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A Wife for Thor Pt.24

What She’s Done

05/19/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,590

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, Loki being the best bro, pregnancy problems

A/N: I’m sorry this is so late. I’m not going to explain too much as I want the focus to be on the chapter but I’m feeling better. Hope you all enjoy this one and I hope you can forgive me. haha As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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The sound of the fanfare outside is muted. The heavy doors of the main room are shut.

Thor sits on his large steel, silver, and wooden throne. Normally, your own throne would have been moved into the room so that you could sit beside him. Today however, he wants you standing.

Loki stands on Thor’s left, his hands moving across his tablet at godly speeds. He’s busy. Always busy. While Thor has the final say, Loki sets everything up for him and comes to him with the choices that must be made.

He’s indispensable and both you and Thor know it. So, when the large doors are thrown open and Thor takes his hand off of your lower waist where he’d been massaging the knots away, as Ambassador Coates walks forward, you glare right at him and his judging distrustful look at the sight of Asgard’s Prince.

The music outside, large horns that sound more like a call to battle, slowly die and are completely cut off when the doors are shut. Just outside you know two Valkyrie are standing guard.

Inside, two more regular guards stand at attention.

“Ambassador Coates, I’m glad you saw fit to accept my invitation,” Thor says casually.

One wouldn’t know that Thor is angry. He sounds so welcoming. The charm he’s exuding is one you’ve never seen him use before but Loki doesn’t seem surprised by it. Instead, Loki’s lips seem to curve upwards a little in the teeniest smirk.

The Ambassador does as he’s expected and once he’s near the foot of the raised wooden floor where Thor’s throne sits, he gives a quick bow meeting first Thor’s singular eye and then your own blank gaze.

Keeping your anger in check is easy. You’re able to wipe your face of all emotion and it’s a skill now that you’re glad you learned in the orphanage you’d grown up in. Never letting anyone know how sad or hurt you are was key to your survival.

“Your Majesties,” the ambassador states, the irritation in his voice loud and clear for all of you to hear.

It looks like Thor’s plan to roll out the red carpet as if the ambassador were visiting royalty got his message across clearly.

“I hope I find you in good health? Are you faring well with the pregnancy?”

You don’t answer him. You simply stare.

“We’re well enough,” Thor begins. “Forgive me in my haste to get to the point, Ambassador Coates but as I hear it from my brother, you have been making it very difficult for Her Majesty the Queen of Asgard to meet with you, despite her warnings that what she had to share was imperative to the safety of Earth and human-kind.”

The ambassador blinks. He doesn’t attempt to speak or react in any other way than to show that he’s processing Thor’s words. All signs of irritation at his welcome gone.

“Would you say that is a fair statement for her having sent, what was it? Four emails and three phone calls?” Thor asks Loki.

“Seven emails and four phone calls,” he corrects.

“Right. Seven and four.”

“Your Majesty…”

“I think you have been under the impression that my marriage to my wife has been one in name only. She’s Queen but not really? Right? She has no power or authority? Is that what you think?”

Ambassador Coates swallows hard, sweat beading along his temples. He’s not a stout man. In fact, most women would think him good looking. Nothing to Thor or Loki, but for a human he’s handsome. His sweating in this climate makes no sense unless he’s suddenly stressed.

Maybe you shouldn’t feel bad but you do just a bit. You can’t imagine what he must feel being scrutinized by Thor, yourself, and Loki. Clearly he did something wrong and now he knows it.

“Your Majesties, I-I meant no offense. Unfortunately this is a busy time for myself and my colleagues and-”

“We have no time for your excuses,” Thor sits up straighter and draws his legs a little closer together before he licks his lips and holds his hand out towards you.

Taking it, you watch him get up and then he helps you sit before checking on you, “Better, cherub?”

You nod, looking up at him as he caresses the side of your head.

“The only reason you hold the job that you currently do is because my people and I chose to settle on Earth. You might say you owe it to us. Perhaps you’d still have been employed should we not have come here but from what I understand, your salary is considerably more than what it would have been were you in some other position.

“You are married and have children, too. Don’t you?” Thor asks.

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty.”

“So, it’s important to keep your job. Isn’t it?”

He says nothing, this time simply looking down at Thor’s feet.

“My wife is not just Queen in name but she has been exemplary in her devotion of ruling the people of Asgard at my side with honor and grace. The people love her. I’m not sure what made you think you could slight an Asgardian Queen but let me be clear. If our people should find out that there was such disrespect, believe me when I tell you that the loss of your job would be the last thing you’d have to worry about.”

“And just to be clear,” Loki cuts in as Thor’s taking a breath. “My brother is not threatening you. This is a statement of fact. We Asgardians are fiercely loyal and easily offended.”

You like that Ambassador Coates isn’t glaring at Loki anymore. The fear in his eyes is worrying, but you also know that your husband and brother would do nothing to actually hurt this idiot. They’re just making sure he knows where he stands.

Thor crosses his large arms across his wide chest. Though you don’t think he means it to be intimidating, you can see from the ambassador’s gulp that Thor’s minor flex has great impact.

Gods, he’s huge.

“As it just so happens, aside from being a Queen without fault to this kingdom, the Queen of Asgard has seen fit to continue to perform in her duties as the bridge between our two peoples. She refuses to let us make decisions for the human race and was attempting to contact you to warn you of impending dangers. And you, what was the phrase, love?”

“Blew me off.”

“That’s right, you blew her off. And yet we welcome you with respect and grace.”

“Your Majesties,” the ambassador begins, but Thor holds up his hand and he stops.

“Let this be a lesson in humility for you. I love Earth and for that reason alone, in addition to the fact that this is my wife’s home and now mine, we will forgive this lapse of judgement on your part,” you’ve never heard Thor sound more like a King than in this moment.

It’s also one of those moments where you really want to drag him back to the room and get him naked. He’s never been this attractive.

The ambassador bows his head, taking his punishment with dignity.

“Forgive me, your Majesties,” he begins to say something, but then stops himself.

“Speak your mind, Ambassador Coates,” Loki urges, seeing something you and Thor don’t.

“I merely wish to apologize for my lack of forethought. I was not the only one dismissing Her Majesty the Queen of Asgard but will be sure to rectify the behavior with my colleagues when I return.”

Loki smiles, turning his gentle gaze on you as he realizes that you were right. It wasn’t misogyny. Not on Ambassador Coates’s part. That might not be the case for everyone though.

“Perhaps I should schedule meetings with your colleagues so that we might have a quick talk about the expectations we have for our relationship going forward?”

Loki’s threat is veiled heavily, but Ambassador Coates still picks up on it and his face goes a little pale.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Your Highness. I will pass along the sentiments, if you will let me.”

There’s a burning satisfaction in your chest. Something about watching Ambassador Coates finally show not just you but Loki the respect he deserves makes you so happy.

“My Queen?” Loki prompts you, looking to you to wait for your reply.

“I think we can give him a chance to express our disappointment for us. He is our ambassador. Isn’t that right Ambassador Coates?”

Coates looks relieved, pressing his hand to his chest as he bows his head to you again.

It’s a strange sensation to see the gratitude on his face and his posture relaxes as a result. You literally just did that. You gave him some forgiveness and it really does make all the difference.

“I will support you and the Asgardian throne with more fervor from here on out, Your Majesty.”

“Cool,” you shrug, reaching to place your hand on the back of Thor’s neck, absolutely beaming at him.

He chuckles and puts his hand back on your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze and shake.

“Are you happy, my cherub?”

You nod, unable to contain the smile that stretches across your lips and you lean into him.

“Good. My job here is done then. Now, I have some things to do,” Thor rises and moves around until he’s facing you and pulls you up into a chaste but loving kiss.

With a caress to your belly, he looks at Loki and nods.

“I’ll leave the rest to you and my Queen, brother.”

“Sif will meet you by the docks,” Loki nods.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you later, love. If you need me, just tell Loki and I will come running.”

“‘Kay,” you smile.

Thor turns back to your guest and moves towards him, clapping his shoulder as he passes, “Do better, Ambassador Coates. Do better.”

All three of you watch Thor strut for the large front doors. The guard opens it for him and when he’s out of sight, the doors shutting behind him, you move to take your seat on the throne. Loki scoots a little closer to your side but stands with his tablet ready.

“Now, I think we should get down to the reason I wanted to meet with you,” you start and Ambassador Coates stands a little straighter. “But...I don’t know about you but this whole towering over you sitting on a throne thing is not really my style and feels a little forced. Let’s go to my sitting room.”

Loki smirks as Ambassador Coates relaxes a little more and even smiles, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

As the three of you walk up the steps to the right of the throne room to climb up to the small sitting room that had been set aside for you and your private entertaining, you steal a few glances at Ambassador Coates.

He still looks a little rattled and you stroke your stomach, the long silk dress you’re wearing, ruffled skirt and loose waist giving it a soft flowing quality is still noticeable and Ambassador Coates steals a few glances.

“Didn’t think I was really pregnant?”

He blanches, “What? N-No, Your Majesty! I had no reason to doubt you.”

“It’s okay. A lot of people didn’t believe it until I came back from my little vacation. I just wanted to make sure that it would take. We’re all so dependent on this little one and a lot is riding on my having Thor’s heir quickly.”

“No one who has seen you rule since your marriage would doubt your commitment to this union, Y/N,” Loki assures you gently.

He’s your number one supporter and you’re so damn grateful for him.

All three of you fall into silence but with your heavy belly and your slow walk, it stretches on.

“I’m sorry about Thor’s enthusiasm to put you in your place,” you give Coates a small apologetic smile but he quickly shakes his head. “He can be a little passionate.”

“No, Your Majesty, the mistake was mine. I should have paid you the respect you deserved. It’s-You work in an environment for too long and you begin to adopt certain behaviors that you should know aren’t acceptable but when everyone is doing it and-I was wrong. I can’t blame Thor for setting me straight.”

“Thank you, for understanding,” you shrug.

“Thank you for not holding it against me and letting me do better.”

It takes only another few minutes to reach the sitting room and you make a beeline for the small loveseat before dropping into it and leaning back against the soft plush cushions.

“Whew, I probably should have done my research on how pregnancy would affect all aspects of my life before agreeing to it,” a joke and Coates gets it because he looks respectfully amused.

Loki scoffs, “With Thor, I doubt you’d have had much choice in the matter. He is also believed to be a God of fertility, you know?”

“Loki!”

The small shock on your face really makes Coates laugh this time and your neck, ears, and cheeks burn.

Not wanting to drag this meeting out for a long time you clear your throat and Loki sits down on the armchair beside you opposite Coates’s own seat.

“I should really be more formal, but I’m not kidding when I tell you that this pregnancy is taking a toll on me.”

“Think nothing of it, Your Majesty,” Coates assures you.

“I’m not sure what you’ll be able to do with this information and maybe it’ll be best if, with your help, you can get a meeting in front of both the United Nations and NATO scheduled for me to speak to them directly.

“Thor and Loki would be there with me, of course, but it was my idea to even bring this to your attention.”

“I will be of any assistance that I can be,” Coates nods, face serious and attentive.

“We wanted to wait until we had more concrete information to give Earth’s leaders but our Queen is adamant that an early warning is better than detailed information,” Loki explains.

“Is the Earth in danger?” Coates asks, worried now.

“Sort of,” you nod. “Truth is, we don’t know. What we do know is that there’s an energy signature that we’ve been monitoring for months. Almost my entire first year of marriage. What we do know is that the energy signal was strong enough to bring Doctor Foster here to look for an explanation and my brother-in-law has kept his eye on it too. It’s familiar to him and not unthreatening so we’ve been preparing watch stations across the globe. We have one in North and South America, Australia, almost every continent so that we won’t miss any kind of danger that comes falling from the sky.

“We don’t want a repeat of New York,” you look at Loki and Coates looks at him too but neither of you have any kind of judgement in your expressions.

Maybe a little for Coates, but he quickly turns his gaze back on you.

“I wanted to give the people of Earth time to prepare for that kind of attack. The Avengers are already on the case and have been helping build up a defense but they can only do so much. Their focus is going to be on the bigger fight if it comes to that. I want to give us a fighting chance on the ground where regular people are often the ones to get hurt and suffer from big threats like this.

“I don’t want the casualties to look like they have in the past when something or someone threatens us. So, I just want to give world leaders a briefing on what we’ve found, what we’ve built in defense, and give them the resources to keep track of what we’re keeping track of.

“We’re at a unique advantage with not only Asgard’s knowledge, technology, and resources. We’re still a growing nation and what we do have is lots of strength. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and while the Valkyrie have to stay here to protect my family, we have a sizable guard that can be split into a few regiments to send out to the places that will need it most and still have enough forces to protect New Asgard.”

Coates is thinking hard, then his hand dives into his pocket and he pulls out his phone, “I’ll start making calls and can probably have something set up the day after tomorrow. If the threat is serious enough to make you worry about us humans this much, I think the sooner the better.”

“It is serious enough,” Loki assures him. “Even if it turns into nothing, we would all rather have done everything we could to minimize damage to both the humans of Earth and New Asgard.”

“Then I’ll get started. Is there any kind of data that I should see in order to convince my bosses?”

You look to Loki and reach out, placing your hand on his arm, “Loki, take Ambassador Coates down to the dungeon and let him get a look at anything we’ve gathered in the monitoring station. You’ll forgive me for not coming with you, Ambassador Coates? I really can’t stand walking around much longer today.”

“Of course, please do not mind me,” he assures you, giving you a small bow.

“Shall I have your lunch brought in here?” Loki asks.

“Please?”

He nods and with a gesture at Ambassador Coates, leads the way to the door.

“When you’ve made any significant progress, I will be in here. Can you come and let me know?”

Coates nods, the phone now pressed to his ear, “As soon as I know something, Your Majesty.”

They leave you in an appropriate rush and you relax against the cushions of your sofa feeling like a small burden’s been lifting off your shoulders.

You’ve done your part now. You’ve warned your Ambassador, now it’s his job to convince his higher-ups and hopefully they listen.

Estrid does eventually come with your lunch and you eat slowly, thinking through your options for Coates and the rest of the governments of the world. Splitting the Asgardian army up isn’t ideal, but they pack a punch. Even just a handful of soldiers in a city would make a difference.

You finish eating and you finish your tea. You get up to walk a little around the sitting room but as the afternoon wears on, you start to feel suffocated inside and Estrid happily goes with you down to your gardens.

Most of your plants have been well taken care of.

“His Majesty made sure that we kept all of your plants healthy for you,” Estrid informs you, moving to walk a few steps behind you as you walk around with a small watering can.

His consideration brings a smile to your lips.

Thor really can be so sweet. So loving. You hate that some of the time from your first year was stolen by what happened with Jane, but it couldn’t be helped. He had to discover what it would mean to lose you and you had to learn that depending on yourself is still just as important married as it was when you had no one.

Maybe it’s even more important now? You can get lost in your relationship with Thor and while that’s super tempting, to have your world start and end with Thor and your married life together, you are still your own person.

You have goals for your career and shared dreams with him too. You’ve got your hobbies and Thor has his. Both of you needed the distance.

Despite that, even though you know that the space was good for both of you, even if it hurt like hell to get it the way you two did, you’re actually really happy to be back home.

As you reach over to water one of your taller butterfly bushes, you gasp and pull your arm back against your body as a small sharp pain rocks your senses and blinds your vision for a split second.

“Your Majesty?�� Estrid hurries forward.

“I’m fine, Estrid,” you assure her, waiting another second to see if the pain will come back.

Reaching down you rub the spot on your tummy where you’d felt it and wonder if maybe the baby is just kicking especially hard today.

“Shall I fetch the doctors?”

“No, really. I’m fine, Estrid.”

You move to the next plant and water a few more as you head towards the small greenhouse with the Asgardian plants you’re still trying to perfect the care for but as you reach for the door, you double over as a shooting pain stretches across the same side as before then moves down onto the base of your belly.

The watering can falls from your hand as you reach out to brace yourself against the door and hits the floor with a clunk as the water goes all over your flats, soaking your feet.

“Your Majesty!”

Estrid races to you, hands placed on your back and arm to support you as she looks to steal a glance at your face.

With your eyes shut tight, you groan and whimper as the pain just gets sharper.

“Estrid…” it takes a moment to catch your breath. “Get the doctors.”

“Guard!” Estrid calls, forcing you to let go of the door so that she can lead you to a bench. “Guard, send for the doctor!”

“Thor,” you whimper, sitting slowly and gasping as the pain intensifies. “Get Thor.”

“I’ll send for him, my Queen,” Estrid assures you and now that you’re seated, she leaves you to run and hurry the guard.

“What’s wrong?”

“Loki?” you call breathlessly, searching for his face for the comfort you know it’ll give you to have him close.

“Here,” he calls out for you and hurries around the corner. “I’m here. What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

He hovers over you, leaning over, his hands carefully pressed to your cheek and the other on your stomach.

“It hurts,” you sob without tears, “Loki…”

“It’s alright,” he promises. “You and my nephew will be fine. Come on, put your arm around my neck.”

