#love that dirty blond hair colour on him love the forest behind him i love i love him i love him i am screaminhghhhhhgfggf

[theflyingfeeling]

from Joel's IG stories 5.6.2024

[pastel-omegas-blog]

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness. 

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The  crowd cheered as the head of a tall blond haired alpha rolled off the execution stand on to the dirty cobblestone streets, leaving a trail of blood pooling around it as it kept rolling. Their green souless eyes focused on the stands as their vision faded into darkness and the pain that had enveloped their being was beginning to go numb.

One thought going Their mind as the last thing they striking a flood wave of anger to their dying core and then silence filled the air once it stopped.

Then a loud cheer broke through the crowd.

The evil villain had been slain.

Their hands raised in the air as their voices roared in joy, anger, anguish and a thirst for revenge, some of them spitting on the head, while others dragged away their body to dump it of in the ' Evil Forest ' . A place befitting for someone who was so cruel and vile during their time alive. What was left of the crowd held their breaths as they waited for the second monster to be dealt with.

A small  man was led through streets as knights surrounded his form, providing a small shield from the people who wanted to get their hands on him as he made his way through the center of the crowd, though it didn't stop the stones and rotten fruit and animal guys they threw at him from missing their target. Not like the Knights did anything to stop it.

His skin a sickly pale colour, his body, shriveled and showing bones, he was dressed in a torn and tattered grey sack that did little to protect him from the coldness of the chilly morning air. His feet were red and bleeding, leaving bloody footsteps behind him and it looked like every step he took would lead to him collapsing on the cold cobblestone ground.

Good. It was what such an evil person deserved.

The screaming of the crowd got louder and some tried to rush to him,but we're held back by the guards and that seemed to anger the people even more.

But the h/c omega couldn't hear them well or see the hate in their eyes, his ears were buzzing and his vision was blurry, he was blaming that on his malnourished body, even though he couldn't hear well, he knew  they were asking for blood to be shed.

                              His blood

Why though. He hadn't done anything wrong, unlike the villians in the stories he read, who would kill the person that their love interest had fallen in love with.

He hadn't made a scene when he found out his husband was secretly seeing someone behind his back.

He hadn't voiced out his complains when he was being ignored but the man he loved as he watched him show love to another person that wasn't him.

He had acted like the good husband he had been taught to be and had taken it all with a smile.

He cried to himself behind their backs so they wouldn't accuse him of trying to gain sympathy.

He kept his mouth tight and shut when he found out his husband's lover was none other than a man who had sworn an oath to the god their Empire serve to keep himself pure yet he was sleeping with a married man.

Hadn't once commented on the abuse, gaslighting and truma he had been forced to bury inside himself, from the very first moment he became betrothed to the man he thought he would have his happily ever after with.

   Yet immediately an assassination attempt was carried out, he was blamed. No investigation had been conducted, despite the obvious trails the culprit had left behind. No one listened to his pleas as he was  just thrown in prison.

Left to be beaten, tortured, violated and pushed to the edge of his sanity.

Even his famiy, the only people he thought he could trust, turned their backs on him.

After all a child born inheriting the devil's curse could only do evil, such a person didn't belong to the L/N  according to them. The only believing his innocence, being his aging Grandmother, but even she could only do so much.

As he moved closer to the execution stand he could make out their hazy figures in the crowd, his parents, looking at him, their eyes holding no sympathy what's so ever, only filled with distaste, his siblings all throwing jeering looks his way as he walked past them. He wasn't really too hurt by their actions, he knew they never really liked him and had just tolerated him, because the former Emperor had chosen him the be the his first son's fiancee, still  not giving him a hand or vouching for his innocence still hurt a bit. But the one that hurt most was the betrayal Basil.

He spotted the pink haired male as he was made to climb up the wooden stairs of the execution stand and. Their he was standing next to the Emperor and his new fiancee, was his so called personal knight , the one who had sworn his loyalty to him when he was seven, only to turn his back on him when he truly needed his protection and sided with the same omega that had taken away the love of his life. The pink  alpha glared coldly at him, his blue eyes brimming with disgust, but M/N just gave him a blank stare, to tired to express any form of emotion as he walked away from the small protection the knights provided, now being pelted down , by the stones and trash they all throw at him as he walked closer to the to his Executioner.

A black gloved hand reached for his matted h/c hair and tugged on it harshly, drawing blood from his sensitive scalp and making the omega whine out in pain, his voice  scratchy from the lack off water. His gaze moved to look at who was holding him and felt his body stiffen as unfamiliar gold eyes stared into his soul, not being able to make out the male's appearance because he was dressed in all black. The traditional colour for the Executioner to wear, before he was made to face the direction of the stands where the imperial family sat comfortably,azy e/c orbs looked up at the figures seated,and he felt his heart break even more when he saw the piercing silver eyes he had fallen in love with ever since he was a child stare at him with such an intense look hatred, his already weak body slumped forward and if it wasn't for the painful grip on his scalp, he probably would have hit the wooden surface face floor and earn some more bruises to his already battered body.

How could he do this to him?.

After all he had done for him. All those years of doing everything thing the man desired , even getting hurt to foil assassination attempts against him.

Changing his diet, his style, his appearance just so he could be pleased with him. But  immediately he found someone he thought was pretty and interested in he pushed the h/c male aside and took him in.

For the first time in all the fourteen years M/N had loved the tall black haired alpha, the feeling in his head became replaced with hate and deep resentment. His eyes moved over to look at the light blue haired omega male in his arms, who had buried his head in the Emperor's chest, his eyes widened in fear and shoulders trembling, when their eyes looked, for a split second that scared look changed to a mocking one, the shorter male's purple eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure and his lips curling up to a shit eating grin, before reverting back to it's former facade.

M/N felt the pit of his stomach boil with unfiltered rage. He had being set up.

They we're going to kill for no other reason than to satisfy that blue bitch's wants. His eyes narrowed and he growled darkly at him, making the blue haired male let out a small squeak of fear and bury his face further into his lovers chest.

The h/c omega had his head slammed multiple times to the ground, each hit harder than the last and the executioner only stopped when the omegas forehead began to drip blood down his face and his eyes seemed more dazed than before, his neck was then pressed on a wooden stump and he choked and spurted at the lack of air to his lungs.

Maarav  hugged​  Leon  closer, releasing his scent of pinewood and peppermint to calm the omega down, his sliver eyes glowing red, his fangs peaking out of his mouth as he growled at the h/c omega veins popping by the said of his face. The next words he said sent the crowd into a frenzy and the prisoner's stomach drop

      "Kill him"

The man clad in black's grip on the omega's neck tightened and he reached for the sword strapped to his waist, that the h/c omega noticed for the first time and unsheathed it,  raising the silver blade high into the air, before bringing it down.

                             One

M/N could see his life flash before his eyes, sadly they weren't happy, memories. They were just records of him constantly trying to please Maarav and his family. Trying to prove that the mark placed on him since birth did not define who he was as a person.

Never having time to do the things he wanted.

                             Two

This wasn't fair, he never got to experience his life. He was just following the expectation  that had being laid out for him.

                              Three

If there really was a god out there or whatever entity controlled the universe,he pleaded for them to give him a second chance. He wouldn't mess this up. He promised.

Tears had started rolling down his cheeks as he  realized that this was it. This was were he would meet his end. And he would only be remembered on as the jealous villain.

The devil omega who tried to kill their pure and innocent saint and tarnish the love between him and their beloved Emperor  Blurry e/c eyes saw something shimmering in front of him , but before he could make out what they were..

                                  SLASH!!

The horrific sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone then the thumping of a body on the ground and the sound of something rolling across wood and hitting the ground filled the air. It was silent for a few moments until the crowd broke out into excited cheers, people dancing and hugging one another.

The evil monster had being killed and now their Emperor and his lover could have their happily ever afters.

Admist the cheering and celebration, no one seemed to notice the unusual sparkling lights and how brightly they glower around the decapitated head of the h/c male.

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this omegaverse au divides the alphas and omegas into classes

*Dominant Alphas: are the highest of the whole tier and can control the others. They have very large body frames and can stand to 8- 8feet at times. Their  pheromones are so strong  that even Betas can smell them and they attract omegas very easily. Usually come from higher noble back grounds,but can be found in middle class as well, but their usually illegitimate children of royal background

*Recessive Alphas: They are more common than Dominant Alphas, but their  body frame is not as daunting as Their Dominant counter parts( 6 - 7 (  and their scents are not as strong, but they can still attract omegas and recessive alphas also have the ability to get pregnant, but by dominant alphas only , they go through heat,but it is very weak and only causes them slight discomfort and some don't even g the highest it will last is a day and a half

*Betas: they are very common in this world making at least 51% of the total population. They have scents but theirs are very weak compared to the Alphas and omegas. They also cannot smell pheromones so they usually use body build to determine what the second gender of a person is or they ask. Female betas also experience heat , but theirs is not as painful as an omega,so they can go through it without the help of a mate, but their fertility levels are not that high. They also find it hard to mate with the other classes since Alpha tend to prefer omegas and vice versa for omegas.betas are only for the commoners and peasants unless they've had a history of other classes in their family tree it  will remain that way

Dominant omegas: Are the most sought out of Omegas since they are very beautiful traits and have very alluring scents. Their fertility level is also very high and in some rare cases they can carry 3 to 5 pups at a time.  they are not treated very well since most people only see them as tools for bearing pups. They were even black markets that sold them as sex slaves, but the current Emperor abolished those markets. Though very few still exist. The six Empires have created a protection group for them and have given them equal rights as the alpha's and betas but it is still very limited for now, but they are no longer treated as toys.

Like Dominant Alphas, Dominant omegas are mostly found in higher noble families, but can be found in middle class or poorer noble backgrounds as well. A dominant omegas heat can last  up a week or week an a half due to stress or over working 

*Recessive omegas: they are also very pretty and their scents are not as strong as their dominant counter parts, they don't have high fertility rates and can only have one or two pups throughout their life time. Their heats usually last a two to five days. Their class can get pregnant and make their dominant counter part pregnant as well, so marriages between them happen, although very rarely since majority of the time both classes prefer alpha partners

[ravagingteeth]

Home.

My eyes opened, and the brightness of the sun hurt like fuck. "Motherfucker." I threw my arm over my face. "So you've deserted me?" The growl in my head told me the answer. The wolf had had enough. Two months ago, I'd lost myself in him, allowed him free reign. I had no clue where the bastard had left me, but he had kindly left me butt arse naked, laid on some rock. No phone. No clothes and refusing to come back out. I lay there for a brief time. "Okay, get your arse up," I spoke out loud. My body seemed to want to do as I asked as my arm moved, and I sat up. The landscape wasn't familiar, but that didn't surprise me. Leaving a wolf to their own devices, they can travel for miles, especially one that likes to be alone. Wolves are family animals by nature, but some like their own company. I enjoyed my own, and so did my wolf. I couldn't wander around naked forever, so it was time to go home. Return to Havencroft.

I stood up, closed my eyes, and inhaled; the scents of the forest area around me filled my nostrils, and my brain automatically sifted through the ones I needed to ignore. There. I was beginning my trek following the aromas I needed. My eyes hurt, the colours so vivid, another effect of staying in my wolf form so long. Wolves' eyesight is muted, so it's a shock to the system when you see colours again; I chuckled to myself as my fingers attempted to run through the matted locks on my head. A fight I wasn't going to win without a shower. After walking for around an hour, I came across civilisation. "Fucking hell," I cursed under my breath. "Fucking humans." With a shrug, I kept to the treeline until a familiar scent hit me in the face. "Laine." I followed the smell until it took me back from the small town. The trees gave way again to more rocky terrain, and there, neatly placed behind a rock, pants and shoes. No clothes. A laugh rumbled in my chest as I covered myself. Looking down, I wondered where the fuck she'd got both from because they certainly weren't mine, but they covered me, just. Heading back to civilisation once more.

"Good morning." I gave a massive smile to the shocked lady who first came upon me striding down a high street; hers wasn't the last shocked look, but I didn't care. I continued on my way. Road after road, cars passed; some honked, some silent. Shouts from open windows at the dirty blonde-haired man walking half-naked alone. My hearing picked up an engine a few miles away, one I knew. My legs began to jog, and the jog turned into a run as the engine got closer when suddenly it stopped; I didn't. The bend in the road straightened, and she was sitting on the hood of the car, crossed-legged, with red hair flowing in the breeze, blue jeans painted on her legs, and a white shirt tied around her waist. Laine's tiny body catapulted off the hood, and she ran into my arms, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist.

"You're a fucking arsehole." She said into my ear. "A lovable one, though." I chuckled as I held her to me, allowing her scent to consume me. If I weren't gay, this would be my forever girl. The love of my life. Carrying her back to the car, her heels left unattended as though the car had hit someone; I put her down into them, her tiny feet slipped in and then she giggled like a child.

"Let's go home." She grinned. I nodded and got in the passenger seat, which was my mistake. Laine drove as though an asteroid was on our arse and would hit us any second. I chose to close my eyes, I wasn't in control of the car, and it put my nerves on edge. I fucking hated not being in control. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Keep your eyes on the road, Laine. I'm fine." I replied, knowing she would have looked at me. "Don't be a baby; my driving has gotten better." She made the statement as my body was again thrown into the car door. "I can feel that," I said while reminding myself never to get in a car again with her if I wasn't at the wheel. The journey wasn't that long or didn't seem so when we reached a screeching halt. I opened my eyes, and there was the cabin. Rolling my head to the side, I grinned as her face lit up. "Thanks, Laine." My hand reached out to hers, brushing over her smooth skin; I'd never know how the damn she wolf always knew how to find me. "Anytime, Cian", I laughed and got out of the car closing the door behind me.

I heard the car wheel spin away as I looked at the cottage; at least I hadn't wrecked this one. Pushing the door open, the only scent was cleaning products; a wolf had scrubbed the place. Laine. There was nothing, no remnants. As I walked through, room to room, everything was precisely placed, and the cupboards were refilled; of course, Laine had done that too. A new coffee maker. Fresh bedding and towels. There was nothing physical left here anymore, just the memories. I smiled as I headed to the shower; memories are good things to remember.

The warm water was a blessing; I stood directly under the flow. The water pounded against my muscles, soothing them. I allowed the memories held at bay by the wolf to fill my mind, images of moments together. Havencroft may have been the last place we were together, but still, we enjoyed it. I wouldn't change a thing. My house I would have closed up, inside the happiness, love and laughter we had shared locked inside for an angel's lifetime or until nature reclaimed the land.

[chyanxrene]

His obsession

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Draco has an Obsession with Y/N who has up until this time not given him the time of day, until she finally caves in at a Slytherin house party.

♡ Warning(s): Pure smut, hair pulling, choking, degradation if you squint

It was no secret Draco Malfoy was in love with Y/N Y/L/N, he would drool over her as soon as he laid his eyes on her. She was all he could think about. However the same couldn't be said for Y/N, despite Draco's numerous attempts to get the Slytherin princess to fall in love with him, nothing worked.

In Y/N's mind, he was just another player, who only wanted one thing from her. Why would she give him the time of day when she's witnessed him with a new girl everyday? Sure she found him attractive, but then again who didn't.

Draco never gave up, he'd send her flowers, chocolates he even wrote hand written notes to the young witch, some asking about her day others begging for a chance. But she didn't budge, she'd just shake her head, laugh or consume the edible gifts he gave her with her friends.

His friends told him to get over it, it was becoming comical the amount of times he had been rejected, but he didn't care. Her boldness, cunningness, sense of humour was everything he wanted in a woman. Draco Malfoy liked a chase and he would not give up without a fight.

Y/N rolled her eyes when she sighted the ice blonde strolling down the stairs with an unknown Ravenclaw witch. This was the second girl she had seen this week and it was only Tuesday. She never understood why he continued to have relations with all these other girls when he desperately tried to pursue her. Perhaps it was his way of making her jealous, but it only made her resent him more.

The poor Ravenclaw witch left, batting her eyelashes at Draco. Everyone knew he would never see her again, but she didn't, which made Y/N feel sorry for her.

Y/N smelt him before she saw him.

"You coming to the party tonight darling?"Draco sat down next to Y/N, interrupting her thoughts.

She closed her book "are you going to be there?" She asked Draco who was flickering his gaze from her lips to her eyes. He licked his bottom lip and nodded eagerly.

"Then no."

Y/N stood up and walked out of the common room. Draco was left utterly confused, did she not like the roses he had left her?

"Come on Malfoy, give it up, she not interested" Blaise Zabini joined his friend in the seating area.

"I don't get it, why can't she give me a chance?" Malfoy huffed, confused at his latest rejection.

Blaise let out a loud laugh, holding his stomach  as he watched Draco.

