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queenofimagines · 4 years

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It’s Happened Before

Request: “heyy can you do one where y/n normally plays hard to get around guys but when she’s really drunk one guy won’t leave her alone and jj saves her. When he takes her home he’s super sweet and y/n is all over him, he likes it because he has a huge crush on her but then he feels bad bc he doesn’t want to take advantage. At some point y/n thinks that he will take advantage of her in her drunk mind and she says it’s happened before. ((Also love ur writing sm))💜” by @maybebanks

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault

Notes: I’ve never written a fic with sexual assault before so I apologize if it’s inaccurate or insensitive in any way, I promise that is not my intention. If any of you find any discrepancies in my writing of it or find anything offending please let me know so I can fix it and so I can pay attention to it in the future. Thank you!

Also, this ended up being really long... sorry not sorry :)

You loved playing hard to get, and JJ loved that you never made it easy for him. He fell for your spit-fire attitude right away and since then had never stopped trying to make you his. If you were being honest, though, you liked this little game of cat and mouse that you and JJ had started when you met. You liked how he followed you around like a lost puppy, but you also took pride in the fact that you got the JJ Maybank, notorious for only ever having one night stands, to want you and only you.

Everyone knew of your little game, many already thinking of you as JJ’s girl and referring to you as such because of how inevitable it was that you two would end up together. You hoped they were right, and that you and JJ would end up in an actual relationship. You were young, you knew that you still needed to figure out exactly what you wanted out of life and where you wanted it to go, but to you, one thing was for certain: no matter what happened or where you went, you wanted JJ Maybank to be there. But you were scared, scared that he’d get bored of you, scared that he only liked you for the chase. You were by no means a thrill-seeker, often opting to go with the safer options when John B presented you guys with whatever adventurous scheme he had come up with. JJ, on the other hand, liked to run headfirst into danger without even so much as a plan, something that made you uneasy. You were sure that when the chase was over you’d have a few weeks of bliss before the realization that you weren’t actually what JJ wanted would hit him like a sucker punch and that he’d leave you like so many others had. What you didn’t know, though, was that JJ was by no means in it for the thrill of the chase.

JJ saw right through you. He knew that your quick wit was a way for you to cover up your fear and your pain. He knew that fear and pain caused you to lead him on this chase in the first place. And sure, he liked it when you played hard to get, but that wasn’t what drew him in. JJ fell in love with the way you cared about him and the other Pogues. He fell for the way you always seemed to have just enough time in your busy schedule to help Kiara clean up the litter that so many had carelessly left behind at keggers, how you always seemed to have just enough time to cook for John B when he wasn’t taking care of himself like he should have, how you always seemed to know exactly what to say to calm down Pope when he got anxious, how you always kept him out late enough so that he would just have to spend the night with you instead of going home, and how, when it was necessary for him to go home, you always seemed to “accidentally” leave your blankets in his room during winter when you knew it would be freezing. JJ fell in love with you because you cared about him in a way no one else had before, the chase you led him on was just part of the fun, but even without it JJ still would have stared at you as if you had hung the moon just for him.

It was the beginning of summer, and high time for you and the Pogues to throw yet another kegger to kick it off. You, for one, were more than happy to get uninhibitedly drunk to drown out the insecurities you had when it came to your maybe-relationship with JJ. You were on your fourth cup of beer by now, the party only having started less than an hour ago, and to say you were plastered was an understatement. You didn’t have a particularly high tolerance, you and the rest of the Pogues were very aware of that, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to get wasted and have fun. JJ knew something was up with you when you chugged your first beer right away as you weren’t the chugging type. All of the Pogues noticed your strange behavior too. They knew that you were the kind of person to sip your beer until you were buzzed and keep yourself in that state but never surpass it. JJ knew something was wrong and assured Kiara, John B, and Pope that he would keep an eye on you when they brought up that one of them should stay sober enough to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. He reasoned with them, stating that since he was the only one of the four who hadn’t had at least three beers by this point that he would be the best bet to stay sober. The Pogues were confused, knowing JJ to be the first of them to get completely hammered, but they didn’t question him, instead agreeing and turning back to the party. What he neglected to tell them was that he had already made up his mind to stay sober and watch over you at the beginning of the party and that his decision to have only one beer, although it was more like half a beer since he was trying to be as completely sober as possible without it looking too suspicious, was purposely made before anyone else had even noticed how off you were acting.

You were unaware of the lingering eyes on you, you were also unaware that the eyes staring at your figure weren’t just JJ’s. A boy around your age, a Touron you guessed based on his sweatshirt which sported some college that you just knew wasn’t from anywhere near the Outer Banks, had seen you dancing with some old acquaintances of yours and decided it was time to approach you. You didn’t notice him coming up behind you, but JJ did, he didn’t dare make a move though, knowing you hated that macho bullshit and were perfectly capable of handling yourself, but he was still on edge when the boy placed his hands on your hips.

You thought the boy was JJ, really you did. But the second you pressed your back into him you knew you were sorely mistaken. You quickly turned around, eyeing the boy who had put his hands on you not mere seconds before, telling him to go away. You didn’t want him, you wanted JJ, and even your drunk self knew that you would never want to be dancing with anybody else.

“Come on, baby, let’s just have some fun,” the boy said, grabbing your hips again. But you resisted, pushing him away and beginning to walk away in the hopes that you could find said blondie.

“Hey! Don’t walk away from me,” the boy said, tightly grabbing onto your bicep. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you that it’s rude to ignore someone who’s talking to you?”

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that you shouldn’t be grabbing girls like that?” JJ responded, having seen the interaction from where he stood near the keg and immediately making his way over to you.

“Listen, buddy, I wasn’t talking to you.” The boy stepped closer to JJ, pushing you out of the way and causing you to trip and fall onto the sand. That did it for JJ, who began throwing punches at the Touron who dared lay a hand on you. The Touron didn’t stand a chance against JJ and you quickly realized that you would have to stop him from killing the boy.

“JJ,” you said meekly, hoping that your voice was loud enough to hear. You didn’t want to talk much louder, your head already pounding from the sudden shift of your body when you fell. But he couldn’t hear you, not over the sound of the crowd egging on the fight.

“JJ!” You yelled, already regretting the decision when you felt the throbbing in your head get worse. JJ stopped, looking over at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Can we just go, please?”

JJ slowly nodded, letting go of the Touron and carefully picking you up to take you back to the Chateau. He sat you down on the couch, beginning to move away to turn the lights on, but your grip on his hand was vice-like.

“Y/N, let me turn on the lights, alright sweetheart?”

“No, stay.” JJ couldn’t fight you when you looked so sleepy and utterly adorable. He made his way next to you on the couch where you proceeded to practically fall into his lap. JJ moved so that you were lying comfortably against him, sure that you would probably just fall right asleep. But instead of hearing your soft snores, he felt your hand reach up into his hair and your lips gently trail across his neck. His heart rate sped up, loving the soft attention he was receiving and pulling you closer, running his hands along your sides, only stopping when he heard your breath hitch and felt your body tense.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“N-nothing,” you responded.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He said quickly, afraid that you thought he only wanted to have sex with you and feeling like he was taking advantage of your state of mind by not stopping you from delivering the physical affection he craved. You quickly sat up, staring at him with watery eyes full of disbelief.

“You-you’re not going to...?” You trailed off, not wanting to say it.

“Sweetheart, I’d never take advantage of you like that. Even if you wanted to I wouldn’t let you, you’re not in your right mind right now and I need you to be fully aware if we do this.” He said, thinking that the tears in your eyes and the look on your face were caused by disappointment. Before he knew it you had launched yourself at him, tightly hugging him to you while you sobbed into his shoulder. JJ was beyond confused at this point but he knew that he just needed to be here for you right now. He slowly wrapped his hands around you so as not to startle you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?”

“For not taking advantage of me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that, sweetheart, I’d never do that to you.” You sniffled, mumbling a response. He dearly hoped you didn’t say what he thought you said, but the waver in your voice at the words you spoke was unmistakable.

“It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.” JJ’s heart broke. Someone had taken advantage of you? He quickly pulled you away from him in order to look at you.

“Who?” He questioned. He was beyond angry, ready to fight the person who had made you feel like you needed to thank him for being a decent fucking human being. You shook your head.

“Some Touron a couple of months ago.” A couple of months ago? How did he not know? How could he have let that happen to you?

“We snuck away from the party, I thought he just wanted to talk but I was just being stupid. He was older and made me feel special so I followed along when he suggested we go somewhere else. H-he started touching me, I didn’t want him to. I told him to stop but he didn’t. He started kissing me and then we heard a gunshot. He bolted as soon as he heard it and I tried to come and find you guys.” You were sobbing at this point, not wanting to remember the moment having not fully processed the situation. JJ began crying too, angry that he didn’t protect you and angry that you had been struggling with this alone.

“No, no, no, that’s not your fault. You weren’t being stupid, okay? I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, what could he have said? What happened to you wasn’t okay and he wasn’t sure how to handle it either, so he pulled you close to him, letting you cry into his chest despite the pain it caused him to hear your broken sobs. Soon you fell asleep, the rest of the Pogues having come back to the Chateau not too long after, quietly asking JJ if you were alright. JJ shook his head, silently telling them that they’d have that conversation tomorrow. They all nodded, John B heading to his room and Pope and Kie heading to the spare room to give you guys some space.

As JJ lay in the dark, calmed by your steady breathing, he stroked his hand through your hair and promised you that he would protect you, no matter what.