His certainty does help and you get your arm around him. With ease he squats down and lifts you into his arms and with you moves back into the palace.

~~~~~~~~~~

It feels like a long time when you open your eyes again. You’re dizzy a little and weak. Your body feels heavy and it’s a struggle to sit up.

Looking around, you realize you’re in your bedroom alone. The sky outside is dark and the room is dim with only the fireplace lit to cast a warm orange glow around the dark room.

“Loki?” you try, remembering him carrying you when he found you in the garden.

No movement.

“Thor? Estrid?” You’d sent her to get the doctors and to get Thor. Had the doctors come?

Thor’s favorite armchair is placed by your bed, angled towards you so he must have been in here sitting by you waiting for you to wake up.

With a heavy sigh, you realize that he must have been out of his mind with worry when he heard what happened. Is the baby okay?

You put your hands on your tummy and wait for movement. He does wiggle around a little. Normal for you and him and that makes you feel better about the pain that had come out of nowhere.

It takes you too long to get up and out of bed. You’re in your nightgown, a long simple piece with modern touches but it’s also very similar to some of the long flowing white ones you remember seeing in history books.

Taking extra time to stretch up onto your feet just in case the pain comes back, you breathe a sigh of relief when you take your first step and find that you’re okay.

“Oh, baby,” you reach down and rub the sides of your bump. “You scared me, rascal.”

You know that you should probably stay still. Staying in bed is probably what your Doctors suggested but the empty chair has you worried about Thor and what state he might be in.

So instead of staying where you should, you open your bedroom door and step out into the hallway.

The spots to either side where there’s usually a guard are empty.

You look up towards the other end of the hall and see that the two soldiers have moved to stand at the center of the hall, shoulders tense and obviously distracted. Further down, at what you think they must be staring at is a grouping of palace staff. People you recognize. Estrid stands among them, frowning at the small crack in the door through which pours a line of bright white light from the sitting room you share with Thor.

Did something happen?

As you pass the two guards the jump and hurry back to the sides of your bedroom door where they belong. Their flurry of movement must have drawn the attention of the others standing by the door. They also seem to jump, look shamed and worried, before they move away from the door and head in all different directions to get back to work.

One of the maids that passes you curtsies before she scurries off stealing a look of regret at you.

Estrid stands rigid, hands clasped to her front before she steps back a bit to give you room.

“What is it, Estrid?”

She doesn’t say anything. She looks upset, her lips fixed into a severe line, eyes full of anger as she shakes her head.

“Where’s Loki? Thor?” you check, stopping by her and she only looks at the door.

You can hear muted voices from inside and your heart begins to pound.

Is it the doctors? Are Thor and Loki getting bad news? The baby was just moving though!

Your baby has to be okay. Healthy even. Nothing was wrong before you came back home.

Clinging to your bump, you move towards the crack in the door and with the breath leaving your lungs in fear of what you’ll overhear you just go ahead and push the door open because eavesdropping hasn’t served you well in the past.

If something needs to be said, you want to hear it without hiding.

Of course, what you aren’t expecting to find is Loki facing you by the long sofa where Thor usually lounges, resting his head on your lap. Behind Loki, what must have given him that frustrated look on his face is Thor, Jane clinging to his arm as she finishes speaking the thought you just interrupted as they all turn to look at you.

“-can’t help it. I love you. I-”

The absolute fury that engulfs you is indescribable.

For one year-long second, you inhale and a million thoughts cross your mind. The one you grasp onto, in favor of the ones involving murder and hurt and violence, is the one of your baby.

This kind of anger is bad for him. You can’t let it consume you. Not when you need to stay good for him.

Loki looks down at his feet, disappointment and shame overcoming his pale, handsome features.

Thor quickly jerks his hand out of Jane’s grip and moves towards you but stops when you speak only a few feet away.

“Jane?”

She swallows hard, then frowns, “I only came to warn Thor that the readings have gotten stronger. I-”

“I don’t care why you’re here. I only care that you are here. You aren’t welcome in my house, near my husband, or on any piece of land in this Kingdom,” you take a step towards them and stop as you stroke your belly to remind you to keep calm. “I want you gone. Out of my home, away from my people, and if you trespass here again, I’ll have you thrown in jail. You aren’t welcome in New Asgard.”

“You can’t ban me from an entire Kingdom,” she argues, moving forward towards you.

“Try me,” you warn. “Out of respect for what you meant to Thor in the past, I’ve kept your name clean. I haven’t told anyone what you tried to do here, but here you are trying again. Now either you want me to trash you, or you seriously can’t take a hint.

“We don’t want you here.”

“Thor invited me himself, if he didn’t want me here, why would he do that?”

You grind your teeth, again stroking your tummy, “You’re right. I don’t know why my husband would invite you here when I have made it very clear that you aren’t welcome. Whatever the reason, he and I will discuss it together, because we’re married. Husband and wife. Until the day I die, at least, since he’ll outlive me by two thousand years.

“And whatever you two had in the past is gone. So, get out or I’ll have you thrown out.”

She opens her mouth to argue and you take two steps towards her, “I might be pregnant, but I can still do plenty of damage in the minute that it’ll take Thor and Loki to pull me off of you. Please, say something. Please, please I beg you. Give me an excuse. I have a really bad temper and I am dying to express myself. Please.”

Jane turns towards Thor, waiting for some kind of rebuttal from him but he’s got his eyes trained on you and you alone. The shame on his face, the agony of what you finding them all here might mean is not lost on him.

When he doesn’t say anything, Loki clears his throat, “I think it’s time to go, Jane.”

His urging helps and with a look of hurt and disbelief, she tears her eyes off of Thor and stomps out past you.

You watch her go, Estrid scurrying after her to lead her out the back instead of the front where she might be spotted.

“Loki?”

He turns to you, waiting.

“I don’t want anyone to know she was here. Anyone other than the group of palace staff that was standing by the door fucking listening to what was being said in here. Can you get Heimdall and send her home that way?”

“I’m on it,” he assures you and hurries past you, disappearing into the palace.

“I-” Thor begins.

“Don’t!”

He shuts his mouth.

“Not here.”

Turning, you lead the way back to the bedroom and the guard opens the door for you, Thor following closely behind.

As the door shuts you don’t stop until you’re sitting on your bed, hands stroking your belly as you shut your eyes and try to calm yourself.

“I asked you for one thing. One thing, Thor. I asked you not to make a fool of me. Seven people from our staff were listening to you and Jane. Seven! By tomorrow that’ll be twenty and by the weekend the tabloids will have picked up on the story.”

“I’m sorry,” he starts but you growl in frustration.

“I stood in front of our people and told them that Jane Foster was not welcome in our Kingdom and you walked her right in! I-I can’t do this. I can’t do this right now.”

You get up and point at the large doors.

“I need you to get out. I need space and I don’t care why you let her in. I don’t care why you’d make me look like such a stupid fucking joke I only know that you did and I’m done. I need you out. Don’t come looking for me. When I’m ready, if I’m ever ready to talk to you again, I’ll find you. Until then, leave me alone.”

“Cherub-”

“NO! You don’t get to do this shit, Thor-You don’t get to undermine me and bring that woman back into our lives and still get to explain yourself after she lied to you about being pregnant, and making a mockery of our marriage. You don’t get a say. You get out of my room, you keep away from me, you wait until I’m ready to hear you. Until I’m not angry anymore. Until I’m not hurting anymore.

“I don’t understand what it is about this woman that you just-can’t you see what she is? What she’s done? Don’t you understand why she can’t be here? Don’t you get-You know what? Just get out. I don’t care. I don’t care if you get it or not. Get out.”

“Y/N, please, I-”

“GET OUT!”

The silence that follows your outburst is interrupted only by the crackling of the fire. In the dim light, Thor’s face is grave and broken. You can’t feel bad for him though.

As much as you love him, as much as you wish this hadn’t just happened, as much as you hate to see him hurt, you can’t ignore the pain in your own chest, drowning you again in betrayal.

This is why you’d wanted to keep your distance. This agony is why you’d wanted to keep him at arm’s length.

This is why you can only depend on yourself.

Eventually, Thor bows his head and with heavy feet, he leaves your room shutting the door behind him leaving you to sob and throw pillows in anger.

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miss-melon · 4 years ago

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Oh how about hcs of the dr1 boys helping their S/O through a panic attack? Love your blog btw! :)

Of course anon! Just so you know, I put every THH guy except Hifumi due to the fact that he’s on my blacklist, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

REQUEST: Headcanons of THH guys comforting you through a panic attack

‼️POSSIBLE TW: Mention of panic attacks‼️

LEON KUWATA:

•Leon didn’t really have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, but you were his S/O and he loved you so he was gonna try his best.

•He would probably take you to a couch or a bed or anywhere comfy like that and just hold you.

•He would let you play with his hands and he would tell you to try to match your breathing with his.

•He would give you soft kisses and continue to hold you.

•”Shhh it’s gonna be okay, just breathe okay?”

•He would give you back rubs and spoil the hell out of you for the next week. He would spend a bunch of the money he got from playing baseball on comfort items just for you.

•Leon kept on doubting himself through the process because he’s never comforted someone like this before but he was actually really good at calming you down.

CHIHIRO FUJISAKI:

•Chihiro knew the feeling all too well, and he hated seeing you go through that.

•He would hug you tightly and just talk to you calmly.

•”I love you Y/N... just remember that i’m right here and i’ll stay here for as long as it takes...”

•You were always there for him when he was having a hard time and he always felt so useless when he was never able to do that for you, so he felt as though it was his duty to help you right now.

•If you let him, he would sit in your lap and have you play with his hair, he was gonna do whatever it took to calm you down. He also secretly wanted to have physical contact with you.

•He would put together a compilation of soothing sounds and music on his computer and have you listen to it to help you calm down.

•Chihiro loved you so much and you were basically his rock, so he was going to do anything it took to help you during such a difficult time.

MONDO OWADA:

•Similar to Leon, Mondo didn’t know anything about comforting someone either. But this man loved you so much, so he was going to do whatever he could.

•He would have you lay down on his chest as he wrapped his long arms around your body, trying to make you feel safe.

•He would probably try to make you dinner but fail miserably so he would order from your favorite fast food place instead.

•He would carry you around the house whenever he needed to do something, he didn’t want you to be alone during such a vulnerable time.

•If you needed space and didn’t want to have too much physical contact, he would sit not too far from you and tell you reassuring things.

•”Y/N just focus on my voice alright? You’re gonna be okay, you’re so damn strong and you can get through anything.”

•Mondo really loved you and just wanted you to be happy.

KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU:

•Taka was so worried about you when he saw you having a panic attack, he also felt incredibly guilty because he had been pushing you to get more homework done and he knew that that was a big reason why you were going through this right now.

•He would take any homework you were doing away from you and tell you how sorry he was for pushing it on you, he was very emotional in this moment.

•”Y-Y/N, I’m so sorry, I never intended to overwhelm you with all of this. Please let me make it up to you.”

•He couldn’t help himself, he began to cry.

•He quickly calmed himself down however, because he knew that you needed him in that moment.

•He wasn’t the most affectionate boyfriend, but he was very determined to help you calm down.

•He would hold you in his arms and rub your back very gently.

•He treated you as if you were some sort of fragile antique, he made sure to handle you with extreme care.

•Taka was willing to do anything to make you feel safe and happy because you were the first person who has ever loved him this way, and he never thought that he would find anyone who felt that way about him, so you were extremely precious to him.

YASUHIRO HAGAKURE:

•Hiro was a massive goofball who almost never took anything seriously, so when you began to have a panic attack in front of him, he was extremely nervous and didn’t know what to do.

•He would initially try to make you laugh because he didn’t know what else to do at the time.

•”Look Y/N! My crystal ball says that there’s a 60% chance that i’ll kiss you soon! *smooch* OH WOW!!! SPOOKY!!!”

•If that doesn’t work, he will internally panic, he didn’t know what he could do to help you.

•After a bit of time, he would sit down and have you sit in his lap.

•He would just hold you for a while, he would constantly ask if he was holding you okay because this boy was NERVOUS.

•Hiro didn’t want to mess up because he loved you so much, but truth be told, he was a lot better at comforting you than he would think.

BYAKUYA TOGAMI:

•Out of every guy on this list, Byakuya is definitely the most out of his element here. He didn’t even know where to begin.

•He would start by taking your smaller hand in his larger one and rub the back of yours with his thumb in a gentle fashion.

•After a while, he would have you pick out a book.

•When you picked a book, he would pull you into his lap and read it very calmly.

•He wanted to take you away from whatever was making you anxious, and seeing you like this killed him.

•When he finished reading he would just hold you in his arms.

•He wasn’t the best with words but he would try to say at least something to calm your nerves.

•”I love you Y/N... I sincerely apologize if my efforts are insufficient in helping you.”

•Byakuya was much sweeter to you than normal for the next week or so, he wanted to make sure that he didn’t accidentally upset you or anything.

MAKOTO NAEGI:

•Makoto was heartbroken when he saw you having a panic attack.

•He hated seeing you in such a miserable state.

•He was 100% determined to help you through this. He loved you so much and didn’t want to see you in any pain.

•He would give you cuddles, he would hold you or let you hold him, whatever you would prefer.

•He would spoil you with a bunch of presents and treat you like royalty.

•If you started crying, he would whisper to you and let you know that everything would be okay.

•”It’s alright Y/N, let it all out, it’s okay...”

•Makoto was absolutely devoted to you in every way and wanted nothing more than for you to feel good.

THE END.

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I hope you liked these! I actually had a really good time writing them!

#danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa byakuya #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #byakuya togami #makoto naegi #makoto naegi x reader #mondo oowada #leon kuwata #yasuhiro hagakure #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #kiyotaka x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru #chihiro fujisaki #danganronpa chihiro

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infinitebells · 4 years ago

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Hello, I really like your blog a lot! If you still take them, I'd like to make a request. How about William Moriarty, Sherlock Homes, and Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen) neglecting their s/o because they are busy. But they make it up to them with a sensual and passionate night (nsfw pls). I hope this is okay. Take care! <3

oh yes this is brilliant. also i'm going to keep this gender neutral since a gender wasn't specified so it's smut very under the cut.

william

✧ at first you’re well aware that he hasn’t been spending time with you because he’s busy

✧ however, as time goes on, the self doubt gnaws at the back of your mind, and you don’t even realize just how much it’s been affecting you until you can’t even get out of bed one day

✧ all that runs through your head is that he’s probably neglecting you because he’s fallen out of love

✧ william’s been far to busy to see how much his lack of affection has affected you

✧ it isn’t until you can’t even look up at the table during breakfast to say hi to him, and when you do finally look up there are dark bags under your eyes and your eyes are extremely bloodshot

✧ when you see how he's staring at you in shock, you flee the table and lock yourself in your room for the entire day

✧ it isn't until it's almost midnight when william finally goes into your room, his mind running a mile a minute, that he realizes just how badly you've been feeling

✧ the entire day he had been thinking of ways to make it up to you, so by the time he's in bed with you, he already knows what to do

"my love, i'm sorry for neglecting you so much. allow me to show you how much i love you ok?" he says from on top of you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, swollen from you biting them. it was a nervous habit you had developed over the years.

"what do you mean?" your voice is soft, and he can hear the exhaustion in it.

"let me take care of you for the night okay?" he doesn't wait for an answer, unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing. he was pleased to see it was one from his own closet. his lips move from yours, traveling down your jawline and tracing the line of your neck. he hears a content sigh from you, and he smiles against your skin as he continue his path down your neck.

"will, if you don't love me anymore just tell me," his eyes widen as your words, one hand coming to rest next to your head as the other gently massages your hip.

"i'm so madly in love with you i can't imagine my life without you," he breathes out, moving back down to trail kisses down your naked front. "i'm so sorry i haven't been treating you the way you properly deserve," he murmurs against your skin. your honest whimpers shake your body upon feeling william's lips against your clothed groin, and you can feel his soft smile against you.

"let me treat you like the royalty you are,"

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sherlock

✧ he gets so caught up in his cases that he honest to god just forgets about anything else in his life

✧ he once forgot john at a restaurant they were having lunch at because he saw someone struggling with a mugger trying to steal their bag and he sprinted out to go help

✧ so you're used to him being an airhead sometimes and forgetting about spending time with you

✧ however, this time around it had been going on for weeks, and it was almost like you didn't even exist at this point

✧ the self conscious feeling had been eating away at you, and john had started to notice how you skipped meals with him and sherlock and how you rarely left your room unless it was to lock yourself in miss hudson's room

✧ once watson pointed this out to sherlock, he felt extremely stupid because how could he be so neglectful of his wonderful partner?

✧ he decides to surprise you, making sure you were tucked safely in miss hudson's room for the day so he could have time to prepare the surprise

"what is this?" your voice was shaky, the dry sobs from earlier still shaking your body. the room you shared with sherlock was awash in the gentle glow of candles on every available surface, and rose petals traced a path to the bed. sherlock was laid on top of the made up bedding, and sherlock himself was spread out on his side, his elbow on the bed as his hand supported his head. he was shirtless, loose pants barely covering his bottom half, and a beautiful red rose stuck between his teeth. it was a scene straight out of a romance novel.

"i'm making up for being a horrible, horrible boyfriend for the past few weeks," he informs you, the rose falling out of his mouth as his hand beckons you to the bed. you hesitantly edge forward, kneeling down on the bed in front of him. he could see how tense you were, body trembling as tears flooded your eyes. he got up from his spot on the bed, sitting cross legged as he drags you onto his lap, hands finding your face and holding you gently. he was scared if he held any tighter he'd shatter your delicate, beautiful aura.

"n-no, if you don't want to be together any-" his hand moves, palm covering your mouth as he shakes his head.

"you're not getting rid of me that easily. i'm here to stay, and i'm going to make up for not being there for you. i was a very stupid boyfriend, and i'm going to show you how much i love you," he murmurs quietly, hand tilting your head back as his lips find your neck. his touch is barely there, but as one hand finds your hip and the other holds your jaw in place to the side, you're aware of the fact that he's just getting started. he switches from kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder to biting down, hard, and pushing your hips down onto his. you can feel his bulge beneath you, and the moan that falls from your lips is involuntary.

"sherlock," you mumble out, eyes fluttering closed. his kisses and nips grow harder, and his hips gyrate up into yours at a steady pace. both of your breaths pick up, and both of his hands land on your hips and push you down harshly onto his. the groan that rumbles through his chest sounds heavenly, and it pulls a whine out of you.

"fuck darling, i missed you so much," he whispers against your neck, tugging at your night shirt before pulling it off completely. you're both topless, bare torsos pushed together as his finally pulls his face out of your neck and meets your gaze.

"i missed you too detective holmes," you tease, grinding your own hips down onto his. he groans loudly, flipping you two over. rose petals fly up beside you at the force, but your attention is on the man above you, and the aroused smirk plastered across his face.

"oh, i definitely missed this," he says before yanking your pants down harshly.

✧ ✧ ✧

gojo

✧ gojo-sensei honestly has a maximum of three thoughts in his head at all times, and no he's not stupid he just cannot focus on too many things at once or he'll get severely overwhelmed

✧ so between dealing with a reincarnated yuji, hiding his existence from the higher-ups, and dealing with multiple unregistered special grade curses, he just has not had extra time to spend with you

✧ you're well aware and understanding of his added stress, but your insecurities plague you despite knowing this

✧ the logical part of you knows he's just busy, but your negative thoughts simply weighed you down to the point where both yuji and nanami could see how tired you were

✧ gojo only realized how neglected you had been feeling when sukuna popped up on yuji's cheek to make a snide comment about how if gojo wasn't going to take care of his s/o properly, then sukuna would gladly take over for him

✧ immediately rushes home to spend the rest of the night with you

the frantic pounding on your shared bedroom does nothing to rouse you, and when gojo finally unlocks the door and rushes into the room, you're still laying on the bed with your back facing him.

"sweetheart?" his voice is soft, and you feel the bed dip behind you. you stay facing the wall, desperately hoping he won't see the tears sliding across your face. you're proved wrong when his hand tugs on your shoulder, moving you so you're on your back and his face is hovering over yours. his blindfold is hanging around his neck, blue eyes gazing into yours.

"yeah?" you can't stop how your voice cracks, and it only serves to further embarrass you. his face drops, arms pulling you close to him so that your body is beneath his as he hovers over you, one arm propping him up. the other hand rests on your cheek, and you can't help the onslaught of tears that follows his affection. your eyes squeeze shut, and you barely suppress a sob.

"shh, shh, no baby don't cry, i'm so sorry for how i've been acting. i've been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad boyfriend," he says, and his heart softens as he hears a small laugh from you at the reference to one of your favorite movies. "seriously sweetheart, i'm incredibly sorry for not spending time with you. am i allowed to show you how much i love you?" he asks, and when you open your eyes, you can't miss the signature mischievous glint in his startling blue eyes.

"how so?" he gazes down at your wide eyes, tears glistening on your lower lashline and mouth slightly agape in wonder. you look unbelievably beautiful, even in your sadness.

"by doing this," he leans down, kissing you deeply. you immediately respond, reveling in the sweet, familiar taste of the raspberry-flavored chapstick smeared across his lips. you don't taste it for long as his lips move to your neck, hands slithering down your body to yank at the sleep shorts sitting on your hips. once they're down, he leans back, throwing your legs over his shoulders as his lips press onto your groin through your underwear. you gasp at the feeling, warmth pooling in your gut. he smirks, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.

"and what exactly is this?" you're breathless as this point, face warm and legs borderline trembling as his face sits so close to your crotch.

"the physical act of love," his eyebrows wiggle seductively, and neither of you can keep your laughs in. even when he presses another kiss to your clothed area, you'll both always find humor in the love you share together. and gojo had missed seeing you laugh with his head between your legs. he was planning on imprinting the entire night into his brain after it was over.

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #gojo satoru #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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koo-zy · 4 years ago

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hello! do you have any fantasy/historical jungkook x reader fic recs ?

hello lovely!! i’m so sorry i missed this yesterday :( i was actually planning on reorganizing my tumblr because i feel like no fics are ever going to be able to be found my blog LOL so hopefully that’ll be done soon!!

as for the fantasy/historical fics.. i’m honestly not too sure what “fantasy” (do demons count..? soulmates..? werewolves????) typically includes so i’m just going to include a bunch of fics that hopefully fit in :”) here are the first ones that i thought of + summaries included in their main posts!

also.. i’m sure i missed a lot of amazing fics (mainly because i’m dumb as hell and don’t really know what can be included in “fantasy”) and would like to apologize in advance!!

@inktae ’s entire masterlist (they have a lot of fantasy fics!)

while this isn’t just jungkook recs, @ficswithluv had a fantasy category a few weeks ago!

@kpopfanfictrash ‘s jungkook masterlist

@fortunexkookie ‘s jungkook masterlist

one shots!

énouement - @littlemisskookie Mulan!AU

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

midas - @gukyi

jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

i will not lose! - @jimlingss Magic!AU

A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

a piece of the moonlight - @/jimlingss Mulan!AU

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

dynasty - @/jimlingss Historical!AU

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

game of temptation ft. knj, myg, kth - @/jimlingss Succubus!AU

As a succubus, your beauty is unrivaled and shaped to tempt mortals. But it’s still hard to resist Taehyung, and there’s little you can do once you’ve been coerced to do his bidding for him. This time, you find yourself entering the affluent Kim Household as a housemaid. And these poor humans don’t know your intentions are far from being angelic.

knot today - @kinktae

(IDK IF WEREWOLVES COUNT BUT JERHFBDSKNZX THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!)

When your first heat approaches and you are left partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

ego - @luxekook Harry Potter!AU

(..i also don’t know if HP counts LOL)

in which jeongguk is a cocky lil shit and the reader has to take him down a few pegs