"What?"

"You seriously don't know?"

Blaise then dropped his face realising his best friend really didn't understand what he was doing so wrong.

"Malfoy, you fuck a different girl every other day, Y/N sees all of it, why the hell would she want to date someone like that" he laughed.

Draco's face went into a scowl, his tactics clearly weren't working.

"I thought that would've made her jealous."

"Jealous? Crabbe has more of a chance dating her than you" Blaise cackled.

Draco stood up, stomping to his room. There was no feelings involved with the other girls, just a quick fuck, he would only think of Y/N whilst he done it anyway. But she didn't know that, so he would try again, tonight.

Y/N had left the common room only to be shoved into a wall by Hufflepuff who was crying her eyes out, running down the hall. At first she was angry but once she realised the witch from the year below was distressed she couldn't help but feel bad.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, rubbing the witches back.

The poor girl couldn't speak, she was stuttering all over the place, but one name made Y/N's hairs stand up Draco.

"W-we had sex and now he's with someone else."

Y/N consoled the younger witch and promised her she would deal with it.

Draco was wide eyed when he saw Y/N storm into his room. Red with anger, she threw her books onto his bed. Her hand was raised, ready to add some colour onto the pale boys skin, but she was too slow, he caught her wrist mid air and pushed her hand to her chest. Backing her against the wall.

"I've dreamed of moments like this, however in them you weren't trying to hit me" Draco drawled, his nose ran through Y/N's hair, inhaling the scent he loved so bad.

"You're a bastard" Y/N gritted, shoving Draco off her. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Draco's eyebrows furrowed "what's the problem darling?" He asked the girl he admired the most.

"You need to stop messing with these girls Draco, they're all distraught after being with you" Y/N growled.

Draco let out a small laugh.

"And you don't think I am? The girl I want the most can't even give me the time of day" he shouted back.

Y/N's mouth closed abruptly, she would not give in to him. "There's a reason for that, you're just a lad, someone who just wants to get there dick wet!"

Draco's frown turned into a smirk "I've only ever wanted you to wet my cock."

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat. Numerous conversations with Draco and he'd never used such vulgar words towards her.

Draco noticed this and a light bulb turned on in his head, maybe this could be his new approach, he was a master at dirty talk. He could easily make a girl cum by just his words alone — which he has done before.

He was slightly surprised that this is what Y/N liked, this only made him want her more, if that was even possible.

"You like that don't you?" Draco purred.

He stepped towards her again, a light pink shade painted on her cheeks.

"Stop Draco."

Y/N's hand went to reach the door knob behind her but Draco's cold hands stopped her.

His warm breath on her ear, he'd never had her in this position before "do you like when I talk to you like that?" He whispered.

A small whimper came from her throat.

"You filthy girl."

"Fuck, I could do so many things to you" Draco's knee pushed in between her legs, spreading them apart.

Y/N's breathing was heavy, she felt herself becoming wet, her underwear sticking to her pussy. She had to stay strong, she would not give him the satisfaction.

"I'd make you cum so hard, everyday" Draco breathed. "Fuck, I'd ruin you for every other man, stretch you so wide that you would be accustomed to my cock only" he growled.

"Shit."

She felt Draco's thigh coming in direct contact with her clothed clit.

"Let me make you mine Y/N, I want nothing more than to pleasure you and make you happy" Draco left a small kiss on Y/N's ear.

A knock came from behind them, bringing Y/N back to reality, she pushed him off her and swung the door open. Outside was another girl, she looked between them both, Y/N scoffed and walked out of his room. Draco was left in awe and a boner, which the unknown girl would be made to satisfy.

Later that night the party had come around Y/N wore her tight fitted forest green mini dress. It had a low back and a small slit on the upper thigh, she wore some black strappy heels to match with her outfit.

Whistles and cat calls were made as she walked into her houses party.

Y/N joined her fellow Slytherins, she was always down for a good time. Drinking, dancing and having fun in general.

She was known to be quite popular, she's what boys wanted and what girls wanted to be. That's one of many reasons why Draco was so infatuated with her.

She hadn't seen the Slytherin Prince yet, but Y/N knew he would be around. Probably with a different girl linked onto his arm.

Y/N found herself thinking about this afternoons conversation with him, she wanted more, but in the same breath she despised his actions.

She shook her head, maybe she was more than attracted to him but she didn't want to admit it. There was times when she would wonder how good he was in bed for girls to be crying and swooning over him. Maybe he was all talk, but she made a promise that she would never find out, even though a part of her wanted to.

Y/N had a few drinks, feeling herself loosen up and wanting to dance, she made her way to the centre of the common room. She swayed her hips to the beat, muggle music was playing which she enjoyed a lot. She closed her eyes feeling the sensual words of the song.

Draco had spotted her from when she first stepped into the party. He couldn't take his eyes off her, even when he had a red head witch attached to his arm. He wanted nothing more than to drag Y/N away and keep her locked in his room so no one else could see her provocative dance moves.

So he made his move, he left the red head alone and slithered through the crowds of wizards.

Finding his prize, he slipped behind her, snaking his long slender fingers around his waist and settling them. His hips moved in time with Y/N's, she knew it was him and purposely pushed her ass onto his groin, causing Draco to let out a quiet groan.

Her arms went behind her wrapped around his neck, her long nails scratching the back of his neck. He had to lean down as she was shorter than him, but he didn't mind, he was closer to her ear and that's exactly what she wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol but she wanted him to say filthy words to her, like before.

"If you were mine we wouldn't even be here right now" he growled, kissing her ear lobe.

"Why's that?" Y/N whispered, Draco's hands dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Because, I would be fucking you senseless, in this pathetic excuse of a dress."

Y/N moaned at his words, imagining his large hands running all over her body. Attacking her pussy with his tongue, she craved it. She was beginning to realise that she wanted Draco Malfoy, she would never tell him that though.

The music continued and so did their dancing.

"Perhaps if you we're lucky I would let you join the party again, only when my cum was inside you"

"Draco" she whimpered, one of his hands made its way up towards her neck, holding it with a light grip.

"All those other boys that eye fuck you would know you're mine, they'd see my cum running down your thighs, they'd see the wobble in your walk, your swollen lips and I would be there so they knew who you belonged to."

Y/N was wet, more than wet, she felt her arousal leaking onto her thighs. Her underwear was uncomfortable as it was soaked.

"Draco move your hand" she whispered. She felt his hand sitting in the middle of her ass, making it impossible to concentrate and dance.

"That's not my hand darling."

That was it for Y/N she needed to get away from him. "I'm going to use the bathroom" she rushed, hurrying away from him and finding the nearest bathroom.

She took a deep breaths, her nipples were erected, face was red. She'd never been this turned on before.

She stared at herself in the mirror, an awful ache down below. She needed some release, she ran into the bathroom stall, slamming it and locking it behind her. Her thighs began rubbing together but it didn't work.

Y/N growled in frustration and walked out of the bathroom stall. She was faced with Draco, he had lust in his eyes, his breathing was laboured. He leaned against the door, she watched as his hand went to the lock and turned it.

"Draco" Y/N said which came out almost inaudible.

He closed the gap between them, his erection was apparent, creating a tent in his trousers.

"Tell me to stop."

Y/N gulped, feeling his hands settle on either side of her face, cupping it gently, his darkened eyes remained on her lips.

"Tell me to stop Y/N."

She couldn't think, she was too turned on, she wanted satisfaction so badly. She wanted Draco to be the one to do it. His mouth inched further towards her own, she felt his breath on her lips.

"I won't be able to control myself if you don't ask me to stop right now" he mumbled, holding her face tighter.

Y/N had finally caved, she wanted him.

"Don't stop."

Draco's mouth instantly dove onto Y/N's. It was a desperate kiss, tongues were in and out of the others mouths. Teeth were clashing against one another's, Draco groaned at the taste of her mouth. He loved it, he knew no one else would compare to her.

Draco backed Y/N harshly against the sink, her lower back bending slightly, a small hiss came from her mouth at the force of his push. His hands were no longer on her face, they were everywhere. Y/N couldn't keep up, one moment they were on her thighs, then her waist, they brushed against her nipples.

Their mouths were still connected, they couldn't get enough of each other. Draco kicked her feet apart, one hand holding her neck, the other drew patterns on her inner thighs.

Y/N became more desperate for him, a small thrust from her hips made Draco laugh.

"Patience darling, I want this as bad as you do, but I want you to be ready for when I give you my cock, I don't want to hurt you."

His fingers brushed her clothed cunt, the friction between the lace and her clit was sending Y/N over the edge. "Fuck you're so wet, tell me it's because of me" Draco said hoarsely, it almost came out like a beg.

"Yes Draco."

Draco let out a strangled groan, pushing her underwear to the side so he could come into direct contact with her sensitive clit. He rubbed circles around it, causing Y/N to moan his name.

"Fuck, I can't believe I've finally got you like this" he moaned, feeling the wetness on his fingers. Y/N was withering beneath him, rubbing herself against his fingers, but Draco was taking his time.

A part of him wanted to savour this moment as he didn't know if this could happen again.

His middle finger entered Y/N with ease, her wetness surrounding his digit. Draco's hand fell from her throat onto the edge of the countertop, gripping it, turning his knuckles pale. He was enjoying this just as much as Y/N.

Draco's finger curved, stroking her rippled wall. The pad of his thumb still pleasuring her clit, Y/N was close, she wanted to cum so badly. He slipped in another finger, Y/N instantly squeezed them, nearing closer to her orgasm.

"You're so fucking tight, I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Draco's fingers pumped in and out of her quickly, Y/N was panting against his neck, she sucked and bit on his pale flesh. Her mark was now on his skin, Draco saw this in the mirror and oh he could've came right then and there.

"Oh God, Draco" Y/N cried into his shoulder, he had added another finger, stretching her out and preparing her for his cock. "Cum, fuck I want to taste you so bad, cum Y/N."

That was it for Y/N, her pussy tightened around his three fingers, his thumb continued to rub her clit. She came moaning his name "that's it" Draco cooed in her ear.

He pulled his soaked fingers out, watching them with hooded eyelids. Y/N watched him with a blush on her cheeks as he dipped each finger into his mouth, sucking and moaning at the taste.

"Better than I ever imagined."

But Draco wasn't finished, he wanted to be inside her, he wanted her to cum around his cock the same way she did with his fingers. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, not an eager one like before.

Y/N was spun around, her back against his chest, she was pushed forward by his large hands. Y/N bit her lip as she watched Draco eye her backside which was now exposed to him. He was so hot, she thought to herself.

Draco looked at her through the mirror, his trademark smirk now on his face. His hand raised and fell hard on her ass, causing her to jolt forward "that's for calling me a bastard."

He slapped her again.

"That's for ignoring my gifts."

And again.

"That's for rejecting me."

Y/N was a moaning mess, she was wetter than before. Draco saw this as he watched her exposed pussy "now look at you" he laughed.

"Bending over for me, waiting for me to fuck you."

"Fuck you Draco" Y/N spat, this was why she didn't want to give into him because he was a smug prick. Y/N went to get up, Draco gripped the back of her hair, pushing his erection between her ass cheeks. She let out a small sob.

"Exactly."

Y/N was pushed forward again, his hand remained on her lower back, holding her in place. "Keep your eyes on me darling."

Y/N felt Draco snap her underwear, he unbuttoned his trousers pushing them down with his boxers. Y/N's eyes went wide, it all made sense now, why the girls were always crying, itching to have sex with him.

It all made sense.

He was big, not big like 'oh that might satisfy you'. No, he was big big, Y/N couldn't believe it, she wondered how the hell he was going to fit that inside her. She was definitely not walking straight after this, he must've hid it well because she never expected him to be that large.

"This is yours, after this" he said whilst rubbing his tip up and down Y/N's entrance. "It belongs to you and so will I."

Draco's head was thrown back as he held onto Y/N's hip tightly. His other hand was in her hair, he pushed his tip inside her, groans came out of them both simultaneously. He pulled out and pushed into her again, this time making her take more of his dick.

It was never ending for Y/N, he just kept going, inch by inch he entered her. Stretching her so wide and reaching close to her cervix. Draco's face was red, his breathing was heavy.

"I- fuck, I can't, shit" Draco couldn't form a proper sentence, he was fully inside her, his cock was hugged so tight by her pussy he knew he was going to cum within minutes.

Draco pulled out halfway and pushed into her again, he repeated this action a few times, he saw through the mirror that Y/N's eyes were screwed shut.

"Shit, are you okay? I can stop, fuck, do you want me to stop? Is it hurti-" Draco was cut off by Y/N opening her eyes.

"Fuck me Draco."

His eyes widened, he nodded quickly, both hands were now gripping onto her hips, digging into her. He thrusted hard, a loud scream came from Y/N's mouth. Draco stalled but Y/N told him to keep going.

He picked up his pace, pulling 3/4 of the way out and slamming back into her. He was fucking her hard, with determination in his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening, especially after their conversation this morning. Draco was on cloud nine.

"Oh fuck Draco."

"I know" he growled, he pulled her hips back at the same time to meet his aggressive thrusts. The sounds of their skin slapping together echoed throughout the bathroom, partnered with distance background music. The sound to Y/N was so erotic.

She was coming close to her second orgasm, Draco must've felt her clench around him as he let out a growl and started to rub her clit.

Y/N had never had sex like this before, she loved every bit of it. Draco's face whilst he was fucking her turned her on even more. He watched his cock slip out of her and then bit his lip when he pushed back into her. He was going to cum.

Draco pinched her clit, which was it for Y/N. She was screaming his name, her thighs shaking, her vision became blurred.

"Fuck, tell everyone who's making you cum like that" he grunted, his thrusts were now short and deep.

Y/N cried out as Draco continued to fuck her in order to chase his own orgasm. "Tell them who you belong to, who you always belonged to."

"You Draco, it's you."

That sent Draco over the edge, his thrusts were sloppy as he found himself cumming. He left bruises on Y/N's hips from his fingers.

Y/N moaned feeling his cum spill inside her, rope after rope of his warm, thick cum it was so much. Draco had never came like this before, he found himself not knowing when it would end.

Y/N was filled up with it, he pulled out, two more spurts landing on her ass cheeks and then his dick went soft again. He let out a string of curse words, before he ran to grab tissue.

He wiped Y/N's red ass, removing his cum and then wiped himself. Y/N was still catching her breath as she watched as Draco pulled his boxers up, followed by his trousers.

"Are you okay?" He asked her with concerned eyes. Y/N couldn't speak, she just stared at him, her mouth agape. She watched him as if she was star struck.

"Say something."

Draco looked around nervously, slightly feeling uncomfortable as if he'd done something wrong. Y/N cleared her throat and stood up as straight as she could. Her pussy was hurting, her ass was sore, she could feel his cum sliding down her inner thighs.

"Y/N, fuck, if I've done something wrong just tell me."

Y/N shushed him with her finger, she pulled him towards her by his shirt. Draco was confused, even more when she pulled him into a sweet kiss. He returned the kiss, melting into it, Y/N pulled away and scanned his features.

He was blushing "do you" he trailed, looking down at her inner thighs "should I get a tissue for that?"

"Leave it, I want all the boys that eye fuck me to know I'm yours."

[mazuwii]

I have another ask 😊 don't have to answer now, I don't want you to be over whelmed. Though thought I have in mind would be how would Erwin, Levi, bertholdt, Reiner, moblit, hange, and Kenny react to finding a maiden who has healing abilities?

Like Katara from the last air bender on how she can use her bending to heal. If you are confused I'd be happy to explain more 🥰

I assume these characters would be injured since Y/n seems so hellbent on hiding these powers.

Erwin:

To me, Erwin seems like the type to hide an injury on purpose, to not drag you behind.

However as his vision blurs with surroundings muffling and buzzing in his ear, he begins to regret not treating that deep stab wound earlier. He didn't even have the time to, the escape was once in a lifetime, he couldn't let you down. After all, he was the one who came up with it. He'd be failing you both.

As you inch further away from his grasp, he reaches further, wanting to call your name, to at least tell you that he loved you before death. Yet all that came out was a quivered whimper.

Meanwhile you weren't sure what the hold up with Erwin was. You weren't sure if your captors knew the trail of your destiny, whether they followed you or not. So why was he taking his sweet time. When you had asked why he ran so slowly, he'd tell you that he was watching out from behind.

Yet, when his limp footsteps had faded, you weren't sure what to be scared about. The possibilities were endless.

"Erwin?" You stuttered, "hey..." you called out, tracing back into the direction you came from, it wasn't far, until you saw the blur of blonde hair on the muddy leaves of the forest.