#obx #obx x reader #obx imagine #obx one shot #obx oneshot #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks one shot #outer banks oneshot #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank oneshot #rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #466

“she is the butcher, she wants the air / she hides the scars under her hair”

Who do you think cares the most about you? My mom. What do you do when you’re pissed off? Isolate and cry. Have you ever had unprotected sex? Good luck catchin' me do that. What did your mother study at university? Social work. What was the last thing you took a video of? I have zero idea. What is your least favorite kind of weather? Hot and humid weather can actually fuck off. What was the last housework you did? Does changing my cat's litter count? Have you ever had famous neighbors? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever lived in a small community where everyone knew each other? Nope. Have you ever actually drank warm milk? NO EW EW EW EW EW Do you talk to your pets? If you don't, are you REALLY a pet parent??????? Who is a famous person you could see yourself reading a biography about? He's always said he doesn't want to but I really hope Mark writes an autobiography one day alskdjklafjw;ejr Are there any numbers you dislike for any reason? No. What skill that you have do you make most use of? idk man Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? Nah. Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? No. Have you ever ate so much you puked? No. Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance? Sometimes/some places yes, other times/places, no. Would you rather eat cookies or brownies? It would probably change with what I'm feeling, but I lean towards a nice center piece brownie. :^) If you’re out late, where are you likely to be? This literally never happens. Do you ever visit your mall’s arcade (if it has one)? Our mall is lame as fuck. It definitely doesn't have one. What’s your absolute favorite topic to discuss? Mark, lmao. What is your least favorite topic to discuss? Politics. Have you ever been confined to a wheelchair? "Confined" seems like a strong word, but a nurse did give me one at the doctor's office when I massively tore a ligament in my foot and could barely walk at all. If you have a job, who’s your closest friend at work? Don't remind me that I don't have a job. Have you told anyone you love them today? Not yet, but I'm sure I will later. Have you ever worked in an office? No, but I guess that's what I'm going to wind up going for once I'm ready to job-hunt again... It feels sad that I'm actually aiming for the cubicle life now just because my interaction with people would be much more limited than with most other jobs. Who does the grocery shopping in your house? My mom. Do you prefer margarine or butter, and why? I don't even know if I'd recognize the taste difference. Have you ever been in serious trouble at work or school? No. Do you have any strange fears or phobias that you’re embarrassed of? That I'm embarrassed of, no. Can you smell anything right now? No. Have you ever tried coconut water? No. Which Asian country would you like to visit the most? Idk. Maybe Japan? How old were your parents when they got engaged? I have no idea. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. If so, would you be prepared to perform CPR if necessary? No. Have you ever ‘done it’ in a hotel room? No. Just the idea grosses me out. Where is your next vacation? Couldn't tell ya, buddy. Which are better black or green olives? I'm not a fan of black olives, and I won't even TRY green ones. They just look so fucking disgusting to me. Does your car have a backup camera? Mom's doesn't. Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? No. Do you have a preferred brand of bottled water? Essentia. Is your skin more oily, dry, or combination? It's a combination depending on the location. Where did you meet your current significant other? High school band. What kind of house do you wish you lived in? One that's in the woods. What was the last compliment you received from an old lady? I don't have a clue. Do you know how to cut hair? Properly, no. Have you ever had a classmate die? I believe maybe once? If you have a song stuck in your head, what is it? I recently discovered "Foxy, Foxy" by Rob Zombie and it's Good Stuff. Do you tend to space out a lot? Very much so. What people have changed your life for the better? My parents, my psychiatrist, a PHP therapist, Sara, debatably Jason... Have you ever had any kind of dangerous addiction? What’s this addiction? Caffeine, I guess. Are your parents still married, divorced, or split up? Like this decision? They're divorced, and while it sucks for your parents to split up, it's a decision that I definitely approve of given all they ever did was fight when I was growing up. Them staying together would've been very destructive. Have you ever heard of Hollywood Undead? Do you like them? Well yeah, and I like a large number of songs to where I'd consider myself a fan. I actually had a shirt in high school. Has anyone ever called you a coward before? Who called you that? I don't believe so. Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Do you think he’s awesome/dumb? Honestly, yes. Like he's done dumb shit, but has more than sufficiently apologized for it in my opinion and changed his behavior for the better. I also - astonishingly - like his music quite a bit. As well, his work ethic is fucking INCREDIBLE, like extremely admirable. Has your grandmother ever made you anything? Not including cookies. I don't think so. I don't even think she ever liked me. Do you disgust anyone? Did they tell you that? Why is this, anyways? Not that I know of. When was the last time you cried, and why (if you want to share)? I don't remember, actually. Probably just about life. Who was the last person who was rude to you? *shrug* Do you have a relationship with God? lol no, and even if I believed in him, I wouldn't have a remotely decent opinion of that entity. Is weed legal in your state? No. Have you ever thrown up in class? In kindergarten, yes. What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? As a kid, being a girl, I was so embarrassed by liking Pokemon. Now, I am literally wearing an Eeveelutions shirt and went out in public lmao. I couldn't care less about loving them cuties. Have you ever walked outside in below zero weather? No; I've never experienced those temperatures. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yes, but I was sitting down. I would be WAY too scared of dropping a baby otherwise. Are a ton of your Facebook friends getting married and having kids now? I legitimately think most of my friends on there already have kids and/or are married/engaged. It's triggering sometimes and was a massive motivator for me taking a break from there. What’s something you believe in that most people don’t? So uh, I hope this doesn't sound insensitive given how it just passed, but I 100% believe the U.S. government was to some extent involved in 9/11. There is an incredible amount of evidence when you do the research. Is there anyone who’s dear in your heart who’s going down the wrong path? I worry about one of my good friends quite a bit. She is horribly addicted to pot (like, she admits it) in a state where it's not legal, and I'm concerned she'll face legal repercussions eventually. She also dates an absolute lowlife asshole, but they've been together for a very long time, and I just worry about how that might damage her later down the road. Do you get enough sleep? God, it never feels like it. What’s something you wish you would have known sooner? That college wouldn't work for me. Like, I dropped out of three. I do NOT want to know the debt I'm in. What’s the next big project you plan to start? Idk. Possibly something for Girt's birthday because Mom really pissed me off and doesn't want to spend *any*thing to help me get something for him. Is that bad on my end? Like she pointed out he knows I don't work, but like... come on. He's my bf, one of my greatest friends ever, and you can't spare anything? I really don't know if that's selfish or not; it's just that if I get him nothing, I will feel like ACTUAL garbage. So making something may just be my only option. I just dunno what... Do you think you were cute in your baby pictures? omg yes, idk what happened Do you remember pre-school? A lot of it, yes. My long-term memory is pretty damn amazing. Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? Yes. Does your town have a farmer’s market? I think so? Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Pokemon GO, lol. How old were you when you met your current best friend? Around 11. What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Photography is coming real fuckin close. I've been trying to go somewhere with that for YEARS. Would you rather read a book, or listen to the audiobook? Physically read. I think my attention would stray listening to an audiobook. Do you think tomorrow will be a better day than today? It's possible, idk. I had a doctor's appointment today that absolutely slaughtered my mood, so I feel fucking horrific, but Girt is also coming over today, and I'm sure he'll cheer me up. I won't see him tomorrow, so that's a bummer. With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? Sara. What is the last thing you complained about? It's hot as shit outside. Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? 13 Reasons Why. What was the last topic that you ranted about? Anti-vax bullshit. Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Bitch, me. Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? No. What did you do last Halloween? Literally nothing on the actual holiday. :/ Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real… just once? ... To get out of school, yes. :x What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? I am still positively livid about Texas' "heartbeat bill." Fuck that place and fuck that law. What is one insecurity you have about your body? Um, everything???? What is one part of your body that you are proud of? Nothing????

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''foxy foxy'' by rob zombie

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nirvhannahcornell · 4 years

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Firstly I would like to mention this is NOT the real nirvhannahcornell, this is a burner account made to call out her questionable and horrible actions. The real nirvhannah is known now as “josiebelladonna” and can be found here: @josiebelladonna. She changed her URL and didn’t save this one so I jumped on the golden opportunity.

Some of you may be familiar with Hannah, you’ve probably seen her around on your dash, in the tags of your favorites. She’s there posting fanart and fanfiction, it seems all like harmless fun on the surface. But deep below there’s a grim fuckin reality, a reality no one is talking about. We’ve all sat back and watched her hellish meltdowns. Picking fights with her “fans” because they like her post opposed to reblogging them, getting in public squabbles with her friends over petty shit. We’ve sat back and stayed silent, but I’m not staying quiet any longer. I’ve tried sending her asks to explain herself and without fail every time she’s said tumblr fuckin “ate them” so the next best thing was a public callout. Let’s see the matrix glitch this shit.

The perfect place to begin with her fucking crimes have to be how she tries to push the idea that she’s mixed. I’m fully aware it’s fucked up to call someone’s race to attention like this, and I definitely wouldn’t be if she wasn’t completely faking and tossing racial slurs around like her lilywhite ass can claim them. To my knowledge and to the research I’ve done, Hannah isn’t mixed. Her dad and brother are fully white and so is she. She’s tried to claim having “african blood” and “native american blood” (of course she says I*dian but we’ll get into that later), but from what I’ve seen there is no “african blood”, I’m 100% sure she did a test on ancestry.com and saw she was .0000001% african american and decided to call herself mixed. The “native american blood” she claims to have is ALLEGEDLY from her great grandfather, but I’d take that fact with a grain of salt because she seems to be a compulsive liar.

(Note how her racist ass unabashedly says I*jun for everyone to see. But it’s okay guys, she’s 1/64th Native American!)

(Here she is claiming to be mixed race. Notice how she says “I*dian roots” and “African Blood”. That shit busted as fuck like what the fuck does she even…)

(Here’s some more posts claiming to have “black heritage” and then somehow making it about how Joey “talked about her” on a podcast. (I’ll get into that too (: )

This isn’t the first instance of her using racial slurs publicly for you me and god to see. We’re all looking and I wish I couldn’t see. Here’s a few examples.

(“My I*jun boy” “I*jun orange” I literally cannot make this bullshit up.)

(“My I*dian beauty” “my favorite I*dian'' (she is also grungeandmetalfanfics btw!!))

She claims she can say these things, I guess because she’s .0000000004% Native American! Makes it a-OK! I guess because she has “African Blood” she can say the N-Word then? No? Oh well, she did it anyway!

(Her argument, I’m guessing, is she can say I*jun because Joey (an actual Native American man) says it. Which makes no fucking sense because shes fucking white she can’t say it.)

If this wasn’t insane enough. As if it could possibly get even more horrible. She is overall just genuinely a bad person. If you ever supported her art with a like, you would know. Because apparently that shit peeves the fuck out of her. Even though you’re showing your support she loses her fucking mind when you don’t reblog anything she’s produced. (I don’t blame you it’s shit anyways) And then tries to guilt all of her followers into reblogging her shit. It’s manipulative and horrible.

(this didn’t last of course she's too full of herself to stay away.)

Note how she makes it seem like she was blessing us with her content. Did you know she existed before this? She plagues fandom tags with her shitty fanart and fanfiction thinking we should bow to her and be fucking blessed with her presence. Maybe we should, she claims to have a fond relationship with Chris Cornell!

Oh.. Wait…

(one of the 2 interactions she had with him, both pertaining to fanart she drew. He would do this often, respond to fans and their fanarts. This is nothing special)

(Her dad calling her out on her delusions)

Don’t let her fool you. Her and Chris Cornell didn’t know each other, they weren’t friends. Chris had no clue who she was beyond the fanart she made for him. She’s literally so deep in this fantasy she’s insane enough to think she could’ve prevented Chris’ suicide.