stumbling - @hayjeon Prince!AU

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: hii! so the royal wedding of prince harry and meghan is today, and since my bias is JK and since i’m such a sucker for royal stuff, can i reuest a fic of bts all being royal of 7 different kingdom, and all of them being invited to jin’s wedding and the girl (oc) is also invited and kookie met her there, and eventually took an interest at her? the girl is also royalty from other kingdom. thanks!

werewolf!jungkook - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: Werewolf!jk? (im sorry ik it’s overused and unoriginal) where he and his mate have pups to take care of and they’re quite a mischievous bunch!

there for you - @cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jungkook is always known for doing things unapologetically, and it makes sense given how almost nothing gets under his skin—almost nothing, but maybe there’s an exception that takes a form of a muggleborn with the shy smile and quirky spells.

say you won’t let go - @/cupofteaguk Soulmates!AU

You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in

new romantics - @/cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.

a cinderella story - @suhdays Modern Cinderella!AU

you are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. so, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. that boy? none other than the rugby star himself, jeon jeongguk. it doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming halloween party. he’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?

explorer - @1kook Alien!AU

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

rottenfolk - @junqkook Faerie!AU

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

the young wolf - @/junqkook Game of Thrones!AU

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

the lighthouse - @rubycoast S2L!AU

(im not too sure if this is considered fantasy but its one of my favs!)

you and jungkook had one thing in common: you were both lost souls stagnant in the search of some fulfillment. the one of many differences was that your story had been written on your sleeves, while jungkook’s was a story needed to be unriddled.

black magic - @hansolmates Magic Uni!AU

a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons Fantasy!AU

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him. fantasy au.

the lionheart’s oath - @sugaxjpg Knight & Princess!AU

There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.

ghosts just wanna have fun - @/sugaxjpg Psychic & MedSchool!AU

When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

wartime child - @ktheist Wizard!AU

raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

birth of an empress - @/ktheist Dragon Slayer!AU

partners for three years and friends for longer, jungkook thought you’d remain so until he saw you with the knight at the merchant’s trade.

alternatively, the friendly neighborhood wizard trying to propose to the infamous dragon slayer in the middle of slaying a dragon? now, that’s classic.

series/two shots!

fear in your eyes - @/gukyi Werewolf!AU

(again, idk if werewolves count but hifksdjcx !!!!)

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

the worshiper series - @/jimlingss

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven -- existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

a promise of freedom - @/jimlingss Wartime!AU

War is cruel and its inhumanity has not spared you. Captured by the enemy, you were brought to the front lines to heal their wounded. But after one night of saving a particular man’s life, he swears to fulfill any wish of yours.

one year, my love - @/hayjeon Historical!AU

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

demigod!au drabbles - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: i have a supernatural au prompt! how bout daughter of hades/loner!reader and son of zeus/bully! jungkook?

into the woods - @/junqkook Goblin!AU

getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

lionheart - @/junqkook Magic!AU

as a sorcerer, it is of the utmost importance that you keep your magic a secret from everyone. when you become prince jungkook’s servant, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep your identity hidden; especially when you fall in love with him.

a royal exchange - @/hansolmates

she’s the man!au where the princess impersonates her brother yoongi in order to finish his degree on time while yoongi is thrusted into princely duties. jeongguk is in the mess purely through room arrangement

knight!jungkook x princess!reader - @/ktheist

a series with 27 parts!

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head right now :(( not gonna lie, half of these probably don’t even fit into either of those categories and i know there are so so so many amazing fantasy/historical fics out there!! i wish i knew them all but i hope this helped a little bit! if anyone has any fic they’d like to rec, feel free to send it to meee :)

and finallyyyyy i leave my following page open for viewing as well so you can check out all of the authors i follow!! please show all of these authors (and many more) some love! <3

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tiifalockhart · 4 years ago

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Confessions

Anonymous asked: Hi! I was wondering if I could request something for ffxv? I was hoping something where one of Noct’s long time closest friends joins the gang on the road, and they end up getting with Prompto which causes Noct to realize he’s had feelings for them the whole time and gets jealous. I hope that’s not too weird or specific! Thank you!

Pairing: Noctis x Reader/Prompto x Reader

Warnings: alludes to anxiety, jealous, mentions suffocation (as a description of anxiety, don’t worry, no one dies)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: hello!! I’m back with another FFXV request. this is actually the longest thing I’ve written on this blog so far. I really liked this request and was actually planning on doing something similar to it before, I hope you enjoy it anon!

Part Two || Ao3 || Masterlist

Meeting the Prince of Insomnia was purely coincidental.

It wasn’t in school, it wasn’t in the Citadel, and it wasn’t even through one of Noctis’ other friends. You happened to run into him in the street after exiting one of the small markets located in the city. As you left the market, you couldn’t even walk three full steps before feeling someone bump into you and knock the bag out of your hand. You didn’t complain out loud, but a tired and disappointed sigh left your lips. You stared down at the fallen fruit and ripped bag, glaring at it in hopes that it would clean itself up, until you heard a quiet “Sorry” from your left.

You slowly turned to look at the perpetrator, your glare piercing into his soul until you realized who he was. A shocked look formed in your features as you took a step back. “Y-You’re-”

“-The Prince, I know.” He sighed as if he never gets to hear the end about it. He looked down at the ruined bag and frowned, before awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll buy you new ones.” He muttered, bending down to pick it up.

You stared at him in amazement, before quickly leaning down to help him. “I should be the one who’s apologizing, I wasn’t paying attention.” You responded hurriedly, feeling yourself become flustered with the predicament you found yourself in. A soft chuckle left his lips as he shook his head.

“Seriously, don’t worry about it.” He insisted, which surprised you more. “Let’s face it, I wasn’t paying attention and I ruined your food, right? It’s fine.” Noctis shrugged, guiding you back inside the shop. You expressed your gratitude to him over and over again until the two of you parted.

After that strange encounter, the two of you began to see each other more often. It seemed to be more coincidental than deliberate, which both of you found odd. Every single time you saw each other, you’d let out an awkward laugh and greet each other, but it usually never went on further than that.

That is, until your most recent bump-in. The two of you ended up running into each other during class, the two of you obviously trying to do something else other than study. When Noctis’ eyes fell on you, he let out a sigh and slowly shook his head. “I feel like every time I see you, I’m seeing an old friend.” He greeted, which pulled you out of your daze of boredom.

“Oh... Hey Prince Noctis, I never thought we’d see each other so often after we first met.” You replied, snickering. “I didn’t know you attended school here.” You pointed out, raising a brow.

Noctis nodded lightly as a small smile tugged on his lips. “I feel like fate is telling us to become friends or something like that.” He shrugged, walking alongside you. “Wanna get lunch together after classes?”

You looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and surprise. “Oh... Me?” You asked, knowing it was a dumb question. “I suppose so... I’m not too busy with my studies at the moment.”

“Nice. We’ll meet in front of the school then.” He decided, glancing over at you. “I should probably get to class before I get caught skipping.” He muttered, a tired sigh leaving his lips. The two of you said your goodbyes and parted after that, planning to meet up after school. It was such an odd relationship... Neither of you actually considered being friends until now.

After that day, the two of you spend almost every day together. You grew rather close over the years. Noctis seemed to enjoy having somewhere to go that wasn’t strictly royalty... It was a well needed break usually. Noctis often invited you to royal events as well, usually claiming that he was forced to go and he needed a partner to come. For the most part, you knew that he was just taking this chance to find a way out of the event early, but it was still fun. You got to know his father pretty well, which was surreal. The same question crossed your mind often: how the hell were you able to easily become friends with both the Prince, and the King?

Years had passed since then. Noctis made a few more friends and prepared for his trip to get married off during this time, while you were busy helping your family and working. It wasn’t until a few days before when Noctis was scheduled to leave, he ran into you while you were on your way to work.

A laugh left his lips as you were jolted from your tired state, his sudden presence surprising you. “Man, feels like old times, doesn’t it?” He joked, grinning at you.

A scoff left your lips as you returned the grin. “Something like that. What are you doing here?” You asked, raising a brow at him. He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I came to get you out of work... And to ask you a favor.” Noctis explained, crossing his arms as he continued to walk, gesturing for you to follow. As the two of you walked, Noctis began to talk. “The thing is... I’m going away for who knows how long. It’s great and all, but I don’t know if I want to leave you behind, you know?” He spoke, his brows furrowing. “I wanted to invite you along, I still have room for one more person to come along, so...” His voice trailed as he avoided your gaze.

You raised a brow in confusion. “Wait... You’re asking me to come to your wedding?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“Something like that. Come with me and my friends, we’re leaving tomorrow morning to go to Altissia. You’re my best friend, I think it’s only fair for both of us if you’re there.” He continued, shrugging. His gaze fell to you as the two of you stopped walking, a curious gleam in his eyes.

“Well... I’d be honored, are you sure your friends or your fiancée won’t mind?” You questioned, a hesitant look forming on your features. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Hey, don’t worry about them! Trust me, they’d be happy to be there too. You can meet some of them if you want.” Noctis offered, placing a hand on his hip.

Realistically, who were you to say no? The Prince was asking you specifically, friend or not, you were in no place to deny him. The only reason why you would be hesitant was because you were afraid you wouldn’t really... Fit in. Noctis more than likely picked people that were involved in the royalty family, people he’s known his entire life that was also royalty, even his to-be-wife was royalty. You were just a simple citizen in all of Insomnia that somehow ran into Noctis more than once for it to be considered more than coincidental. Maybe you were overthinking it, but what if they didn’t like you because you weren’t like them?

Reluctantly, you nodded slowly. “Then... I’ll go.” You responded hesitantly. You bit your lip nervously as you continued to think, before speaking again. “But I would like to meet the others before we go so I don’t make things weird or awkward.”

Noctis grinned and nodded. “Sounds good. You can come over to my place and meet Ignis soon.” He mentioned, beginning to guide you there before you could even argue.

Fortunately, you got to meet Ignis and become well acquainted with him, and momentarily met Gladio before the next morning. The only one that you knew almost nothing about was Prompto. The three of them mentioned him occasionally, but they never gave a lot of insight into him.

You weren’t quite sure what to expect as the five of you gathered that morning. You didn’t know what he looked like, how he acted, nor how he even sounded. It was a gamble, and you were a little nervous. Noctis mentioned something about him being a lot like you, which made you feel a little better, at least you weren’t going to be the only commoner among royalty.

When you first saw him, you were slightly taken aback. He was... Cute. His freckled skin, his messy blond hair, the odd but stylish outfit he wore, it clashed together in a surprisingly adorable way. Not to mention he was so awkward around you, it was heart warming.

Throughout the beginning of the trip, through all the troubles you faced, you felt yourself become closer with Prompto. He made you laugh and blush a lot, and often tried to lift the mood no matter how hard things got. It was a relief to have someone like him around, him and Noctis together balanced the seriousness of the rest of the group. He was also talented when it came to machinery and guns... You admired him, since you were rather inexperienced yourself.

Noctis noticed how the two of you became closer. You constantly joked around and teased other members of the team together, as well as practicing fighting together. He felt something burning in his chest at the sight, but refused to admit it was jealousy. No... Why would Noctis be jealous of his two best friends getting along? That’s crazy, he was happy for you both.

...Until he wasn’t happy anymore. Your jokes and teasing ended up turning into flirtatious remarks. Your touches lingered on each other. Whenever you both made a joke, your eyes would go to each other to see if you were laughing... Suddenly, the two of you were infatuated with each other and Noctis definitely didn’t appreciate it.

It showed in his mood and attitude, too. He wasn’t particularly happy that the two of you were getting along so well, the burning sensation in his chest would flare whenever the two of you were close. He was much grumpier and dreaded each day more and more. Noctis couldn’t really understand why he felt this way either... It didn’t make sense to him, they both were his friends, he should be happy that the two of you are getting along, right?

That is, until he finally realized why. Noctis finally managed to find you alone. No Prompto, no giggling or scheming, just you, by yourself. A soft sigh of relief left his lips as he approached you from behind. You seemed to be sitting on the edge of a cliff, your legs dangling as you admired the view. “Are you feeling okay? It’s not every day you find someone hanging off a cliff.” He remarked smoothly as he approached.

His voice caused you to flinch, snapping you out of your dazed state. “Oh... Yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking, that’s all.” You replied, patting the spot on the ground next to you. Noctis hesitantly took a seat next to you, the two of you basking in the nature-esque silence. His eyes slowly examined the sight in front of him, it was easy to see the Disc almost clearly, as well as the distant mountains where Lestallum resided. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You pointed out, smiling as you swung your legs over the edge.

Noctis’ gaze turned to you slowly after taking in the entire sight. That’s when it hit him. The way your skin absorbed the sunlight, the way your hair reflected it and shined. The way the wind blew a gentle breeze, causing your eyes to shut as you inhaled the fresh air. You looked so... Ethereal, peaceful, like this is what you’ve wanted your whole life. It was breath-taking. You were breath-taking.

A shaky breath left his lips as he searched for an answer, desperately trying to remember what the two of you were talking about. “Y-Yeah...” He responded, his brows furrowing in confusion as you turned to looked at him. A blush formed on your cheeks, as you quickly looked away.

“You know, I’m really glad I could come along. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to fit in or anything like that... But your friends are so nice.” You murmured softly, changing the subject. Noctis nodded hesitantly and turned back to the scenery, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“Right... It’s a good thing you guys are getting along. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He lied, trying to go along with the conversation. Eventually, the two of you fell into a somewhat awkward silence. There were things left unsaid, you both were aware of it, but no one wanted to take the risk and talk about it, so you left it alone.

Eventually, your time in silence was interrupted by a certain blond. He came trotting up the hill and grinned once he saw the both of you. “Mornin’.” He greeted, taking a seat on the other side of you. Noctis went deafeningly silent, the burning sensation growing in his chest again.

You, on the other hand, returned the bright smile that Prompto wore. “Good morning.” You chirped, bumping your shoulder with his. Why didn’t you greet Noctis like that? Confusion formed on his features. Had he been replaced? As you and Prompto started a conversation, Noctis could feel himself being swallowed up by this... Selfish desire. Why hadn’t he realized sooner that he liked you? Why didn’t you ever notice? Surely he didn’t hide it that well. No... He couldn’t blame you. What if you had liked him this entire time and he had no clue? Maybe you moved onto someone who was more like you... But-

His thoughts were cut off when you gently nudged him with your shoulder. “You okay, man?” Prompto asked, the both of you wearing similar looks of concern. Noctis raised a brow in concern.

“You looked upset... And we were talking to you, also.” You pointed out, gently rubbing his back. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked. Noctis slowly shook his head and turned away from the two of you, standing and frowning.

“No... It’s alright, I’m still exhausted from yesterday.” He explained, shoving his hands in his pockets and beginning to head off. You and Prompto shared the same look of concern and confusion, the two of you hopping up to follow him immediately.

“Hey, Noct... You know you can talk to us, right? We’re your best friends, man! No judging here.” Prompto tried to lighten the mood, but Noctis simply brushed him off.

“It’s alright, we have to head out soon, yeah?” Noctis pointed out, running his fingers through his hair. Slowly, he lowered his head and looked anywhere else but the two of you. “I’ll see you back at camp.” He muttered, leaving you both behind.

A quiet sigh left your lips as you looked up at Prompto, tilting your head to the side when you noticed he was deep in thought. “What’s on your mind?” You asked softly, realizing his lips were turned downwards.

Prompto shrugged and crossed his arms. “The last time I saw Noctis this bad was when he was jealous over something.” He began, almost seeming to be thinking out loud. “If that’s what’s wrong this time... What’s he jealous over now?” He asked out loud, glancing over at you and searching for an answer.

“...Could it be because we’re so close now?” You asked, shrugging. “I mean, maybe he feels left out? I dunno.” You explained, kicking the rocks on the ground as the two of you wandered back to camp.

“I mean, I guess? But that still seems like... Out of character, I guess.” He explained, frowning. “I dunno. We’ll just have to bully it outta him.” Prompto joked, smirking as you giggled mischievously.

The conversation wasn’t brought up again later, when the group decided to stay at an inn again. While Ignis, Prompto and Gladio figured out sleeping arrangements, you slowly strolled up next to Noctis, gently nudging him with your elbows. “Hey, what’s up? You’re not seeming like yourself lately.” You murmured, looking up at him curiously.

He raised a brow and looked over at you, before wincing and shaking his head. “I... It’s nothing.” He sighed, waving you off. “Don’t worry about it?” Noctis muttered, the same grumpy tone coming back.

“Come on... We can talk about it somewhere else if you want. I think I saw a haven not far from here, it had a pretty cool view.” You explained, trying to convince him to come along. Noctis sighed, knowing very well that he couldn’t say no to you.

The two of you snuck off together, eventually arriving at the nearby haven. You took a seat near the edge and looked off to the forested area below the haven, waiting for Noctis to finally catch up and sit next to you. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before you finally looked over at him. “So...” You started, trying to break the awkward silence between the two of you. “How have you been?” You asked, knowing it was a terrible question to ask.

He let out a sigh as he stared off at the sky. His mind was trying to work out how he would explain what happened. How exactly was he supposed to admit that he had a huge crush on you that managed to evolve into some weird jealousy hate thing for Prompto, his other best friend? He winced as you looked at him expectantly, forcing out a simple answer. “Uh... I’ve been, uh, pretty okay. How about you?” He asked, mentally face-palming.

You nodded hesitantly. Well, that was better than nothing. You decided to not press on further, silently hoping that he would start the conversation. The air around the two of you was so tense... You felt like you were going to suffocate soon.

Noctis didn’t show it, but he felt the same way. Occasionally, he’d open his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. He started to grow frustrated. He couldn’t remember the last time he had trouble with this... Why now, of all times? Finally, he groaned and glared down at the ground. “You wanna know why I’m upset?” He started, causing you to turn and look over at him with a confused expression. “Because out of everyone I could end up jealous over, it had to be my best friend. Why, you’re probably asking? Well, it’s because of my other best friend.” He muttered stubbornly.

You stared at him, a confused look forming as he continued to speak. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m following.” You admitted awkwardly.

“It’s...” He sighed, pushing his pride out of the way. “It’s because of you and Prompto, dammit.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t want to admit it, but the way you two are together... You guys are better friends than you two and I ever were. And I know how Prompto gets... He sees someone and suddenly, he’s like, in love! And I don’t want him to be in love with you. It’s selfish, but I don’t. Out of all the women that he meets, why did he have to go and fall in love with the same person I fell in love with?” He ranted, shaking his head.

You could feel a blush creeping up on your skin the more he spoke, causing you to hide your face by looking away. “You... You l-like me?” You stammered out of shock, as if you were still processing it all. “Wait, you’re jealous of Prompto? I thought you were jealous of me... I’m still confused.” You confessed with a sigh.

“I like you, alright? Prompto was going to steal you away from me, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting jealous.” He admitted fully, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin things between us, or between you and Prompto. I think I said too much...” He groaned, shaking his head.

While you were still processing his entire confession, Noctis ended up standing, preparing to head back. “...We should go.” He muttered, trying to pull you out of your confused daze. You glanced back at him, hesitantly nodding as you stood again.

“Y...Yeah...” You responded, gathering yourself and following along with him. For most of the time, you both were in silence. Noctis seemed to be relieved that he finally got all of that out, and actually felt better now. Meanwhile, you were still comprehending everything that just happened in the last twenty minutes. Noctis liked you? Like, like-liked you? You? Just a commoner? Still highly confused, you felt yourself beginning to piece everything together since you first met. His gazes, he never really looked at you like a friend. He spent so much time with you after you first met, he took you almost everywhere. But he was getting married soon, wasn’t he? How could the two of you have a relationship like this...?

“...Noctis.” You whispered hesitantly, looking up at him with a slightly troubled expression. “If you do like me... Like, actually... What about your wedding?” You asked softly, your brows furrowing as you looked down at the ground.

He let out a soft sigh as he slowly shook his head. “I’m not sure... I don’t know what to do about anything at the moment.” He confessed, staring up at the sky.

You nodded hesitantly. “Right... I guess that makes sense.” You responded, unsure of how else to respond. The two of you continued to walk in silence. Countless thoughts filled both of your minds, the two of you trying to find a solution for any of this mess, but neither of you came up with anything. Sighing softly, you reached out and took his hand without saying a word.

Noctis raised his brows in surprise as he looked down at your hands, noticing how you seemed to be casual about it. A smile tugged at his lips as he allowed his fingers to wrap around yours, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. He could worry about everything later, right? This is what he needed now... He needed you.

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notnctu · 4 years ago

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nctblr ff survey results

hello nctblr writing community! i made a short form to assess reader preferences! originally, it was for me to optimize my own writing and to satisfy my own curiosity about what my readers enjoy to read. but i thought, why limit it to my own audience? I hope, readers and writers alike, can find these results helpful to your own works!

I had 162 responses and so, i want to thank everyone who took the time to take this survey and for the many writers who reblogged it! the audience is reflective of those who it reached in the nctblr community from reblogs and predominantly my own audience. with that being said, i am a blog that writes for both SFW and SMUT content. regardless, i hope you can find these intriguing and rather helpful!

please do not repost these results, but reblog/like/share it to your hearts content! these results are from JAN 2021.

i would like to preface to everyone to respect the opinions of the results and not to cause any discrepancy when viewing. if so, i will delete your comments. this is a safe place and i will not tolerate any slander regarding how the results played out. okie thank you!! you may view everything under the cut and again, lots of love and thank you to everyone!

general info questions:

1. are you a minor or 18+?

18+: 133/162 (82.1%) minor: 29/162 (17.9%)

2. who is/are your nct biases?

*i want to note that many people selected multiple members for this question and aren’t reflective of who they read for. you will see later in the post that who people read for have different results.

3. what timezone are you in?

- EST (32)

- GMT (17)

- PST, Pacific (18)**

- PST, Philippine Standard Time (3)**

- GMT +8 (14)

- CST (13)

- IST (7)

- GMT +7 (6)

- CET (6)

- AEST (5)

for the sake of keeping this post not excessively long, these are the top 10 timezones that had the most responses. there are also people who didn’t know their timezones. ** a lot of people didn’t specify between Philippine or pacific, and the 3 under Philippine standard times were the only ones that did.

4. what days do you prefer to read?

1. doesn’t matter (149)

2. saturday (12)

3. sunday (9)

4. friday (7)

5. tuesday (3)

6. wednesday (2)

7. monday (1) & thursday (1)

5. what times do you prefer to read?

1. 12 AM - 3 AM (44)

2. 3 AM - 6 AM (10)

3. 6 AM - 9 AM (6)

4. 9 AM - 12 PM (6)

5. 12 PM - 3 PM (11)

6. 3PM - 6PM (24)

7. 9PM - 12 AM (50)

8. doesn’t matter (97)

the bold ones are the times with the significant amount of higher votes.

fanfiction questions

6. what genres do you read/prefer the most?

1. fluff (121) 2. angst (101) 3. smut (96)

here are some that others included under the other option:

angst with happy ending (5) a mix of all three (3) slowburn (2) crack/humor (2)

7. what are your FAVORITE tropes/aus?