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, realising he had collapsed. "Erwin!" You sprinted to his body, slipping on some mud and messily kneeling beside him. You gently rolled him onto his back, pupils thinning at how pale his skin had become. Still, you pulled him onto your lap, checking his heart beat and breathing patterns.

It didn't take too long for you to find the suspect of his faint pulse. His dirtied shirt, soaked in his own blood. You could barely think above the loud beating in your head, how long had he been like this?! Why did he hide it from you?! How much blood did he lose?!

"Hey..." you choked back a terrified sob, frantically patting his cheek, "Hey, 'Win, wake up..." upon realising that he was unconscious by now, you decided on the last resort. Something you never thought you'd do again.

Lifting his shirt to reveal the wound on his abdomen, you took out your pocket knife and sliced the inside of your palm, hissing as the blood trickled to his wound, you didn't know if this could do it, but if it could then you'd never disgrace your powers again. You'd be proud of them. You'd do anything, just to bring him back.

Hoping for the best, you massaged the blood in, the texture of his cut slowly smoothing out from underneath your warm palm. Good. It was working. With his skin slowly regaining colour, you could feel a heavy weight float off your chest. You sighed in relief and held his head to the crook of your neck.

"Erwin..." your face lit up at the feeling of his breath fanning your neck, he was okay. You made it in time. Your arms tightened around him, scared that if you let go for a second, he'd succumb to blood loss again.

"Y/n..." he hoarsely spoke. "You idiot..." you sniffled, "I thought I lost you." Still cradling his head, you craned your neck to look at him. His brows glistened with sweat, furrowed in confusion as his hand glossed over yours, looking for his wound.

"How...how did you- am I- ...am I dead?"-

"Shhh..." you kissed his sweaty forehead, delicately sweeping his wet bangs back. "I'll explain when we get to the campsite, but now, you have to hold onto me... yeah?"

Despite his dying confusion, he agreed, slowly regaining his composure, holding you closely as you both limped to safety.

Levi

"Y/n!" Hange rushed back in your room, Levi limp in her arms. "He's been poisoned, but it's no use, it's spreading too fast..."

As she gently laid his body onto the spread out futon, you had realised she had bought him in with the intention that you both have your last moment, before he goes.

His eyebrows scrunched up in agony, eyes closed as he subconsciously searched for the reason of his pain. He must be fully unconscious by now, the team couldn't do much. But.. what about Hange?

Was it really that hopeless? You could swear Hange was a mad scientist. You told her sarcastically, only for her to roll her eyes.

"I'm a scientist Y/n, not a doctor."

"Fine..." you sighed, rolling up your sleeves as you realised it's finally time to use something you've sworn to never bring back again. "I'll deal with it. Hange. Get a knife. And quick."

The brunette seemed to panic at your sudden request, struggling to say anything but stutters. "Hurry up! I'm not slicing him open or anything... we don't have much time!" You urged, heart pounding as Levi's eyebrows weakened, his sweat becoming cold.

With the trust that you wouldn't murder your own husband in cold blood, Hange nodded and took off in the speed of light.

Mean while you stroked Levi's cheek in an attempt to get him to wake up without fear. "Honey, if you can hear me, I want you to try and move your hand." You said, one hand holding onto his cold palm.

Just as you feared, he couldn't give you a reply, not even a twitch. The only evidence you had of his moving heart was his heaving chest, soaked in sweat. The only thing you could do now was to use your powers. The ones you've not used since... forever

There was no doubt that you were worried it wouldn't work, after all, it had been such a long time since you've used your healing abilities. Besides, Levi would go insane once he finds out about it.

Hange rushed back in, slipping onto her knees to clumsily hand you the pocket knife.

Without wasting any time, you slice your palm open and squeezed it shut, opening Levi's mouth to let the blood trickle down his throat.

You could swear that in the corner of your eyes, Hange was shitting her pants, you were feeding Levi your blood. Levi... the germaphobe. But you couldn't care less, as long as this saved him, you'd do it.

The atmosphere was heavy with pressure, from the worry that arose due to the horrified expressions both you and Hange made. If this didn't work... no! You couldn't think like that! It will work! Levi will wake up any-

A violent cough broke you out of you silent panic attack. Frantically, you propped your husband up, allowing him to wheeze his lungs out, tears stinging in the corner of his eyes.

Hange hadn't reacted, she stood at the opposite end of the futon with her mouth agape. You wasted no time in pulling Levi into your arms, rubbing his back in soothing circles. "Thank goodness... oh my god..." you mumbled, heart wrenching with what could have happened if you didn't save him in time.

"What's going on?" Levi managed to rasp out. "You we're dying of poison but Y/n slit her hand open and then"-

"Hange shut up!" You yelled, not trying to overwhelm the healing man in your arms. "Not now... later." You sighed, making note to bandage your hand.

Levi somehow didn't care about the commotion or whatever happened, he knew what you did, he could tell by looking at your bloodied palm and the drops of blood staining his tongue. He just wanted to rest. He was tired.

If it wasn't already obvious, you could tell by the sweat on his throat. He was almost completely motionless in your embrace, his chin laid still on your shoulder, his breathing finally calmed to a normal pace.

"First let's get you something to drink, you look pasty." You helped him up, having Hange assist you with the rest.

Bertholdt

"The ambulance were called."

Reiner says. As he strolls towards you and Bertholdt, the mixed colours of red and blue illuminated everyone's skin, the loud sirens giving you more to worry about since it was the most vibrant.

It's around nine PM when Bertholdt was laid onto your lap, his torso resting on your thighs and his long legs draped across the cold concrete floor.

"He's losing too much blood too fast, he won't make it." You gritted your teeth, scared of what people might do to you if they ever found out about the things you could do. Yet at the same time... your significant other's life was on the line.

"Bertholdt keep your eyes open..." your demand came out as a small desperate plead, watching as his tan skin drained of its beautiful natural hue. He nodded weakly with his eyes barely open.

You got Reiner to help you take Bertholdts police gear off, leaving him only in a blue button up shirt, the corner of his rips stained with crimson.

Cold palms unravelled his shirt to the point of the wound. You couldn't believe the speed of the leaking blood, by the time the ambulance arrived, he'd be as good as dead.

Knowing what you had to do next, you told Reiner to turn away.

"What- why?"-

"You have to..."

Conflicted with confusion, Reiner agreed anyway. He thought that maybe you needed some alone time with Bert, to do all that cheesy love confession crap before he falls unconscious.

"Listen, what I'm about to do, it may hurt a bit, but don't worry, the pain won't last that long."

After your sudden words, Bertholdt weakly sprung up, not being able to completely sit up right since he only collapsed back into your hold. "You'll be fine..."

You took a sharp weapon from the gear pockets, slicing your palm of your hand and laying it flat against his wound.

From the corner of your eyes you could see Bertholdt try to fight back, to tell you to stop cutting yourself. He was confused, shocked, in pain from the gunshot that fractured his rib cage. Yet he had lost so much blood all he could do was bat his eyelids slowly, silver eyes having no energy in them.

Your hand began to glow, beams flying into the wound of the raven haired man whom suddenly began whimpering on your lap. "Shhh, this'll all be over soon..." you mumbled into his ear and kissed his temple as an apology for the pain he was about to experience.

"Be good for me and don't move too much, hm?" You added. Slowly, you started feeling your energy drain as the bones began mending themselves from your healing, a strong, blood-covered sharp metal emerging from his open skin. The bullet had finally come out.

"Y/n!" He gasped, beads of sweat trickling down his face.

"I'm almost done..." you cringed at the pity swallowing you up. His weak groans were better than him dying, but you still couldn't help but feel scummy for causing him so much agony while he was awake.

The skin slowly began to smooth out, your thumb caressing the place where his wound was. "There." You sighed in exhaustion.

Meanwhile, Bertholdt desperately panted for air. His eyes were shut tight, as if he couldn't believe he went through that. "You did so well for me." You praised with another kiss planted on his cheek.

Even though he was blushing, his gaze wavered in disbelief, his hands fumbling to his exposed torso. "Where's... what? What did you just do?!" He heaved in an out. "Am I just dreaming or did you just-"

Your stare was kind and understanding, causing him to believe that maybe, you weren't human, he had married an angel after all. "What are you...?"

"Sh, baby the ambulance are here."

You prepared yourself for the questioning, the investigation that may happen. You knew Bertholdt would cover up for you. There's no way he wouldn't.

Reiner

It had nearly been a week when Reiner had been like this. Perhaps he was the same kind and loving person on the inside and just didn't joke around as much. He'd hide his face a majority of the time, whether subconsciously or knowingly.

The scar on his face had made him miserable. It snatched him of any laughter or humour that he'd usually be full of. Sure he'd laugh a few times, but it was huffs of nothingness, his jokes being funny to others but never to himself.

He had gotten it from his side job, while him and Jean were talking on opposite sides of a shelf, Jean hadn't realised he may have pushed a heavy box on the other side too far. And while Reiner was oblivious, staring at a weird cursed image Zeke sent him, the box full of heavy luggage landed straight onto him.

No bad damage had been done, only a large scar that drew from his hair line to his eyebrow. It made him extremely insecure. You could see it every time he was around you, how he'd cover it up with his palm, looking away in embarrassment every time you stared at it.

You never thought a man like him could get like this. It was like a middle aged housewife took over his body.

"Reiner... turn around, I like looking at your face when we cuddle." You told him, rubbing his sides comfortingly.

The blonde was sulking, his huge figure hugging his arms to himself as you spooned him. He seemed so delicate, so fragile. He hummed lightly as a negative response.

"Come on, let me see your handsome face."

This was the last grunt you would take before you rolled him onto his back, your hand sliding up to cradle his cheek. "What's wrong? You've been acting strange for the last few days."

His sad hazel eyes wandered away from yours, avoiding the shame he thought you'd put down on him.

"If this is about the scar"-

"It isn't." He cut you off. Conflicting his response when his cheeks reddened

"Come on, Rein... you're so beautiful with or without it." You said in a pleading tone. Your thumb mindlessly stroked at his cheek, silently panicking at the freckles of tears developing in his eyes.

"It's not that..."

"Then what is it?" You kissed the first drop away.

"My dad... he had a scar exactly like this somewhere on his forehead- and-" he stammered, lips barely maintaining their neutral state. "And mum... she'd would bring it up all the time, she said it was hideous and she couldn't stand looking at his face."

At last his voice cracked and brought his eyes shut, in time for the waterworks to start. You couldn't believe this, Reiner Braun, the man twice your size broke down in shambles due to a facial scarring. Yet again, this wasn't the first time he's had a breakdown. It's normal, you'll take care of him.

Although you were shocked at his sudden weeping, you brought his head to your chest, holding his arms close. "Shh, it'll be okay," you kissed his forehead.

He sniffled and hiccuped, "I-I can't do anything- with- without peopling looking directly at it!" He sobbed. "I want it gone! I just want it gone!"

While his voice muffled against your embrace, you could only think back to something you've been hiding from him. Your healing abilities. But should you really use it now? On something like a scar that didn't really change his face. He was still beautiful Reiner.

You guessed maybe he didn't think so.

Once he calmed down, you slightly broke the hug, holding his arms tight. "Look at me." He obeyed, eyebrows scrunching up in misery. "Listen, I can get rid of it... but you can't be freaked out about it."

Faster than you thought, his facial features softened in shock. But it quickly went back to sadness, "I appreciate it dove." He kissed your cheek, "but I'd rather not wear makeup."

"Hey!- not makeup... I mean I can permanently get rid of it." You held his face gently, "Even-though I'll forever love your face no matter what happens to it." He giggled lowly as you tickled his nose with yours.

"If you really want it, then I'll do it."

"But what will you do? It's impossible to get rid of it."

A smirk decorated your features. You closed your eyes with a cocky huff. "You better not tell anyone, but look what I can do."

His palm fell when you sat up. He was confused as to why you held your hand out, either way, he accepted and followed you into the bathroom where you sat him down on a still in front of the mirror.

In the cabinet there was a sharp eyebrow razor, you grabbed it and went back to staring at him through the mirror.

With a sigh you pet his hair. "Look at you, crying about your face when you're such a beautiful cutie pie." You pinched his cheek, making him close his eyes in a flustered laugh.

"Here, remember not to be shocked, I promise this'll work." He said nothing but observed as you bought the razor to your finger, suddenly cutting it. His eyes grew to the size of saucepans.

"Dove?! Hey!-"

"Shh, it's fine." You chuckled, "you probably think I've lost my mind." His confusion only grew when you brushed his hair back, rubbing your blood into the scar.

"Just close your eyes..." you mumbled, surprised he wasn't squealing and flailing around in fear. If someone did this to you you'd call the hospital in worry that they've gone insane.

It'd only take a few more minutes before you got the tissue from the marble sink, wiping at the blood to reveal baby soft skin.

Once you moved out of his line of sight, his expression twisted into pure surprise, fingers caressing the spot where the scar once was.

"What do you think? I personally like both but-uf!" You yelped when his body engulfed yours into your arms.

With his cheek rubbing at your head, he grinned uncontrollably. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you!" He squealed, "I have no idea what you just did but thank you!"

"It's no problem Rein... but could you ease up a bit? I can't breathe."

Moblit

Between the two of you, one would think that you'd be the one getting injured. But nope, the guy was too busy trying to navigate where you had gone, frustrated and terrified since the sun was starting to set faster.

If it got dark then his hopes of finding you were gone.

With his map scrunched up into a ball of useless information, he turned to face the dim sun, it was now an orange colour, dipping into the darkening sky.

He sighed, she should have never let you go by yourself.

Another minute went by as he thought about you in regret, worrying about whether he'd see you again. Would it lead up to a murder in the woods? What if someone killed you already? What if you were screaming his name, begging him to show up.

Just as he was about to take off in the millionth search for you, a sharp pain injected his ankles, causing him to cry in pain. He snapped his head downwards to see the culprit, finding a hissing snake.

Fuck, what if you got bitten too?!

By the time he collapsed onto the floor the snake had slithered off, dashing away from the harmless man it bit.

"Damn this- ah..." he moaned when a thick blanket of pain coursed through the veins of his feet, quickly pulsating to his legs. That was a venomous snake... wasn't it?!

"Mo!" All of a sudden, the pain didn't matter anymore when he heard your excited yells. Finally, at least he could die peacefully knowing you were alive the entire time.

"There you are! Look! I know exactly how we could build a- oh my god are you okay?!" You sprinted to him, fumbling for the ankle he was clutching onto to reveal two red bite marks.

Complete horror took over your excited expression, turning your gasp into a full throat scream. "That's a venomous bite!" You shrieked, "let me suck it out as an apology for taking so long!"

Moblit hastily hid his bite from you, he knew it would just get you into trouble with poison too. "I'm so sorry baby oh my god!" You cried, hugging him tightly. "I took too long, I'm so sorry!"

"Y/n, it's okay stop yelling before other snakes decide to bite our mouths off."

"I have an idea!" You panted. Moblit was still in pain, sweating excessively at this point. He watched in confusion as you folded your coat and laid him onto his back, using the folded coat as a pillow.

During this point you had panicked so much you didn't think of consequences. Instead you rolled up your sleeve and scratched deep into your wrist. The blood was a lot for a scratch and it was enough for Moblit to just suck on.

You tucked your palm under his head, propping him slightly up. "Suck my blood, it'll help I promise..." he shot you a questioning look. "HURRY JUST DO IT!" You nudged your wrist in his face. Yet... he rejected it again.

"Fucks sake we have no time!" You scolded him. Still, he didn't seem to be budging. So you bought your wrist to your mouth, sucking out enough blood to fill your mouth.

Holding his chin, your lowered your lips onto his. At this point, he was too weak to fight back, and obediently swallowed the blood you were force feeding him.

When you decided it was enough, you let him go. Afterwards wrapping his arm around your neck and carrying him back to the exit. He may be healed but the stress and exhaustion had taken all strength in him.

"Y/n?"

He woke up to the comfort of his own bed, feeling normal again- until you threw yourself on top of him. With a shocked huff, he chuckled at you.

Rubbing your face against him you cried in gratitude, "I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LEAVE ME IN THIS BORING WORLD!"

(Headcannon style)

Kenny:

•Let's say hypothetically Kenny does find out about your healing abilities. The way he'd react is to make sure no one finds out about it, he knows higher ups would want to drug and hurt you to figure out what causes this phenomenon.

•He definitely calls you his angel/healer, he can't help it- even when you're doing something as simple as wrapping a bandaid around his wrist, he'll just say it and you'll shut his mouth.

•Again, Kenny is more the free type so he doesn't really care about what you are, he's more, go with the flow type of man. So anytime you're around him and worried about him hurting himself, he'll genuinely try not to get himself injured. Since he himself is worried about others finding out about your abilities.

