what would be the first thing you buy?

pay off the house, finish paying for uni, and then save the rest LOL

8. What fictional character would you like to hang out with for a day?

jon snow bc you know.... ;)

9. What was the last fandom you joined?

rick and morty!