1. college au (112) 2. enemies to lovers (108) 3. best friends to lovers (91) 4. bad boy au (70) 5. childhood best friends to lovers (69) 6. fwb au (65) 7. friends to lovers (64) 8. soulmates au (62) 9. established relationship (59) 10. hogwarts au (55) 11. fantasy/supernatural (48) 12. strangers to lovers (45) / high school au (45)

some that others included under the other option:

idol au (3), coffee, mafia (8), fake dating (3), racing (2), reverse tropes, royalty (2), crush, mutual pining, mythology (2), ceo, idiots to lovers, based on tv shows/books/movies, dystopia, roommates (2), pwp, medical, rich kid/private school, historical, arranged marriage

8. what are your LEAST favorite tropes/aus?

1. fantasy/supernatural (50) 2. hogwarts au (40) 3. established relationship (29) 4. high school au (27) 5. bad boy (25) 6. soulmate (21) 7. none (18) 8. fwb au (13) 9. childhood best friends (12) 10. enemies to lovers (11) 11. strangers to lovers (7) 12. best friends to lovers (6) 13. college au (4) 14. friends to lovers (3)

some that others included under the other option:

sports au, royal (2), mafia (2), exes to lovers, stalker, yandere (2), hybrid, idol

9. story length preference?

15+k words and 4k-6k words tied for most at 33 votes (20.4%), while less than 1k words got the least at 2 votes (1.2%). 13k - 15k words had the second fewest at 8 votes (4.9%).

10. who do you read for the MOST?

top 5 members who are read for the MOST:

1. Haechan (90) 2. Jaemin (79) 3. Jeno (76) 4. Mark (70) 5. Jaehyun (66)

please note that this should not discourage you from writing for other members!

11. who do you WANT to see more fics written for?

top members who people want to see more fics for:

1. Doyoung (50) 2. Xiaojun (45) / Yangyang (45) 3. Renjun (43) / Kun (43) 4. Taeil (35) 5. Sungchan (31)

a biased a/n: i say this alot on my blog... but my mans dy’s tags are so dry and its obvious others know this too... so i hope this gives you more insight about who to write for!

12. Open Response Addition Feedback

- ALL OF YALLS WRITERS ARE AMAZING!!! Thank you so much for supplying us nctzens with A+++ quality fics to fill our days. Often times I seriously am at awe with how amazing all of you write and I’d think to myself, “damn.. i’m really getting all of this for free.” SO THANK YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL AND MAGNIFICENT BEINGS. We all love and appreciate you guys so damn much ♥️

- thank you so much for taking time to write ♥️ i really wish i had time to write an ask/message to every writer who’s works i have read cause it helps me get through the day, especially when im on my study break 🥺♥️

- I appreciate you for even caring about our preferences :D writers don’t get enough credit and I wish yall know how valued you are in this community <3 take care and stay safe

- smut shouldn't be in high school AU's :// and people should stop using images from when members were underage in their smut headers :///// also, thank you for doing this!!!

- whatever you write is amazing and your opinion of your work should come before the readers. remember that you’re writing for yourself before you write for readers <3

- to all writers, i love u and ur art! keep the magic happening <3

- There's too little of doyoung smut collection

and to everyone who left me personal messages, thank you!! you’re all so sweet and im glad to be able to do this for everyone :)

conclusion

thank you for making it this far and hopefully, this helps you in your own writing endeavors! i know this definitely helped me in many ways with my own and im more than grateful for everyone who participated (reblogging my survey, taking it, leaving open feedback). let me know if you have any questions :)

#nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct imagine #nct dream #nct 127 #wayv #nct smut #nct fluff #nct angst #kpop writing #kpop scenarios

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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I am a firm believer that Childe is indeed younger than Keqing and has no form of respect for her regardless.

It’s moreso a form of me establishing that the Keqing is a short adult in her mid to early twenties who has to inevitably deal with the constant neck pain she gets from having to look up at her co-workers just to make eye contact. She curses either herself for it for never growing an inch or curses everyone around her or, well, both. Regardless, she can occassionally be found in her office stomping the floor and feeling like the battle is her against the world LMAO

As a side note, I loved the little headcanons of the boys as children you included! It was a different thing that would’ve never came to mind otherwise. While I’m totally ride or die on the “four men accidentally hire themselves a babysitter and a daily slander machine (she does it out of love)” train, I do appreciate different variations to the idea.

Oh and seeing myself on the anon list makes me feel a bit warm, it feels like I’m being acknowledged as family for crashing this wonderful blog with brainworms lmaooo— on a much serious note, I really appreciate hearing me out whenever I have an idea or two to share.

Sincerely, Keqing harem brainrot anon

(I felt like using a dash was too orthodox, and these are basically my mini love letters to you for being an overwhelming amount of seretonin, so I figured why not give it a little twist)

Minor Spoilers for Character Backgrounds

I wrote some more on this here: Genshin: Royalty AU HCs

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FUCKING CATCH ME CRYING IN THE CLUB AS I HOLD THIS PRECIOUS ASK IN MY HANDS. I THOUGHT YOU DIED. I WAS SO UPSET. REMEMBER THAT ANON ASK THAT I JUST REPLIED TO WHERE ANON FELT LIKE THEY WERE COMING HOME? THAT. THAT IS HOW I FEEL RN.

Yes. I know anons have lives outside of tumblr. Am I a parent penguin now? Yes. Yes I am. I’m fucking crying, it does feel like I’m seeing my family again.

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Out of all the “adult” genshin characters, I firmly believe Childe is the youngest. He is just hovering that adult status because of his height. Can I also say how much I love that the “culturally insensitive white boy” idea came from people on twitter getting tired of Chili fanart where Childe calls Zhongli “sensei” even tho the mans Chinese?

Speaking of short people, and because I will never shut up about this, XIAO IS 5′2. Ty for coming to my ted talk. I can literally astral project and visualize Zhongli being Keqing’s boss or co-worker that’s super respectful - but lowkey a bit slow because he keeps forgetting his wallet and Keqing is too nice to leave him without lunch - but when he’s spitting facts about the ancient art of ink blocks she’s cursing him in her mind. Why is this man so tall?? She can feel the neck muscles in her neck crying out in pain that when she finally relaxes and stares forward rather than upward, she get’s a killer cramp and ends up dying on the floor (I HATE THAT FEELING BTW). She’s out here googling ways to grow taller after puberty and chugs milk cartoons like it’s air.

This is why I absolutely love sharing ideas with others. There is so much food to be brought to the table so I always try and encourage others to share their ideas. Plus it let’s me get my over-active brainworms out haha.

I just love the dual personality of younger vs older genshin characters. We got to see a little bit of young Diluc in the manga (pls..I know it’s completed but crumbs. I beg of you) where he was this starry eyed and friendly knight attitude. Actual sweetheart. Your typical childhood boy next door type of vibe that was sweet and polite but was a lot smarter than he looked. He has a pet turtle (or tortoise?) and I find that so cute. I can totally see Diluc being hard working to make his father proud but also slacks hard and watches his turtle awkwardly eat a strawberry most of the time haha. He would both die for his turtle and go to war for it. Honestly, I just love the idea of child Diluc being a bit of a slacker compared to his older self, who is trying to speed run his life.

As for Kaeya, I’m going to say this now. I fully believe in the art of shy and quiet Kaeya when he was a child. It makes sense in terms of the lore since he was basically shoved into an unknown world and all alone. Poor guy probably has a lot of insecurities and is super standoffish to happy and loud children his age. He might come off as rude but he just doesn’t know how to socially interact. As sad as this may sound, he probably mimics other children as his way of expressing emotions. Since he spent most of his time with Diluc, he probably tried to mimic Diluc’s mannerism to try and fit in but Diluc is smart and caught on. It was actually a really wholesome connection of Diluc trying to help Kaeya express himself rather than copying others. Until well, the incident that separated them.

Complete side note since I know we’re talking about a modern au but: I know I’m stretching this super thin and this doesn’t hold up in the lore at all but I really like the idea that Kaeya is secretly the Prince of Khaenri’ah and Khaenri’ah is a code word for the Abyss. This is basically me saying I want the Abyss mages and Kaeya to actually get along but due to moving in with Diluc’s family and the world’s view on monsters. He has to talk and play with them in secret. I think it’s kinda cute haha.

As for Childe, actual angel. Have you seen Teucer? Who is this pure innocent soul and what the FUCK happened to create this Grade A Brat? He got too many vitamin gummies and became a gorilla. I mean, both younger and older Childe would walk an old lady across the street but only older Childe would then try to 1v1 the old lady. I’m actually crippled by the idea that Childe used to be this scrawny kid that decided to bulk up due to deep insecure attitudes towards himself or protection ideas for his younger siblings. Fighting became a need to survive and he hated it at first until he met his Master and found the fun in it because it was his way of having control of a situation. Though of course, while this man has two braincells, he’s still sensible. Childe may be a clown but he’s a good big brother.

Then there’s Zhongli. In my mind, he was basically like Kaeya. Probably came from royalty as well. He didn’t know how to express himself except his boy was actually hollow. A complete husk of a person that was just doing what he was told to absolute perfection. That was until Guizhong, who I completely headcanon as someone older than Zhongli and acts as a sister figure (fucking fight me), grew concerned for this poor child and tried her best to teach him how to have fun. That there was life outside his studies and duties. While it didn’t work out perfectly and Zhongli is still a bit slow on the uptake, he genuinely is thankful to her and her help. I can see him have a little notebook of all her advice and teachings - heck, drawings of human emotions - that he sometimes has to turn to because he’s lost. (why..do i keep making Zhongli’s part so sad).

BUT ASIDE FROM MY BRAINWORMS. “Four men accidently hire themselves a babysister and a daily slander machine” IS SUCH A CONCEPT. I want them all to have the worst habits. Childe LICKS the yogurt peel in front of Keqing slowly because he knows it absolutely disgusts her, Zhongli eat’s his sandwiches vertically, Diluc blends coffee with 5 hours energy and doesn’t tell anyone (so everyone has the worst hangover 3 hours later because they all leech off each other), and Kaeya, for the love of god, cover your tit window. It’s too early to get arrested for public indecency.

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I’m happy my anon list made you feel fuzzy 💕💕. I’m probably missing a lot of anons on that list because I have the memory of a goldfish so I just listed the ones I could remember. Since you know, you’re some of the few that came back to talk to me which I honestly really appreciate. I know you all have lives outside of this small blog so it does make me really happy seeing you all come back. I’ve mentioned it before but don’t be afraid to chat with me about anything, doesn’t even have to be genshin^^ but I absolutely love the stuff you come up with.

I never thought of an anon list acting like a family acknowledgement (more as a literal list) but I’m fully on board with that. I went back to my older anon asks to see if I missed anyone (and I probably have since the tumblr search tag is garbage) but I hope they are all still around on this blog and wanna drop by to say hi^^

I’m going to go change my anon list to pengu family because holy fuck that’s cute. But with that said,

Welcome back home keqing harem brainrot anon!

#keqing harem brainrot anon #welcome home #the double take i took when i saw that signature #i still love that name #"-these are basically my mini love letters to you for being an overwhelming amount of seretonin -#y-you can't just attack me like this #um wow okay #um let me just bask in what happiness feels like for a hot minute #oh no im gonna cry #...yo no I FEEL SO EMOTIONALLY VUNLERABLE RIGHT NOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME #this was...really sweet #my serotonin levels have completely peaked for the next year #super duper big mwah #lovely anon #anon ask #i have noodles #im going to go cry in them for a hot second

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years ago

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I love your jealous Sonic and I think the most canon one is boom, so may I ask for Boom!Sonamy with jealous Sonic? If you need a more specific idea maybe Amy gets a pet like a puppy that takes up all her attention so Sonic feels left out and in competition and feels the dog doesn't like him and doesn't want to share Amy.

You can find me talking about this prompt at 21:16 on the Pajama Blogs!

Hehe, jealous Sonic, it would be more canon in Boom, you’re right. I agree and share your opinions lolol but I think this would be cute and I hope I do it justice!

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! Sorry, you missed the grand opening and will have to wait till next time :( You can still ask questions though! But they need to be in accordance to the blog rules~<3

Prompt:

Comedy Chimp was in a hysteria of panic, the news had just announced the most popular celebrity pet: Tinkle Dipples, to be housed in Hedgehog Village while preparing to shoot a cameo in the famous Tommy Thunder movies.

Eggman and Amy compete in a tournament/competition to win the right to take care of Tinkle Dipples for the shooting, since his manager is going fangirl over Tommy Thunder, she doesn’t want to care for him and instead, has Amy--the winner of the tournament--sign some legal documents and take off to pursue her hero.

Sympathizing a bit with the manager but more excited about the cute, idol puppy, Amy takes her job very seriously as Eggman whines and complains about his loss and plans to do something about it..!

“I knew I should have played Dynamite Dalmatian but she had Rover Clover on the field, you can’t EXPLODE ROLL WITH MAXIUM LUCK ON YOUR OPPONENTS TEAM!” he wept and tossed his arms about as they wacked against his bed.

Orbot and Cubot just looked to each other, unsure how to comfort him. “Sir, perhaps scheming against Sonic and his friends while one of their prominent members is distracted could prove useful and make you feel better?” Orbot stated, as the two held up a pen and some graph paper, “Scheming always puts you in a better mood for evil...” He encouraged again.

Collecting himself and rubbing his massive hands under his glasses, he sniffled as he took the paper and started sketching. “Ohh...hoo... hoo...oh-ho? Oh ho! Oh-ho-ho-ho-wha-hahaha!!!” with soft cries that suddenly turned manic with evil, he scribbled more furiously and immediately cranked his back and threw his arms to an angle in his signature laughter.

Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were playing beachball when Sticks poked her head out of the local garage dump, “Heeeey, wait a minute!” she threw a banana peel off her head a second, “Volleyball and Beachball are the same things! Why are they called differently!? Do they respond to the same name!?”

“Guess you could call it Beach Volleyball.” Tails shrugged, “Though, technically, beachball is the thing you use to play volleyball...” As he continued, Knuckles spiked and knocked him down while he was contemplating it.

“Haha! Snooze you loose!” Knuckles mocked, throwing his arms down to point at Tails.

“Grr... Knuckles! We’re on the same team!” He spat out sand and dusted himself off.

“Oh.” Knuckles then gestured to himself, “Well, then I was awake and quaked!”

Tails shook his head, “Sonic, do you have to play on your own team?”

“What? I’m fast enough for two!” Showing off his amazing speed, Sonic zipped around the court to where it looked like Sonic was literally playing by himself, “I could even play all teams!” He snatched the ball from the ground and pushed--or lightly placed--Knuckles and Tails out of the field to then play the game by himself.

“Still seems a bit unfair, though.” Tails pouted, folding his arms.

“No, no. Shh!!! I wanna see which team wins!” Knuckles became excited, “Woo! Go, Left field Sonic! Ah! No! Watch out, Right field Sonic! Nooo..!!! Oh, phew... Wait-Sonic!” Knuckles went through typical spectators reactions, gripping his head, tugging on his hair, before cheering yet again, “Yeeeahhh! Good forward arm there, Left field Sonic! Rooted for your along! ... Hey, which one’s Sonic again?” he looked to Tails.

“At least you got the fields right.” Tails side-commented before stepping back up to Sonic. “Is this because Amy wouldn’t come down to the beach today?”

“Yeah, we can’t help it if I’m too good for the two of ya.” He twirled the ball on his finger, “Besides, Amy can’t--and won’t--part with that Tinkle... Dinkle... Winkle... whatever his name is!” Sonic fanned a hand out, masking his own opinions on it. “Amy’s obsessed with that thing...”

“Huh, I always thought Amy was obsessed with y-” Tails seemed to panic and jumped up to cover Knuckles’s mouth.

“Knuckles-!” he cried out, then lowered his voice to whisper down to him, clinging to his head and shoulder. “We’re supposed to pretend we don’t know anything about that...”

“Anything about what now?” Sonic was still doing tricks with the volleyball.

“N-nothing!” Tails waved his hands out and flew a moment in the air. “An-anyway, I don’t think I’m really in the mood to keep playing. I’ve got uh... some... some engineering stuff to work on! Bye, Sonic!” He waved and took off.

“Engine-erring!?” Sticks spat out a flat tire that had been thrown away that she was gnawing on to find the trapped gerbil that she believed made the car’s wheels turn and free it from it’s imprisonment at last. “Oh no, you don’t!” she jumped out and rushed after him, barking as he flew up and in a bit of surprised fright, tried to dodge her but she jumped and grabbed his foot. “You aren’t making nothing to torture these gerbils anymore!”

“W-wha-what are you talking about!? Le-let goooo!!!” The two flew off and seemed to crash somewhere.

“I-uh... better check on that.” Knuckles saw Sonic offering to share the ball with him but decided to check on his friends first. “Sticks! Wait! I’m sure that nice village of Gogobas are still safely in their pity parties!”

Sonic sighed, “Oooh...” And let the ball go to kick it, letting it roll as a Eggman spybot was hit out of a bush and flew up.

“Guess I’ll check on Amy then...” Sonic took off towards her house.

“Hehehe-huhuhu...” Eggman rubbed his hands together, sitting happily in front of his screen in his evil lair. “There we go... I’ll snatch Mr. Tinkle Dipples the second Amy’s distracted by Sonic!” He roared confidently in laughter. “My machine is almost complete! Orbot! Cubot!”

“Yes, Doctor?!” Cubot nervously saluted as Eggman turned around to face the two in his spinning chair.

“Make sure my robot pooch is fully operational!”

“Yes, doctor!” The two took off...

Sonic raced to the door, but before knocking, looked himself over in the reflection of a window and adjusted his quills, then tightened his bandana. He choked, loosening the bandana again and grumbling to himself something but the only audible line one could hear was--”Never learned to tie a tie...” before rushing back to door and knocking this time.

“Busy!” Amy cried from within.

His entire confident air deflated, and he drooped forward with his arms hanging down, “Oooh... Uh, it’s me! Sonic! ... Sonic The Hedgehog!” He puffed himself up just a little bit more, calling and leaning more towards the door. “Hero extraordinary! ... So much better than a puppy...” He folded his arms and mumbled the last bit to himself.

“Oh-oh... C-coming!” Amy seemed to scramble but Sonic could hear multiple layers of locks, chairs, wooden-door stoppers and more start being cleared away like a construction site. She peeked open the door, “Come in!” she chimed, “Quickly, quickly, quickly..!” She then rushed him in and put one single lock back on the door. “Eh, I’ll take of that later.”

“Woah, what’s with the, uh... high-end security arrangement, Ames?” Sonic thumbed-back to the door but Amy rushed over to a stool with a soft pillow on it, making the little puppy look like royalty as his tongue hung out and he drooled.

His eyes grew intensely large like in anime and shined, trying to such Sonic into his cuteness as Sonic felt the pull but leaned away.

It shone with heavenly aura as it’s eyes kept growing bigger but Sonic about-faced and turned to Amy, “Uhh... How’s the pooch-sitting coming along-” he was surprised to see she was completely captivated by the puppy and already squatting by the stool, gawking and taking pictures as her own eyes looked bigger than normal.

“Aww, cute puppy! Sweet boy! Look over hereee~” she cooed and coddled as it continued to pant, it’s eyes normal to Sonic now. “Who’s the cutest, wutest, sweetest, squishiest cheek boy ever?~” she then scrunched up his cheeks and played with them as they jiggled and wobbled to her touch, spraying drool everywhere...

“Oh.” He realized he was being ignored. “Alright, no worries, just the most dashing man of the hour in your house... No need to over-celebrate.” He frowned and pushed his arms straight down again. “Dumb dog.” he muttered under his breath.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” Amy’s big, sparkling eyes went right into his face, as though a brainwashed-slave to this puppy as he shook his head in intimidation at her creepy smile.

“N-no-nothing! Just how cute the puppy iswh! Is-!” he almost mimicked Amy’s baby-talk on accident. “Ehem, Amy, I normally would never do this under typical and honorable circumstances but in this case-” He shoved her hands to his cheeks, “I think you see my point.” he beamed.

“...Uh, I guess?” Amy took her hands off his cheeks, “You hungry or something?”

He deflated yet again, his eyes just saucers of white. “N... No.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“...Yes.” He shrugged down, and as she went to the kitchen, he glared and clenched his jaw at the puppy. He zipped over to it, “Listen you, I don’t know what fame has done to your head or anything, but I’m not here to stand for your pompous treatment of my friend!”

The dog continued to drool, one eye blinking.

“But I’ll have you know that I’m the big shot in these parts! And Amy just happens to be madly in love with me!” He pointed to himself and then picked up the constantly panting dog. “Not you. So you can wag your little tail and stick out your tongue somewhere else!” He dashed to one of Amy’s bird cages and shoved the dog in, causing a minor yelp from it but it wasn’t hurt, just surprised as Sonic tarped it and headed back to Amy.

Sitting at the counter, he then crossed his legs, “So-ho-ho~ Amy~ Have I told you about the one time I-”

“Yep.” Amy continued to work on the food.

“I-I didn’t even say it.” Sonic squinted his eyes in suspicion at her.

“Uh-huh.”

“...Are you even listening to me?”

“All done!” she poured something into a bowl.

“Awesome! You’re cooking, might I say, is way better than Meh Burger when it comes to the ol’Sonic engine!” he rubbed his stomach and licked his chops before Amy swiped the bowl away from him as he went to bite down. “H-huh..? What just happened...” he spoke with his mouth open, mid-bite again, before he saw the puppy had mysteriously wound-up on the pillow stool again, Amy bringing the deluxe dog food over to him.

“Here you go, Mr. Tinkle Dinkles~ Yes, who’s hungry? Who’s the biggest star in Hedgehog Village and the world? And the whole wide wittle world? You are~ You are, you good boy~” she petted him as he leaned his head back, thumped his leg at her praise and loving scratches, and then flopped over her lap to gorge himself in her home-prepared dog food.

Sonic leaned against the couch, narrowing his eyes at the sight as he muttered more curses for the dog under his breath...

He had a thought bubble that then showed a chibi-version of Amy and the pooch, her scratching his belly and loving on him but the dog faded and a Chibi-Sonic replaced it. Snickering and cackling as Chibi-Amy continued her smothering but the Dog was now whining with it’s tail between it’s legs, trapped in a Meh Burger costume with a sign that read: ‘Will pee for attention’.

Sonic continued to snicker to himself before the doorbell rang again.

“Oh?” Amy lightly placed the dog back on his stool and used a finely made napkin with ‘Fuzzy Puppy Buddies’ logo on it to clean up his mouth before heading to the door. “Who could that be?”

While Amy was distracted, Sonic sped over to the dog, grabbed it, pulled back the window and tossed the dog with a under-handed swing out the window. It hung in the air a moment before going, “Oof?” like a little woof and fell straight down...

Into Eggman’s hands...

“Hehehe, hohoho..!” Eggman placed a mechanical dog down, doing the exact animations as the dumb little creature in the first place. “Now you’re coming with daddy sweetie~ Who’s a big, bright, beautiful star? You are~ You are Mr. Tinkle Dipples~ Uncle Eggy has a nice place set up just for you~” he wiggled his finger to the puppy and continued to adore it secretly while sneaking away.

“I’m gonna miss Metal Pooch.” Cubot wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “Such beautiful destruction he caused...”

“Yeah... The steel heart mends, Cubot. Give it time to rust.” Orbot patted Cubot and helped turn him away from the sight.

When Amy closed the door again, she turned around with a shriek, panicking and tearing her house up looking for the dog. Sonic tried everything to get her to turn her attention to him, even momentarily throwing away his pride and setting up a floor-lounge with candle-lit setting with a rose in and across his mouth,... but she was too busy searching to see.

He spat out the rose and it hit her on the back of her head, “Ah! Sonic! We don’t have time for-...” Her eyes shrunk at the scene, and it might have been enough as their eyes met and romantic music started playing as he lifted up his foot and clicked a radio with his heel.

“Who’s a good boy..?” he flirted, but suddenly...

“BARK. BARK. I AM BARKING LIKE A CUTE, WITTLE BOY. BARK. BARK.”

“Oh my stars!” Amy raced to the window, “Mr. Tinkle Dipples!? What are you doing out here?” she had big, anime eyes again... as though love was blinding her from seeing the fakeness of the dog.

She cradled it in her arms after reaching down the window to get it.

“BARK. BARK. I AM THE GOODEST OF BOYS.” It’s robot voice was a dead giveaway, but Sonic was amazed to see that Amy kept caring for it, spoon-feeding it as it took the food but lifted its tail to dispel it out the other end.

“Ohh~ Did Tinkle Dipples make a wittle present-mess-le?” Amy put her hands to her hips as Sonic couldn’t take it anymore.

“HE’S A ROBOT!” He spindashed the Eggman robot as it powered down.

“Ohh... Goodest of b-b-boys...” and shut down.

“NNNOOOO!!!” Amy freaked out, crying and holding him in her lowered arms.

“Amy! Snap out of it! It’s a decoy!” Sonic put his hands on her shoulders and shook her, and her eyes returned to normal. “H-huh? Sonic? When did you get here?”

He lowered his eyes in agitation, but then the news came on.

“This just came in, T.W Barker is suing Amy Rose for a violation of her contract, that’s right, MR. TINKLE DIPPLES IS MISSING! AHH!! THAT POOR, INNOCENT BOY! AHH! AHH, THE AGONY! Amy’s reputation is ruined by the way and the world will never forgive her awful crime of LOSING THE MOST ADORABLE PUPPY IN THE WOR-RL-RLD!!!” The eagle was losing himself in his grief, as Amy’s eyes twitched and she brought out her hammer, looking ready to murder Sonic.

“Wait!” He dodged, “Amy, listen to me! YIKES!” he had to dodge Amy all the way to Eggman’s, where they defeated him to get the puppy back, who was still as still and in a loop-animation as ever, but wagged its tail and licked Sonic’s face when successfully brought to the manager.

Amy’s reputation was spared and Cubot and Orbot got Tails to fix Metal Pooch, leaving him to a happy life with Mombot.

She sat and stroked him, “THERE. THERE. WHO’S THE GOODEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD BESIDES MY TWO OTHER EVIL BOY SONS?”

Metal Pooch continued the animation cycle, “I AM. I AM GOODEST BOY OF YOUR TWO EVIL SONS. BARK. BARK.”

Eggman frowned, watching from a window, “Ohh... Wait, how’d he end up there!?”

Cubot still visits to give him screws as a treat.

Amy looked to her friends, “Huh, I guess the moral here is to not let celebrities take over your lives and make you forget about your real friends...” She opened her arms up to everyone but instead, T.W Barker popped up, shocking everyone.

“And always keep your contractual obligations~” he winked to the camera with a sly grin.