Authors note:

This was 4000 words long

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Regeneration Potion (Plat!C!Tommyinnit x Witch!F!Reader)

TW: Mentions of Dream's actions during Tommy's exile INCLUDING his un alive moment. YES I KNOW TUBBO CAN HAVE MORE THAN ONE FRIEND. SHUSH. PLOT.

Reader wears a dress most of the time. Also Tommy is around 17 (I forgot his canon age sorry)

I might make this a series!

☆Tommy P.O.V☆

His hotel was taken over.. His house was practically empty.. He was stared at everywhere he went.. His best friend replaced him instantly without much of a second thought.. His brother was dead, his other brother probably wanted to spill his guts for switching sides... He had... Nothing...

He had died for God's sake! Sure, he didn't expect people to immediately bawl their eyes out at the news, but he didn't expect to be brushed off so damn quick! He didn't expect the person he betrayed his brother for to replace him so quickly! He didn't... he... Was... Tubbo really his friend? He exiled him without checking up on him... He... He moved on so.. quick..

Standing over the giant crater once known as L'manberg, now covered with a thick sheet of glass... He wrapped his arms around himself and gave a sigh. In the distance, he could see Ranboo and Tubbo running around, most likely gathering materials for Sam Nook...

Gritting his teeth tightly, he felt a familiar burning behind his eyes before he stood up from a pile of dirt he claimed as a temporary chair. It took all of his power not to scream in emotional agony as he stormed away from the sight of his old best friend with someone else who he claimed as his new bestfriend.

Don't turn back...

With a few iron ingots and a low durability netherite sword to his name, Tommy walked as quickly as he could away from the memories. The sacrifices. The pain. The lonely feeling...

He had easily walked for a few hours, trying his hardest to find an area completely secluded from everything and everyone.

If they moved on once... They can move on twice..

He wanted to hold on.. He wanted to keep every little memory and object that he found comforting... But now... Everything he looked at caused a sharp pain to jolt through his heart...

He glanced up at the biome around him, only to frown slightly. It was a Dark Forest... But there was many problems..

He knew there were some large mushrooms, but he had never seen massive flowers bigger than a mansion! Everything... Felt weird... Somethings were incredibly varied in sizes! He spun around in awe as he stared at the different sized flowers and mushrooms scattered around him. Then... fear struck into his heart again...

Wilbur... He told him a story about a forest far to the north of L'manberg... Trees bigger than the eye could see, mushrooms taller than a house or smaller than a fingernail, flowers being anywhere from a millimeter tall to miles high into the air, all because of the land was protected by a Witch.

In the story, Wilbur said that only the lost and lonely would find that forest out of desperation to find salvation...

The Forest of the Forgotten...

His lips parted in surprise and he spun around to exit the land, in fear of upsetting the witch... Only to find a silhouette standing against the light a few inches away from him.

A not so manly scream tore from his throat and he hurriedly threw himself backwards, raising his arms above his head as he landed on the ground, "I'm sorry, Dream! I promise not to wander off again! Please don't take my stuff! Please I don't have anything left! Please...! Please!" He begged, tears spilling from his eyes as he scrambled backwards until he hit a tree. Tommy didn't even hear the foot steps wandering closer until a purple light rose into view.

He took a few gasps for air as he slowly lowered his hands. 'Dream's in prison. He's not here. He's not gonna hurt you again..' He carefully rose his gaze, only to see...

A young woman... She looked... Around his age!

She was kneeling on the ground a few feet away from him, just... Watching him. A black pointy hat was balanced on her (h/l) (h/c) hair that was nicely framing her (s/t) face. Her eyes were analyzing his every movement as they surged with purple flames... But they weren't threatening or violent... They were curious but calm..

He stared at her for a solid few seconds before realizing that the soft purple glow was coming from a ball of coloured fire in her hand. Mesmerized by the energy, Tommy hardly noticed when a dull pink glow appeared in his vision, only when the woman made effort to talk, did he notice.

"I... Don't know who Dream is.. But, I'm not here to take your stuff. That's a promise." She smiled softly, and moved her hand that held the pink glow closer to him. It... Was a Regeneration Potion. "Here, you look a little... Uhm... How do I say this nicely... Torn up...?"

Tommy couldn't hold back a frown as he rubbed his eyes free of tears. He forgot that his injuries from Dream hadn't healed yet... And probably wouldn't be healed for a long time. "Thanks... I guess.." He grumbled in an attempt to save whatever dignity he had left.

While he was considered naive, he wasn't stupid. He knew not to trust strangers immediately, so he uncorked the bottle and smelt it as he analyzed the colour to make sure it was really regeneration potion. At first, he wasn't going to drink it, but he quickly remembered that it wasn't like he had anything to lose, so he took a small sip.

It was dangerously sweet, much sweeter than Phil or Techno's potions, but it definitely wasn't awful and it for certain wasn't poison. He rolled his shoulders as he continued to sip at the potion while she stood up.

Dusting her black robe and dark (f/c) dress of any dirt, despite them being already dirty and a bit tattered, the (h/c) woman stood up and continued to clean the dirt off. "It will be getting dark soon... I'm not much of a fighter, so I will not be able to fend for the both of us if need be. Do you have a shelter nearby or would you like to seek refuge with me for the night?"

Did this crazy woman not know the meaning of stranger danger?

☆Your P.O.V☆

No matter how much you threw yourself into your studies, the looming loneliness never seemed to leave you..

Keeping to your daily routine, you begrudgingly lifted yourself out of bed and sat down at your vanity, glaring at your reflection that bared knotted hair and sleepy (e/c) eyes. Your non dominant hand stretched out towards your closet and watched as your irises lit up a bright surging purple, activating your magic. Your dominant hand began to run a brush through your hair while your other hand controlled the magic that was currently being used to sort through the row of clothes in your closet. Once you found an outfit that you deemed adequate, you made a quick gesture with your hand that caused the clothing to float onto your bed.

It didn't take very long to get ready, I mean, come on, you were in a large forest miles away from the closest village! It's not like you were going to be seeing anyone for a few more centuries.

Your house was cozy and rather small, but it housed you and your black cat Salem comfortably. It was nice and quiet where you lived.. Albeit dark and lonely..

The trees often covered the sun and prevented you from knowing what time it was, but you had stopped caring about the date long ago. It never mattered to you anyway.

"Yeah, yeah. Quit meowing. You act like you haven't eaten in a year." You rolled your eyes at the dramatic feline as you prepared your own breakfast first. Salem kept meowing loudly, standing beside her food bowl and swatting it every so often until you used your magic to toss a fish to her. "You done with your whining now? Big baby."

You rolled your eyes as you sat down with your bowl and quickly ate the fruits you had sliced up. Downside to living here, you primarily survived off of fruits and berries because animals rarely wandered into the forest, and if they did, well you kept them for their resources like milk or eggs or wool.

With a small sigh, you got up and washed your bowl, via magic so you didn't have to feel the burning sensation of the water on your skin, as you contemplated what you were going to do today.

Eventually you decided on going to walk through the forest to find more animals or scavenge for more fruits. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you double checked that it was stocked up with healing and regeneration potions just in case, only to throw your shoes on. Waving good bye to your lazy annoying cat, that you still love regardless, you shut the door and walked down the path.

The silence was normal... But god it was deafening when something stepped on a branch or when one of your chickens decided to give a particularly loud squawk, but it did indeed heighten your senses.

Giving a sigh, you rose your hand and a purple pulse flew from your hand then trailed down your body and travelled through the forest. Your magic didn't detect anything out of the ordinary except for once thing near the entrance.

"Ah.. God.. Please don't be a zombie.. I'm not a fighter.." You whispered under your breath before setting off towards the untouched and overgrown entrance of the forest.

Arriving to the main path, you looked over a little bit to see a tall blond male spinning around in absolute awe of the forest.

He then took a sharp breath and spun around, almost immediately coming face to face with you. The loudest scream you had ever heard left the boy and he quickly stumbled backwards until he fell to the ground and hit a tree, "I'm sorry, Dream! I promise not to wander off again! Please don't take my stuff! Please I don't have anything left! Please...! Please!" He practically cried apologies while he curled into a wall.

'What kind of reaction was that?!' You thought curiously as you kneeled down a few feet in front of him. Assuming that the dark had freaked him out, you summoned a ball of fire and held it out, using the time to study the strange boy. His dirty shirt was ripped and torn in several places, his skin was decorated with mud, soot, cuts, bruises and scars and his cheeks were damp with tears. His breath was turning into gasps as his thin frame shook violently.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

He didn't seem to hear as he began murmuring quietly to himself, rocking back and forth a small bit to calm himself down. After a few moments, he lowered his arms and stared blankly at the magic in your palm.

Seeing the injuries on his pale skin, you dug into your bag and pulled out a glowing pink potion before holding it out to him. He didn't seem to notice it until you cleared your throat. "I... Don't know who Dream is.. But, I'm not here to take your stuff. That's a promise." You smiled as politely as possible, and moved your hand that held the potion closer to him. "Here, you look a little... Uhm... How do I say this nicely... Torn up...?"

The male grumbled a bit under his breath but looked genuinely thankful as he took a small sip of the potion. After deeming it wasn't poisoned, he began to take larger drinks of it.

"It will be getting dark soon... I'm not much of a fighter, so I will not be able to fend for the both of us if need be. Do you have a shelter nearby or would you like to seek refuge with me for the night?"

Honestly... The face he made amused you quite a bit...

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A Drop of Poison - Ch. 1: The Beginning

A Loki fanfiction!

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It’s your third week back in school and you're slumped over a tower of textbooks as some kind of makeshift pillow. Your head rests on the 394th page of “The Dream Oracle” where you’ve begun to drool. You raise a hand to wipe it away, which takes up nearly as much energy as trying to stay awake.

It was cold in the dark.

Chills ran up your arms, from your fingertips to your neck as you floated through the darkness. It was frightening the first few times you dreamt of it but now it was familiar. The cavern formed slowly as your eyes adjusted to the minimal light emitted by a fire below you. Small sticks and papers created a meager flame which reflected off the black pool of water you looked into. You always wondered who made the fire, but there was never anyone there.

In the centre of the cavern was a small lake, its ripples moved like serpents. On queue, your body flew over to the middle of the lake and dove in. You swam - more like sunk - to the bottom. It may have enveloped you in utter darkness, but you saw the glow. The bluish light of the object drew you in like a moth to a flame and you reached out for it. Once again, you were thrown out of the lake just as you were about to touch it.

You looked around at the empty cavern and noticed the shadows moving. This was new. Usually, you woke up as soon as the lake threw you out.

Near the shore, by a dangerous jut of rock, there was a man. He was tall, with raven black hair and a proud nose. His expression was one of wonder and fear. There was a green light that emerged from his hands and he waved this light in front of him and beside him, almost erratically, as if he was warning someone - or something - to stay away.

“Don’t come near me!” he shouted. It echoed through the cavern.

You came closer and recoiled at what he was speaking to. Every dark shadow was, in fact, a body. The green light that the man emitted showed their decaying, pale faces. These bodies moved towards him. Not a sound, but each expression was contorted painfully. Their bony hands reached out to him, and he threw a green ball of fire at them. Some flew backwards into the lake, but there were so many.

They surrounded him. You saw him put up the fight of his life, and yet they came closer still. Until he had nowhere to run. You reached out to try to help him, but your body was already being pulled away. The last thing you heard was him scream your name, “Freya!”

Hands slapped onto the desk, and your head bounced on the pages.

“My god, have you been sleeping here this whole time?” An annoyingly familiar voice said. “You wouldn’t believe it! They’re finally getting a replacement for Professor Rattowl.”

It took several seconds for you to remember where you were. You lifted your head and look into a pair of inquisitive brown eyes and an aloof expression.

Her hair was braided on the sides and drawn into a high ponytail. Her robes were wrinkled as usual. “Valkyrie, how did you find me in the Hufflepuff common room? I specifically told Thomas to throw you off.” Your voice was thick with sleep.

Valkyrie snorted. “Thomas is a fool for a flirty conversation. You’d think that boy had never had a wank before…”

The memory of the dream hit you, and your heart sank. “Valkyrie, I saw something.”

She glanced at you and then to the wall of the hallway. A long shadow approached swiftly. “Oh shit, the prefect!”

“Quick! Hide!” You said to Valkyrie, pointing her to the coat closet.

A gleaming head of blonde hair turned around the corner and walked towards you. His eyebrows were raised, and he adjusted his rectangular glasses, glaring at you. You tried not to look guilty.

“Eves, what are you doing? This is a quiet area, and I heard voices.” he walked around your desk, looking around suspiciously.

“I must have fallen asleep. I had a poor sleep last night so…”

“Hmmm,” he said, walking near the coat closet.

You held your breath as he reached for the brass door handle. “You know we don’t allow any other houses in our quarters, Eves.”

“Of course.”

He turned to you, reaching away from the handle. “Then you also should know we don’t condone dirtying the sacred pages of our texts,” he said, gesturing at your books with a frown. “Clean this up and head to the Great Hall. Headmistress Frigga has announcements to make.”

He left, adjusting his glasses again but with his shoulders straightened out as if he had done a good job. You wondered if he would pat himself in the back afterwards.

Valkyrie all but crashed out of the closet and mocked Gerald. “Sacred texts! What a prat.”

You chuckled as she took a chair beside you. “Sacred or not, this damned thing cost me twenty galleons!” You wiped the drool away with the sleeve of your robe. The inside was a warm yellow. You glanced at Valkyrie. “How do you keep sneaking into our common room?”

She winked at you with a mischievous smile. “I have my ways, my sweet innocent Hufflepuff darling,” she said, reaching out and patting you on the head. “I wouldn’t dare want to corrupt your purity with treasonous talk.”

You punched her in the arm. “You are a jock in the land of intellectuals,” you said with a smirk, glancing at her red and gold tie.

She linked her arm through yours and dragged you away from the desk. “Alright alright, miss intellectual, now that you’ve stopped drooling, let’s go eat.”

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The great hall was washed in the warm light of the candles that hung beautifully in the air above you. It was a sight that had never ceased to amaze you, no matter how many times you saw it. The flames flickered in a soft dance. You followed the path of candles over to the head table where all your professors sat.

Professor Odinson was there, with his chiseled youthful face that made all the ladies, Valkyrie in particular, swoon. He was a handsome man, though he did not occupy your thoughts as often as he did for others. Beside him was Professor Sif, laughing humorously at something Professor Odinson said. Then there was Professor Fandral nodding and smiling at Professor Hogun - whom you guessed was discussing the riveting growth cycles of the mandrake.

Headmistress Frigga was in the middle, in her silvery blue robes with sequins sewn into intricate patterns. Her aura was one of a Queen, with a gentle and kind face. On her one side there was an empty seat and on the other side was Heimdall, the divination professor, with whom she was in a deep discussion with. His sunset coloured eyes drifted around the room before settling on you. He always knew. You smiled back and waved at him. He nodded, though his expression was strained, perhaps even troubled.

For a moment you wondered if he knew what you had dreamed. Heimdall was one of the greatest seers of your time, and you happened to be his favourite student. He already knew of your repetitive dreams regarding the cavern, but you needed to tell him about the strange development - and the mysterious man you saw. Most of the time your dreams were fuzzy, but you remembered his face with an aggressive lucidity. Blue eyes that reflected the green magic in his hands before they disappeared into darkness remained on your mind. You took a deep breath and pushed it away.

“Did they already do the first years?” You said aloud to your table.

Mo, a fellow seventh year Hufflepuff, nodded. “Yep, and I guessed about 25/30, not bad, eh?”

You smiled at him and turned around to Valkyrie, who was right behind you, seated at the Gryffindor table. She winked at you when delicious food marvellously populated the table and you all tucked in. She filled her plate and then roughly rocked Mo to the side and sat down beside you.

“What were you saying about Rattowl?” You said, biting into a chicken hand pie. The rich flavour of creamy peas and carrots filled your mouth, and you reveled in it for a brief moment.

Valkyrie had half a mouthful of sausage and chewed loudly. “Well, it’s been what? A month since he croaked?”

A Hufflpuff girl across from you both, Nila, balked at Valkyrie. “How can you say that? He was...killed.” She could barely say the last word.

Valkyrie gave her a look. “What? It don’t make no difference, does it?”

Nila huffed indignantly. Mo interjected. “Well, it’s not every day a professor disappears for three weeks, only to be found ripped apart in the Forbidden Forest.”

You all wrinkled your noses in a few seconds of awkward silence. He was right. It was a bizarre and terrible thing to have happened. You had no love for Professor Rattowl. He was a cranky old man with awful manners, but he did not deserve such a fate.

Valkyrie said, “Well I heard that the Headmistress’s son is going to be the new potions teacher.”