(She also believed ben shepherd was in love with her. She sent him a letter and he didn’t respond. Apparently he owed something to her because she opened up to him via letter and, as you would expect a famous person who definitely has someone who goes through their mail for them, he didn’t respond. I don’t know how in the FUCK she ever got the idea that he was in love with her. I don’t know what in the FUCK is wrong with her. She eventually got pissed because she found out he had a kid with his girlfriend? And apparently he was supposed to tell her? She’s fucking delusional look into that if you want, I don’t have enough time or evidence for that one, it’s certainly a lot.)

A new installment in her delusions is the infamous Jasta Show feat. Joey Belladonna. It’s a 2+ hour long podcast where they mostly talk about the pandemic and what not, current events going on. Allegedly, in this podcast, Joey says Hannah’s name.

I sat through the entire podcast (Joey says holy cow about 5 fucking times) and timestamped at 106:58 they start talking about Chris Cornell. To which Joey says “oh, we talked about him yesterday because some girl was drawing some stuff- she liked him a lot. and I thought about him too.” Nonspecific. Plain. There’s no fireworks or warmth or whatever the fuck. He mentions that and moves on. I’ve timestamped it for you all, the podcast is free to listen to, you can all listen to it yourself. (The Jasta Show 517 Joey Belladonna) Unless her name is “some girl” there was no name drop.

(no one gave a shit because it wasn’t that big of a fucking deal “some girl”)

Don’t let her fool you with her delusions. She also makes it seem like her and Krista (Joey’s wife) are friends when really Krista likes most all posts that are #joeybelladonna on Instagram. They aren’t close, they aren’t buddies or whatever the fuck.

(Here’s that one shit she keeps talking about raw fucking format or some shit idk it’s a fucking side project Joey started that’s probably not even Joey messaging her they have 140 something followers I don’t even feel like getting into this dumbassery. Fucking clown.)

If you aren’t convinced enough in her insanity. Hannah has literally used Cliff’s accident as a plotpoint in her shitty fanfiction. Yes,that's right. She’s used Cliff Burton’s real life tragic accident as a plotpoint in a fanfiction with Joey and Lars. Not only did she do that, but she shoehorned Joey into the fucking accident. Like they’re all fictional characters. It’s fucking vile and insensitive.

(The fucking post she linked was the infamous pic of Lars, James and Kirk after the accident)

In conclusion, Hannah is batshit crazy. She’s insane. She wants us to believe she’s mixed because she’s obsessed unhealthily with Joey Belladonna and wanting to look and be like him. She wants us to believe she’s friends with all of these musicians, that they’re in love with her. That they were close. None of this is true. She’s just a lying, rude, self centered, fucking psychotic bitch and if you know her I’d suggest staying away.

Not even her fucking friend wants to be involved.

#nirvhannahcornell #josiebelladonna #grungeandmetalfanfics #badmotorartist

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jasonpng · 5 years

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[ jeon jungkook. / male. / he/his. ] i heard han jaesung is going into business with their friends, but the twenty-five year old can’t go wrong with nine other people helping, right? they’re a former sous chef, but will be a chef at joliet bed & breakfast! their insensitive yet dependable personality is pretty fitting for that, i guess. the sight of them gives me the vibe of midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline and that one clip of a deflated dancing pikachu getting hauled off stage, and seeing that running across the sand is pretty sweet.

fabric softener, that one clip of a deflating dancing pikachu getting hauled off-stage, curling up in freshly warmed sheets, sizzling plates, the slow drag of a bow over a violin, bus rides with your head leaned against the window, earphones at full blast, midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, singing when you think you're alone, the beach at sunrise, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline

hi i’m miki and i’m excited 2 b here!!! this is m’boy jason (or jae, or jaesung) and he’s fairly new SO!!!! smash that like and i’ll come to u for plotting!

the stats

full name: jaesung “jason” han nicknames: jae, jayjay, jason, son, han solo age: 25 birthday: december 12 languages: english, korean, minimal japanese education: institute of culinary education graduate occupation: chef at joliet bed and breakfast, part-time food blogger hobbies: violin, eating, sleeping, collecting rock records, sketching mbti: entp blood type: b+ zodiac: sagittarius hogwarts house: gryffindor alignment: chaotic ANNOYING! sexuality: bisexual drinking, smoking, drugs: yes, yes, only marijuana faceclaim: jeon jungkook likes: rock music, classical music, herbal tea, garlic bread, any food in general, freshly washed sheets, dogs, astronomy, raccoons, coin laundries, anything vintage, horror films and documentaries, fiction books, wildlife, his motorcycle anubis (a super sexy harley davidson…he’s got that bad boy aesthetic going on but he is FAR from being one), his lil hamster bonnie dislikes: birds, horror films, anything scary, bitchy customers, stale coffee, fizzy drinks, people who are rude to service staff, cats (the film), spiders, korea’s educational system, the loch ness monster, soy milk

the biography

—o1. jason grew up in a modern korean household in maryland; his parents are more open-minded than the traditional korean family, so there’s really no dramatic backstory to write. he’s the eldest of three siblings, and they’re pretty much a tight-knit family. while he was encompassed by a totally western environment, his family never failed to remind them of their roots; they would travel to korea every summer to visit his grandparents in seoul.

—o2. as a child, jason’s favourite past-time was watching his parents cook. his father is a renowned celebrity chef of a five-star restaurant in la, and his mother was the owner of a quaint bakery in ocean city. soon enough, his father was teaching him the basics of cooking. he was a natural, and by high school, he was on his way into becoming a chef like his father. the path to his dream career had been an easy one; his parents were well-known, and through family connections, jason earned himself a spot in one of the best culinary schools in the world: the institute of culinary education.

—o3. wherever jason went, he was overshadowed by the family name. he loved his parents, he really did, but being the son of joowon han came with a privilege, of sorts. a privilege that he hated. people were convinced that jason only managed to get in ICE was because of his family background. he’d often hear whispers from peers; he was often criticised for depending on his parents—which was true, in a sense. jason didn’t have to worry about anything. while his fellow classmates were worrying over their career paths, he had a sous chef position waiting for him at his father’s restaurant right after graduation.

—o4. being the youngest sous chef in a five-star restaurant was difficult. twenty-one year olds weren’t taken seriously in the kitchen. especially not the head chef’s son, who was fresh out of culinary school and looked so out of place, with his dark leather jacket and ripped jeans. jason struggled the first few months; while the people were cordial around his father, he had to endure passive-aggressive comments about his privilege behind the scenes. jason wanted to make a name for himself; he didn’t want to be reduced to a celebrity chef’s son who just got lucky. so he worked—he worked and worked and worked until the jealous muttering stopped and he gained the respect of his subordinates.

—o5. after three years into working with his father, the enthusiasm ebbed and jason felt nothing but dissatisfaction. he didn’t want this—he didn’t want to be clinging on to his father for support his entire life. fearing that his passion for cooking will wither if he kept on working at the restaurant, he quit and moved back to maryland, getting a place for himself and eager to learn to stand on his own two feet.

in-depth

—a natural-born leader: working as a sous chef enabled jason to have a great command of handling a team. at first, he had been meek, but through determination and his sheer drive to prove the negative people in his life wrong, he was able to cultivate himself into a good leader. in the kitchen, jason is totally in his element, oozing with confidence and assertiveness.

—the dependable one: jason is organised and he’s the type of person who you can rely on for help. he prioritises his friends and family over anything else. need someone to drive you home? jason’s the guy for you. suffering from a bad hangover? he’s got the perfect hangover shake. you lost your house keys and need a place to stay? jason’s got an extra room in his apartment ready. jason is always making sure his friends are well cared for. and probably also giving them lectures whenever they make questionable choices.

—this bitch is impulsive: as much as jason has his shit together, jason can be impulsive—you might catch him splurging on the new yeezy shoes, or planning a spontaneous, overpriced trip to the bahamas. he likes having fun, and sometimes, that energy gets him into tricky situations. he really likes spending money, and unfortunately, his parents never taught him the important value of thriftiness.

—sometimes he can be harsh: jason had been pampered all throughout his life, and sometimes he disregards other people’s feelings because he is simply oblivious—brutal honesty is a double-edged sword. it takes a lot to piss him off, because he’s rather good at handling his emotions, but when you successfully do, it’s not a pretty sight. he tends to say things he doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment. in addition, jason tends to hold grudges; if someone has done him wrong, you bet your ass he’ll never look at you the same way ever again.

+: energetic, headstrong, intuitive, protective

-: argumentative, insensitive, over-analytical, rash

miscellaneous

— drives around town with his bike! he has a car but it’s parked in his childhood home… he doesn’t really use it that much unless he needs to go out of the state or something

— has a white lil pet hamster named bonnie...she is his CHILD!!!!!! — he has a food blog that he constantly updates for fun; his following is steadily going up... amazin....

— has always been an artsy kid... if he didn’t like cooking so much he would’ve pursued a career in art — always seems to be snacking on something? raw carrots in particular...... — he is also a gym rat! he eats a damn lot, so he’s gotta burn those calories, right? he usually jogs early in the morning and goes to the gym after work — he’s played the violin ever since he was a child! he wants to learn how to play the guitar but he keeps on procrastinating

the wanted connections (if any of these interest you, hit me up! some are more detailed than others but all of them are open to modifications tbh, we can develop them however we want :) feel free to choose multiple plots..,.,. go crazy)

— vibe check. - sometimes, he forgets to take care of himself and this person!!!! is his mom friend, the terry to his jake peralta, the person he can count on when he’s crossfaded in the middle of nowhere at 3 in the morning. (ivy)

— bff. - the ride or die. the one person jason would literally murder for. he loves them and considers them as his family. they are 100% with each other and? both are probably equally chaotic sfjldsdjfhsdlk (minnie)

— the squad. - i really love the idea of jason having three close friends! i can see them going on spontaneous trips and doing really, really dumb shit in general dsjfls (1/3) — the roommate. - PLS! he needs a roommate...imagine the domesticity i’m WEAK (minki)

— buzzfeed unsolved. - jason believes in the supernatural. this person doesn’t. jason spends a lot of his free time trying to convince this person that ghosts are, in fact, real, often taking them to ‘haunted’ places and attempting to summon spirits through his ouija board. (minnie)

— i’m baby. - basically, jason dotes on this person like a mama bird. he cooks them meals, drives them to places and always keeps an eye out for them. — the confidant. - the person he could say he truly trusts the most; while jason is generally sociable, he finds it hard to open up to people, preferring to be the confidant than to confide in his friends. they’re the first person he runs to when he’s upset or stressed. (sienna)

— friends. - open to multiple of all types (fellow foodie, gym buddies, unlikely, one-sided, frenemies, neighbors, etc.)