“Evenwhenabluehedgehog,that’sbeentheloveofyourlifeforwhoknowshowlong,isflirtingwithyoujustbecausejealousyisapartofacopingmechanismoftennotprescribedwithourcompany’sproductremembertobrushyourteethandsayyourprayerssuckersthisistotallylegitmarketingschemes.”

he muttered under his breath as though the legalities at the end of a radio or t.v commercials.

END.

#sonic boom #cutegirlmayra #sonamy #boom!sonamy #sonamy boom #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom prompt #sonamy prompt #fuzzy puppy buddies #eggman #boom!eggman #eggman boom

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blackberry-gingham · 4 years ago

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I really appreciate your writing and you’ve quickly become one of my favourite tumblr pages (seriously)🧡 This feels like such a self projecting request but could I request headcannons or imagines (whichever’s works best for you) of how the lads would celebrate the reader’s birthday (it’s my birthday in a few days hehe)

*gasp* oh my gosh, thank you! And happy birthday dear, I'm so glad you're here! 🥳🥳 Since it's coming up I'm going to do this one now, I'm sure everyone waiting for requests will understand! (Thanks peeps ❤️) I hope you get this before you're birthday's passed dkdksksk but enjoy your special day!!

And now, let the festivities with the boys begin!!

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George

Ok so we all know George is like a low key kinda guy right?

But also, really personal and sentimental!!!

So I could tooootally see him throwing you a surprise party!

It's been a long, tough day at work and you're feeling absolutely drained

One of your work friends remembered your special day today, but so far that's been the only highlight

At least you get to spend the evening with your Georgie

You unlock the front door and walk in to find the flat surprisingly dark

Strange, you thought he'd be home by now?

You sigh dejectedly

Can today get any worse?

You flip the lights on, put down your things, and kick off your shoes

Maybe what you really need is a good drink

The thought doesn't do much to lift your spirits, but you figure you'll forget about that soon enough

You round the corner to the kitchen and turn that light on as well

And as you do...

"SURPRISE!!"

All you can see is bright colors

The walls are absolutely covered in streamers and balloons, surrounding a haphazardly hung Happy Birthday sign

A few brightly wrapped packages are sitting on the table a little bit aways from a brightly frosted cake

It looks a little worse for wear, but charming none the less

And then, as though you could possibly forget, George has popped up from behind the table

He's wearing a striped party hat and a colorful tie as he gestures to his handy work

"Happy birthday love! You didn't think I forgot did you?"

You can barely speak, you're so, well, surprised!

So you forget the words. Instead you rush over to George and nearly tackle him with a hug

"Oof! Haha, so you like it then?"

You're bouncing on the balls of your feet by now as tears of happiness prick your eyes

"Oh George, I love it! Did you do all this?"

He beams proudly, "Yep! Sorry, but I lied this morning. I didn't go to the studio today, instead I was decorating and baking"

George gestures to the cake

Now that you're on the other side of it, you notice the back is missing some frosting

Before you can even ask, George scratches his scalp sheepishly, "Sorry, I got hungry... It smells pretty good at least! Good sign I'd say"

You laugh, and kiss his cheek in thanks, your awful work day long forgotten

George gives you one more big squeeze and kisses you back

"Happy Birthday love..."

He lets you go and pulls out a chair for you to sit

"Now, let's see about this cake, eh?"

You laugh again and wipe away some happy tears as George lights your candles

John

Honestly, I can't decide if John would want to do something cute and low key for you like George, or if he'd want to take you out and totally have a ball!

So on that note... Why not both?!?

I feel like John is extra enough to do something like that lmao

You wake up on the day day of your birthday in the way you least expected

Is something... Burning?

You jump out of bed and rush towards the smell. You don't even notice that John isn't in bed with you

As you hastily approach, you find that somewhere in there, something actually smells quite good...

It would seem your nose has led you to the kitchen, where the sounds of gentle sizzling and John swearing awaits you

John yelps, having burned his finger on the pan, and he sucks it, growling in frustration

"... John? What's all this?", You ask groggily

The man in question whips around, looking surprised that you're awake, as though his work in the kitchen wasn't loud as bombs

"Uh... Happy Birthday! I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed", he turns his attention to the pan and flips it's contents aggressively, "Or, try to, that is"

You smile, just glad that the house hasn't burned down (yet)

With a quiet yawn you walk up behind him and lean on his back, holding him for a hug

"I can help you know..."

"On your birthday? Absolutely not. Besides I'm nearly done"

You rub your eyes and release him

John directs you to the table to sit before he fetches two plates

When he returns, he's set out a full english in front of you. It's only a little burnt

He goes off once more to bring back the kettle and all the fixings for tea before pouring two cups

At last, he gives you a kiss and sits to eat with you

He asks how you slept and how you feel, all the niceties to help you wake up

Once you've finished your small talk session, he takes hold of the conversation for a moment

"Well, when you're done here, make sure to go get all done up and ready, I've got a whole day planned for you! First, I thought we'd go to that big mall you like and you can have whatever you want and this time I promise not to rush you. Then, I've booked a place we can go dancing and then have an early dinner. And then...!"

John jabbers on in his excitement, and you let him go, growing excited yourself

Besides, it's not everyday he's in a mood like this!

Once you've finished eating, you promise John that it was delicious, and no, it wasn't too burnt

He cleans up for you while you go off to freshen up for the day and eventually, John does the same

"Alright, ready!"

You descend the staircase while John watches, his mouth hanging agape

You're like an absolute angel, and John wonders how a guy like him got so damn lucky

John takes you into his arms and you give him a kiss

"Everything alright?"

He swallows and manages a smile

"Fine! Just fine..."

You smile knowingly and allow John to lead you out to the car

He opens your door and then takes you on your little adventure

Astonishingly, John keeps his word, and is on best behavior while you enjoy your time in and out of your favorite stores

He even carries your bags for you

When you get to the dancing next, it's absolutely magical

The ballroom is beautiful and you feel like royalty as John spins you around and around, waltzing through the evening

And finally, the long awaited dinner is excellent

Nearly as good as the special birthday dessert John gets for you both to share

Paul

Now I know here on this blog we've had some discussion on Paul's love language

And I think we've settled on some mix of gift giving and words of affirmation

So he'd DEFINITELY have to incorporate that in his celebration of your birthday!

And what better way to express that then with music!!!

It seems for months at least Paul has been absolutely consumed with work

Whenever you see him, he's pening sheet music or writing lyric ideas in his notebook

You figure he's working hard on an upcoming album, so you think nothing of it, only reminding him to rest now and again

But... As the day of your birthday comes closer, you're feeling a bit worried

Of course, you don't want to pull him away from his work, especially if it's so urgent it's got him this busy!

And yet, this is a rather special day and you'd hate to spend it without your beloved boyfriend

He hasn't had much time for you lately, after all...

However, you say nothing on the matter, not wanting to make him feel pressured either way

And when the moment of truth comes, Paul comes through!

You wake up to kisses and a simple but tasty breakfast

Paul seems as though he can hardly sit still while you enjoy your food

"Are you alright?", you suppress a laugh

"Me? Fine! I just, I have something for you when you're done there... It's downstairs!"

"Oh?", you laugh and finish up quickly, curious to find your surprise

When you're all done, Paul takes your hand and leads you after him down and around to living room

He takes you up to the record player and hands you a small, wrapped square

"Go on!"

You unwrap it carefully

Our falls a little birthday love note written in Paul's writing and a 45 record

The note explains that this is a special song his written just for you, and only you

This 45 was pressed just for you, he even had it colored your favorite color, rather then the standard plain old black

You turn to him with a tear in your eye after reading the touching note

"Is this what you've been working on all this time?"

Paul laughs and holds you close

"It is! I wanted to make sure it was my finest work for you! Just in time too, you've no idea how sick and tired the lads are of me asking for their feedback"

He laughs again, then gives you a kiss

"Well go on then, put it on!"

You do, and he's absolutely right

This is his finest work

Better then please, please me

Better then a hard days night

Even better then she loves you

The song is longer then your average little Beatles' song. It has all of Paul's romantic, boyish charm to it, sharpened and honed by the feedback and refinements of all the other three

It's sweet and slow and sentimental and it has no right being as wonderfully amazing as it is

Paul rushes off to bring you some tissues, as tears trickle down your cheeks

He dries them for you and consoles you with that old charming smile while the song comes to a close

"Now hold on, there's something on the back!"

Paul flips the record over and some birthday wishes from all four of them play before a silly rendition of happy birthday closes the b side out

You're absolutely speechless and Paul is so happy just to know that you love it

He takes you out for dinner that night and when you're done, you come back home for cake and champagne

And after that is all said and done, Paul puts on your record and the two of you slow dance the night away

Ringo

Honestly, Ringo's birthday plans were the first to come to mind, they're that strong lol

He'd want you to have as much fun as possible!!

Of course sweet stuff like dinner and dancing and all that is nice, but...

Well, Ringo thinks your birthday should be a celebration of living and having lived, and what better way to do that then some good old fun!

He is the king of light hearted and high energy after all lol

On the morning of your birthday, Ringo is excited practically from the second his eyelids open

You weren't expecting to be awoken to the sound of your boyfriend chanting your name as he jumps on you to get you up, but here you are

"Wake up, wake up! Happy Birthday!"

He flops down to give you a kiss and hug

Although you're quite groggy, you can't find it in yourself to be mad

You chuckle and wrap your arms around him, "Good morning, Ritchie"

"Oh, uh that too"

He kisses you again, and cuddles with you until you're properly awake

Once you're ready to get up, the two of you journey to the kitchen and make breakfast together

You make pancakes, and it's a wonder there's enough left for cooking and consuming, considering how much batter you wasted tasting it and smearing it on each other

Honestly, you don't even want to get started on the flower absolutely coating your PJs, hair, and the floor

Even as you sit to eat, Ringo's mop top is dusted white and stuck with small clumps of batter

You don't mean to, but you can't help but burst into laughter at the sight of him

Ringo tosses some blueberries at you with a sour look, and you return fire with a dash of whipped cream on his nose

At that, he joins you, adding his deep, goofy laughter in contrast to your soft voice

At last you manage to eat in peace and when you're both satisfied, you decide to leave the dishes and the mess for another time

For now, you have a birthday to celebrate!

You both shower and change into some casual attire

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

Ringo sprints outside with you in tow

He takes you to the bus stop explaining his plans for the day

And that would be... Whatever you want!

You ride into town and look high and low through the little shops for some excitement

Nothing too interesting catches your eye, and so you head over to the park instead

It's a beautiful day out, and Ringo holds your hand while you walk the trail

But suddenly, he stops and turns to you

"You're it!", he taps your shoulder and tears off before you can react

"Oh no you don't!"

You follow right on his heels though the lush grass, the sun warm on your hair shoulders

At last, you make one more lunge to grab him and end up tackling him in the process

With a shriek of surprise, you fall to the ground with him, rolling through the fragrant grass

You roll your last and find yourself splayed out on his chest

For a moment, you're worried he's hurt, but Ringo bursts into a fit of laughter beneath you

"Ya got me!"

He pulls you closer and you rest in the patch of sunlight together, breathless from the chase

Once you've caught your breath, you both return to town

Ringo has a bit more fun in mind before the day's over however

He takes you to the roller rink, and despite his lack of cordination, you both have a blast

Afterwards, he takes you to an ice cream parlor and you both get floats and a sundae to share

He takes you out to dinner after a bit more walking and when you return home he sings you happy birthday and you have some cake too

You cap off the night with an absolute sugar rush and dance the night away to all kinds of swing records and jazz music

When you've finally exhausted yourselves, you pass out on the couch and cuddle each other to sleep

#the beatles #ringo starr x reader #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #birthday #beatles imagines

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shreddedparchment · 4 years ago

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A Wife for Thor Pt.04

10/23/2020

Strong Arms and Honest Kisses

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 3,636

Warnings: failed relationships, talks of lonliness, angst, FLUFF, complicated relationships

A/N: This one is a little shorter than my chapters recently. Part of this is because this felt like a complete chapter but I also did a lot of rewriting with this one. I wrote half of it, then deleted it. Then wrote it again. Then deleted it. I finally got a good flow going and this is the one I liked the most. I hope y’all like it too. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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The walk back to your room is awkward.

Full of fluttering hesitant energy.

There’s a new electricity between your body and Thor’s as he walks beside you, heavy feet falling slowly, with forethought.

He has his hands behind his back, feeling the need to keep them to himself after what happened in the garden.

You appreciate the space.

“That was my first kiss.” You admit, hating the silence between you because it feels like both of you want to say so much but are unwilling to speak first.

“Oh,” Thor laments, his gaze wavering. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” You rush to reassure him, shrugging a shoulder as you look straight once more. “I-I mean, you wanted a maiden, right? A virgin?”

When you look at him, he’s blushing, his cheeks a soft pink underneath that hay colored beard.

It’s cute and you feel a surge of warmth for him fill your chest.

“That wasn’t necessarily what I wanted.” He clarifies.

“Oh…” Your turn to lament. “I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, a flurry of worries come rushing forward. You don’t have any experience. None. Zero. Tonight has been the most action you’ve ever seen in your life.

No one has ever held your hand.

No one has ever been so caring and sweet.

No one has definitely ever kissed you.

No one has ever proposed.

You have no experience to offer Thor, as a wife, will you be able to satisfy him?

He’s a literal God. He’s really, super old, and has probably slept with lots of women…or…beings? Aliens?

How are you going to live up to that?

“I just…I’ve never even really liked anyone, so I never was with anyone, and I’m sorry-” You fret, stopping to look up at him.

He places his hands over yours, stopping your fidgeting.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He whispers gently.

You meet his blue eye and it’s just as soft as his voice.

“We can talk about that part of our marriage later. Let’s take this one day at a time.”

“But I-I don’t know what to do with that. I mean, I kinda know but I don’t know. I don’t want to-I’m kinda scared of-”

Thor’s blush returns and your own neck is suddenly burning.

That previously terrifying image of Thor prying your legs open that you’d imagined back at home replays itself in your mind, this time the fear is not for the man himself but the act in general.

Thor’s hands finding the side of your neck interrupt your vocal vomit.

With you silenced, he traces the lines of your shoulders, the length of your arms before he takes hold of your elbows over your cloak which is keeping them warm.

“We have time, cherub.” The pet name comes out of nowhere and sounds so strange but good and you’re not sure you know how to breathe anymore. “Time to worry about many things later. Tonight, let’s just enjoy this agreement to try.”

With a lick to your lips, you nod, shutting your eyes as you’re overwhelmed by not only the pleasure that stupid pet name has given you but also his hands still wrapped around your elbows.

“Thank you for telling me.” Thor whispers, pulling you a little closer. “These are things that are good to know. I will be sure to make preparations for us.”

“Preparations?” You nearly squeak.

“Things to make it easier for you. But as I said,” his ears grow nice and red too, now. “We have plenty of time to think about that later. Almost three days!”

You scoff, “That’s not a lot of time, Thor.”

“No,” he chuckles. “I suppose you’re right.”

“This is happening so fast.”

“I know. And I’m sorry. That’s my fault. I’ve been putting this choice off for so long that now that I’ve made it, they want me to follow through quickly.” Thor takes a step back, reaching down to take your hand.

You eagerly hold his hand back, grateful for the comfort it gives you but also you really like holding his hand, you realize.

“Let’s get you to bed. Even though Hilde was completely drunk, she’ll still wake up early enough to make you hate her.” He pulls you along, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze every few steps.

“Thor?”

“Hm?” He asks, not sparing you a glance.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Your own eyes are glued to his hand around yours.

You seriously like the way his hand looks around yours. Why are you letting yourself fall this hard? It’s not right. It’s not fair. To you. To him.

“Do what?” He asks, genuinely confused.

“This.” You give your hand a shake, the two of you rounding the corner to the hall where your room is.

He doesn’t stop walking until he reaches the door. He twists the knob and pulls it open, stepping in with you before turning to close it.

Swallowing hard, you try not to lose your breath again. There’s a pressure in your chest that you know is coming from the way he shut that door.

He turns, strutting towards you as he keeps hold of your hand. You take several steps back until your legs hit the edge of your bed forcing you to sit.

For a moment you think he might move over you, just like that image in your head. Instead he sits down beside you.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” He asks, pulling your hand over onto his lap.

“I hope so.” You relax, waiting patiently as he takes a deep breath.

“I haven’t seen Jane in almost three months.” He explains. “She’s been secluded in an installation in the middle of nowhere. In Wyoming? And I’ve been so busy here…this is the same struggle we always have. I cannot get away because of my own duties now much more formal and inescapable as King. And Jane’s work has always been the most important thing to her.

“I knew that when we agreed to try again but I was hoping that we might both take some time to prioritize our relationship. Jane was the first person I met when I was sent here. She was kind and patient. She was brilliant. Smartest person I’ve ever met. Smarter than Stark and Banner, don’t tell them I told you that.” He smiles. “But it’s that very brain that keeps her focus elsewhere. And I don’t begrudge her that passion. It’s one of the reasons I fell for her.

“But we don’t seem to be able to make it work.”

Hearing him praise her so much, love her so openly dries your throat and you can’t swallow to push past the lump there to speak. So, you say nothing.

“This,” Thor pulls your hand up a little, readjusting and holding it more securely. “This feels good.”

That helps.

“But you wish it was her?” You wonder.

Thor goes silent, averting his eyes to his hand around yours.

“Not anymore.” He sighs. “Until tonight, I would have said yes. I would have given anything for you to be Jane. To marry the woman I love? How could I not want that? It’s what I’ve always hoped for.”

You feel disappointment pull your body down, shoulders slumped, head falling so that you don’t have to look at him anymore.

You feel strong fingers take hold of your chin, gently tilting your head back until you can meet his electric blue eye.

“When I met you, I was surprised. I’d met with woman, after woman, after woman, after woman-”

“Alright, I get it.” You frown.

Thor stops to laugh but then nods, “Sorry. I only mean that every woman I met, all the other princesses and duchesses and ladies once related to direct royal families were kind but there was something calculating about the way they spoke. They were careful with the things they said and I didn’t feel like I was really getting to know them.”

“But with me?”

“With you, I-it was like recognizing someone that I’d known my whole life. You sat there, terrified but unable to keep from speaking your mind. You were honest about not wanting to marry for anything but love and I understood how you felt. I’d made up my mind not to choose you then. I didn’t want to take from you what was being taken from me, but I-the more I thought about marrying one of those women…I told myself I would let you find someone you could be with, even as my wife.

“We’d keep it secret. You could be with them and I would give you your privacy and let you live that life while protecting it for you.” He sighs. “Then you came here, and dinner brought me hope. I didn’t think that you could ever want to feel any other way for me than that disappointment I saw cross your face when I asked you to marry me and live your life with me without feeling loved.”

“Neither did I.” You confess, words coming out in a rush. “I hated you when I came here. I hated my family for being related to royalty. I hated that I was suddenly being asked to think about shit that I honestly, didn’t even care about! And then I met you and you were nice and confused and you asked me that stupid fucking question about my ideal marriage and I had no one else to picture so I pictured you and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Thor smiles, “If I’m honest, that’s also what drew me to you. To be fair though, I didn’t ask any of the other women that question, but it was clear without them having to say so that they were after the prestige that comes with being a human Queen of Asgard.”

“But I know that you still love her.” You continue, ignoring the sweet smile he’s giving you because your mind will not stop fretting. “I know that you’d much rather have it be Jane so, I’m only saying that you don’t have to force yourself to hold my hand or show me affection when you don’t feel it.”

Thor sighs heavily, a huff as he takes hold of your head with both massive hands and pulls you towards him to meet his lips.

This time your surprise only lasts a second before you squeeze your eyes shut and pucker your lips back against his.

You can feel his body shake and you tear your eyes open, searching for what’s making him laugh but find him watching you.

He pulls back, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“Relax. There’s no need to be nervous.” He whispers, deep. It settles in your chest cavity and you really like the sound of his voice.

“I’ve never kissed before.” You remind him. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Kissing is easy.” Thor tells you. “Just pucker your lips,”

You do as he asks, self-conscious but eager to feel that kiss again.

“Then let me do the rest.” He pulls you back to him and your eyes shut as his lips meet yours.

It’s only a peck. A held one. Until Thor’s hands guide your head to the right as he tilts his to the left and suddenly his lips are overlapping your own. They’re hot, wet, and his breath tickles.

You jump as the tip of his tongue rolls along the seam of your mouth and without making the choice to do it, you open for him and he delves in slowly. Your body is suddenly humming, your mind overcome, and it all feels like a dream.

He inhales as he kisses you, tongue swirling around your own and you don’t know what to do so you reach out to grip the edge of his armor around his chest, hands fisted around the leather while he leads you in this dizzy dance.

He tilts your head the other way, breaking the kiss to take a breath giving you a second to gasp, but then he’s back on you, smothering your whimper of surprise with his lips.

As he presses against yours again, he dives in with more excitement, mouth open, tongue tasting.

You’re trembling, legs shaking with nerves as your hands hold on harder.

As he pulls away, lips smacking quietly, he caresses your cheeks again, letting you come down from your high.

He waits patiently until your eyes open, searching wildly to see what you might find in his.

All you find is his own searching, his own curiosity.

“Um…” You mumble, voice barely audible.

“If you let me in,” He says, his breath washing over your lips again making the past few minutes replay in vivid color. “I will open for you. I think we can do this right. I want to do this right. Will you do this with me?”

Your hands are shaking around his arm, still reeling from that kiss. Holy shit.

“I already said yes.” You point out.

“Say it again.” Thor pleads, scooting closer.

You’re almost completely pulled against his chest, hands squished between your bodies.

“This is happening so fast.” You gasp, confused but happy.

“It has to.” He nods. “I want it to.”

“But how do I know it’s real?” You wonder, and to answer you, Thor crushes you against his chest, head dipping until he meets your lips again.

“It’s real.” He says, tilting your head again, coaxing your mouth open.

You respond more eagerly this time, letting your tongue swirl around his to meet it in its frenzy. Your heart pounds with excitement. This is new and you can understand why people like it. You’ve wondered in passing what it would feel like when you saw it happen in films and shows, taking the books you’d read as gospel for what it feels like but they pale in comparison to the reality.

It’s a haze of pleasure. Foggy but the emotions sharp. It’s also possessive. It feels like yours now. This with Thor can never belong to anyone else. The very thought of it being felt by someone else breaks your heart and also boils your blood.

It makes you bolder, pulling him closer where you have hold of him.

“Let me in.” Thor whispers against your lips, giving you one small final peck. “It’s real for me, I swear to you.”

Can you trust him?

Everything he’s said so far makes sense. His disillusionment with his relationship with Jane is not fake. You were able to hear the sadness in his voice, the acceptance when he explained what was happening with her.

“If you can try to love me, I will try to love you.” He whispers, reaching down with his thumb to trace the shape of your lower lip.

You shut your eyes, seduced by his touch.

“You’re not playing fair,” You sigh. “This is coercion.”

Opening your eyes, you find Thor smiling, and you wonder if this is what he looks like when he likes someone. Is this him smitten?

You don’t think so.

You can’t wrap your mind around him being anything but tolerant of you. He’d been so vocal about loving Jane that you can’t see how only meeting with you twice might override that, even if they are currently struggling.

“I already told you yes! Brunnhilde was right about you.”

“And I want to hear you say it again. For good measure.” He traces the line of your jaw, cup your chin from beneath once he reaches it. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you’ll try with me. We’ll do everything in our power and devote ourselves to each other. You’ll love me and I will love you.”

His words give your stomach flutters and the way he’s holding your chin makes it so that you can’t look away to clear your head.

So, you nod. “I will love you, Thor. We’ll make this work. As long as you never touch me unless you really want to. I don’t want you to force it. I want it to be real.”

Desperately, you want it. Now more than ever.

“Deal.” Thor says, then wraps one arm around your shoulders and meets your lips again.