You raised your brows. “Professor Odinson has a brother?”

Valkyrie’s eyes lit up at the mention of him. “If there are two Thor Odinson’s, then I will die this very moment.”

You, Mo, and Nila rolled your eyes at her when the doors crashed open in an echoing sound. All the chatter in the Great Hall was silenced when a lean and tall figure in a black cloak strolled into the room. His languid pace revealed a streak of arrogance - or confidence - as he walked down the hall, towards the head table. He walked between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables and slowly removed his hood.

You audibly gasped when you saw the raven haired man with his high cheekbones and proud nose. His blue eyes snapped towards you, and you felt your face heat up in seconds. He kept his eyes on you briefly before looking back at the head table. You breathed again once he was well past you.

Valkyrie looked at you questioningly. She whispered, “what’s going on?”

You could not take your eyes off of him and whispered back, “later.”

Everybody at the table rose, and Headmistress Frigga spoke with her wand pointed at her neck. “We will never forget our dear Professor Hubert Rattowl and the legacy he leaves here. The tragedy of his passing will remain a bitter memory in the long colourful history of Hogwarts. It has been a terrible time trying to fill this role, and our surprise guest has been gracious enough to accept our invitation. Professor Loki Laufeyson’s entrance may give you a taste into his exciting curriculum as the new Potions Master.” She gave him a warm smile.

He walked over to his seat and placed his hands on the table to look out at the students. There was something both inviting and dangerous about him. You could not look away.

He smiled widely and raised his hands. “Your potions saviour is here!”

The students clapped and eventually broke into applause. The Slytherin table was particularly ecstatic. There was no mistaking what house he belonged to. He looked at every table with a wide grin, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. They rested on you and your heart stopped. They flickered away, and he moved on before sitting down as the Headmistress continued her announcements.

Your hands were still clasped together in mid clap as you looked at the same man that was in your dream. His screams echoed in your mind and you wondered if this was all a nightmare. Regardless, it was going to be an interesting semester.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Rotten

Pairing: Steve Rogers x princess!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, captivity, forced marriage, brief mention of child abuse, allusion to death of minor characters.

Words: 3950.

Summary: "The princess will marry the very first beggar who comes to the castle gates," the King said.

P.S. This was inspired by König Drosselbart fairytale.

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Staring at the enormously huge black gates separating the castle from the outer world, you pulled the grey cloth over your head, covering your beautiful shiny hair. Before this morning you wore a tiara of your mother, and your dresses were made from brocade, silk and cashmere, not this rough wool that itched so badly and irritated your gentle skin. But now the only posession you were allowed to keep was that little cameo of your mother laying in the pocket of your simple grey dress.

The princess is obstinate, capricious, the King said. She thinks too high of herself. She rejects and ridicules all honourable men coming to ask for her hand in marriage. She is rotten to the core. She doesn't deserve to be the crown princess of the kingdom.

Locked away, abandoned by your teachers, refused to be engaged to any decent prince or lord, you were kept confined to your chamber for several years. Occasionally, you were allowed to visit the celebrations and balls held in the castle only to be laughed at your lack of manners and education by the children of the King and their entourage. You considered them your friends once, but those times had long passed.

You were the only child of the Queen, the true ruler of these lands, who got married the second time after an unfortunate death of her first husband, your father. She didn't give the new King an heir, but he had a handful of his own children from his past marriages. All of them, except his oldest one who stayed to rule the country of his father under the watchful eye of royal advisors, were brought to your kingdom. They are your sisters and brothers, the King said.

They were the ones who would take your place once the King found an opportunity to get rid of you, the true successor to the Queen.

All the men who came to ask for your hand were told you had no desire to meet them, and then, after the brief encounter with the King, they were sent away. You watched them, enraged by this unfair treatment, and their corteges to leave in haste, disappearing behind the black gates. You were never allowed to leave your chamber at these times, forced to look out the window at those princes and lords. If only they knew.

"Bow your head in front of your lawfully wedded husband." One of the guards demanded harshly, and you snapped out of your thoughts, looking at the huge man with wide shoulders, dressed in rags, his face hidden by the hood he wore.

The stranger was twice bigger than the guards surrounding you, and you felt rather intimidated in his presence. Despite his dirty clothes and wooden shoes, he didn't look like a beggar to you. If he was truly so poor, how come his body was so big and strong? No, the man wasn't a beggar. He was a bandit.

It would only make sense for the King to get rid of you, but you hoped he would keep his word as he promised to give you to the very first beggar who came to the castle gates. Apparently, he decided against it. The bandit who stood in front of you would either kill you or sell you to a brothel. If he was paid to end you, you hoped he would at least do it fast.

You bowed your head in front of the stranger who was now your husband and moved forward when the guards pushed you to him. The man said nothing, heading to the gates as if he didn't even care whether you followed him or not. Biting your lip, you came after him, watching your ugly wooden shoes.

However, once you stepped behind the gates, you saw there were dozens of people, their clothes dirty, tattered, and heavily patched, their faces grim - many lacked teeth and some even an eye - their expression turning wicked when they saw you coming after the stranger. Who were they? Beggars? Bandits? Villagers? You didn't know, but feared for your life as they started shouting loudly upon seeing you, and then you saw them throwing something rotten and smelling badly at you.

Why were they doing it? What have you done to them?

"WHORE!" The crowd yelled. "ARROGANT BITCH!"

A boy no older than ten threw a piece of rock at you, and it struck your arm painfully, making you yelp. He was encouraged loudly by the others, and you realized they would beat you to death. Why? What have you done to be so hated? You were a prisoner in your family castle. No one loved you. No one cared for you. No one came to console you even in the darkest of days. Why did you deserve to be punished for something you had never done? Why were you the rotten one when the sons and daughters of the King were spoiled beyond imagination?

Before the next rock hit your head, you saw the stranger shielding you with a big piece of wood he had taken from some man. Holding it like a shield, your husband grasped your shoulders with the other hand and started fighting his way through the crowd as you clinged to him, afraid to raise your head. All you heard were angry shouts and screams of pain as the man crashed their bones with the shield in his hand, the sound of cracking disgusting and frightening. People tried to clench your dress, beat you, snatch away the cloth covering your head, but the stranger was quick to push people away, and soon you two were running somewhere, your vision clouded with tears.

He held your hand in his until you reached the forest behind the meadow, far away from the castle and all those scary people who dirtied your simple woolen clothes and coloured your arms black and blue. Luckily, you were mostly unharmed just like your saviour, the man who hadn't uttered a single word still. At this point you guessed he might be deaf or lacking his tongue - you heard maids talking about the soldiers of the King cutting tongues of the ones who talked against him. But maybe the stranger just didn't want to speak to you. He probably thought you were an arrogant princess, humbled by your pride and haughtiness.

"Thank you." You whispered to him, and the man turned face to you, his beautiful blue eyes watching you intently. "Thank you for saving me."

The tears had long dried out on your face, but your eyes were still a bit red, your voice raspy. Running in the wooden shoes made your feet hurt so bad as if you were running barefoot at all.

When your newly wed husband came closer to you, you flinched involuntary and made a step back, staring at his strangely attractive dirty face, his dark blonde disheveled hair and beard.

"You're safe with me."

You blinked, unsure what to say to him in return. His low husky voice made you tremble a little, but if he told you the truth, he was going to take care of you. You hurriedly averged your eyes and bowed your head again, waiting for him to continue walking. You didn't dare to talk to him once more.

Your had been travelling by foot for what felt like hours, and you felt grateful for the dress you were given as it was lighter with just a few layers of fabric. Your wooden shoes, however, bruised your skin so much that they were slowly filling with blood. Nonetheless, you kept walking even with blisters covering your feet as your husband moved forward without a stop through the forest. Was he living here? Otherwise you didn't know how he navigated through the woods.

"You're slowing us down." You winced when you raised your head and saw him furrowing at you, standing a few feet away.

"I am sorry." You muttered, knowing you could hardly speed up with your legs hurting so much as if you walked into the fire.

The stranger squinted, coming closer, "Take off your shoes."

You complied without saying a word, showing him your bruised feet. Was he going to complain you were a shirker, unable to even walk? Maybe he had it on his mind, but he stayed silent, ripping the hem of your dress when you gasped and wiped the blood away. Then he had you seated on a falling tree and bandaged your feet so gently you gawked at him openly. You felt tears shimmering in your eyes at his kindness. He cared.

"I will carry you from here." Your husband said, wiping away the sweat from his dirty forehead. "We'll make a halt soon."

"I can walk myself." You said when he loomed over you, his strong hands gripping your under your lower back. "Please!"

"No, you can't." He grumbled, shooting you a look that forced you to keep your mouth shut. "You are my wife now, and you are going to listen to what I say."

You squeezed your eyes shut when the man lifted you in the air and hurried forward, moving carefully so you wouldn't get struck by the branches. Your body ached, your legs hurt so hard you were ready to cry, your eyelids growing heavy. Oddly, the man's presence wasn't as intimidating as before, his body heat slowly warming you and lulling you to sleep since he slowed down a bit and kept going forward cautiously. You decided to close your eyes just a little bit...

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When you opened your eyes next time, you were tucked in a bed that smelled like old sheep wool - your maid, a girl from the village, had the same scent when she returned after visiting her parents. Even though this bed was three times smaller and tougher then yours, you enjoyed laying there under the dark warm blanket - or whatever it was - and listening to the cracking fire inside the stone oven. Your poor feet were terribly sore, and laying on bed brought you so much comfort.

However, when you were fully awoke, you shifted on the bed nervously and glanced over the house, finding the stranger sitting near the crudely made wooden table, a clay pot in his hands. He lifted his hood, and now you could see his matted blonde hair and dirty face covered in mud and what looked like ashes. Was it his house he brought you to? It was very small and looked like it was abandoned some time ago, but you couldn't be sure. He had no servants to take care of his house, so maybe it always looked like that.

"You're awake." He said, turning his face to you. "Don't stand up. Your legs are no good."

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, knowing he was perfectly right since it still hurt you to move.

"Next time you need to tell me when you're in pain."

"Why?" Curling your lips in a grim smile, you got under blanket again, covering yourself up to your chin. "Why does my pain bother you?"

The man narrowed his eyes down at you and set the pot aside, putting his elbows on the table tiredly.

"You are my wife. Your pain bothers me, and my pain should bother you."

"I see." You averted your eyes from his face lit up by the light coming from the oven. You didn't know much about marriage since no one considered you to be ever wed. It was like this, then? Or was it because your husband was a peasant and not an honourable man? There certainly was differences, but you had never expected a beggar to be so kind.

He wasn't a beggar, though, of that you were sure.

"What name do I bear now?" You asked him, watching his face growing confused. "Do you... do you have a name, sir?"

"You bear the name of Rogers." He sounded oddly proud, but you only sighed - now you lost even the name your father gave you.

You were the beggar's wife, not the princess living in high castle - you would work hard till your hands bled; give birth to unfortunate children forced to live in poverty, who wouldn't know how to read or write; you'd starve and beg, and then die young. This is what your maid told you how the people of her village lived - despite being farmers, the lands they worked on were poor, and most of the harvest was taken away to feed the ones living in a castle.

You didn't even have the land to work on as you saw the forest through the crack in the door. This hut was in the middle of the woods, probably.

"I made a salve for your legs. Let me put it on."

When he stood up from the bench, you shivered and took your eyes elsewhere, moving higher on what you supposed was an improvised pillow. The stranger sat on the other side of the bed and moved your blanket, showing your dirty feet with dry blood covering them. Then, as if he remembered something, he went somewhere behind the oven and pulled a jug with a slightly cracked neck, soaking a rag in it. Once he squeezed it and brought it to your legs, you winced in pain, but stayed silent.

The stanger had been kind to you beyound your understanding.

"So, were the rumors true?" He asked once he wiped your feet cleen and took a little jar with what you assumed was the salve.

"Forgive me, but there are too many rumors for me to remember."

"The one that says you are so arrogant you don't want to meet any of the men who come to ask for your hand in marriage. Watching them being sent away, you sit in your room in the high tower and ridicule them all."

You wanted to laugh bitterly at his words, but the knot in your throat didn't let you utter a sound. Was this what the King and his children had been telling to your people, feeding them lies for years? The princess whose spirit was too high to look at those she deemed lower than her. The one born with a silver spoon in her mouth who didn't care whether her people starved and died from diseases. What a perfect little picture the King had constructed in the minds of others.

"If you believe it, did you take me as your wife to teach me a leason, then? To punish me?" You whispered and clenched your teeth - every touch to your legs made them burn as if the man's fingers were covered with flames.

"No."

His ridiculously beautiful blue eyes bore into you with such intensity it made you want to grab the blanket and pull it over your head to hide from him. Oddly, you thought his face looked noble behind that layer of dirt on his skin. He didn't look like any of those who you met behind the castle gates.

"In truth, I've seen you up there in the tower once, looking out the window. But you didn't laugh at us. You cried."

You raised your head and stilled, watching the man anxiously. No, he wasn't a beggar. They had never been admitted to the castle.

"How could you see me up there? My room is too high." Your hands trembled a little, and then you let out a hiss of pain when the man rubbed some salve onto your skin.

"I have a good eyesight."

"How did you know it was me, then?"

"Because I've seen you before."

Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest at his words. Who was he? Who was the man sitting on your bed?

"Were you a part of a cortege of a man who came to ask for my hand?" You asked nervously, glancing at him rubbing more of that medicine that smelled like herbs into your feet.

The stranger nodded. "Then... where have you seen me? Was it before I was locked in the castle by the King?"

"Yes. I saw you when the old King, rest his soul, had been alive."

"I see. I must have been a child, then." You gave him a weak smile, remembering those times when you were still the lovely little girl, your mother always keeping you close to her despite the royal etiquette. It was the time when you still travelled, sometimes even outside of your own country. He probably saw you during one of your trips with your parents. "Have you been a part of the court? Maybe the one who served it?"

"Yes." His answer was noncommittal, and it only steered your interest. Did he lost everything just like you? Was he stripped of his titles? It must had happened quite some time ago since his big hands were rough, work-weary. Maybe he was the knight or someone who belonged to the army.

Knowing he was becoming agitated, you decided to stop there. You had no desire to test patience of the one who had only ever been kind to you.

"I only have one question left, sir. How should I call you?"

He smirked, tilting his head to the side.

"Steve. My name is Steve Rogers."

Steve Rogers. This name rang a bell. He could see you growing confused, wracking your brains, desperately searching for any memory that could give you the answer. Steve Rogers. Steve...

Stevie. Prince Steven Grant Rogers. The little boy who was so unhealthy pale he looked like a ghost. He was skinny and small despite being older than you. You knew his mother had been sick for many years, confined to her chambers, and, sadly, her boy took after her. You remember the whispers behind your back when you visited him for the first time as he laid in bed, watching you with his enormously big blue eyes.

"It can't be." You gawked at the man who was bigger than anyone you had ever seen, his arms musculed, his shoulders wider than the ones of the King's executioner. Little Stevie could never grow so big - you remembered his thin, strange body well. "You can't be prince Steve."

"I'm not. I am King Steven now, little girl."

Oh, you remembered you called him a little boy that made him pout at you. There was no one standing close to you at the moment when you bended over to him and talked quietly not to tire the prince. But how could he become so strong? Even his father wasn't as big as him now. Why was King Steven dressed like a beggar? Why did he take you in the middle of the woods, pretending it was his house?

"When I reached the age of 18, I've met a wandering mage who cured my illness. His charms changed my body, made me what I had to become if my mother didn't fell sick before giving birth to me. Do you like what you see?"

You felt your cheeks burning when you realized you were staring at him shamelessly and averted your eyes.

"You look stronger than any man I've seen, Your Highness."

"I know, little bird." Smirking, he finally finished rubbing the salve into your skin and set the jar aside, caressing your feet. "As I fulfilled my promise to you, I came to claim what's rightfully mine."

"What promis- AH!

His gaze grew dark as you stared at him wide-eyed, and his hand gripped one of your feet painfully, making you yelp as he pressed his finger to the blister. He didn't like you forgetting about something important, but you could swear you remembered nothing of a promise.

"I gave you my word one day I'd become better and then come to ask for your hand, my dearest. You said if it were to happen, you would choose me among the other suitors. Do you remember now?" There was something dark in his voice as he spoke, and you nodded immediately to make him ease his grip on your leg. Steve sent you a satisfied smile, caressing your foot gently with his calloused fingers. "I've came to you several years ago, but you refused to see me and sent me away. I caught a glimpse of you in the window, and then I realized something wasn't right. I've sent a few of my people to become the servants in the castle to learn the truth."