— flings, hookups, fwbs. - open to multiple. (can be messy, can be casual)

— exes. - jason has lived in ocean city all his life, so anything is possible! they could’ve been at the same high school, maybe they broke up because jason moved to new york and the relationship fizzled out, they could be on good terms or bad terms………GIVE ‘EM TO ME (sienna; exes on good terms with a tiny bit of unresolved feelings)

— the pianist. - this is a lil specific, but basically i imagine jason having participated in music competitions and performed in galas, and this person is their partner!! their other half!!! the nodame to his chiaki!!!! if ur muse can play the piano pls hmu this is just a really cute relationship that i cant stop thinkin about bc jason is a violin nerd (ivy)

— romance. - i’m a hoe for spicy plots! i don’t really want to give out anything specific, but some suggestions aaaare: opposites, exes w/ feelings, one-sided love, skinny love, a love-hate relationship…..

feel free to go through my wanted connections tag for inspiration!

#joliet.intro #hhere we go #rock n roll buckaroo

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121. Knuckles the Echidna #22

Dark Alliance (Part One of Three): You Say You Want a Revolution…

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Jim Valentino Colors: Barry Grossman

So fair warning - this arc is very politics-heavy. I've already criticized the inclusion of politidrama plotlines in the comic before, despite my own personal interest in them, so I won't go over it again. What I will go over is that this arc also includes quite a few tasteless references to the Nazi regime of World War II, starting with the intro page. See, every issue in this arc begins with, rather than the traditional intro page that recaps past events and introduces plot points to come, instead a speech or quote relevant to the current story. This one is a parody, if you will (though played completely straight) of the "First They Came" poem by the German pastor Martin Niemöller, referring to how many people stayed silent while the Nazis oppressed and enacted genocide upon groups that those in silence didn't belong to. In this altered version, "Anonymous" claims that Robotnik came for hedgehogs, squirrels, rabbits, and foxes first, during which the speaker stayed silent as they were an echidna and didn't want to get involved, and so by the time he came for the echidnas there was no one left to speak up for them. Of course, quite aside from the fact that this is completely disrespectful to the real-world situation that the actual poem describes, that's not even how the Robotnik coup went down. Robotnik, upon dethroning King Acorn, pretty clearly just started roboticizing all Mobians indiscriminately without regard to their individual species. Not only that, but he didn't even get a chance to start on the echidnas, as all of them were either contained in their pocket universe on the Floating Island, or hanging out in Albion, which it appears Robotnik never even knew existed. I don't know, the whole thing is clearly an attempt to seem really intellectual and deep on Penders' part, but it just comes off as insensitive instead.

Anyway, onto the actual story. We open in the house of High Councilor Pravda, who appears to be the main political leader of the city. In the dead of night, Pravda is awakened by a window smashing downstairs, and angrily stomps down to confront the intruder, believing it to be "dingo trash up to no good." Instead, he is dragged out of his house roughly by several Dark Legionnaires, while the leader, called Kommissar (her title, not her name), admonishes him for his apparent hypocrisy regarding his anti-technology stance.

Well, she seems lovely! As she has her people drag him away, we pan to Haven, where Knuckles is demanding answers from his grandfathers on his father's whereabouts. To his credit, Sabre is genuinely apologetic to Knuckles, believing that they should have been a lot more forthcoming with him a lot sooner, but Knuckles really isn't having it, and can you blame him?

As a side note, this is about the point in the comic where the eyes of characters such as Knuckles and Tails, formerly depicted as black pupils as in the classic games, start to gain some color. We already saw it with Tails a little while back during the Sand-Blasters two-parter, and it's very inconsistent between issues (for example, you'll notice his eyes are blue instead of purple up there), but you'll start to notice it in screenshots from here out before their designs finally stabilize to their modern forms, similar to their designs from the games.

While Knuckles continues to demand to see his father, we ourselves see Locke, who is dropping off Remington, Julie-Su, Lara-Le and Wynmacher back in Echidnaopolis. Remington asks him how things went with Lara-Le again, and Locke acts like he's all regretful that he couldn't woo Lara-Le back to him or something, which like, really man? You're divorced and haven't spoken properly in years, and she has a new fiancé now, did you really expect to just manage to sweep her off her feet again and get remarried? Julie-Su tries to approach Locke to thank him for saving the whole group, and finds herself recognizing his appearance somewhat. Upon asking, she's shocked to find out that he's Knuckles' father, and asks him about Knuckles' whereabouts. Remington ushers her away before they get a chance to speak further, probably to protect Locke's privacy, and as he jokes with her that it seems like she actually cares about Knuckles, Locke muses to himself that his son is likely furious with him, which, yeah, not far off there buddy. He has an idea of where his son might have gone, and as he speeds off in his air vehicle, we jump over to the Kommissar, who has by now dragged her captive all the way back to the Dark Legion's current hideout… and oh boy, inside we get to see a familiar f- …uhh… okay, well, I won't call him a familiar face, because we've never seen him looking quite this messed up before, but it's Dimitri, okay? It's Dimitri back on his BS.

Guess he had to have some, uh, extensive reconstructive surgery after his rather literal fall from grace. And unfortunately for everybody who doesn't want to be ruled over by a cyborg'd up monstrosity of a dictator, he's got a new takeover plan in mind for the city!

Back in the more civilized areas of Echidnaopolis, Remington is having his driver take Wynmacher and Lara-Le back to their apartment when they find the streets blocked by a protest from dingoes, agitating about their lack of housing and accommodations within the city. Remington tries to resolve the situation peacefully by requesting that if they must protest, to at least let traffic pass while they do, but at that moment a giant flaming fireball comes out of nowhere and starts wrecking the place, and the whole thing devolves into a big brawl between the protesting dingoes and the watching echidnas.

Remington calls Haven for backup, and while I'm not sure who exactly in that nest of grandpas he expected to go rushing out of there for something as simple as a protest gone wrong, luckily for him he mentions Lara-Le over the comm, and Knuckles immediately enlists Archimedes' help to poof him out there to help his mom. Meanwhile, we get to see that Locke has completely, thoroughly misjudged where Knuckles would be hanging out at this moment, having thought for whatever reason that he would be brooding inside the Chaos Chamber next to Mammoth Mogul's ugly frozen mug.

Now this is some well-appreciated character development from Locke. I've been heavily criticizing him this entire time for how he's handled his interaction, or lack thereof, with his son, and I'm glad to see that Lara-Le's admonishments seem to have gotten through to him. While he won't get a chance to catch up with his son right at the moment, at least we know the big talk isn't that far off in the future.

Knuckles and Archimedes poof into the fray on the streets, and Knuckles begins throwing punches at whoever gets close enough, which as everyone knows is the single best way to end a violent brawl - by participating! Despite being an echidna himself, he doesn't hesitate to throw punches at other echidnas in the bunch, with Archy adding some of his own fire breath into the mix. If anything, I'd say he accurately judged the situation, which is that the dingoes were peacefully demonstrating and it appears to have been an angry, racist echidna who threw the first molotov. General Von Stryker makes his entrance, and despite him predictably acting aggressive and blaming echidnakind in general for the dingoes' treatment, Knuckles actually agrees with him that the echidnas are being really crappy, and offers a truce so they can discuss what went wrong and how to resolve it. Meanwhile, back in hell - I mean, the Legion's hideout…

This is probably the single most disturbing page in the comic so far, if you ask me. This guy is begging, screaming, for mercy and they put him under like nothing's wrong and start doing surgery without his consent (obviously) on his brain. Dimitri, watching the proceedings, starts mwahaha'ing to himself about the whole affair, as apparently Pravda is the direct descendant of Menthor, the councilman who denied his and Edmund's proposal to use the Chaos Syphon all those centuries ago. He's determined not to get careless with his power again in the future, and now that he's defeated death by old age through the sheer power of adding more and more cybernetics to his failing frame every time something goes wrong, he's ready to get his long-due revenge.

In another part of the city, Knuckles and Archimedes poof right into the middle of the Chaotix, who are pleased to finally see him and hopefully get a chance to catch up. As he explains what was going on with the protest, Julie-Su arrives and gives him the "why" he was looking for, which is that, naturally, Pravda was kind of a racist ass and wasn't working very hard to ensure the dingoes would have housing built for them in a timely manner. However, elections for the position of High Councilor are coming up in a few days, and Pravda has ever-so-mysteriously been missing since the previous night, with his traumatized wife too messed up to be able to talk about what she saw. She slyly mentions when questioned that "a little birdie" gave her all this information, leading Vector to rather rudely blame her for "having friends in low places" and generally acting as distrustful of her as ever. Seriously, Vector's been kind of a jerk to her ever since she left the Legion, and you just know that situation is gonna come to a head sooner or later. But enough of them - let's head back to the Kommissar, who's having her people reenact Kristallnacht in the streets of Echidnaopolis! (Told you this arc is full of tasteless references to WWII…)

She reports in to Dimitri, who is pleased to hear about her progress on the senseless property damage and random citizens she's beating up for no reason. Like, the regime seems cacklingly evil enough to want to do this kind of stuff, sure, until you hear Dimitri's actual plan for takeover this time - he's implanted control chips into Pravda's brain, and is going to use him as a mouthpiece for the Legion's ideals in the upcoming election!

So, wait. You want to get your new mind-slave to cast your organization in a positive light, and at the same time you're having one of your main commanders go around smashing windows and beating people up in alleys? How is this master plan of yours supposed to work, exactly? That entire Kristallnacht page could be removed from the comic and not only would it not impact the story, it would make it make more sense than it currently does. I seriously think that it was only included to draw more parallels to the Nazi regime, because there's just no way it makes any real sense otherwise. Sigh, Penders. Why do you have to be like this?

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #kte 22 #writer: ken penders #pencils: jim valentino #colors: barry grossman

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Tell Me Why || Drabble

Why did she love him?

He was rude, insensitive, inconsiderate and just overall a sour individual. Personality traits supplied to him by years of pain and seeing nothing but the sinister parts of humanity. Even those that we are preordained to believe will love us unconditionally, leaving him behind to face each and every disturbing factual reality on his own accord. Fears of touching yet another fire and getting burned, another life lesson he has yet to learn the hard way for himself, left him afraid and apprehensive to even approach any type of warmth he came across.

She, on the other hand, was nothing but warmth.

Her smile itself beamed rays of seemingly everlasting sunshine, too bright for the man to stare at for even a second too long. Her personality was brilliant, vivid with levels of self conviction that lead her to be nothing but her truest form of self. In the beginning days, he was envious of such a trait, to live in a manner that was so unforgiving with words and actions and not hold a care to the wind on any opinion thought or spoken. Though the jealousy soon faded to unbelievable amounts of admiration.