~~~~~~~~~~

You wake with a gasp, reaching around for something though you don’t know what. No one had slept with you.

The bed is rightfully empty. As you sit up, you remember every little detail of last night. The words that were spoken, the declarations made, the kisses.

Oh, fuck, the kisses!

You lay back down, heart pounding while you urge yourself to think of every single shift of Thor’s lips against your own.

They’d been so hot, and wet once he’d French kissed you. His tongue had been thick and smooth in its movements. Skilled though you don’t know what you’d compare it to in order to know that for sure.

His arms had been huge and strangely safe. Wrapped up around you, he’d been a powerhouse of heat and strength, lulling you into a calm you’ve never felt before.

Reaching up to scratch your forehead, a small shine catches your eye, and you find your engagement ring, dazzling you with its beauty and the memory of Thor on one knee.

For a moment you’re almost sure that you’ll wake up and all of this will be a dream. A good dream that you had no idea you could ever have wanted.

Then a knock on your door makes you jump, and you sit up again.

Through the door marches Brunnhilde with the swagger of a soldier heading into battle, her clothes relaxed however, plain jeans, a red sweater, and heavy work boots.

“Good!” She smiles at you, “You’re awake! Estrid, bring in Her Highness’s breakfast and set aside one of the other dresses His Majesty bought for her.”

“I’m wearing another uncomfortable dress?” Your sorrow is clear and Brunnhilde smiles at you, her eyes flitting towards your ring. “So, that’s what they were up to.”

You follow her gaze and take a long look at your ring, “Who?”

“Loki and Thor.” Estrid moves past Brunnhilde, heading towards the desk at the far side of the room and places it there before she hurries to the armoire to sift through the dresses. “They’d disappeared a few days ago, went shopping or so they said. I didn’t believe them but clearly, they told me the truth. Just didn’t think they were shopping for a ring. It’s pretty.”

“It’s a lotus flower.” You tell her, throwing your blankets back and sliding to the edge of the bed. “He said he didn’t know that I liked flowers but was happy that I did since I’d like the ring more.”

“He said that?” She wonders, grabbing your robe from the vanity seat then offering it to you.

Taking it, you slip it on and tie it loosely around your waist. The smell of the food pulls you to the desk and you sit, immediately picking apart the eggs and toast.

“Mm.” You nod. “He did. He also said that he really wants to try. He’s willing to really give us a shot.”

Brunnhilde sits on the end of your bed, watching you eat with the space between her eyes puckered.

“Then he’s chosen to give her up finally.” Brunnhilde realizes, surprise painting her tone.

You look at her, intrigued by her own surprise.

“Is that weird?”

“No. Not weird, just unlikely. I never thought he’d really give up on Jane. They were so in love in the beginning when we first arrived. They were always together. Slowly they saw each other less and less, but his devotion never wavered.” She explains.

This doesn’t make you feel good. In fact, hearing about how deep their love was—is—unsettles you.

Fork still in your mouth, you watch her, mind racing.

“Eat up, Your Highness.” Brunnhilde says, rising. “Get dressed and meet me in the main hall. We have to go into town for your wedding dress fitting.”

As she moves for the door and Estrid crosses the room to your bed to lay out a stunning navy dress that looks way too formal for a dress fitting, you turn in your seat, hands grasping the back as you twist to follow her.

“Is Thor awake?”

“Yes.” Brunnhilde nods. “He left about half an hour ago for Wyoming to go see Jane, I assume to break things off with her.”

“Oh,” You shrink, fears you didn’t know you could have choking you.

What if he sees her and realizes he loves her too much to let her go? What if she changes her mind and decides that watching him marry someone else is unbearable? She decides to marry him and then he comes back to tell you that she’s agreed to be Queen and he no longer needs you?

Last night had only cemented your growing feelings for Thor and there is no way you can ever go back to before those kisses.

“He’ll be back tonight.” Brunnhilde assures you, but it only drives you crazier.

Why does he need until tonight?

Why so long? How many kisses will he give her? How many hugs will she take?

You shouldn’t begrudge him this goodbye. You should accept that with it will come with tears and affection that you already see as yours. You don’t want her to have it but it’s not yours yet. It’s intended for you, but right now Thor’s love is still hers.

This God of Thunder has absolutely wrecked you and it’s clear to you that you can never go back to your little home without him. You can never live a life where his arms are not around you.

You’re absolutely fucked.

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tarithenurse · 4 years ago

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Stolen - 28

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!gifted!reader Content: Hints at smut, but mostly fluff, and plot. No proofing has been done, so expect some errors. A/N: *sigh*...life...am I right? Anyways...ask or re-blog for tag.

28. The Reflecting God

... Loki ...

Stretching satisfyingly, he revels in the soothing heat from the body snuggled up against his side. Hair mussed from the sleep and with red lines from the wrinkled pillow jarring the pretty face, she's a vision to behold. They've slept (or in Loki's case rested) for a few hours after the debauchery and nothing would appease him more than a full night's peace in [Y/N] arms. Unfortunately, some things cannot be.

Repositioning, the former prince cradles her as best he can. "My dear," he whispers into her ear, "darling, you must wake now."

She whines softly at first, resisting the continued cooing and the strokes he lavishes her with, but eventually his tenacity wins. Blinking owlishly, the woman studies his face as if for the first time before reality catches up with her in the form of a bashful smile which quickly grows as he pecks a kiss onto her forehead.

"So that's the trick," the minx hums in delight.

"To what?"

She wins time by burying the pretty nose of hers in his hair. Still, Loki can feel the grin against the shell of his ear before she whispers: "I get laid if I annoy you enough."

A split second later, she's pinned beneath the jotun who bites teasingly at the side of her neck before drifting lower and getting distracted - he had intended to scold her, torment her sweetly, but [Y/N] arches her back so prettily when his ministrations elicit a sigh that he is lost.

...

Night still reigns, barely, when the two of them reappear in the guest chamber in Valhalla. Legs still weak from the latest exertion and eyes heavy-lidded and full of an unspoken acceptance of reality.

"Allow me to draw you a bath, pet."

Of course, she doesn't object but follows him to the grand bathroom and her cooperation continues when the tub has been filled and Loki frees them both of the hastily reapplied clothes. The water embraces the pair with a puff of steam that clings to their faces as a delicate sheen of droplets.

... Reader ...

If all there was to the world was the heat as you nestle between Loki’s thighs with your back against his stomach then you’d live happily forever, and for once you know what the god feels because a tune drifts from that sinful mouth as he spreads the soap across your skin, paying attention to and caressing even your little fingers. He’s content. A quasi-erection serving a both a reminder and a promise, but for now both of you are too worn out for anything else than lazying about in the bath.

The foreign melody lulls your senses and you’re only partially aware that you echo the lilts and falls until you carry the second voice, wordlessly at first, which eventually grows and becomes something more. Words you don’t know speak clearly to you about safety, a home that’s more than four walls and a roof...and something you don’t understand. Loki listens, now and then kissing your hair as he continues tending to your body.

...

“What are we doing?”

Your raven-haired glances up at you from where he’s sitting in the shade of a tree. “You are supposed to study or the queen may loose her patience, little mortal.”

“You know what I mean.” Rolling your eyes at him has become one of your most trained abilities. “We’re hiding, nice and safe here in...on Asgard,” you explain, finally getting his full attention, “but Thanos is still out there!”

“I know.”

Of course he knows. The disowned prince has suffered more at the hands of the purple maniac than you have. Is he even safe here? There’s no doubt Odin would want to seek some sort of twisted justice against his ex-son, but it’s unclear to you if he’d go as far as to abandon the man to someone like Thanos. Either way, plenty of people seem to be standing in line to deliver a kick of two as revenge for former slights. Yeah, Loki from the past has complicated things for present day Loki.

“Hopefully, my br-Thor will return with news...I hear rumours that he has been hunting down old lore and is planning to visit the ancient sites of creation throughout the realms.”

“Oh?”

“Yes...I’m surprised none of your new frie-”

The sound of voices coming closer silences the supposed servant, forcing you both into the roles you’ve adopted since your arrival to Valhalla – even after it has become common knowledge that you’re a Midgardian, everyone still treats you as near royalty which you suspect you can thank both your ties to Alfheim and the queen’s attention for. As such, you should be getting used to the discreet bows Hogun and Fandral offer you when they appear from the rose garden.

“M’lady [Y/N].” Fandral smiles so sweetly you’d almost believe you didn’t turn him down at all. “We hoped to find you here.”

Returning their gesture with a nod and a wave towards the empty seats, you wait until they’re seated before replying, “Do I dare ask why?”

“Certainly, although you may also be saddened at the news we bri-oomph!” The blond man is (temporarily) silenced by an elbow in the side.

“Beg you pardon,” Hogun takes over, “Thor has asked us to accompany him. As promised upon hearing your plea, he is seeking out the truth in the hopes of preventing more horrors from happening.”

No words escape you because nothing can really express the mad hope flaring in your chest at the idea that the God of Thunder trusts you enough and loves the tiny planet called Earth to the extend that he’ll figure out a mystery like the one you’ve handed him.

“Don’t fret,” Fandral assures you and places a hand on yours, “you are safe here from Loki and any potential collaborators he may have.”

A bitterness burns your marrow in a way you’ve never felt before. “I’m not afraid of Loki...but whomever drove him to the threshold of madness? That’s my living nightmare.”

The two men exchange a look you can’t decipher before bidding you farewell. They aren’t sure when they’ll return or if the expedition will prove useful, however they trust Thor’s judgment in so far as the cause is important.

“Told you so,” the God of Mischief taunts quietly as you look after the retreating Asgardians.

Hrmph. “Behave, servant, or you’ll find yourself with an endless amount of tasks and no sleep tonight.”

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oh dear i'm super duper late but I have a lot of questions about your wips!! I wanna know more about sick Akashi, nekoma pirate crew, BoKuroo/BokuAka midsommer, Pining + Jacket, The truth burns and destroys, feeling good, Punk Noya, Strawberry Blonde, sunspot and the merman au!!! Thanks babe <333

Hi Vee!!! This is it, I spent wayyyyy too long on this, I think my finger is cramping from typing. But thank you for asking, I love sharing my ideas, sorry if it’s incorherent.

This is super long so it’s under the cut, saving people room

Sick Akashi

So, it’s based off of a line prompt “I’d like it if you’d stay” and as the title suggests, 3rd year Akashi gets sick, sorry Vee it’s not fatal, Furihata comes to Rakuzan to check on his friend after he doesn’t answer his phone. The entire premise is Akashi works himself sick with his various responsibilities he takes on as “perfectionist who can’t show any cracks at all”. I don’t want Bokushi Akashi showing up so it’s minus the mental break elements. (also technically in canon terms it's after they have merged so yeah) I feel like they deserve a cute little “nurse” the other from a sickness ficlet. And… maybe… sick Akashi confesses…….. It’s almost a writing challenge for me because Akashi has a more polite sophisticated way of thinking and speaking, so cough yep

The rest are Haikyuu aus so buckle in

NEKOMA PIRATE CREW

Admittedly this is more loose, less of a solid idea. It’s Yaku centric, and how he went from a merchant from his grandfather’s company searching for lost merchandise and became the first mate who keeps track of the ship's finances and keeps their captain Kuroo on track. Other things of note, he meets Kuroo first as a pirate on another ship who stole his merchandise, Kenma is a sea witch (is that science or magic? That's always the question), and about halfway through the adventure they get Lev on board as a new member. So yeah! Kinda a fetch quest but on of my favorite fanfics is legitimately a fetch quest so it's okay fjdkaljf

BoKuroo/BokuAka Midsommer

This is based off of a fanart by desdelasombra my friend Shayla showed it to me and we threw this idea around together, we really don’t want to write it but it's also spectacular. So it's the movie Midsommar, right? Bokuto is a “gatherer” bringing his friends to come join in his village’s rituals. But we didn’t want anyone to die (except for Kenma sorry he’s dead as the substitute for the main character’s sister), so a grieving Kuroo comes with his boyfriend Bokuto, joined by their friends the smart studious and jaded Oikawa and bright bubbly Hinata. Obviously the three react badly to the first ritual and Bokuto doesn’t understand because for him it’s always been a joyful experience and he wanted to share it with his friends. A Lot of things happen, but most important is Akaashi and Kuroo dancing under the may pole together. BokuAka was in the past when Bokuto was home so part of this is them coming together as poly and escaping the final scene of the movie. Again this is very painful but that art is beautiful and the world is better for it being created

Pining + Jacket (KuroLev)

Again this is a line prompt about lending a jacket because it’s cold and it had so much potential for pining and who is the most pining bastard that I know? LEV and Shayla told me about KuroLev and somehow this happened. It’s currently going to be a sequence of drabbles of Lev pining after Kuroo, what else could you ask for? Uh? Lev confessing to Kuroo and them going out??? Sorry I can’t hear you over the exquisite angst and pain of one sided love that I want to explore

The truth burns and destroys

GOOD CHOICE, I began this on saturday night and it has earned a very special place in my heart. Sometimes I fear that my writing is like a lazy pool, sure it's nice and easy and smooth but there isn’t an intensity or raw emotions, BUT THIS this accomplishes what I want. And I’m really glad, its metaphor and imagery heavy but it really captures their emotions and thoughts without it sounding like I’m a 7th grader writing my first fanfiction glances to my abandoned wips from that time. Okay, Vee, I am a glutton for punishment and angst and I choose to pursue cheating fics. But specifically where and how they build the relationship up again after finding out. So, I was reading a KageHina cheating fic and how the character’s reacted felt off somehow so at midnight I wrote this snippet to fullfill my craving, you know what they say the best fanfiction is self indulgence. Here is a short excerpt,

He wants to brush this aside and continue their lives. He wants to wake up next to Tobio and still be seen the same way. He doesn't want anything to change.

Tobio is his favorite book. He has read it time and time again. Highlighting, underlining, cherishing. So Shouyou is able to read the silent begging in his eyes. The right clenched fist.

"Shouyou," a deafening pause "What is this?"

Please lie to me.

…

It stretches on. The eternity of silence. They sit together holding on to the last hope they have. Shouyou memorizes those beautiful hands, each crease and bump. Hands that helped shape him become who he is and that reached out unwaveringly.

Tobio sighs a world ending sigh.

Shouyou was the one who created their world, it's only fitting that Tobio is the one who destroys it.

In summary I like angst, I want to feel something

Feeling good

AAA, okay uh, This is a BokuAka pop star au. Akaashi sings “feeling good” at a big charity event hosted by Akashi (... yes I am AkaFuri trash and I can and will sneak them in anything and everything I write) while he is singing he walks down a big staircase remembering moments in his relationship with Bokuto, how much they have grown and how much he loves him. I love the concept! But I tried to write smut in the beginning of it and OOF THATS A NO. I actually have the majority of it written but I do want to add more emotions and thoughts (the lazy pool writing) and make it Ao3 friendly because I have all of the lyrics for feeling good in it as “post signs” for what he sings and that’s against their rules. 1 major aspect of this fic is it's all leading up to the point where Akaashi says “I love you” for the first time to Bokuto after finishing the song, on stage, in front of everyone and on every screen broadcasting it.