Strangely, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted. King Steven knew you weren't rotten to the core. He knew you weren't a spoiled princess who refused to leave the castle to see her miserable people, suffering under the heavy taxation laws imposed by the new King. Steve took you here not to make you learn a lesson how to be behave, but to hide you from prying eyes.

As he wiped the tears streaming down your face, you realized he sat much closer to you now - King Steven smelled like sweat and pine trees.

"When the King ordered to give you to the first beggar who would come to the castle gates, I had already sneaked into your lands, my beloved. If not his order, my people would take you away soon." He dropped a kiss to your forehead, touching the locks of your hair with his fingers.

"But the King would find out who stole me." You whispered. "He'd demand you to bring me back."

"Five thousand soldiers are waiting for my command to march to the King's castle. Why would I leave him the kingdom that belongs to you, sweetheart?" Steve smiled, and you saw something dangerous lingering behind his eyes, something that made you shiver and draw a shaky breath from you. "If I gave you such an army, what would you do with it?"

For a second you felt like your body was thrown right into the fire, burning your flesh to the bones. The tears stopped as you clenched your teeth.

"Burn the castle to ashes. Kill the King. Kill his children. Kill their entourage. Kill all of them who had abandoned and humiliated me."

You didn't know when the anger rose in your chest and took a hold of your tongue, make you spit venom and imagine your brothers and sisters scream and plead for their lives, but you enjoyed it. You enjoyed every second of it when you thought of their heads on spikes for the crows to peck and the entire kingdom to see.

No one had come to your rescue for years when you prayed to be saved, taken away from a place that became your prison. No matter how much you asked God to answer you, he had been silent, and your learnt you were left alone in the world where no one wanted you to be treated fair. Then so be it. If no one took pity on a little miserable child pleading for help, you wouldn't show mercy to the ones who had been torturing you for years.

You hadn't seen how King Steven face changed as he watched you, his expression growing more sinister and poisonous, but you felt his lips on yours when he claimed your mouth possessively and his fingers clawed at your shoulders.

"I will cut the King's head off and tie it to the mane of your horse, my beloved. Would you like it to be your wedding gift?"

"Yes. Yes!" You cried as he shushed you, pressing your head to his chest and caressing your hair like a lover would.

"Then it's as good as done."

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[dontmindmyshadowhunting]

Dru meets Ash (Fan Fic)

This is Chap 6 of “Welcome to Faerieland”, a sequel to my Kitty Fan Fic "To never being parted" although it can be read as a standalone story.

Dru meets Ash (again, although she doesn’t know they have already met) in this Chapter.

AO3 Link here.

*****

Jaime and Dru landed a little away from a clearing where a revel was being held. Jaime hastily slipped the Eternidad back into his pocket. He would give it back to Cristina eventually, but in the meantime, he knew she had no trouble being escorted in and out of the Unseelie Court whenever she wanted to. Perks of being the King’s girlfriend. 

Jaime and Dru had both dressed in faerie clothes, in order to blend in. Dru was wearing a long azur blue dress that brought out the color of her eyes. It fell just above her ankles, revealing high-heeled boots (conveniently hiding a few daggers). An upturned collar and long sleeves covered the marks on her neck and arms, though the low-cut neckline would inescapably draw anyone’s attention to her cleavage. Her dark brown hair was efficiently pulled into an elegant bun. Where Jaime and Dru’s skin showed, both had covered their marks with concealer. 

As they walked toward the revel, and the music grew louder, Dru turned to Jaime. “I have to go find a friend of Nene’s. She may help us locate Ty and Kit. It’s better if I go alone, she knows the Blackthorns very well but she’s a bit wary around other Shadowhunters. Don’t stay too far, though. And of course, I don’t need to tell you not to drink or eat anything.”

“No, you don’t,” Jaime answered a little harshly. Blackthorns knew a great deal about the Fair Folk, but so did the Rosales, he wanted to remind her.

When they had finally joined the party, Dru waved at a faerie woman with blue hair and purple eyes who was standing next to a tent, in deep conversation with a kelpie, and left Jaime to stand awkwardly at the edge of the forest. 

He had not been there five minutes when a fey swooped in to offer some refreshments.

“No, thanks,” he replied immediately, lifting one of his hands reflexively to prevent the fey from coming any closer. 

“Are you certain? Mundanes are particularly fond of this one,” he said, pointing to a blue drink, “it makes you look younger. Not that you need it, of course.” 

“Huh. Is there a drink that makes you grow like two years older, without altering your appearance?” The faerie stared at him aghast. Jaime couldn’t blame him. “Never mind,  very  stupid question,” Jaime mumbled.

Dru appeared then, her eyes glowing in excitement. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the forest. 

“So... any information on where we could find your brother and Kit?”

“Have you ever been to a revel before?” She replied, ignoring his question.

“Hum. No, but Cristina told me a bit about them…”

“Come over here,” she said as she drew him further into the forest. She stopped in front of a tree, put both her hands on his chest and pushed him against the trunk. His back hit the wood with a loud  thump  but it was mostly drowned by the sound of his heart beating in his chest.

Her gaze was intense, dark eyelashes batting seductively over her blue-green eyes. Jaime swallowed.

“Er- Dru, what are you doing? Aren’t we supposed to go hunting for Ty and Kit?”

“Relaaax. What happens in Faerie stays in Faerie, doesn’t it?”

She bit her lower lip and he gasped.

“God, Dru, those lips…” Jaime choked. His thoughts were becoming more and more incoherent.

“Can I… kiss you?” she asked.

“God, yes. Please.” Jaime slumped against the tree trunk, feeling all the tension leave his body at once.

Dru closed her eyes and he did the same. As she pressed her full lips against his, he could feel blood burning through his veins like wildfire.  Yes, yes, finally. He could be struck by lightning - he probably would - he didn’t care. He would die a happy man.

She bit his lower lip and he could taste his own blood, but he didn’t mind.  Feisty  little Dru. He brought his hands on either side of her face to cup her cheeks, but instead of soft skin he felt a very light... stubble. He pulled away immediately and found himself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes, the colour of a summer sky. Kit Herondale was smiling at him, his grin as mischievous as ever but somehow it looked wrong.  All wrong.

“What does your heart truly desire, little Shadowhunter?” he said, cocking his head, and it was not his voice, but a woman’s voice.

From one moment to another, Kit’s blond hair and blue eyes were replaced by a faerie woman with gray fine hair drifting around a pale face, her skin smooth and ageless. He was staring at a  leanansidhe. He cursed himself. What  a fool  he had been.

He stepped back, feeling sick, and hit something hard behind him. He was about to turn when he was dealt with a blow on the head. His sight blurred and he barely had the time to blink before he fell into unconsciousness. 

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As she was talking to Nene’s friend, Dru saw Jaime disappear into the forest with a faerie.  What the hell was he thinking?  They weren’t here to have fun.

She thanked her contact, who unfortunately didn’t have any information, and moved to where Jaime had vanished inside the forest.

The tree trunks were spaced, but their branches leafy and close enough that it was difficult to see beyond a few feet.  She cursed Jaime silently as she got deeper inside the woods, the sounds of the revel now receding and being replaced by the sounds of nocturnal animals and insects. She thought about all the horror movies that warned you from doing just that.

If it wasn’t for her years of Shadowhunter training she wouldn’t have heard the soft footfalls behind her. She stepped further into the forest until she was at an advantageous position for a fight and whirled to face her stalker. It was a very tall faerie knight dressed in elegant velvety clothes. Probably gentry and part of the King’s guard. He smiled at her and she kept herself from shivering from the coldness of his grin. 

“What are you doing here all alone, little girl?”

He probably thought she was a helpless mundane with the Sight. Admittedly, she didn’t look like the Shadowhunter women type, with her curvy figure.

“Minding my own business. As you should.”

“Do you know there are dangerous creatures lurking in these woods?”

“I definitely do. And let me tell you a secret…” She cupped her hand around her mouth and spoke in a stage whisper. “I am the scariest one of them.”

The faerie knight laughed.

“I am Ruadhan Fairburn. I used to be one of the best knights of King Kieran’s guard,  and I have met him personally once. I am also acquainted with Gwyn ap Nudd, of the Wild Hunt. You certainly don’t frighten me.”

Oh, no. He did have a reputation as one of the realm’s best fighters, before King Kieran had suggested he retire, probably due to his attitude.

She mimed checking her watch (although she wasn’t wearing any). “Oooh, so it’s already time for a bit of name-dropping? Sorry, none of these ring a bell.”  

No need to tell him she had seen Gwyn cry in front of  Love actually  a week before, on Friday’s movie night, and that she affectionately called King Kieran  Kiki. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. When I am done with you,  my name will be printed in your memory.”

“Hmmm. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll pass.” She started running her hand through her hair casually, intending to pull out her hair stick made with adamas. It was a gift from Jem who had it made by Sister Emilia.

The faerie’s expression turned furious. “I am not really giving you a choice,” he said in a clipped tone.

An audible sigh had them both whip their head toward the general direction of the sound.

A few feet away, up a large tree, a boy - or rather a young man judging by his frame and the length of his long limbs - was lounging on the thickest branch. He was reading, holding his book high, so Dru could not see his face, only white blond hair tucked behind pointy ears. He was dressed in stunning finery, all black, his collar turned up. He was wearing dark silk gloves and his long fingers were splayed across the cover of his book. He was most certainly part of the gentry, or even royal blood, Dru thought.

“You heard the lady,” he said in a bored voice, and Dru could not help but startle at the sound. It was a beautiful, lyrical voice. “She is not interested. Now, move along. Go hump a tree or something.”

“Excuse me?” the faerie knight spluttered, his delicate features set in a mask of shock. “Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t know who  you are, but I know  what  you are, and that’s enough to convince me not to develop our budding relationship any further,” he answered, turning a page.

The knight started to advance on him, but the blond faerie didn’t even lift his nose from his book. With a flick of his hand, he had the faerie knight hauled away like a puppet, as if a giant invisible hand had grabbed him from behind.

“Don’t move any closer. What did I just say about me not wanting to develop our relationship further? Have you never been taught how to take no for an answer?”

The faerie knight was seething but he backed away, walking in reverse, before he whirled and disappeared inside the deep forest. 

“Thanks, I guess.” Dru said, relaxing her stance. “Although we could have avoided the drama. I had the situation quite in hand before you intervened. I could have knocked him out before he had the chance to spell out the word  asshole.”

The faerie laughed, and it was a beautiful chime sound.

“Ladies shouldn't have to dirty their hands,” he said, as if she had not just uttered the word “asshole”, disqualifying her as such.

“What century do you live in?” she asked, shaking her head. “Anyway, I am a Shadowhunter, dirtying my hands is part of the job description.”

She saw his whole body suddenly tense. Slowly, he brought the book down, just enough to reveal a pair of green eyes under delicate blond eyebrows. As soon as he caught sight of her, his eyes widened in surprise and he let the book fall on the ground, the resulting  thump  muffled by the grass.

In a single swift and elegant motion, he had jumped from his tree and was standing a few feet away, facing her.

Up close, she could see his eyes were a clear emerald green. It made her think of grass fields glowing under the spring sun. His features were sharp and ethereal, his white blond hair tousled as if they had caught wind. Physically, he was the opposite of Jaime, all pale white and thin silvery curls where Jaime had brown golden skin and dark thick hair. They both had a lean figure and a debonair manner, but where Jaime was almost gangly, the faerie was all graceful moves and regal stance. 

He is  absolutely gorgeous, Dru admitted reluctantly. And he was watching her as if he knew all the secrets of her heart, as if he had always known her and was merely returning to her after leaving for a short while. 

Although she was almost certain she had never met him, something about him struck her as oddly familiar. She was idly wondering whether her mind had conjured up one of the princes of her books. Maybe, he was the product of her own fantasy and he would disappear from one blink to another… But no, she had not been the only one to see him.  Get a grip, she told herself.

“It’s you,” he breathed. 

Dru tried to regain her composure. She straightened up as she answered. “It’s definitely me.” She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night,” he whispered in a daze.

By the Angel,  his voice. Everything about him ensnared your senses, enticed you to love and worship him. But Dru knew better than to let herself be fooled by men’s - especially faerie men’s - spells and enchantments. 

She swallowed and answered in her most detached voice. “Shakespeare. Romeo meets Juliet. Act I Scene 5. Already bringing out the heavy artillery, I see. Do you always quote other people’s work to make yourself interesting? Or do you  actually  have a personality?”

The strange prince was taken aback for a second. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. He was breathtaking when he smiled. 

“Oush,” he replied, miming a sword stabbing through his chest. “That went straight through my heart.”

“This line may work its spell on the naive and gullible girls you usually manage to sweep off their feet, but it definitely doesn’t work on me.” Dru sniffed.

The fey cocked his head, as if he was inspecting a strange wild animal. 

“You assume that I am trying to seduce you?”

She rolled her eyes and whirled, avoiding to stare at him for too long. He was quite intimidating. And she needed to find Jaime. 

“Don’t be a jerk, in addition to being a  cliché,” she said without a backward glance, as she walked away. She could hear the sound of his laugh behind her, echoing in the forest like ringing bells.

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Tagging @gabtapia sorry I’ve been so busy lately but I am definitely back now with more chapters.

[worldwidemochiguy]

Moonlight (PJM x Reader)

➵ Your mother has always warned you against entering the forest. Two years ago, your friend Jimin was lost to the trees, with no one brave enough to search after him. But, when you find yourself unable to resist the tug of adventure, you run into Jimin, rumpled, but alive. Can you and Jimin escape the clutches of the forest? And can you discover what- or who- is behind the disappearances that plague your village?

➵ Pairing: Jimin x Reader x ???

➵ Word Count: 3K

➵ Masterlist

Your mother is wrong about a lot of things. 

She was wrong about how many yards of fabric it takes to weave a skirt; the village girls don’t want a skirt that goes all the way down to their ankles, it’ll only trail on the ground and make the hem all muddied. She was wrong about the correct method of planting flowers; you often had to replant them all after she had gone to bed to ensure the roots took hold properly. She was even wrong about your father. In the end, he hadn’t been able to overcome the fever. 

But one thing she was definitely not wrong about is the importance of not getting lost in the woods. 

These woods are home to many folktales. Silly rumours and fancies housewives tell to keep themselves amused, of course, but that doesn’t stop the villagers from drawing their curtains a little tighter at night. Doesn’t explain the two men, four women, and one child who vanished, one by one, moments after venturing into the thicket of trees.

You tug your cloak around you, as if it can protect you from the looming shadows cast by the sun, who’s light can no longer reach you. Blocked by gnarled branches and browned leaves. From the safety of the village outskirts, the forest seemed like a teeming haven of life, brightly coloured flowers you had never seen before bursting from the banks of the grass, swaying lightly in a summer-scented breeze. 

You knew your mother — everyone’s mothers, really — warned people explicitly against wandering into the forest, but the berries growing at the foot of that willow tree were just the perfect shade for the scarf that girl, Jeongyeon, if you’re remembering correctly, had requested. And then, when you crouched down to pick them, you saw a cluster of dandelions more rich in colour than any you had ever seen before, and so you willingly went, step by step, deeper into the forest. 

And now you find the path you took has somehow become overgrown by brambles. 

“Okay,” You whisper to yourself, turning slowly on the spot, trying to catch sight of a clear path to take, “It’s alright, you’re alright, you’ll be back home in time for dinner and mother will be pleased with all the dyes you’ll be able to make.” 

Your words, though soft-spoken, are not exactly comforting. The forest, which had sounded so full of life, the shifting of the breeze and rustling plants and birdsong, is now deadly silent. The air seems to absorb every syllable your mouth forms, hollowing it out and spitting it onto the dead leaves blanketing the forest floor.

You decide to retrace your footsteps, sunken into the dry mud and twigs like an embossment. It’s strange, you could have sworn you had come from the other direction, but you guess that your sense of orientation is less than perfect since you can’t make out the sun and your only surroundings are an army of eerily similar trees. 

As you move further from the heart of the forest, it almost seems to get darker. You worry the sun has begun to set. Mother must be looking for you. The full-basket swings against your legs, the rustle of the plants within as they shift over each other comforting you somewhat. You’d rather be loud, than be reminded of that heart-wrenching silence at the centre of the forest. 

You’re glad you’ve escaped it, certainly. With any luck, you’ll be at home before your mother can use the excuse of anger over your actions to make you scrub the floors of the cottage. Sugar, your grumpy cat, has the unfortunate habit of leaving little presents tucked under rugs and furniture, a not-so-pleasant surprise for whoever’s turn it is to clean. 

A whisper. A laugh. Suddenly, the snap of twigs crushed underfoot is not the only sound you can detect. You wonder excitedly if this means the village is just out of sight, beyond the thick gathering of trees and branches. Maybe you’re overhearing the village children playing? You prepare yourself to scold them for wandering this far out. Hopefully they won’t realise that you’re too far out as well, and therefore in no position to criticise. 