Those who put up barriers surrounding their heart, their inner feelings, always discuss the impeccably hard task of crumbling those walls to let others in, to let others see them for how they truly are. However, this man believed it was not the others who should face such the impossible task to break down his walls, he should be the one to overcome his own barriers that kept him trapped within his own cage of self damnation. She was free, the white light on the other side of his prison cell who urged him to join her, and it was only he who could figure out his own way to meet her. To break free of the enclosure that he had built around himself.

From the very beginning, she urged him to join her in her realm of freedom, in her realm of light, yet the warmth that blossomed forth from her very soul held him back. The warmth terrified him, hauntings of warmth that lead to deep burns and emotional scars left him hesitant and unwilling.

He promised himself years ago, he wouldn’t be burned again.

Though the light visited him often, in his cell filled with solitude, and soon enough the warmth started to feel familiar. Familiar enough to him for his fear to slowly, yet surely, begin to subside. Though soon this warmth turned into something else, something that he truly didn’t expect. The warmth he felt when she would come to greet him turned hotter, fiercer, and flamed with levels of passion that he had yet to experience. Panic racked through his body at the realization of the change, noting the light hadn’t changed at all, but rather it was the feelings within his own heart.

Burned. Burned countless of times. By those who have changed, by those whom made the decision to burn to the ground any previously built bridges of trust. But to be burned by your own self? By your own change in feelings? Was it possible? Fear held him back, but it was curiosity that kept him moving forward.

To say that she, the light whom had only become a more intensified aspect of his life over time, gave him the keys to free himself from his prison wouldn’t be correct. No, she knew she couldn’t do that, even if she did have the power to do so. Instead, she helped him, guided him, on how to find the keys that had been hidden within his own entrapment the entire time. Her light gave him the vision to find them within the pit of his own dark despair, and it was her light that lit his very soul ablaze with the confidence to open the door.

So why did she love him? He didn’t know. He was the shell of a man who had given up on most things in life, and she had brought him back to life. She had given him the will to no longer be trapped by his own insecurities and doubt, she had supplied him with her trust and belief that he would be able to set himself free. And that’s what he did. He was free.

Free to leap head first into what he would have only once called certain demise, to approach her warmth, willingly and on his own accord, with the probability of getting burned. But instead, he approached with faith and hopes for the future.

So whether he knew or not why she loved him, he knew why he loved her.

—

“Chase? Yoo ~ hoo? Buddy you okay there?”

Kasey’s calls from across the bar snapped Chase from his trance, the other man seemingly relieved that he had come back to the land of the living.

“Jeez man, did you get enough sleep last night? All I asked was why that chick would even have a thing for you! I mean, well, you’re you. So you having a girlfriend is ... unexpected.”

Purple irises scanned empty nothingness beside him, blinking once or twice while he tried to reorganize his long trailed thoughts. “I ..” Chase started, not being good with organizing his thoughts as is, how was one suppose to answer that question? “I dunno, really.” His gaze rose to meet that of the man across from him, supplying only a simple shrug along with his explanation. “I’ve asked myself that a hundred times, and honestly I’ve never come up with a good answer to that.”

The other brunet whom sat alongside Kasey sighed in disappointment. “Awh man,” Kevin whined. “and here I was anticipating myself for a dramatic declaration of the story of how you guys fell in love with each other! Darn. Though I guess you’ve never been all that good at talking about your feelings Chase.”

Another shrug, as the man thought for a lingering moment, before a small smile came to his lips at the thought of her light. “I guess I’m not good with words is all.”

#MERRY CHRISTMAS #mininori #drabbles

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the ministry requests the appearance of HALCYON MCLAGGEN immediately ! the TWENTY-SIX year old alumni from HOGWARTS is now working as a BARTENDER. the ministry seeks knowledge about their involvement with the disappearance of magic. be cautious for they are DRAMATIC and MASKED, but also FRIENDLY and ALTRUISTIC.

Meet my beloved, dramatic boy Halcyon:

He was born to Cormac McLaggen and a squib woman named Sylvia McLaggen (née Hume). While many of Cormac’s Hogwarts classmates would have described him as arrogant, entitled, rude, insensitive, and over-assertive, much of these traits softened and sweetened when he met Sylvia. He’d met her at a dance party one night where she was dancing alone. The colored lights lit up her platinum hair with red and blues and purples, and when the light when white, it gave her something of a halo. Cormac was immediately smitten. Sylvia was quick and self-assured, and would expect nothing better than the best, and in return Cormac became that. She helped him uproot all the emptiness he’d felt inside for so long. While it took the two a rather a long time to start dating, once they did, it wasn’t long before they got married and moved to the Scottish countryside together. The two of them have five happy years together before Halcyon came along.

However, it wasn’t long after Halcyon turned two that Cormac came down with a cold that only got worse and worse and worse. The sickness, unexplained but fast-acting, stole Cormac from this world, and stole Sylvia’s sense of safety. After that, Sylvia became an agoraphobic. She was a complete shut-in and sheltered Halcyon from everything. He spent a lot of time alone with no friends to speak of, taking care of his mam as best he could.

The only friend he really had was a mooncalf he befriended one night when he was eight, which he named Winter (after the season in which they met). His mam let him keep the pet, seeing how happy it made him.

Halcyon’s parents always knew that he’d be getting a message from Hogwarts, as from the second he was born, Halcyon could, without any effort, shift his features, his hair color...all of it. He was a metamorphmagus. This excited Cormac, who would tell the young child all about Hogwarts and his adventures there (not that Halcyon remembers much of what he said, given his age), but after Cormac’s death, it only gave his mother great anxiety. How could she send her only child away to a place that seemed, from her husband’s stories, to be not as safe as a school should be?

So when Halcyon got his letter, he and his mam sat down for a long talk. Which ended in this: Halcyon would not be going to Hogwarts. Instead he would continue to be homeschooled by her. While she was a squib, she’d grown up surrounded by magic and decided that she could teach him what he needed. The conclusion was a great disappointment to the young child, who craved social interaction and excitement, but even at that age he understood. He understood that his mom wasn’t quite like other moms. He understood she needed him. So he stayed. And he learned what he could.

But it couldn’t last long. Halcyon’s abilities far surpassed what Sylvia could teach him, and she knew that it could have dangerous results if he didn’t get a proper education. So the summer before what would have been Halcyon’s fourth year it was decided that he would transfer into Hogwarts. Halcyon was beyond ecstatic. He craved friends, he craved to be well-liked. He looked in the mirror and he wondered how he could ensure that his loneliness wouldn’t follow him to school. Not having a lot of friends growing up, and not having a lot to do, Halcyon spent a lot of time watching movies. This lead him to one conclusion: people liked people who were attractive. So he worked on his metamorphmagus abilities until he was easily able to hold them all day long without any thought. Halcyon gave himself a new face--one that he thought was more attractive than his own, and one that he felt assured he would make friends with.

Self-assured, excited for adventure, and willing to befriend anyone he came across, Halcyon was sorted into Gryffindor and made many friends. Because he was homeschooled by his mother, who, while grew up with magic, didn’t have any practical magic experience, he quick fell behind the other students in his year. He didn’t mind much. He had friends, and was experiencing so much more than he was before.

After graduating, Halcyon continued to live with his mom and take care of her. No one knows much about his home life, and he likes to keep it that way. He has a small place in the city for bringing friends and other guests back to, so that no one questions where he lives, but he rarely spends time there without someone else. No one he knows has ever seen what his real face looks like, and no one even knows he’s a metamorphmagus.

Halcyon flirts a lot and has a lot of hook-ups and the like, but he’s never been in love. His mind doesn’t really connect sex and romance in his mind, and it’s not unlikely from him to be good friends with those he’s had a one-night stand with, or to try and set his hook-ups up with someone else. Very much shows platonic love--lots of hugs and kisses on the head/cheek/etc. and hand-holding for his friends.

He LOVES playing cupid. Although he’s never felt romantic love, he believes in it so much and just wants everyone to find the one for them. He will set people up on dates and act as a wing-man or middle man for pretty much any one he meets. If he knows you have a crush on someone, he will be your biggest supporter.

One dramatic hoe. Like over the top about everything honestly. Pretend swooning and melodramatic WOE IS ME~!

“Meteroseuxal” might be used to describe him. He takes great care of his appearance, and it’s not usual to see him dress up with eyeliner or nail polish and lots of jewelry.

Halcyon is so friendly and warm and smooth that he makes everyone he meets feel like they know him so well, but the truth is that no one really knows him. They don’t know about his past, about his abilities, and he’s never had anyone spend the night at his place. He’s masked, but no one notices it or questions it because he’s curated the façade of some who is open and inviting.

Literally had no idea what to do with his life. He isn’t sure where his passion is and, anyway, he never got very good grades in school. He’s currently a bartender, but he used to work as a stripper and has done some modeling.

I know this is such a long intro guys lol if you actually read the whole thing kudos to you tbh

Potential connections:

Friends

FWB (This plot is taken by two people currently, but is still considered open!)

Past hook-ups, flings, one-night stands

Someone who is annoyed by him bc he’s just a dramatic hoe

co-workers

Someone who used to tutor him in school

Gossip buddies (bc Halcyon likes to gossip like hell)

Someone he can play cupid with/give love advice

Maybe a childhood friend? Someone who lived near him in Scotland?? This would really have to be plotted out of course. Could just be someone he met once a long time ago.

Some one with a one-sided crush on him

#bio #death tw #LIKE THIS OR HIT ME UP FOR PLOTS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #min:intro

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Of Blood and Roses

Chapter Nine

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Pairing: Loki x Lauren | Word Count: 6980 Warnings: Fluff and smexy

She inhaled a sharp little breath, turned pale as freshly fallen snow, and tried to pull away. “Why… why ever would you think there was anythin’ wrong?” Lauren asked.

“Lauren,” Loki said softly, cupping her cheek. “In less than a day, Sif has twice assisted you. Once by offering her mount to see you safely to the palace, and again by explaining our bond from a woman’s perspective in such effectiveness she has left me astounded. I knew you would get on well, but I had no idea it would be this well or so quickly. If something troubles her, I wish to help.”

“Oh, now why'd you have to go and say somethin’ so darn sweet?” Lauren huffed.

“I won't pry, nor force you to answer, but I do wish to assist if I can.”

Lauren sighed and leaned into him, resting her head against his chest as she loosely wrapped her arms around his waist. “She’s lonely. I don't want to break confidence with her, but she's really lonely, Loki.”

He didn't understand how that could be. “But… she has friends, comrades. Brothers in Arms. She fights at Thor’s side and is always welcome at his table.”