Punk Noya

I have a love for feral boys, especially feral alternative punk boys (and girls and humans) so this whole idea is that Noya goes to another school for high school, embraces more punk aethsetics, and on the first day of the preliminary tournaments he hears the rumors about a high schooler in a gang, getting up to nasty things, and he decides to confront them. He finds Asahi, rants him out and leaves. The plot then follows canon, at the winter tournament Karasuno faces Dateko, Karasuno loses even more badly because Noya isn’t there. Asahi quits volleyball, BUT Asahi and Noya run into each other at the store and talk leading to friendship which leads to romance. Idk man, I want more punk haikyuu characters, it gives me life. Alt Yamaguchi is my favorite but onwards we go

Strawberry Blonde

!!!! So this is Mitski’s song and to give a vague idea this is a pining Kageyama fic where he tries to pull away from Hinata and that back fires. (I do have more to say but I’ve been typing this for over an hour and I’m getting really tired fjkdaljl) There is one paragraph that I love, so here it is! Kageyama and Hinata are practicing by themselves outside of school and they are playing pepper (its a volleyball warm up practice routine where you partner up with someone pass, set, and spike the ball to each other sesquentially) Hinata goes to spike the ball and for a moment Kageyama sees it,

They are at nationals and they made it to finals. The crowds are screaming, but everything except the court is thrown into shadows. They are at match point of the final set. Everything is at peak intensity and at the center is him. Flying in the air. Orange hair waving with the momentum. His loud take off echoing in the gym. Arm poised for the kill. Eyes sparking with ferocity and passion as he aims. And finally, tipping the world over is the loud slap of his hand, sending the ball to the far side of the court-

This was actually going to be finished and posted in time for Haikyuu season 4 coming out and the manga wrapping up.... clearly I failed my goal fjdaklfj

Sunspot

You don’t know this about me but I love royalty aus, and this is BokuAka Prince Akaashi and Knight Bokuto. This was a short snippet of this grand idea I have for them where they run away from Akaashi’s inherited destiny together. It has potential to be really wide and expansive with the differnet teams as different kingdoms (AGAIN ILLUSION OF CHOICE, that fic really influences me doesn’t it fjdskalj) But this was a short glance at Akaashi taking a break from studying and watching Bokuto and the other knights practice duel. The title comes from the fact that Bokuto is a sunspot in Akaashi’s life, and his day is substantially better basking in his golden shining light.

Merman au

I’m so glad you asked about this and its technically the one I’ve written the most for since it's actually the one I posted on my haikyuu writing side blog. But brief recap, long term it’s a BokuAka little mermaid au but instead of a sea witch it’s an underwater deity who makes “wishes” (it's a deal) with every royal who is born. And Akaashi has a lot of siblings: Ushijima, Oikawa, Suga, Terushima, and Hinata, and its in that order. So I have information on every sibling’s deal, what they wish for, what they give for it, what happens to them in the future, romantically and otherwise. But, this is the one I haven’t updated in over a year, I am working on it!! I’m currently on Koushi’s (suga’s) wish/deal, its just taking forever. If you want to learn more about it I’ll link it in parts 1 2 3 4

BUT I will work on Suga’s part and then Terushima’s and then to the meat of the idea with Akaashi.

If you have made it this far, thanks, you are cool as always. My brain and fingers is ded.

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larryssunflower · 5 years ago

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The Non-Royal Romance, part nine

Read past parts to catch up!

one two three four five six seven eight

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The following night with Drake replays in my head as my mother and I ascend into the bright sky in our jet. I bite my lip, looking out the window. Drake was someone different last night... he was so possessive, passionate... it makes me shiver just thinking about the way he touched me. After our makeout sesh, I had heard my name being called and reluctantly returned to the party. When the party eventually came to an end, I went to my room to find a note from Drake on my dresser which said, in scribbled handwriting which seemed to suit him well, ‘Had to leave for rounds otherwise I would be here with you. Can’t wait to see you soon, D’. Which was alright, it gave me some time to celebrate alone.

I still sense that he is uncertain about us. He is clearly an ethical person and I can tell he doesn’t think that much of himself. But the fact that he ignored all that because he needed to be with me last night makes my heart flutter. “Alana? Are you okay? You haven’t spoken much,” my mother comments, making me jump slightly. “Oh, sorry, just thinking,” I say with a smile. She smiles back knowingly. “Big night tonight,” she says with a teasing tone, making me blink in surprise. It’s come so soon. My coronation ball. “Yeah! It’s crazy,” I nod with a hopefully not noticeably fake tone. My mother moves from her seat to sit across from me, taking my hands in hers.

“Alana,” she says, her tone serious, making my blink my eyes at her in surprise. “I know it’s a very big decision. But your family before you have done it for many years. I did it. You can do it too,” She pauses for a moment, a certain look in her eyes as she seems to stare into my soul. “It is a tough and monumental decision, but I can tell you’ve already found your love,” She says confidently, taking me by surprise. “It’s obvious, you are glowing just thinking about him,” my mother grins, taking me aback. I didn’t realize I was being so transparent. “I-I mean-“ I stutter, and she just laughs lightly. “No need to explain anything, I can wait until tonight, just like everyone else,” Mother says with a wink, getting up and heading to the restroom near the back of the plane.

As she walks away my smile disappears. I take in a deep breath, rubbing my temples. What am I going to do?

All I want is to be with Drake again. To feel the electricity between us and kiss those lips again. It seems insane to even think about being with someone else when what seems to be my soulmate is standing right in front of me. There is just so much shit stacked up against us.

Then there is Liam. Liam is safe. Stable. Sweet. He‘s a good kisser and cares about me. Also a noble, so no issues with tonight. He just- isn’t Drake. Liam doesn’t consume my thoughts. He doesn’t kiss me the way Drake does, or make my stomach do backflips the way Drake does.

But I have to choose someone.

A deep feeling of dread starts to eat away at my chest. I have no option. But I should, right? I deserve to be with the man I want, not the man I feel obligated to be with.

As I glance out the window at the sparse clouds and bright sparkling ocean, a recurring insecurity rises in me. The ever-present doubt in my mind that I'm not supposed to be royalty. I can barely connect with my country in the way a ruler should, I haven’t spoken directly to the Cordonian public before, and it doesn't help that the idea of actively running this country makes me want to run away as fast as possible.

Obviously an amazing thing to panic about the day of my coronation.

I sink into my seat, burrowing my face in my hands. Fuck.

Our plane touches down on the tarmac and slows to a stop, prompting a group of workers to push a flight of stairs up against our jet. A limousine pulls up at the end of the stairs to take my mother and me to the palace and our press conference. We step into the dignified limousine and I start to feel myself sweat with anxiety.

The drive to the palace is short, thanks to the police escort. I haven’t spoken to the Cordonian public directly before. I have indirectly, through reporters, but that is the extent. The nearer we come to the palace, the quicker my heart hammers in my chest. As we pull up to the back entrance, I can hear the crowd, a sick feeling fall over me. My hands start to feel slick and I rub them on the fabric of my dress. I wish Drake was here and I could feel that reassuring hand like I did that one night in the blizzard. Even just having him by my side would send a wave of reassurance over me. A memory of him opening my door, and holding his hand out to me to help me out of the car flashes as the door to the limo opens. I take the unfamiliar hand of some guard, smiling through the sadness. I miss him.

My mother and I walk through the palace, making our way to the entrance for the press conference. We eventually reach the podium and the sheer number of people gathered makes my knees weak. They cheer loudly as my mother and I stand together, and my heart hammers unpleasantly. I try to keep a calm look and clasp my hands tightly in front of me to hide the shaking. My eyes dart around the crowd, trying to calm myself down by memorizing faces when I reach a familiar face staring right at me. My heart skips a beat and that wave of calmness washes over me as I look into his deep brown eyes. An unfamiliar feeling falls over me as I look at him. The only way to describe it is an overwhelming feeling of appreciation and adoration. My lips part in shock at the feeling. Drake nods at me encouragingly, a smile on his lips. I reciprocate his smile, looking down for a moment to breathe. What was that?

My attention switches to my mother as the clapping slows and she begins to talk. “Dear Cordonains, thank you for being here today. As many of you know, tonight is the coronation of my dear eldest daughter, Alana,” She says gesturing a hand to me, and the crowd cheers. I smile to them with a polite wave, my gaze lingering on Drake’s face. As usual. “Alana has a big decision to make tonight and following the coronation ceremony, she will become your Queen.” Drake looks down at those words, making my heart sink. My mother continues with her speech and I try to concentrate on the words coming out of her mouth but all I hear is the blood rushing in my ears making her words muffled. I am going to be queen tonight. Holy shit. How am I supposed to do this? It was easy to pretend that this night wasn't going to come eight weeks ago, but now it has gotten serious. I am not prepared for this.

Before I know it, the press conference is over, and my mom is gently leading me inside.

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I numbly stand under my showerhead, my mind wandering. Could I just run away? Create a whole new identity, and live my life like a normal person? I’m certain there are more qualified people who would do a much better job than me. I shake my head at myself and rinse out my conditioner. I need to be responsible and carry out my duties as needed. I would break my mother’s heart if I ran away. I turn off the water and dry myself off and wrap my bathroom across my body. I can do this.

After my shower, a small group of makeup artists come in, plop me in a chair, and start to primp me up. One pair works on my hair, drying and styling it into an intricate updo, topping it off with my tiara which I have despised my whole life. The other pair work on my makeup and nails, doing a great job and talking excitedly to me and each other. I try to be happy about all this because I should be right? I should be looking forward to being primped and the object of attention for an entire night, but the idea gives me hives. Luckily the group working on making me look prim and proper are finished, I thank them gratefully and they walk out the door, still talking in raised and excited voices.

Once they leave I shut my door, leaning against it for a second to calm myself down. I then pace my room in my robe, my feet padding on the wooden floors. What the hell am I supposed to do? How am I going to go out there, choose a husband, leave Drake, and become the leader of a country in one night? I collapse onto my bed, urging myself not to cry and ruin the work my makeup team worked hard on. This was a mistake. This whole thing.

A knock sounds and I jump up. Gingerly, I walk over to the door, unrealistically hoping that Drake is on the other side, ready to comfort me. I open the door and instead see Allie standing there, a huge grin on her face and a large garment bag. “Heyyy!” She sings, holding the bag up happily. I smile and let her in. “Oh my god, you look so hot!” She exclaims, hugging me. I laugh. “Heh, thanks. Not my work though, that makeup team surely is something,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “He will love it,” Allie gleams. I frown for a second. I never told her about Drake and I. At least not yet. “Who?” I ask and she laughs as she delicately places the garment bag on my bed. “Liam,” She says, confused. “You are picking him, aren't you?” She asks, turning to me.

I sigh and shake my head. “I don't think I can,” I say uncertainly. “What? Why? You guys seemed so close at the Beaumont Bash and Max told me he adores you.” Allie gushes, making me sigh. That makes it so much worse. “I just don't feel for him the way I should. I- I think I'm falling in love with someone else.” I say before my brain can even process it, my voice cracking. That's what I felt earlier. I am falling in love with Drake. “Who?” Allie asks, shocked. “Drake. My old bodyguard. At the Applewood Manor, he kissed me after saving me from that Tariq situation, and at the Bash, we kissed again. I- I don't know Allie. There is just something about him that I care so much about. He fills me with this overwhelming appreciation and calmness when I look into his eyes. I have never felt this way about anyone. When we are together, my heart starts pounding relentlessly in an incredible way. His smile brings butterflies to my stomach and his touch is electric. I don't know how I'm supposed to choose someone else when I know I only want him,“ I finish talking, taking a breath and looking down slightly embarrassed by my over-sharing.

I look back up to see Allie looking at me with a look of amazement. “Damn. Alana you cannot let him go. You have never spoken about anything or anyone that way before,” Allie says, starting to unzip my garment bag. “You need to get into this dress, go to that ball, and fuck it, choose who you love. Who gives a shit what anyone else thinks, this is your life,” Allie finishes confidently, making me smile. “You have no idea how much I needed that,” I grin breathlessly. She smirks, pulling out my dress, a Cordonian baby blue ballgown with ornate golden designs around the hem and chest. “Woah,” I say, impressed gently stroking the designs. “Let's get you dressed lovebird,” Allie laughs, making me chuckle, feeling excited for the first time today.

Allie helps me into my gown and tightens it for me. Before I know it, its time for the ball to begin. Maxwell barges in excitedly to escort us to the ball. Once he sees me, he tears up, patting his eyes dramatically like an elderly woman. “Oh Alana, you look amazing!” He gushes, running over to hug me. “Careful of the dress and hair!” Allie exclaims, but I hug him tightly anyway. “God, you two are a nightmare,” Allie mutters. We break the hug and Maxwell turns to Allie, caressing her cheek. “A hot nightmare I hope,” He grins, making Allie roll her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Whatever Fabio, we need to get Alana to her ball so get out of the way,” Allie orders, making Max back up, smirking. “Bossy, mhm I like it,” He comments with a wink, making Allie groan, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me out the door. I watch amusedly as Max rushes after us.

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Eventually, the three of us make it to the doors of the ball. Allie kisses my cheek and then Max’s. “I'll see you guys after, good luck!” She says and I stop her. “Oh hell no, I need you in there,” I say, my eyes wide. “Alana, I'm not on the list, I only got to come in because I was giving you your gown,” She says quietly. I roll my eyes and turn to the guard by the entrance. “Hey, Milligan, this is Allie, and she is not on the list by mistake. She will be back shortly dressed appropriately, then you shall let her in, no questions asked.” I order in a dignified tone. “Of course, your highness,” He says, bowing slightly.

“Alana,” Allie says, but I stop her. “I want you there, and you can keep Maxwell company. Just go up to my room and borrow one of my dresses, I don’t mind. Just hurry!” I say with a smile, making her grin widely. “Thanks, Al,” She says, giving me a hug. “Also it will probably piss Bertrand off, so I'm all for it. I would never object to spending a whole night with you,” Max smiles, making Allie give him a quick kiss. “I swear I love you even more. Okay, see you guys soon!” She says, before rushing away to my room. “Thanks for that Alana,” Max says and I shake my head. “Oh it was purely selfish I assure you,” I say with a wink, and he just nods with a grin, facing towards the main doors of the ballroom. I back slightly to the side as the doors open and announce him into the ball. He gives me a thumbs-up before heading in. The doors close again, and my mother appears. “Ready Darling?” She asks, looping her arm in my elbow. I smile, nerves eating away at me. I ignore them and focus on my mother.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, and she smiles widely, leading me gently to the doors. They suddenly open, the bright lights blind me for a moment, the only thing holding me down being my mother’s arm as she leads me in. As my eyes adjust, I scan the decadent ballroom. They didn’t spare any expense that's for sure. Ornate chandeliers I have never seen before loom above the large crowd of nobles and suitors. They watch as we enter, making the uncomfortable feeling of being watched overcome me yet again. I don't think I will ever get used to it. We find our way to our thrones, and I try to sit delicately, even though I feel like collapsing onto it in dread. After we settle down, the music starts up again, and people begin to dance while others socialize and drink various cocktails and liquors. I watch the dancers for a minute as it has always calmed me down.

I enjoy observing dancers as they sway, spin, and twirl to the music. It’s truly an art form and a great way to people-watch. A majority of my childhood was spent people-watching outside palace windows and sneakily around a corner while my mother held parties. Wondering what lives they held, who they loved, hated, what their deepest secrets were. Dancing is a vulnerable and beautiful form of expression. You can tell someone’s mood, their thoughts, just by the way they waltz. The way they hold themselves, how they look at their partners, etc. It's compelling. My eyes wander from couple to couple, observing how they look at each other. I see Neville dancing with some poor girl, his nose in the air, not even glancing at her as he swings her violently around the dancefloor. I try to hold a snigger. I spot Liam dancing with one of my younger cousins, Elaine. She is around 8 and standing on his feet. He grins as he swings her around, making her shriek with laughter. A group of women watches, swooning and talking about him to each other. He is definitely the charmer, that's for sure. He notices my staring, winking and flashing his grin. I smile politely before looking away. Guilt eats away at my chest. He probably thinks I will choose him.

As I glance around the room, and the main doors open. Allie walks in, wearing one of my dresses, a black dress which elegantly falls on her figure. I make a mental note to give it to her as it never fit right on me. I smile as Max sees her and rushes over to capture her in a kiss. They really are perfect for each other. As I watch them, I notice a smaller door opening on another empty looking wall. The security guard beside it turns and switches places with... Drake. They nod to each other, and the other guard goes through the door, closing it behind him.

Drake clasps his hands in front of him, scanning the room, a searching look on his face. His eyes Immediately find mine and he stops. His gaze softens as he takes me in. ‘Beautiful’ he mouths, making my heart flutter and my cheeks heat up. I bite my lip as I smile at him. God, I definitely love him. He tries to surpress his smile, trying to be professional, as always. He looks down and gradually the smile fully fades. He clenches his jaw and looks back up at me, a vulnerable look on his face. Dread. My face falls as I remember the situation at hand. I blink back tears, forcing myself to look away. I take a deep breath and sutuate myself. I have to make a plan. I can’t leave Drake and I need to figure out how I can make it possible for us.

Tonight will be monumental, thats for sure.

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Sorry if this is a cliffhanger! I cannot wait for the next chapter hehe! This social isolation/ quarantine thing is great for my writers block. I apologize for how long this took me but my life has been crazy and im looking forward to spending this break writing! I hope you all are doing okay in this crazy time and this could possibly make your day better! Love you all and see you again for another chapter! Also sorry for the lack of Drake but there will be more than enough next time ;)

#tnnr #The Non-Royal Romance #drake #trr drake #chapter nine #finally #sorry for the wait!#trr #Drake walker #drake x mc #choices fanfiction

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truth-and-lies-drv3-imagines · 5 years ago

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- A Royal Reunion

⤷How about Ouma, Kirumi, Miu, Angie and Shuichi with a s/o who's secretly a royalty, but ran away to escape their asshole fiance and parents, and one day they just show up at the s/o's door demanding they return?

⤷Contents: A narcissistic fiancé, royalty, mentions of running away, a good bit of cursing/swearing, degrading names, fluff and angst if you squint I think?

⤷Summary: S/O runs away from royalty after her narcissistic fiancé makes her life a complete and utter hell, they settle down with their current significant other but when the doorbell rings one day, the person behind the door wasn’t who S/O wanted to see.

⤷Word Count: 3.9K words.

⤷a/n: Hey! It’s been a long time since the blog’s been active and I’ve seen this request half-finished in the drafts and decided to get it finished! I enjoyed this request so much and is definitely one of my favorites.

Blog Masterlist (It’s NOT completely finished yet, but will be soon!)

Kokichi Ouma

-Kokichi was downstairs playing video games while also screaming at the top of his lungs at the other players, he was playing online, while you were upstairs in your room just looking outside with your earplugs plugged in to protect your dear eardrums from the extreme and bothersome screams.

-While you were looking outside of your window, you saw a very familiar vehicle driving by the street the two of you lived in, nothing came to mind immediately when you saw it until it parked right outside of your home.

-You were utterly confused, so you raised an eyebrow you show your uncertainty, you keenly watched until someone came out of the car, they looked extremely familiar but at the same time, you couldn’t exactly wrap your head around on who it was.

-That was until the driver opened the back door of the car and someone who you were certain you didn’t want to see ever again, gracefully stepped out of the car. You almost felt as if your heart skipped a beat, your window was closed so you could only make out a bit of what they were saying.

-”Why would Y/N live in such a pig-stack? Honestly, their standards are so low.” All of a sudden you got up from your casual sitting position and started putting both of your hands on the window and your ear to the window. The glass felt cold, so were you–getting up all of a sudden like that in the speed of light when you were sitting in the same position for what felt like hours, so it felt a little shivery.

-That figure had the same aura around them, the same narcissistic vibes around them, it wasn’t a pleasant one either. You swore that you really didn’t want to be in his presence at all after you left, you found someone much better.

-The young price rung the doorbell, you felt completely mortified and you knew that this wouldn’t end well if your current significant other, Kokichi, answered the door, so you got up and dashed downstairs, having a small glimpse of hope that Kokichi wasn’t at the door.

-It was far too late though, once you finally finished running down the stairs you already heard two voices speaking to each other.

-“So? Who are you? Please don’t tell me you are y/n’s current partner, if you are, what on earth happened to their standards?” Their voice was the same as ever, it sounded posh, sassy and bothersome, every time they opened their mouth you just didn’t want to imagine the words that’d come out of their mouth.

-”Well, if they left you for that reason I guess you are the definition of someone with low standards, besides if they went for someone like me then they have some damn high standards!” Judging by the sentence Kokichi spoke, you’re ex-fiance must’ve already dropped some information of your escape.

-You chuckled a bit at Kokichi’s statement, mostly it’s because it’s something that you’ve always desired to tell your ex-fiance but never got the chance to, or the courage as you’d definitely have a screaming match with your parents even if that was considered as a type of behavior that’s not welcomed by royalty.

- After some time of witnessing this interesting conversation with your current significant other and your ex, Kokichi formed a smirk across his face, feeling accomplished yet relieved he was finally gone, he was happy that you decided to take action to give him a piece of your mind.