However, as you grow closer, you realise that it isn’t laughter you can hear. It is the sound of someone weeping.

You break into a run without a second thought. What if they’re hurt? What if they’re scared? What if they’re lost, like you? Except you aren’t lost, you remind yourself firmly, you’re making your way out. It’s just… taking a while. 

You stumble into a clearing, which you must have managed to circumvent on your way into the forest, and in the centre… is a boy. A man? You can’t really tell, with the way he’s hunched over himself, strands of dirty blonde hair covering his face. 

His shoulders are shaking with the force of his quiet sobs, he doesn’t seem to notice your presence at all as you inch further into the clearing, towards the ray of light that breaks through the forest canopy, bathing him in an almost ethereal glow. 

Once you are close enough, you reach out a hand to touch him. He stills, but does not look up. 

“Hello,” You say tentatively, brushing over the surprisingly soft fabric of his shirt, “Are you alright?” 

You receive no response, and a curl of sympathy tugs in your gut. This could have been you, if you hadn’t the sense to retrace your steps. 

“What’s your name?” You try again, and the boy murmurs something inaudible. “Sorry?” 

“My name’s Jimin.” He says, and as he finally looks up, you gasp. 

Jimin. The first boy that went missing, almost two years ago; his bride-to-be was inconsolable for months. He used to come to you for dye to treat his hair. Your first crush. 

“And yours?” 

“Huh?” 

Jimin’s insistent gaze pulls you out of your memories, his hand outstretched and open. Expectant. 

“Your name?”

“You don’t remember me?” You reply, slightly hurt, before hurriedly composing yourself and helping him up. His hands grip tightly around yours, warming slightly as you give him your name. You wonder how long it has been since he touched another person. You squeeze his hand back. 

“Remember me?” You try again, “From the village? My mother’s the seamstress?” 

“Oh… yes,” Jimin says, a slight smile of reminiscence curving around his full lips, “I remember you.”  

“I’m glad.” You smile, swinging his hand between yours. “Come on, follow me.”

You tug him through the forest, following the path you are sure leads back to the village. You don’t know how, exactly, but you can just feel it. Your steps are practically taken for you, the grass cushioning your every move and pushing you onwards.

“So… how have you… survived these past few years?” You ask cautiously, at odds with the curiosity burning on the tip of your tongue. Jimin smiles at you, and you smile back encouragingly. 

“It wasn’t very hard, really. The forest is full of things to eat, and natural springs to bathe in. It was… an escape.” He sighs, almost wistful. 

Confusion digs a crevice in between your brows — why was Jimin crying when you found him if he was happy here? And… how could anyone be happy, isolated from everyone they’ve grown up around? 

But, it isn’t your place to judge him, you remind yourself. After nearly two years on his own, it’s remarkable Jimin is still pleasant to look at, let alone talk to. 

“Everyone will be so happy to see you!” You say, to change the subject. “I’m sure you’re glad to know Areum never married anyone else.” 

At the mention of his former fiancée, his face darkens abruptly. He stops, forcing you to halt as well since your hands are still tightly intwined.

“I… My fiancée was actually part of the reason why I left.” 

For perhaps the fifth time in the past few hours, you are shocked. 

“You- You left… voluntarily?”

“I did not wish to marry her.” Jimin replies simply, and you gape at him. 

“So you’d rather live in the wild? Areum is the prettiest girl in the village!” 

“She is not.” Jimin states, looking you dead in the eye, “Besides, I do not want to marry the prettiest girl, or the girl my parents picked out for me so I would give them grandchildren. I wanted…”

Jimin trails off, his dark eyes flashing as the sun catches them. Under the light, they reflect it back as pure snow, the bright shade almost hard to look at. Your gaze drops to the ground. 

“…I want to marry my one true love.” Jimin finishes, quietly but no less fervent. 

“But, if your one true love wasn’t Areum, then who…” 

Jimin simply stares at you, and you blanch. 

“It- it isn’t…it can’t be…” You flounder, but his gaze refuses to waver. “Me?” 

“Who else?” He says, and you splutter. You try to drop his hand, but he merely tightens his grip, and you have to remind yourself that Jimin has been on his own for the past two years, and you should be patient with him.

“I- Jimin. I am sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.” 

Though his expression doesn’t alter, something changes in his eyes. He becomes a little less open, and a little more guarded. The guilt doesn’t waste any time before flooding into you with sadistic relish. 

“Just…let’s just get back to the village, and everything will be okay.” 

“…Okay.” He eventually replies, and you give him a gentle smile. He does not return it.

You can’t tell how much time passes. Neither sunlight nor moonlight can break through the leaves, and with Jimin everything seems to pass by much slower. The guilt you feel over turning him down — god, you’re the first person he sees in two years and almost the first thing you do is reject him — weighs down your every step, until you are almost trudging. 

You don’t even notice the branch leaning down overhead, directly in your path, until Jimin holds it up as you pass beneath with a strength you didn’t know he possessed. You guess living in the forest must have hardened him, even though his cheeks have that familiar, soft curve, and his light hair looks as silky as it always did. 

“Thank you,” You murmur, and he laughs quietly behind you. Perhaps because of your voice, which sounds as tired as your muscles feel. 

“It’s my pleasure.” He replies, squeezing your hand a little tighter. You grip it back, happy that he seems to have forgiven you for earlier, or at least forgotten. 

You come across a flight of steps carved into the mud, edged with boards of carved wood. They trail off out of the forest, and you take the opportunity to rest, sitting down on the first step and dangling your legs over the ledge. 

Jimin sits beside you, and you’re too exhausted to stop yourself from leaning against his side. He kindly wraps an arm around you to steady you. You had forgotten how nice Jimin was, before he left. You’re very lucky you found him, you decide, otherwise you really might have gotten lost.

You trail a finger over the whorled design carved into the wood beneath you, trying to decipher what looks like an entirely different alphabet. There are etchings too, small figures dancing and drinking and… procreating — you move your finger away from that panel with a blush — and you are struck with a realisation. 

“These steps… they’re manmade, of course, they have to be. That means… we must be getting close to the edge of the forest!” 

Jimin chuckles as your fatigued, slurring voice gives a weak attempt at excitement, stroking his hand over the curve of your waist. 

“I guess it does. Do you want me to carry you? You must be getting quite tired now.”

“No… ‘m strong,” You insist, but don’t protest as he kneels in front of you, scooping your bent legs and securing them at either side of his thighs, looping your arms around his neck as he stands with you plastered along his back.

“Of course you are, dearest.” He breathes, not winded at all as he begins running down the steps. 

His footfalls are light, you notice, like he’s prancing down the steep incline. You remember he always used to dance at the maypole festival, and how magical, ethereal he appeared to you back then. You had begged your mother for weeks afterwards for dancing lessons, but she had told you there simply wasn’t the money.

Your weight does not seem to be any added burden for him as he practically flies down the steps. Your eyes are drooping closed, but you stubbornly wrench them open each time, wanting to see the outskirts of the village appear once you finally reach the end of the stairs. You don’t remember using them to enter the forest, but- well. This must be a different way out. 

Except, the village does not appear at the end of the steps. Jimin sets you down by the roots of a colossal tree, which you can’t believe you haven’t noticed before. The clean white bark stretches a mile into the sky. The thick roots form a sort of seat around you, and the grass beneath you is soft, comforting. Under the shade, it almost appears blue.

“Jimin, w-why are we stopping? Do you… do you need a rest?”

Jimin laughs, but this time, it sounds more high-pitched. Less controlled. A shiver trips down your spine uncomfortably, rung by rung, like it’s being held back at every step. Like he wants you to remain calm. 

“That’s very considerate of you, my dearest, but I’m alright.” 

“T-then-” You struggle to say, wondering if you’re really this out of shape, that a day’s walk can wind you so much. But, to be honest, you don’t know if it’s been a day. Time seems to trickle by like honey. “Then… why are w-we, uhm… stopping?” 

“Because we’re here.” Jimin smiles unsettlingly. 

“Here?”

“Well,” He deliberates, “We aren’t there yet, but this is where we have to be. As soon as the moonlight comes out, we’ll get there.” 

“J-Jimin, what’s…um, what’s going on?” You ask, feeling an edge of hysteria come into your voice, “When are we going home?” 

His laugh this time feels like a scream. Not his scream. Yours. It warms in your mouth, but before it can spill out, something tugs it back. An invisible hand wraps itself lovingly around your throat, and you realise you can no longer speak. 

“Oh, you’re just as naïve as he was.” 

…what?

Jimin reads the question in your eyes, or does he? Can he hear it rattling around your head? Can he taste the word on your useless, unspeaking lips?

“When he first came to this forest… oh, he was desperate. They say love makes fools of us all, but, it really possessed him mind and soul.” Jimin laughs again. He seems to be much more comfortable now, happy as you lie against the roots of the tree, unmoving. “You don’t understand why that’s funny yet, but don’t worry, dearest, I’ll explain. I love seeing that look in your eye.” 

“Jimin loved you more than I’ve ever seen anyone love anything, but his love didn’t make him strong. It made him into a coward. He could barely look at you before he was running away again. Don’t you wonder why he bought all that dye from you?”

Jimin paces along the ground as he talks, but- 

He isn’t pacing, he’s floating. The air prevents Jimin from crushing the grass under his bare feet, buoyed along the invisible currents of the jasmine-scented breeze wafting around the base of the tree. 

 “He heard talk of the Faeries, and he came to us, begged us to make him strong. He promised to lure in tributes for us, bring us other things to play with, as long as we promised never to harm you.” 

If you had control over your own breath, it would have stopped cold. The other missing boy. The missing women, all regular attendants of Jimin’s dance class. The little girl, who’s mother had cried for weeks after her disappearance. Who had been found dead in her cottage two days after she was told to give up looking. 

“And so, we fulfilled our side of the bargain accordingly. We made him strong, brave, worthy… by making him one of our own.” The thing wearing Jimin’s face smiles, and it’s the ugliest sight you’ve ever seen. “I became him, and he became me. Hello.”

“You… you killed him.” You groan, and Jimin coos. 

He crouches in front of you, reaching a hand out to stroke the side of your face. If you had the energy, you would bite him. 

“Don’t worry, my love, he’s still here. You talked to him earlier, actually. As soon as we realised you were lurking on the outside of the forest, he became very excited. Insisted that he should be the one to talk to you first. It’s only after you turned him down that I took over.” 

Jimi- the faerie’s eyes glow white, and you realise that it wasn’t sunlight reflecting in Jimin’s eyes back then. It was madness. 

“After all this time living inside of his head, I have grown rather… fond of you. I love you as he does, and we’ve decided to share you.” 

“I don’t… I don’t want you…” You mumble, and Jimin smirks, gathering you in his arms again and standing up. 

“It doesn’t matter what you want anymore, beloved. You’re ours, remember? You gave us your name.”

A bolt of light strikes a leaf. A flash of memory, shoved from his mind to yours. 

“My name’s Jimin. And yours?”

A hand outstretched, expectant, waiting impatiently for an offering. 

A smile as you give him your name. 

Your mother had always told you not to go into the forest, and you had never thought to ask why, blissfully ignorant as you fell headfirst into a faerie’s trap. 

“That’s…not…” You try to struggle, and find that you can’t, “I… I didn’t k-know-”

“Oh, I know you didn’t, my love.” Jimin coos as his stranglehold on your mind tightens, “It’s okay, don’t fuss, it’ll be alright. I’m taking you home.” 

“The… the village?” You ask hopefully, and Jimin snickers, delicate and so heartbreakingly cruel. 

“No, my home. Our new home.” 

The moonlight shatters through the forest canopy like glass, and Jimin pulls you down into the faerie realm, never to return to the warmth of sunlight again. 

[idjitlili]

Thor,Son of Odin

Thorin x Modern!reader

Summary:Imagine being apart of the company ;and calling Thorin,Thor the god of Thunder.

a/n i hate wattpad it deleted 6 hours of work on this ,bloody bullshit and i fell over in that time todays going amazing, I passed my gsces though.

Word count:3277

Okay ,okay ,let's do this one last time. You Y/n L/n ,some how ended up in Tolkiens universe,the hobbit.Bro you was beyond freaked out to wake up snuggling up with some dude,practially laying on top of him,his arms around you holding you. His hair dark ,long ,silky almost,his face wore but structured,his body muscular,yet some what stumpy. Your face so close to his ,as ou come to reality ,you do not know who in bloody hell this man was.

You had brought your hand up his his cheek ,poking it once ,nothing,again,slight groan but nothing really,again his time mulitple harsh pokes ,finally his ocean coloured eyes shot open. They looked into your e/c ones you screamed then he screamed. Pushing yourself of his out of his grip.

"who are you?" he had shouted ,in shock really.

"no! Who in bloody earth are you? and why were we snuggling? Kidnapper! HELP"  you had stood up ,your face turning in every direction to see where in gods earth you were,just all you could see was forest and a bunch of men,who surrounded you and the strange blue eyed man,looking at you strangely. You looked around again and you saw a man that was dressed as a wizard , he looked like cogsworth,damn he really does.

"oh I get it. I will rather die than take part in your orgies!" you had shouted again ,laughing in horror after ,you were very much terrified in this moment.

"I'm sorry ,what orgies? what gives you that idea?" the smallest one hadspoken up pushing passed the others ,you had pulled your attention to him ,noticing his cute dirty blond hair,travelling down to his huge hair feet,letting out a gasp. "w-why are you feet so large?" you had whispered in shock. "I am hobbit ,of the shir-" " a what?" damn if this couldn't get any weird.

"Enough! WHo are you?why wre you trying to seduce our king?" A balding muscular tattooed man had interrupted ,your questioning."Your king? I havent heard of a king,not at least in europe for over a hundred years! Also last thing I remember was laying in my bed ,not in the arms of a 'king'"  you groaned out this sitution had began to give you to give you a headache.

"this is Thorin ,son Thrain ,son of Thror,the rightful dwarven king of erebor."

"Now enough of the bullshit ,Thor SOn of Odin ,God of thunder, I want to go home! THere are no such thing as dwarven king ,nor dwarves,nor whatever a hobbit  is ,and there's certainly no such place as erebor on this earth! This isn't bloody princess diaries."

The group of men had just stared at you in conflusion,as you had fainted ,therefore Gandalf had concluded that you will be apart of the company. As he had realised some how ,some way you had ended up in an another universe,well all he knew as some sorta force had brought you their world for a reason. He had forced Thorin to accept that you were to be apart of the company ,even if he felt absolute hatred towards you.

When you had came to the first thing you saw was Thorin,so you had made a run at him punching him square in the nose,only to get this sidekick,that tattoo'ed punk to grab a hold of you. "Oi what the fuckk ,get off me!"  yeah they basically tied you to a try ,and then from that Gandalf had explained everything ,and in a couple of hours you had agreed to join ,you still did not trust them however.

You had put upon an pony ,sat behind Bilbo ,the hobbit. "hey just so you know I am still not joining in on your orgies, I do not want to lose my innocence to anyone apart from a nice MHM-" you had pretended to cup an ass in your hands."set of cake shape ass,god dAMN."Bilbo had turned to look at you with a face of pure disgust ,,whereas others of the company such as the kings nephews had laughed. "and what is this orgy you speak of lassie?" the oldest dwarvf had spoken up you had found out his name was Balin older brother of Thorin's side piece.

"oh- its basically when a group of people do the stuff eachother all together" now bursts of laughter had filled your ears. "I assure you miss y/n l/n,the is none of that." Gandalf had spoken sternly ,he did not want to witness that no thank you.

"Oh good then, oh mister hobbit you have such beautiful locks." you had brought you had to touch a single curcle upon his head,whilst the hobbit had blushed brightly at your compliment. "oh well thank you ,as do you have lovely h/c locks." you had smiled widely ruffling his hair,Thorin heard this and did not like it,jerk.

Anways skip to a week later Thorin is brooding with his coak off,those pants really defined his ass,you were sat on a log next to Bilbo,you had nudged him gently grabbing his attention. His eyes filled with red from the warmth of the fires flames as he looked up at you,Thorin's nephews had seen your staring at your uncle and were watching and listening intensely.

"Thor has a nice nutt ,mhmm ,just like Jensen Ackles ass." Bilbo had choked on his own tongue ,as you just glaced back the dwarven kings ass one last time before turning back to Bilbo.