“So were you.” She pressed away from him when his arms fell slack in surprise and made her way toward the fire burning in the hearth. “She sacrificed a lot to reach her place. So much so, she's lost a part of herself. Do you know people mock her when they call her Lady Sif?”

“That's absurd!” Loki huffed.

SHe cast him a withering glance. “Three times today Fandral hurt her feelin’s with careless words. Volstagg isn't much better. Hogun treats her with respect, but it's that offered to another warrior, not what's usually offered a woman. And don't even get me started on Thor. Frat buddies come to mind,” she grumbled, crossing her arms.

Such irritation and aggression rippled through his heart stone, Loki was a little worried to broach the subject further. “And what does this have to do with you, my love?”

“Loki… you can't laugh or make fun of her if I tell you. If y’all are serious about helpin’, then you can help, but only if you promise me you'll behave.”

“I swear it, my heart. As a God of Asgard.” It all sounded very foreboding. He didn't like the idea of her doing something potentially dangerous on her own.

She stared at him for a long time, her eyes shifting between his as he made his way closer. “She gave up her sexuality to become Lady Sif, and she'd like to get it back. I'm gonna help her to be a girl again.”

Loki choked back a startled snort of laughter. “I beg your pardon?”

“I knew you'd make fun!” she huffed and stomped away. “All you Asgardians look at her like she's some strange creature cause, gods forbid she can swin’ a sword better than y’all, but she’s still a woman, dammit! The women alienate her cause she can fight. She's sneered at by the men because she can do it better than them, and her friends treat her like a thing to be made fun of! Well, I won't stand for it! She's a woman, dammit, and if she wants to wear a fancy dress and learn to flirt cause a fella’s caught her eye, y’all can be darn sure I'm gonna teach her!”

She said Asgardians more like Ass-guardians as she stormed through the room, and Loki knew he’d put his foot in it again. “Lauren, darling.”

“Don't you darlin’ me, you overgrown ice rink! I thought you of all people would understand the desire to find love and happiness, but evidently,” she snarled, standing in the bathroom doorway, “I was wrong!”

The door slammed in his face.

Loki stood stunned for a moment blinking at the door before reaching out to try and get a handle on Lauren’s at play emotions.

Frustration and anger, certainly. Embarrassment for having reacted so strongly, and shame for breaking a confidence Lauren now felt she shouldn't have shared. The guilt and fear of what he’d do with the knowledge were causing hot tears to slide down her face as she washed off her makeup.

Loki didn't bother with doors. He shifted himself to her back and took her by the shoulders. “I'm sorry, Lauren. My reaction was insensitive and rude. My only excuse is I was surprised. I never imagined Sif wanting more than to be a warrior worthy of her place at my brother’s side.”

“Well, she does!” Lauren huffed.

He flicked his fingers, cleansing the tears and makeup from her, returning his beautiful Lauren to her natural state. “I can see that, my heart, and how important this is to you. But why you?”

“Who else would she dare ask? Everyone here shows her a semblance of respect but doesn't actually respect her. They see nothin’ but the sword and mock the woman. Why would she ask anyone else when they would likely have done the same as you and laughed in her face.”

He turned her to face him when the tears started down her cheeks again. “Lauren, sweet love, you're breaking my heart.”

“You're just gonna make fun of her, and I'll lose my new friend!” she sobbed, breaking his heart further.

“No, darling. No. I promise you I won't. I was startled, certainly, but I wouldn’t make jokes at Sif’s expense. Not about this. Never about this.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks as fast as they fell. “Please don't cry, love.”

“Everyone deserves love,” she whispered.

“Yes, they do,” he agreed wholeheartedly. “I want to help Sif. I swear I will behave. Not jokes, no teasing. Well, perhaps a little, but only to help her grow more confident in her interactions. Teasing is part of flirting, after all, and I assume it was flirting you two were speaking of.”

“Yes,” she sniffled.

He magicked her a hanky for her nose. “I'm sorry I distressed you, my love. It was not my intention.”

“I was about to be very mad at you,” she mumbled, wiping her face.

“Now there is no need. I will be an utter delight in your endeavour. Exceptionally helpful.” He would promise her the moon if she would but stop crying. “I was an insensitive clod. Do you forgive me?”

She peered up at him for another long moment, her gaze shifting back and forth between his eyes as if searching for any hint of deception. When she sighed and relaxed against him, he knew she'd found the truth, for there was none. “I do.”

Two words. That was all it took for his heart to resume beating. “Good. Now, who is this fellow who makes Sif’s heart flutter?”

“No, Loki.”

“Come now,” he huffed. “I already said I would assist and not make jokes. How am I to help tailor her interactions to catch this young swain if I do not know his name? Perhaps he won't fancy her, and I can break it to her gently before she is hurt.” He didn't like the idea of Sif getting hurt any more than he enjoyed Lauren’s tears. And wasn't that a startling realization.

Lauren moved away, out of the room into the closet. “That's just it. I don't want to tailor her reactions. I want her to learn to be comfortable in her skin like I have these last few years. If she can do that, then perhaps she'll draw his eyes all on her own. But if she doesn't, perhaps she'll draw the eyes of another instead and find love where it was least expected.”

It appeared that idea sent a pang through her heart. “But you want the one she loves to love her back, don't you?”

“Very much,” Lauren whispered as she divested herself of her jewelry, placing it back inside the box he’d presented it to her, and began peeling the gown from her shoulders.

Intrigued, Loki narrowed his eyes in thought. It wasn't as if she knew many people here for her to have judged them so swiftly to make such a statement. So who could this mystery man be? Volstagg and Hogun were both wed already, that only left…

He inhaled sharply.

Fandral?

“Oh, my stars…” he whispered, shock rendering him nearly speechless.

“Loki?” Lauren frowned over her shoulder.

This was a terrible idea. Fandral was the quintessential rake. He had no desire to stop his philandering ways and would only break Sif’s heart if she tried to tame him. Lauren was apparently aware of this or she would not be so cautious in merely teaching Sif to be comfortable in her femininity.

“Nothing. Nothing, darling.” He moved to assist her and was soon distracted by her soft skin beneath his hands.

“It was a nice party,” Lauren murmured, exhaustion softening her voice. “And a beautiful dress, elskan min.”

“It was only beautiful because you wore it. On another, it would appear a rag.”

“Hmm,” she giggled. “Silver tongue.”

“It could be your pleasure tongue if you wished it,” he whispered, skimming his hands over her hips when her dress hit the floor, and licked a path from the point of her shoulder all the way to her ear, stopping only to bite a gentle mark over her swiftly beating pulse.

“Loki,” she sighed, her head falling to his shoulder.

Her exhaustion beat at him, evident in the quiver of her legs and the sluggish way the desire spilled through his heart stone.

“It’s alright, pet. Let's put you to bed.”

A gown of lavender silk fell around her temptress body, and Loki reached up to take the tiara from her hair to return to its place in the chest which had held it for an age, waiting for his Àstvinur to wear. He closed the lid on all the sparkling gems only to find two more when he looked up. He would never tire of gazing into her stunning emerald eyes.

“You're magnificent.”

She smiled and held out her hand. “I was earlier. Now I'm just plain ol’ me.”

“No, pet. Like this you are perfect. The rest is garnish. You are glorious without it.” He threaded magic laced hands through her hair, taking apart the careful coiffure the twins had created and let the mane of gold and platinum curls fall around her face.

Pink coloured her cheeks, and her happiness flooded his heart.

“I never guessed I could love like this,” he said, bringing his hands to her face. “My heart swells and aches with how much I adore you.”

Her hands closed around his wrists. “I know, peaches. I feel it too.”

“We are ridiculously sappy,” he chuckled.

“Happy, Loki. I'm happy. I'm okay with bein’ a little sickenin’ly sappy if I can have this. You, us, everythin’. I'm okay with it.”

“As am I, love. As am I.”

He swept her from her feet to his arms to stride toward their bed where it was nothing to magic his clothes away, the bedding back, and settle down in the center with her. A flick of his wrist had the doors closing, the fire within the chamber flaring up to keep off the chill, and the silks and furs sliding back over them.

She curled into his chest, a heavy sigh falling from her lips when her head landed on his shoulder and her hand over his heart. “Loki?”

“Mm?” he hummed, lightly stroking his fingers up and down her back.

“Someday I'd like to try your fantasy,” she whispered.

His eyes snapped open to watch the flames in the hearth flicker and dance their shadows across the ceiling. “Would you?”

“Yeah,” she sighed and snuggled closer, her knee sliding over his thigh. “I would.”

“How delightful,” he purred. “One day we will.”

“I thought tonight…”

He shushed her, drawing her further into his embrace. “You need to rest, my love. We can play later.”

“Okay,” she sighed, quickly falling into sleep against him.

Barely able to contain his groan, Loki knew it would be a time before he could follow her, what with the shaft of steel his cock had become with her quietly whispered words. Her sweetness was his undoing. Her leg hooked over his thigh wasn't helping matters either.

Nearly two millennia old and she reduced his control to rubble with nothing but a softly worded request.

He pushed thoughts of his fantasies aside and focused on what he’d seen tonight instead. He’d watched her shine among the people, a little nervous but the interactions had all been positive besides the one between Lauren and Gerda.

Randish especially had been highly amusing. The stuffy old fool was one elder Loki held little respect for. He was brash and often rude. His opinions were never the most helpful, usually starting with, “Back when Odin was young,” and ending in, “What's a few hundred dead?” So opposite of Lauren’s request to Thor of earlier it was like night and day.

They'd happened to arrive in time to hear Randish speaking of the conflict between two warring tribes on one of Asgards many guarded worlds. There had been heated words for years between the two, but the dispute was escalating between the Morinian and the Zendally to the point war parties were gathering. Of course, Randish was of the opinion Thor should be sending in the army to beat them all down before someone got hurt which was when they arrived.

“Why would he do that?” Lauren innocently asked.

“To stop the conflict,” Randish huffed, turning to face them only to gape in surprise. “Highness.” He bowed deeply.

“Randish. My lady, Princess Lauren,” Loki chuckled. “My love, Lord Randish is another who sat on father’s council and still bends the ear of Thor whenever possible.”

“A radiant addition to your arm, highness,” Randish said.

Lauren smiled graciously, but he knew she felt slighted by the backhanded compliment. As if she were only a pretty bobble he wore and not a person with her own mind and accomplishments. But when Loki made to speak, she beat him to it.

“I’m curious, Lord Randish. Could y’all explain to little ol’ me what this conflict of theirs is about?” She batted her lashes and smiled winningly, her accent thickening substantially. “I’m afraid I’m ever so out of the loop on such a thing.”