- The man left, the area felt much more peaceful, more lively, the cold and narcissistic vibes were gone, that guy seriously have you a difficult time for years.

- “Well, now I think I need to take a shower because his weird germs must’ve flown from his disgusting mouth when he was saying dumb shit and you know that I must be clean because as the Supreme Leader, I must show a good example to my gang.”

- You simply nodded to his words, you gave a small warm smile to also indicate that you were listening to what he was saying. You were just happy that you were living a free, happy and enjoyable life with a person who you truly care about.

Kirumi Tojo

- It was a rainy afternoon, Kirumi offered to do some extra cleaning and promised that she’d spend more time with you after she finished. You had to admit, there was so much guilt sinking into you whenever she did some work, and no matter how many times you offered a hand she always turned it down.

-“This is my job s/o, as a maid I must fulfill my duties” was something she’d always reply with, which meant that you were forced do other things instead as no matter how many times you offered help, she’d always deny it as she wouldn’t want you to sacrifice your precious time into helping her. So you ended up sitting on the living room couch and waited.

-While Kirumi did say that it wouldn’t take long it felt like it, you heard the clock ticking and ticking for what felt like ages, something broke the silence, the ticking wasn’t the only thing that you heard anymore. You checked the peephole to see who it was, the person behind the door was the last thing you’d expect.

- “Seriously?” You thought, it really couldn’t be right? How did they find out where you were living? You decided to slowly and quietly tiptoe upstairs, hoping that he wouldn’t hear your attempts to escape. While you were creeping up Kirumi didn’t hesitate to go answer the door. “Ah, Kirumi you really don’t have to open the-”

- She didn’t pay attention to the words flying out of your mouth and opened the door, she was confused and dumbfounded when he started to speak. “ May I ask if young Y/F/N S/N is here?”

- She was baffled, she never remembered you telling her about this person, ever, actually, this was the last thing she expected. “I will call them here for you” Kirumi turned her head to look back, straightened her hands and called for you. “S/O! Someone is here for you!”

- You just wanted to bash your head into a couple of bricks, not because Kirumi answered, it was because the person who you didn’t want to see ever again was here, outside of your home looking for you.

- “Coming, in a minute!” You slowly went downstairs, trying to calm yourself and trying to find the words to say to them, honest? Confused? Forgetful? Oblivious? Pretend that they got the wrong home? You didn’t know and you found yourself in front of them.

- “ What are you doing here? There is an entire kingdom waiting for you and you just leave? I am an incredible person so why did you?” Their words left you disgusted and you just wished that a lying detector was under their hands so you could show Kirumi how much of a manipulative narcissist they were.

- You opened your mouth, ready to give them a huge rant on why you did but Kirumi stopped you before you did. “Well, Madam/Sir, it seems that s/o seems a bit startled you see here, for the sake of our comfort, I will politely ask you to leave.

- “Me? Leave? Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? I am the future king/queen of the kingdom that y/n and I were supposed to rule, I will not leave until y/n returns with me!”

- Same person, same looks, same personality, same attitude, same beliefs, literally everything about them was the exact same. You weren’t too surprised by their answer though, somehow, you saw this coming.

- “Please do or else I’ll have to call proper authorities for this,” Kirumi coldly stated, they obviously looked disgusted with her answer, feeling defeated and controlled already, even if it wasn’t much.

- “Well fine, just saying, y/n is missing out on someone amazing, are you their slave or significant other?” They smirked a bit, eagerly waiting for her response, Kirumi closed her eyes and took a long deep breath. You decided to get involved with the speaking, you were absolutely dying to ever since they started to open their mouths to create a hectic and chaotic mess.

- “She is both, she works as a maid is my significant other, if you have a problem with that then just leave, I love and appreciate her and that’s all there is to it in a relationship. Relationships end when one is giving too much love and the other doesn’t. Appreciating each other and being loyal to one other are two key points to a relationship and you shouldn’t judge their work ethic.”

- Kirumi was stunned, your ex was disgusted but really, is that even surprising at this point? “Fine then, I’ll leave, mostly because I don’t wanna be around you pig-stacks, I’ll probably find someone much, much better anyways.”

-There they went, their maids put umbrellas above them to provide safety and security for their dear future leader. Kirumi was baffled and relieved that it was all over, “ I guess you have a big story to tell me, s/o” she the laughed and looked back at you, “what a day, let's just sit down and have a conversation, do you want anything?”

Miu Iruma

- You and Miu were just sitting down on the couch, cuddled up together watching a film, it was an animated one and Miu was literally dying for you two to watch it for some time now and you couldn’t just coldly say no, so you agreed and here you are now.

- After some time, the voices from the film and the sound of the doorbell joined together, you pulled the remote and paused the film, “Hey, can’t we just leave them? The movie is gettin’ real good”

- “Come on Miu, we can’t just leave them hanging like that, it might be important. Why don’t you get it and I’ll go fill up the popcorn” Miu hesitantly agreed and the two of you got up to do your assigned tasks. You filled up the popcorn rather quickly but you didn’t hear Miu closing the door, so you thought it might’ve just been a friend. The kitchen was a little far from the main door, so you only heard muffled sounds, with a mixture of loud cursing so you assumed it was a friend as you wouldn’t just casually say such words in front of someone you weren’t close to.

-You came back holding the popcorn filled up in a container while also walking over to your partner talking, “hey! Miu! I finished filling up the popcorn, you said the movie’s getting goo-” you cut off your own sentence when you saw who was behind the door.

-”Hey, s/o do you know who the f*ck this person is?” You gulped, unable to say a single thing as Miu’s confusion only grew, you were just stunned and shocked, you stood right on the spot and couldn’t find the words to speak, it’s like you were completely glued to the floor, and to add to that, you had no words.

-” They’re saying some weird bullsh*t saying that they were your fiance or some sh*t and honestly it feels like they’ve been reading too many fairytales and watched way too many movies are they on something?”

- You took a deep breath and walked over to the door, you were now facing someone you swore you didn’t want to see again. “What’s the story with this y/n? What on earth are you wearing? Where on earth are you living? Who the hell is this whore?”

- Miu froze at the insult, even if she seems to be the type to throw insults at anyone she gets a chance to, she can’t take any herself which baffled you at times and you tried to be understanding about that fact.

- “Well, I’m living in a home where I’m enjoying myself, I don’t want to wear a fancy thing all the time when I’m just watching a movie, and I’m with someone I care about too.”

-You could clearly see that your s/o was a little surprised at your words, “exactly! Now, please leave before I’m kicking your fat ass outta here.”

- They were completely and utterly bewildered, Miu’s words were vulgar and yours were just brutally honest, at this point you were pretty sure that they were definitely offended and both statements, you expected some sort of huge eruption right after the statements, but surprisingly they just let out a rough sigh.

- “You most definitely don’t know what you’re missing out on, I’m pretty sure that another person would die to marry me.” Which was obviously not true, nobody would love someone who never cared about the fact that there was more than one person in the marriage, if there was someone in the world who was able to deal with such a bothersome and toxic personality you’d definitely give them a recommendation.

-Miu slammed the door and folded her arms, “I have a much more entertaining thing to do instead of sitting through that person’s fairytale bullsh*t, let's just continue watching the movie, s/o.”

Angie Yonaga

- It was late into the night, there were almost no cars on the streets, almost nobody was outside. The only sounds that made up the bedroom that you and Angie shared, were the birds quietly chirping and dogs vociferously barking, but those noises slowly faded away. It was another night where the bed felt cold and empty, Angie insisted to finish off a piece she had been working on. But at this hour? You tried your best to convince her to sleep, but her obstinacy got in the way of your reasoning, so you just left it as it was.

- You lay back on the bed, unable to fall asleep, you tossed and turned for what felt like ages, you just weren’t in the right mind to fall asleep just yet. Dreamland was waiting for you but you just couldn’t find yourself in a state where you could fall asleep.

- So you did what many others would do in a similar situation. Engulf yourself in the world of digital media and blue lights. This definitely isn’t a healthy way to bring yourself to fall asleep, but temptation is an unbearable feeling to deal with, 5 minutes became 10 minutes, 1 more minute, you told yourself, just one more, but you kept feeding yourself these lies and you ended up spending much more than just 5 minutes on your phone.

- The whole room was completely silent, not a sound came from anything, you didn’t hear any paint-brushes brush against the white canvas, you didn’t hear her speak, the only sounds that you could hear were the light and soundless taps you created when using your phone. But your taps were now not the only thing that you could hear. It was the doorbell. Who on earth would be ringing the doorbell at this ungodly hour? You assumed that it was just a group of teenage knick-knackers who had nothing else to do and just ring people’s doors without any announcement. It was quite bothersome but to them, it was a source of entertainment.

- You quickly heard footsteps that followed the ring from the doorbell, it was definitely Angie rushing off to open the door, you would’ve told her to not bother with it and just leave it. But you were far too lazy to get up so you just let her do her own thing. Surprisingly, she didn’t close the door immediately, which was something you’d do if a knick-knacker rolled around. You could’ve sworn you heard a conversation, even if the voices were muffled you could hear another voice that sounded so incredibly recognizable but you just couldn’t decipher whatever it was.

- Curiosity is an interesting emotion, so it forced you to go join Angie by the door, you lazily got up and started going downstairs. You were near enough for Angie to hear you. “Ahh! S/O, this person is looking for you, I don’t know who they are though.”

- That was strange. That wasn’t something you were expecting to hear. It was 3AM, an hour stereotyped by the rest of the world to be scary and eery, and when you saw who was at the door you could see why everybody said that and why this hour was heavily stereotyped.

- “Y/N, are you insane? You just ran off without a trace and it took us so long to actually find you, do you not realize that our people are waiting back at our kingdom? Are you out of your mind?! There are thousands of men/women head over heels in love with me, I could’ve chosen any one of them but I was forced to marry you, I honestly can’t believe you. You’re so ungrateful!”

- You just gave a ‘really?’ face while you witnessed poor Angie being so bewildered by this person’s nonsense. Honestly, if it weren’t for their charismatic personality who severely abused their charms to get your parents to agree to an arranged marriage, you would probably be back at your birthplace living the luxurious life and enjoying royalty, without having to deal with a narcissistic royal figure.

- “Oh come on, don’t make-up stories, S/O isn’t ungrateful! They must’ve seriously hated living with you, God gave me S/O, I’m so thankful for what he has given me and how they were able to run away from your evil clutches. Please leave or else a curse will be put upon you.”

- Your ex seemed to have been taken aback by Angie’s words, curses seemed to have overwhelmed them so they took a step back to process everything that was just said. “Ugh, I’m done! I’m done! I’m sure my parents have somebody else in store for me, someone who can appreciate everything I do for them, they are going to be so incredibly lucky to be with me.”

-They turned their back, their luxurious car was just a few meters away from you, once they had finally gone into their car there was a sense of peace in the area, everything that just happened felt like something that came out of a cliche soap-opera.

- “ I guess you have a ton to think about, don’t you S/O?”

She definitely wasn’t wrong on that.

Shuichi Saihara

- It was a peaceful and quiet evening, it has been quite some time since you and Shuichi got to just sit down and have meaningful conversations and a harmonious moment where it was just the two of you.

- The two of you sat on an extravagant looking couch, it was black-ish and in front of you was a glass table which looked satisfactory to both of you. There were mugs filled with warm coffee, which gave off a warm feeling to the room as well as tranquility.

- In the middle of one of your long conversations, a knock on the door interrupted the detective’s sentence, you were a little disappointed as you were completely attentive to what he was saying and you had an interest in what he was saying.

- “ Ahh, I should go check who it is, you just sit here for now, alright? I’m sure it won’t take long.” You nodded as a response and he then got up to answer whoever was behind the door. He checked through a peep-hole and was unconditionally filled with confusion, your significant other shakingly placed his hand on the doorknob. It was quite obvious that he was hesitant, whoever was behind the door didn’t please him.

- As soon as the door flung open, you heard a voice that made you freeze right on the spot, you practically looked like a statue because of your still figure. You barely paid attention to what they were saying, you just heard it but never actually eavesdropped. His loud, booming voice echoed throughout the main room, which demolished the once amicable setting.

- “Umm, S/O? Could you come over here for a minute? This person is claiming to know you.” The last thing that you wanted was to be facing someone that made your life completely miserable. It took you a couple seconds for you to make up your mind to get up from your comfortable and warm seating. You groggily got up and had a shivering sensation that traveled to your spine.

- Now, Shuichi had another person beside him to listen to this person’s absurdity. Your poor lover just stood there and looked completely perplexed and was clearly uncomfortable by their words.

- “Are you actually kidding me here Y/N? You just left all of the sudden and we had to search for you for absolute ages! Do you not know how many people are waiting for you? Not only did you run away, but you also ran away from me. The future king/queen of a whole kingdom, a respectable and provocative individual like me should be respected, you are lucky to even be speaking to me!”

- Everything sounded so odd to you, this kind of behavior was the exact reason why you ran off, you may have stayed if your parents were more supportive about your decision to contradict the marriage agreement. But no, they were just as egotistical and self-centered as your ex.

- “Um, I’m not too exactly sure if you’re telling the truth at all, but the both of us are clearly confused about what you’re saying, so for the sake of our comfort please-” you cut off Shuichi’s sentence and wanted to give a bit of your own mind.

- “ The only reason I left was because of how you were so incredibly egocentric and bothersome, I have had thoughts about how you’re doing now and if you’ve changed at all. But seeing how you’re acting now, you didn’t change and it’s quite disappointing. Please leave or else I will just call proper authorities to handle this instead because I don’t see you leaving. Besides, I’m happy enough with my current partner”

- Shuichi looked back at you, a little astonished by your response as he assumed that your ex was just some sort of trickster who wanted to waste your time. But, judging by your response, it seemed like everything was true.

- “Even getting a chance to marry me is a great gift, and you chose this fragile-looking man? You’re a joke, y/n. I’m leaving, someone else there is worthy of my time and attention.”

- There, they were finally gone, the fancy-looking car that they had driven off, hopefully, to never be seen again. There was some sort of confusion that still lingered in your mind, were they that desperate to come over to your home and try to convince you to come back?

- “Damn, S/O, I’m really interested to know what happened, you have a lot to tell me because I’m curious.”

- You looked back at him and smiled, “let’s go back inside, I have a lot to tell you.”

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helloooo! have you read any fics where either of them are put in an arranged marriage to someone else but of course, end up with each other anyways? Thank you in advance, and I love your blog so much, it helps my hunt for more wangxian almost on a daily basis❤️💙

Hello nonny!

Here’s a “Non-Wangxian Arranged Marriage” masterpost with Wangxian as the endgame ship.

Please, read the tags to know between who the arranged marriage is. Also read the notes carefully as some of the fics are not purely Wangxian so that’s a heads up for everybody!

Burning Bridges by Keysmashed (12+K, Explicit)

(Arranged Marriage between WWX & LXC, Misunderstandings, Pining, Love Confessions, Emotional Sex) @keysmash

For many years, Wei Wuxian had been in love with Lan Wangji, craving what little attention he could get from the stoic young man. Dismissals and rejections never mattered until one last push made him believe he was never going to earn Lan Wangji's affection.

When a letter from Gusu arrived in Yunmeng asking for Wei Wuxian's hand in marriage for the First Jade of Lan, a broken-hearted Wei Wuxian accepted the proposal in hope of forgetting his first love.

*** WangXian Arranged Marriage AU, with a twist.

@keysmash

Almost, Almost Mine by minttcm (1+K, General)

(Arranged Marriage between WWX & LXC, Angst With a Happy Ending)

Lan Wangji does not know why it irks him so. Because the ring on his brother's finger was just too damn shiny and the preparations were too damn grand and his fiancé, oh heavens, his fiancé. He was too amazing for Lan Wangji's own good.

Brash and loud yet so tentative and calculating. His name was Wei Wuxian and he almost wishes his brazen behaviour would one day become his undoing.

But he is running out of days, as the wedding strikes near and he can tell that they don't love each other as much as he could love Wei Wuxian and yet nobody says a damn word.

Caught staring at his brother's betrothed on the dinner table, Wei Wuxian just had to notice. Wangji doesn't know why he smiles so coyly even then when he whispers such shameless, scandalous words.

"Staring at me? My, Wangji if only you were your brother."

It was just all too cruel. And he was too. -

Wei Wuxian is set to marry Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji finds himself more displeased than he'd care to admit.

the trophy boys from here to if and when by ThunderstormsandMemories (4+K, Teen)

(Arranged Marriage between WWX & NHS, Canon Divergence, Crack Treated Seriously)

in which Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian get friend-married for political reasons (but mostly to mess with people)

OR, “Probably just how amazing you are, and how jealous they are of you and your wonderful marriage,” Nie Huaisang said, patting Wei Wuxian’s cheek lovingly, because what was the point in being married to your best friend, partially for political reasons and partially to piss off stuffy people like Sect Leader Yao, if you weren’t going to be as obnoxious as possible just because you could get away with it.

Three Worlds, One Life by limedumplr (10K, Teen)

(Arranged Marriage between WWX & WQ, Angels & Demons, Pining, Fairytale AU)

Out of all the celestials, it figured that Wei Wuxian would lose his celestial robe to a human.

When news of this disaster spread, everyone in heaven talked. How could a god lose their robe?

But no one particularly cared that the miscreant Lesser God Wei Wuxian was missing. It was only natural that someone with no regard for the rules would get duped by a human. After a few months, heaven seemed to move on from this development.

Lan Wangji could not move on.

Rebound Betrothal by mondengel (1+K, Not Rated)

(Arranged Marriage between LWJ & JYL, Angst, Fluff, Humor)

Jiang Fengmian takes the opportunity of a broken betrothal to strengthen ties with Gusu Lan.

@mondengel

Necessary Alliances by lonesomewriter (3+K, General)

(Arranged Marriage between LWJ & JYL, Slight Angst)

After an arranged marriage is set with the Jiang and Lan families, Wei Wuxian steps in as a bride to save his sister from being forced into a loveless marriage.

@lonesome-writer

Neatly Arranged by thunderwear (46K, Teen)

(Arranged Marriage between LWJ & JYL, Hurt & Comfort, Pining)

Betrothed. Lan Wangji was six the first time he heard that word. He wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but his mother didn’t seem to like it, so he decided that he didn’t like it either.

Betrothed by lil_apple (13+K, General)

(Arranged Marriage between WWX & one of the Lan bros, A/B/O, Alpha!LWJ, Omega!WWX, Meet Cute)

Wei WuXian is in Gusu, not only to study but also to be courted by the Lan brothers and to choose one and get engaged. OR Where I keep the initial plot of Mo Dao Zu Shi intact but insert a bit of extra romance and protective Lan Wangji.

Locked Away by SilverPenGoldLetters (5+K, Not Rated)

(Arranged Marriage between LWJ & OFC, Post-Canon, Love Confessions)

“Which one of the Two Jades of Lan is getting married?” He tried to keep his voice calm, but it just came out cold and emotionless. He gritted his teeth, willing to regulate his breathing that was steadily becoming irregular and shallow.

“Ha … Hang … Hanguang-Jun …”

Two Months Married by mondengel (2K, Teen)

(Arranged Marriage between LWJ & OFC, Angst, Adultry, Divorce)

Lan Wangji was married to a fine woman of the Lan clan when a flute warbled out the song of his heart.

(LWJ is married to an OFC before WWX comes back.) @mondengel

The light of you will stay by Lakritzwolf (Mature, 46+K, WIP)

(Arranged marriage between LWJ & OFC, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Implied Het Sex because Pregnancy, OFC, Original Child Character)

Lan Wangji lost everything, and has only himself to blame. What remains are the memories, and a little boy who Lan Wangji swears will never forget how to smile. He wouldn’t have fought, if it weren’t for him. He wouldn’t have tried to hold on, if not for the silent promise he made in the darkest moment of his life.

As much as he wants to be with Wei Ying again, his promise keeps him bound here.

After flogging, repenting, and seclusion, Lan Wangji faces the next ordeal, also designed to bring him back onto the right path: to give the Lan Clan legitimate heirs. He sees no point in resisting, and resumes his duty to sect and family with the same stoic acceptance that brought him through everything else.

He hopes that one day, kinder fates may reunite them again, and that Wei Ying will be able to forgive him. And until that day, he treasures the memories of a smile that is forever lost to him.

(LWJ is married to an OFC and also has a child with her.)

Marry Him, Not Me by Wuxian_Biscuit (8K, Mature)

(Arranged marriage between LWJ & JC, Royalty AU, Pining, Secret Relationship, Courting Rituals)

To bolster alliances, Prince Jiang Cheng has been arranged to marry Prince Lan Wangji. However, Jiang Cheng only has eyes for his already engaged older brother, Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji for Jiang Cheng's knight and guard, Wei Wuxian.

@wuxian-biscuit

Unexpected by nanodayolo (68+K, Teen)

(Arranged marriage between LWJ & MXY, Princess and the Pauper AU, Impersonation, On the Run)

When the Lanling Jin sect runs into financial trouble, a marriage between the third son of LanlingJin, Mo Xuanyu, and the Second Jade of Lan, Lan Wangji is arranged. But before the two can even meet, Mo Xuanyu is kidnapped.

Wei Wuxian has to pretend to be Mo Xuanyu, all while spending time with Lan Wangji, while Mo Xuanyu tries to find his way back home with the help of the street smart Xue Yang.

None of them could have possibly foreseen the outcome.

#Anonymous #nonwangxianarrangedmarriage #arrangedmarriage #endgamewangxian #ask #masterpost

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