“I would be delighted, my lady!” Randish then began to expound on the Morinian and their land rights disagreement with the Zendally. How one needed the ore contained in the mines of the other to build and maintain their society, while the other preferred to live a nomadic, natural existence and did not want their land spoiled by the mining process of the first.

Lauren listened intently, nodding encouragingly when Randish would pause in his recitation. Finally, when he was thoroughly finished boring them all to tears, Lauren had tsked softly in disappointment. “Well, it seems to me y’all are missin’ the big picture.”

“I’m sorry?” Randish blinked owlishly.

“Has Asgard become so removed from the realities of regular worlds that y’all can no longer see the issues of both sides? Instead, you think Thor should just, what? Squash them both and be done with it?”

“Well, I-I, that is to say…” Randish sputtered.

She sighed as if sorely disappointed in him and looked at the elder man sadly. “Has anyone thought to ask the Morinian if there is a way to mine the ore for the Zendally that won’t cause harm to the environment?”

The entire group of Lords, councillors, and ministers all gaped at her.

“I believe that would be a negative, my heart,” Loki said softly, adding his own disappointed head shake to the mix. “And these men are supposed to be the smartest of them all.”

Randish turned three shades of red and blustered like a windy day. “But, I, but… that couldn’t possibly work!”

“Why not?” Lauren asked. “If it is a case of the Morinian wantin’ somethin’ in return, has anyone asked them if there is somethin’ of the Zendally’s they’d like in exchange for the ore? I can’t imagine this is a somethin’ for nothin’ scenario. Even if the Morinian are more hippy folk than these fellas that think their more citified, I’m sure there’s somethin’ of the Zendally’s they’d like. Can’t imagine it would be money or some such nonsense, but I’m sure if someone went in and talked to them peaceably, they’d resolve their conflict without violence.”

“But… Asgard… battle…” Randish’s bluster was rapidly losing steam.

She reached out and gently laid her hand on the suddenly frail looking one of the elder man. “You said you wanted to keep people from gettin’ hurt, but won’t sendin’ in armed men possibly cause that to happen all the faster? What if the Morinian think Thor’s sidin’ with the Zendally? Or vice versa. They could grow to resent Asgard for their interference when all y’all were tryin’ to do was keep the peace. Wouldn’t sendin’ in a contingent of cool-headed representatives be a better idea? Host peace talks on neutral ground and come to an agreement both sides will abide by.”

Murmurs of agreement and mutters of disbelief for not having thought of it themselves spread through the group as they all assessed Lauren with new eyes.

“It seems, my lady, I misjudged you. It appears you are much more than a pretty face,” Randish murmured.

Lauren giggled and lightly patted his arm. “Why I do declare, Lord Randish, that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said all night.”

Staring at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance, Loki bit his lip to keep from laughing aloud at the remembered look on Randish’s face.

He’d turned all sorts of reds, fumbled for words, cleared his throat a few times, and muttered, “Err, yes, well. Carry on, highness. We’ve monopolized enough of your and the princess’s time.” He bowed over Lauren’s hand. “Lady Lauren. It has been a delight.”

“Lord Randish,” she’d smiled, and he’d grown even more bashful.

Even now it made Loki desperate to laugh, but he swallowed his merriment to keep from disturbing Lauren. The entire event had gone off swimmingly, and he’d never been prouder of how she’d held up under their scrutiny.

All of them were Thor’s most staunch supporters, but that did not mean they were Loki’s. Most distrusted him, some downright disliked him, but all had come away from their interactions with Lauren with stars in their eyes. Truth rang in her tone. There was nothing false or contrived about her, and all could see that for themselves.

The God of Mischief, the one most likely to deceive for his own gains, had been granted a woman of complete honesty and it showed. He imagined many were getting a laugh at his expense.

If they only knew the whole truth. If only they knew of the spark of mischief which came to her eye or the teasing nature of her smile. One day, he knew, they would see the minx she could be and would likely laugh along with her when she pulled her prank or had her fun.

One day, the people would know her as he did. They would see her compassion and grace and they would love her.

“Princess Lauren,” he whispered against the crown of her hair. “How you move them, my sweet. How you will grow them.”

She sighed and wriggled closer, seeking his warmth.

Loki pulled the fur up to cover her shoulder. “Sleep. Rest for tomorrow is another full day.”

A soft mewling started at the closed door. Loki flicked his fingers, opening them enough to allow the kitten to scamper inside before shutting them again. Socks scrambled up the bed linens, pounced once on Loki’s foot, then trotted up the bed to knead his feet into the corner of Lauren’s pillow. He settled down, and his giant motor of a purr began, lulling Loki into peaceful dreams.

***

The hard banging on her door had Sigyn rushing to it, knowing it could mean only trouble at this late hour. “Yes? Who is there?”

“Sigyn, open the door. Please!”

She jerked the handle and pulled the massive oak open, allowing the light from within her home to spill out into the darkness of the night. Every time she opened her door Sigyn was reminded of where she lived, where she didn’t belong. She should be housed in the palace, walking the halls as another Lady, but she was not of Thor’s court and had never been.

She’d been part of Frigga’s until the day she'd been soundly dismissed. A day which had ended with Frigga’s swift death and no one the wiser to Sigyn’s disgrace.

Still, where once she’d had a room in the palace - albeit not a fancy one, more a servants quarters than anything regal - now she lived in a hovel. A house set between two others. One of stone and wood, not metal and gold. One in which she had a single house girl to see to her needs, a cook, and lad to care for her horse. Yes, it had a reception and dining room, library, study, parlour, kitchen, and three guest rooms, but she lacked a dressing room, her bath contained only a freestanding tub, not the sunken pools of the palace, and her view was of the waters around Asgard, not the city.

It was unacceptable. Nothing like what had once been within her grasp.

She’d aspired to be so much more and had been so close to achieving it. Now, now she was not so sure. Now there was another who stood in her way. Now she was treated as no better than a seamstress or a baker. She was middle class, and she hated it.

The only good thing to come from it all was her position allowed her to return daily to the palace where she taught magic to the brats and bastards of the lords and ladies who walked the halls. Those who showed promise, at any rate. Unlike Frigga, she refused those who’s passing of the Test delivered only the smallest flame. If their response was so weak as to be a barely there flicker, she had no desire to cater to or baby them until it grew. Untrained, their magic would fade into nothing over time, growing weaker until it became non-existent.

She was not about to waste her time on a student with little potential or no political pull. Children of the lower class were only elevated if they showed extraordinary power. They were of no use to her otherwise.

Wrenching open her door, her servants all gone for the night, Sigyn stared in horror at Gerda. “Flames of Valhalla! What happened?”

“Loki’s bitch happened!” she sobbed. “We’ve been dismissed, Sigyn! Njord is like a raging boar! He is beside himself with anger. I dare not stay with him for I fear he will kill me!”

“Come in, Gerda! Tell me what’s happened.” Sigyn urged her inside and shut the door tightly behind her.

“I spoke out against her. The words you’ve said many times since her existence became known. The blonde whore who hangs on Loki’s every word. I could no longer stand to watch her sit there and fondle that… that…”

“Have care, Gerda,” Sigyn warned.

“Loki,” she finished with a huff. “What you see in him, I still haven’t the faintest.”

“Tell me.” The woman wore a heavy cloak which concealed much of her face, but when she pushed it back, Sigyn gasped.

“This was my punishment for saying my peace! Odin’s wolves attacked me!”

“Odin attacked you?” Sigyn could hardly believe it. Everyone knew Odin was well past his prime. He was heading toward the fading time, the time when all Asgardians ascended to the Norns and returned to the cosmos. He rarely reacted to things at all anymore, but let them to Thor.

“No, not Odin. Her! That, that woman! That Midgardian whore! She set them on me! Oh, Sigyn! You must fix this, fix me. I can’t live like this. I’m hideous! Njord won’t even look at me!” Gerda cried.

Distraught as she was, Sigyn knew there would be little in the way of coherency from Gerda until she calmed down.

Sigyn took her hand and led the disfigured woman into the parlour where she had been reading previously to the evening's excitement. “Sit, Gerda. Let me help you.”

Gerda leaned heavily against her before sitting on the settee. “Oh, thank you, Sigyn! I knew you would remove them!”

“Of course, you’re my dear friend, Gerda.” Sigyn smiled and slowly caressed the worst scar on Gerda’s face with magic laced fingers. The red wash of power faded away to reveal nothing had changed.

Sigyn froze and stared in shock. “Gerda, who healed these?”

“He did!” she hissed. “He said I must bear the scars to remember it was only by the compassion of his Ástvinur that he healed me at all. Compassion my ass! She’s the one who did this to me!”

Sigyn swallowed hard and tried again, strengthening the magic she used and twisting the spell to her advantage, but still, it failed. “I can’t…” she whispered.

“What? Can’t what?” Gerda asked.

“I can’t fix it. Loki has done something to keep anyone from changing what he’s wrought. He has made sure the scarring will remain… indefinitely.”

Gerda burst into wild tears. “This is her fault! I want her dead, Sigyn! Dead!”

A second pounding on her door preceded it banging against the wall, and Sigyn lurched to her feet as two armed guards stormed inside. “What is the meaning of this? You enter my home without permission? The home of the Teacher?”

“Apologies, Sigyn. But we have our orders from the King. Lady Gerda is to be escorted to her husband, and they are to be shown the way home, beyond the city gates. By any means necessary.”

Njord strode in moments later. “Gerda. You have caused me enough trouble. Get up, woman. We leave now for home.”

“It is not my home but your barren winter one! I won’t go! I won’t leave the city!” Gerda screamed.

Sigyn hit her with a jolt of magic, knocking her out and straight to the floor. “Take her and go.”

A sneer curled Njord’s lips. “Some friend you are.”

“Get out of my house before I turn you all into toads,” Sigyn snarled.

The guards came forward to lift Gerda by the arms and drag her away.

But Njord drew himself up tall. “You poisoned her mind long ago, witch. I know the venom she spewed tonight was of your making. Thor has cast us out because of you, but be warned. Your lying lips will see him removing your head if you continue down this path. He will not tolerate words against Lady Lauren. As for what I'm sure Gerda had to say, the Princess is the only reason Gerda lives. No one would have stopped Odin’s pets, but she did. She is the reason the Prince healed Gerda at all. So keep your snake tongue in your mouth, or you will regret it!”

“Get out of my house,” Sigyn hissed.

Njord sent one last glower her direction before walking out, slamming the door behind him as he went.

Sigyn cast a hand toward the front of her house and saw all the locks engaging. There was much for her to think about before tomorrow.

Yes, much.

***

Lauren woke partially in thanks to her bladder, and partly due to the kitten rubbing himself back and forth beneath her chin and headbutting her in the nose. She gave the rascal a little shove and sat up slowly, careful not to wake her husband.

Loki slept on his back beside her, his face soft and so handsome. He was a dark angel, all sharp features and pale skin. After centuries with little to no rest, she loved knowing he could find peace in his dreams now because of her and the bond they shared.

She slipped quietly from the big bed, her feet finding the plush fur on the floor beside it. Coals were burning in the hearth, giving her just enough light to see by as she made her way across the room to the bathroom.

Socks scampered along behind her, sneaking in the door before she shut it. She watched him prowl around as she took care of things, and chuckled when he dipped a foot in the bath water, only to yank it out and shake it vigorously.

“Silly kitty,” she teased while washing her hands. “You fall in, and you'll regret it.”

He followed her when she left the bath and entered the closet which, honestly, she thought was a touch excessive. It was a room the size of a bedroom back home, had a reclining couch in the middle and an enormous mirror in a gilt frame at the far end.

It made her wonder if the women of Asgard were so vain they liked to laze about their closets and admire their clothing. Racks of empty rails, shelving, and drawers lined the walls, while the two suitcases Loki had produced sat stacked in the corner.

It took her entirely too long to figure out where the twins had stashed her yoga clothes.

She wondered what Anekke and Anitra thought of the clothing. Lauren hadn't seen anything close to it since coming here. Nothing so tightly fitted, at any rate. She’d seen some rather… skimpy dresses last night, but it seemed the women of Asgard weren't concerned with showing too much flesh. The men all stayed somewhat buttoned up, but the women had no such qualms.

Some of the dresses had been no more than lengths of cloth held together by cords. And, while Lauren didn't begrudge them their wish to shake what their mama gave them, she also didn't think such clothing would be appropriate for her to wear considering the position she now found herself in.

Back-baring or especially fitted was one thing, but some of their gowns had cover tits and ass and little in between which, once again, brought to mind the term bedding wenches. Had the women at the party who were so scantily clad been nothing more than that? Were the ones Thor entertained also of that nature?

Lauren shook her head and drew the lavender gown off her shoulders, letting the silk fall to puddle around her feet. She had a lot to learn about Asgard society it seemed. As she folded the nightgown and placed it in a drawer, she wondered if she should request a tutor of some kind to help her figure it all out or if she were better off muddling through on her own.

From her small makeup bag, found in another drawer, she pulled a hair elastic and tied her hair back in her standard tail. Selecting a pair of bright blue capri tights, underwear, and a matching sports bra, Lauren quickly changed clothes. It had been too long since she’d run through her morning workout, and she was feeling the stiffness in her back and neck. She figured that was more stress related than physical, but her yoga did more than loosen her muscles. It calmed her mind and centred her, seeming to settle her overactive thoughts with each deep breath.

She always imagined breathing in the positive and exhaling the negative in her life. Her worries for Sara and Benny still niggled at her, but if they were with SHIELD, had Loki and Heimdall looking out for them, and Usun watching over them, they were as protected as they could be without being in her arms.

Lauren wanted them with her so badly it sometimes ached in her heart, but until she could prove Marabeth’s abuse, there was nothing she could do but what she had.

They were safe. She had to believe they were safe and would stay that way. It would drive her batty if she didn't.

With her mat in hand, she made her way toward the bedroom doors, pausing only to smile at Loki sleeping on and quietly exited the room.

She left the door ajar so he'd know where she’d gone and walked out into the light of Asgard’s dawn. The balcony beyond the doors called out to her, but when she placed her hand on the handle, it gave her an icy chill.

Cold seeped through the pane of glass, and she stepped away with a shiver. It appeared outside yoga would be a no-go unless she waited until later in the day. Still, the beauty of the world beyond the windows held her captivated for one long moment before she turned and went to roll her mat out on a bare strip of floor between two fur rugs.

She settled down on the ground, her body bending over her knees into child's pose, and began to slow her breathing, only to snort a giggle when Socks walked up her arm to plant his butt between her shoulder blades. There he sat, purring like a chainsaw, evidently pleased as punch with his new perch.

Lauren chuckled but didn't let it stop her. He’d move or fall off eventually. The little rascal would learn as Felix had. She missed the big marmalade and hoped he was being spoiled rotten by the rest of the team.

Clearing her mind, Lauren began to move, inhaling and exhaling as she went from child pose to her hands and knees, warming up her back and spine. She pushed up onto her toes into downward facing dog, letting her body fold into an inverted ‘V’, sending Socks leaping for safety.

“Silly kitty,” she giggled.

He wound his way around her hands but quickly learned to get out of the way when she moved through her first vinyasa, stretching and warming her body further with chaturangas, and upward facing dog, chair poses, and forward bends, runner’s pose, and sun salutations.

Her blood surged through her veins and made her smile. It was like she could feel her heart push every drop of blood through her body. She could feel the oxygen she breathed in feed every cell. Her mind calmed its swift march, and she became one with the world around her.

Her feet were the roots which bound her to the earth, her body the trunk which bent with the wind but didn't break, and her arms were the branches which stretched to the sky, seeking the sun's nourishing warmth.

She felt alive here.

Warm and soft, she began to work through the harder poses. The ones which saw her bending and twisting into pretzel-like shapes. One she'd been working toward for years was called the Fallen Angel, and she’d never quite gotten the hang of it, but today she felt exceptionally empowered and transitioned into an easy handstand.

Slowly, she allowed her arms to bend to ninety degrees, and her upper body to twist to the side until her ear and one shoulder skimmed the floor. She tightened her core when she wobbled, brought her knee slowly down to rest on her elbow, and stretched the leg closest to the bend in her waist upward with her toes pointed toward the sky.

She breathed and held the difficult pose. Breathed and tried not to squeal in happiness for having finally gotten it right.

After a five count, she slowly extended both legs and untwisted her spine, pushing back up into her handstand where she spread her legs out into a split and bent her elbows again to lower her forearms to the floor. From the armstand, it was simple to transition into Scorpion. All she had to do was curl her forward leg up and over to join her back leg, and arch her back as she lifted her head and brought her toes down to her crown.

The pull in her abdomen became a flutter of heat when the growl of appreciation rumbled through the room.

Lauren only smiled. “Loki. Come to join me?”

“My darling, you and your bendy spine need to return to our bed.”

She laughed softly and stretched her feet toward the ceiling. Bringing her knees to her chest, she allowed them to lower slowly to the floor and sat up to peer at him waiting for her in the doorway.

He’d put on pants, ones he certainly hadn't worn to bed, and looked devilishly handsome. “You keep interruptin’ my workout, elskan min.”

“I'll happily replace it with another kind of work out,” he purred and slowly prowled across the room.

She smiled and let her gaze glide down his lanky form, all those tight, compact muscles flexing as he moved. “Or you could help me finish.”

“Help you how, love?” he asked appearing intrigued.

Lauren blushed as she pushed up to her feet. “I found a video once when I was lookin’ for more yoga ones. It was for a couple to do if… if you're interested?”

He arched his brow. “I have never done your yoga, Lauren.”

“I know, but this is more about strength, and there was this one move the couple did that you could try and… and never mind.” She shook her head. “I'm just bein’ foolish.”

She turned away, prepared to roll up her mat when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush to his hot body.

“Don't do that, my love. Don't dismiss your passions as foolishness. If you wish to try this pose, I am willing.”

“Really?” she whispered.

“Tell me what I must do.”

Lauren’s heart pounded in both excitement and a little trepidation. She’d never done this before, but she had no doubt he'd be more than strong enough. “Lay down on your back.”

He settled swiftly to the floor, stretched out long and lean as she stepped over him to straddle his ribs.

“Mm, I like this already,” he purred cheekily.

She giggled nervously. Usually, the bottom partner’s feet were involved in getting her where she needed to be, but she was already so excited and a little scared he’d hate it, she didn't want him to quit on her and figured she could probably get her body where it needed to go on her own.

“Okay, I'm gonna bend over, and when I do, I need you to support me with your hands here and here.” She showed him how to catch her with the heel of his hand beneath her collarbone and curl his fingers over the tops of her shoulders for added support. “Keep your arms straight and try not to wiggle,” she said, her heart racing.

“Lauren…” he frowned. “What are you-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish, just gripped his wrists, leaned all her weight into the cups of his hands and raised her leg straight up.

He gasped but didn't move, his strength unfathomable.

Engaging her core, Lauren slowly pulled her second leg up, bringing it toward the ceiling. Once she felt stable in the handstand, she slowly began to arch her back, allowing her legs to lower from vertical to horizontal, falling open in a full split and bent her knee until her back foot came to rest on the top of her head.

Only then did Lauren dare dart a glance down to Loki’s face. The verdant green of his eyes caused her already short breath to catch. Desire mixed with wonder starred back. Held captive by his eyes, she slowly reversed the pose until her feet settled lightly on the ground again. Then her knees buckled, and she found herself rolled beneath him into the fur before the fire.

The weight of his hard cock connecting with her core caused Lauren to gasp.

“That was…” He seemed to search for something to say.

“Kinda sexy,” Lauren whimpered, grinding up against him.

“More than kind of,” he growled and rolled his hips.

Lauren’s breath caught. “It was a sexy video,” she moaned. “But couples yoga is always kinda sexy.”

“Perhaps you should teach me,” he crooned, licking the sweat from her throat.

“I dunno, Loki,” she smiled. “You've got to be pretty flexible. You sure you can bend with me?”

“If it ends with you contorting into those ridiculously becoming poses, darling, I will certainly try.”

Lauren laughed as she caught him behind the knee and flipped their position, evidently surprising him. “No, peaches. It ends,” she paused to peel her sports bra off over her head, “with both of us naked.”

His rumble of delight seemed to dance down her spine even as his big hands closed over her breasts. “Even better, pet. That is my favorite kind of ending.”

Lauren laughed and bent down to kiss him hard on the mouth. When she lifted her head, she smiled wickedly. “I put my ponytail back in, elskan min. Just for you.”

His eyes darkened, and his smile spread to match hers. “I was hoping you'd say that, my heart. Yes, I certainly was.”

The wolf seemed to rise in his eyes again, and Lauren shivered even as she smiled. Her life with him was never dull, and today was turning out to be no different.

“I love you, Loki,” she whispered, lightly caressing his cheek.

“My sweet wife…” he purred and kissed her again.

She sat back with a smile and stroked a finger over the torque around her neck. “Shall we play a game, husband?” she asked.

He sat up, and his grin was devious. “Oh yes, pet. Most definitely yes.”

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