"aye, Y/n ,psttt" Kili had whispered shouted gaining you and Bilbo's attention ,he had gestured for you to go to him with his fingers,you had grabbed Bilbo by his hand before standing up,dragging him with you to sit beside the brothers. "wasssuppppp" damn this isn't the 2000s ,its bloody some age,you don't remember Gandalf got a bit boring if you were totally honest. Fili and Kili smirk to themselves, before Kili speaks up,Fili isn't as talkative as Kili is."you fancy our uncle." you had instantly scoffed , Bilbo had just pretend to be studying the stars ,and avoiding your bullshit lies.

"I see how it is,you trying to get your uncle laid, well yes he has the perfect ass, but I hardly know any of you,except Bilbo I accidentally saw him naked, he has a the cutest little bu-""Y/n!" you had cackled loudly catching some of the dwarves that were still awake attention, the nephews grinned even larger than before at you. "so you admit to looking at our uncles bottom,and you've seen Bilbo nude! Well!" he had basically shouted.

Bofur had turned around raised an eyebrow at you ,whilst Thorin pretended to be brooding still. "what?! Lass,you've seen the little fellow naked????" you had sighed loudly in distress,bloody god darn dwarves. "I say it again it was an accident!I was go for a pee, and then I daw that Bilbo had just gotten of a lake and was wearing a toel,so I decided to scare him, I didn't know he was going to scream ,and drop his towel." Bilbo held his head in in his hands in complete embarrassment.

"what did you except to happen lass? "

"I thought that scream was you."

"wow thanks for coming to save me then. plus i thought Bilbo might of just -you know what I dont know"

Thorin had felt a load off of his shoulders fall away ,knowing you didn't get it on with a dude that was half of your height, he didn't like the fact you were on this quest ,but he couldn't help thinking you had some nice hair. He also felt like grinning ,but of course a scowl was always imprinting on his face,he hadn't had a woman check him out in what it seemed as forever.

That was months of ago now, in which currently you had all been captured by elves ,well the prince of the Greenwood realm,Legolas.The company had been separated from you and Thorin and Bilbo was no where to be seen ,but you knew he was sneaky ass..butt. This elven king Thranduil , had did some voodoo to his face ,spat in Thorin's face with his stinky ass breathe...who needs to talk to someone that close up,might aswell had kissed him. After he was done with the dwarven king he started eyeing you up so you did back ,his ass mainly.

"and who are you ,andwhy does a woman travel with pigs?" his voice like silver ,yet cold as ice, but he would not stare bloody still,while you rated his ass. "Y/n L/n-god damnit stand still," the King had stopped , you had turned your body to get a look at his...flat ass,before leaning back to check out Thorin's. "what ARE you doing?" bro they didn't even tie your hands ,so you had made your way behind Thorin cupping his ass,making him gasp in shock ,as you squeezed gently,before heading back to Thranduil who shook his head no,you didn't want to be executed anyways.

"that king has a better ass than you, I suggust some squats, as your personality nor looks are in favour f-""ENOUGH. Tell me who are you?" he had interrupted you rudely , Thorin now less red ,smirking,he was glad he didn't end up in boner city.  "uh mister lanky stick ,I am y/n ,like I already told you,now can I and my mister patrick swayze be brought to our cells, I don't want to have sex with a skeleton..I mean a elven king."

"TAKE THEM TO THE CELLS,stay here an rot for all I care,100 years is a mere blink for an elf." you smirked at the king,as you and Thorin were grabbed by guards ,being pulled away. "I feel bad for your son,he inherited your flat ass, the poor kid don't get any attention from his daddy." If you were still infront of Thranduil he would've slapped you.  However instead you gpt see his son look to the ground ,away from his fathers gaze ,before walking out of the throne room shortly after you and Thorin.

Soon as you are shoved in separate cells,the questions start from the caged dwarves. "what happened up there?!" Kili questioned loudly,"I may have cupped a kings ass."

"You touched Thranduil's behind?"

"no I almost did,but damn You should have seen his face when I told him Thorin's was better than his and that I fet sorry for his son gainning a flat ass from his father."

Silence was in the air ,for a few seconds before the company had figured out what you had meant wwhen you said about touching a king's behind.

"you touched Uncle's butt infront of Thranduil?"

"oh hey ,Bilbo." thus Bilbo lead you all to the barrels ,in which you sat in on by yourself ,it was the ride of your life, and no kili doesn't get shot,because Dwalin held you you up while pulled down on the lever, therefore no one was injured. All that happened really was you were completely soaking ,and you stayed that way until you arrived at Bard's house,thank jesus you didn't have to go through the toliet.

Bard's daughters had handed you a blanket which you had wrapped around your shoulders ,in hope to warm up. However you could not help but see Thorin ,who refused a blanket politely. His beautiful long locks dripping ,his clothes sticking to his skin,darn he must be freezing ,dwarves and their stubborn asses. He really must be cold ,due to the scribe of this tale, experiences with wet long hair ,it takes ages to dry and keeps you freezing.

So you had decided without really thinking ,to walk towards Thorin who just stood waiting ,whilst everyone else was settling down,removing the blanket from your shoulders ,placing it upon his. Now you just stood next to him ,unsure what to do know ,blushing slightly feeling his eyes on you,gasp when he gets closer ,drapping the blanket back onto you ,but keeping it on his ,pulling you close by wrapping his arm around you ,as to keep you warm too.You had wrapped your arm around his waisr ,you could already feel him warming up against you ,you could smell him aswell ,and feel his hair against your neck.

However you did not look up to see the company's stares at their king,if anything they were worried about his behaviour,yet they wondered if it was true,was you his his one? But Thorin saw it ,yet no one dared to speak upon it , as he was their king ,yet his nephews ,oh they wanted to tease their uncle until the end of the one ring. They had smirked at their uncle,kili raising his eyebrows at Thorin ,who sent a deathly glare to his nephews.

He had broken the silence shortly after that,"where are the weapons?" and of course after that he was like they are shit ,okay lets go rob a bank ,thus the next time you were so close to Thorin was after your second boat ride in the last 36 hours.

Kili,Fili,OIn and Bofur were all left behind ,to catch up when Kili had recovered. THerefore the rest of you were all now to hike to Erebor ,god it was so tiring you felt as if your feet were on fire. You had groan in displeasure before muttering "I swear dwarves must have some hella leg muscle ,yet  I don't, I cant walk." Bilbo had scoffed next to you 'your legs are 10 times as long ,you got it easy'

"I hear humans ,cannot walk after 10 minutes with a dwarf,do you want to take a short break?" Thorin had a smirk inlaced with his voice ,as DWalin laughed loudly as if he was drax laughing at peter ,he was cocky when he wasn't trying to set an example for his nephews."no I want to be  carried Thor." you had spoken with annoyance ,not watching where you was going ,tripping falling harshly on the sharp rocks ,most deinitely cutting your knees open,you had let another groan. "god damn it korg." you had muttered yet again. Thorin had made it over to you ,pulling you to your feet , before turning away ,and kneeling infront of you.

"come on get on,we don't have time to delay" and with that Thorin oakenshield agve you a piggyback ride. "Thor son of Odin ,a God carrying me? No one would believe this."Thorin didn't understand who the fuck that was obviously,you had explained to him what a god was ,the same as the what they call malah ,or near the same.

Anyways he carried you all the way to Erebor ,with ease as well,he was indeed strong,and that was a long journey ,you even offered to walk but nope he would not take it. And after all the dragon stuff ,it was clear to you that he was suffering from dragon sickness ,he made everyone search for the arkenstone except you and Bilbo. You'll never guess what he requested you to do... Well he was on his throne and he was like "y/n ,come here" okay in which you did. "sit on my lap" nope and you walked away ,damn we he so forward now,you missed the shy Thorin.

It got worse and worse and soon enough Thranduil's army had arrived ,aswell as laketown ready to fight to claim what was theirs. Thorin was being a little bitch ,when practially he was a billionare,stopped sitting on bilbo , he isnt Dildo Gaggins ,not a huge stick up your butt.  Frankly you had enough.

"Thor ,if you dont snap out of it , I am going to show all these elves my breasts,you wouldn't allow a young woman to do such a think would you?" okay so blackmail is the only thing you could think of ,Thorin basically ignored you. "OI YOU FLAT ASS KING!" you  had gained the kings attention ,as Thranduil looked up at you ,as did Thorin as you began to lift your shirt up,revealing your belly button then high and high. UNtil two arms gripped your middle lifting you out of view. "No,I will not allow an elven king see my ones breasts,nor an one else" he had growled ,you had lifted your hands up in surrender ,well you tried.

He just told you he was your one and you was like ''okay bro,you do you. " ,well you didn't believe it ,you just thought it was the dragon sickness,you were the only female around ..  

Then of course he tried to throw Bilbo over, which that didn;t happen he escaped ,little rat,he is cute boy though, he did what was right. In which it got worse everyone fighting and such ,Thorin had went back to this throne ,so you had followed him with a better plan than before. As you got close to Thorin ,who watched your every move.

"I've been waiting for so long Now I've finally found someone to stand by me We saw the writing on the wall And we felt this magical fantasy Now with passion in our eyes There's no way we could disguise it secretly So we take each others hand 'Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Just remember You're the one thing I can't get enough of So I'll tell you something This could be love

Because I've had the time of my life No, I never felt this way before Yes I swear it's the truth And I owe it all to you."

you had spoke for Thorin to hear as you close with each step,yeah you just quoted song lyrics ,most famously know from dirty dancing ,but yeaah. THorin had stood up to meet you ,and once you had you had cupped his cheeks ,pressing a quick kiss to his lips,before cheekly pinching his butt making him gasp.

"Thorin it isn't right, we must help them ,please." as you said his actual name he knew he had to ,his bestfriend he had abandon trying to kill, maybe a little more than friend,could be dead.  He had sent you a smile before grabbbing your hand throwing his crown off. "wait you need a shirt like you gave bilbo ,I have feeling you will need it..thor son of odin."

And lucky you did say that and say hold on dude this sounds fishy ,why azog look like a shark off that will smith fish movie,fish tale? Oh its trap kili ,fili come here. THus you saved the Durins lives.

"hey if you are thor that makes your younger brother Loki ,wait he's dead sorry, uh your sister dis ,Loki and Fili and Kili Hela because her dad is LOki-not saying your sister is a man -well she looks like it-oh um sorry ,very handsome though."

[elsanna-shenanigans]

August Contest Submission #7: The path of the rose

Words: ca. 3,500 Setting: Canon Lemon: no CW: None

The path of the rose

The climb was steep; it was slippery, the narrow - barely threaded path, treacherous and unforgiving. Elsa’s hands were bandaged in bloodied rags, same as her feet, but the aching from the blisters had dulled days ago. When she finished climbing the side of the sharp ridge, she stood alone on the edge - almost defiantly - overlooking the great misty valley ahead; the whiskers of fur around her neck fluttered at the wild wind’s mercy, mirroring the few short locks of hair that framed her sunburned cheeks. 

Her pale lips were chapped, her arms bruised and cut, but her determination was stronger. Only the last step remained; only one final test to overcome.

Before she descended into the white unknown of the mists, she took out the small silver locket that hung from her neck and stared at the tiny, hand painted portrait of a copper-haired, care-free smiling girl. 

‘I will be home soon.’ Elsa thought; her image was the only warmth she needed deep into the mountains.

-ooo-

As each blast crossed the air, they all bursted into sparkling droplets, like diamonds shining under the gentle winter’s sun.

Anna watched - wide-eyed and riveted, as the girl danced in the middle of the forest’s small clearing.

Each movement brought another glimmering streak of pure white ice; as she moved, as her body twisted and her feet shifted elegantly, waves and pillars and spirals rose and fell on the whims of her hands’ motions and the determined gaze in her blue eyes. 

Badly hidden as she was - alongside the bushes that covered the edge of the forest’s clearing, it didn’t take long for the other girl to notice her. Those same crystal-blue eyes peered at the blushing redhead curiously, tilting her head as if she was looking at some harmless, cute critter.

Anna had seen those clothes before, if only in the few times her father had allowed her to accompany him to the northern market. The round strips of fabric falling on the sides of the skirt, knotted at the small of the girl’s back, the sleeveless, blue and brown shirt and the strange, spiral-shaped bracers that covered her forearms, only the Magi - the outsiders - wore such refined clothing. 

Once she noticed those exotic, sky-colored clothes, her hands immediately pulled at her dirty apron and plain long skirt, her feet shifting around shyly.

“Hello.” The girl’s voice was crisp and clear when she came closer, standing right underneath the trees’ shadows; small dots of light coming from the foliage peppered her face and shining, white hair. “Who are you?”

“Anna!” She squeaked. The Magi girl nodded, and after a few awkward seconds, Anna offered her hand, which the other shook, a soft smile pulling at her lips.

“I’m Elsa. Elsa Northwind.”

-ooo-

No matter how much her mother tried, Anna refused to be caged in the peaceful but boring rhythm of life in her small village. Sneaking out into the woods became a form of art for her: sometimes, all she needed was for Iduna to turn her head as they went about their business at the market for Anna to slip out of sight.

Anna’s teen years passed in a mixture of the smell of freshly-baked bread at her family’s tavern and the almost minty smell of pine needles from her excursions into the forest, accompanied always by Elsa. They would see each other in town as well every now and then, whenever Elsa’s people travelled down the mountains to trade with the villagers, but the harsh gaze of her mother kept them apart; at least, whenever she was around. Anna didn’t care about her parent’s prejudice, of course. Elsa’s magic was marvelous, a miracle that should be cherished and admired. It held great power, great dangers too, yes, but also, so much beauty that words sometimes failed her to describe it.

As time went by, Elsa’s powers grew stronger, and more intricate. She gave Anna small trinkets of ice that never melted: small delicate snowflakes, small mounted-knights like the stories the redhead found so fascinating and that soon littered the wooden desk on Anna’s room, and when the redhead’s fifteenth birthday arrived, a blushing Elsa travelled on her own all the way to the edge of town. Hidden behind a barnyard, her trembling hands put a pair of earrings and a simple but shining necklace on Anna’s hands.

“Thank you…” Anna whispered as she put the earrings, feeling her heart swell and expand, as it always did whenever her friend was around. 

“It was nothing,” Elsa smiled shyly, and then, her eyes went wide as Anna kissed her cheek, grinning brightly at her while her hands pulled nervously at her twintails.

It was a smile as bright as summer, Elsa felt. She had begun to understand what those feelings were, the ones that swirled and slow-danced in her belly any time she was alone with Anna. Unbeknownst to her, Anna too had begun to understand.

-ooo-

Small ripples broke the calm surface of the lake as Anna’s bare feet rested at its edge, mirroring Elsa’s. 

The world had stilled around them; the setting sun at their back enlarged the pine’s shadows, and the birds called their farewells for the day in casual chirpings. It was a feign calm, however, an illusion of peace like the lake’s surface, for underneath feelings stirred and moved around like wildlife.

Anna’s hand covered Elsa’s, and when she turned to look at the blonde, as naturally as a leaf’s fall, they leaned closer to one another, until their lips met shyly. Aged 17, Anna had her first kiss. Aged 17, she kissed her best friend for the first time.

It was as soft of a touch as she had imagined.

She cupped Elsa’s cheek as their kiss held strong, the sudden rupture of a years long-tension lifting her with the warmest of feelings. When they finally separated - the orange tinge of dusk blazing on Anna’s hair, Elsa’s smile was shy but sincere; her pale hand played with a curly lock of copper hair, the other raising to caress a freckled cheek with her thumb.

“Just like that…” She whispered, making Anna smirk at her.

“Yes…” she leaned forward again, whispering into Elsa’s lips. “Just like that…”

Their second, and their third kiss were even more sweet. A shared dream, finally made true; a joining of hearts, a bridge being built between two souls.

They held a small ceremony a few months later, not in the traditional ways of Anna’s people - whom would never bless their union - but in the Magi way, in the aftermath of a sleepless night, both sitting in front of a small fire, holding hands with a long shawl draped around both their shoulders.

Anna’s hair was braided, same as Elsa’s, with small red and blue ribbons, each one taking the other’s colours.

Neither of them had wanted to wait. It was clear there would never be someone else; Elsa’s soul reflected on Anna’s eyes, and vice versa, as the oldest of the Magi pronounced them soulmates, bound by the will of the land and the ancestors of their two bloods.

-ooo-

The first time Anna visited the Magi campament had been during the harshest winter in recent memory. Caught under the heavy storm - the snow hail thick and inclement, Elsa had insisted they went back towards her home instead of risking the travel through the forest and into Arendelle’s lands. Barely protected by Elsa’s magic, they managed to arrive before Anna had passed out. Her wavering consciousness, however, registered a few things as they dragged her towards what she presumed was Elsa’s tent: the weird cone-shape of the stone and wood structures and the curious gazes of the mages they came across.

Once inside, she was put in a bundle of furs - the same colours, she noticed, as the ones on Elsa’s winter coat - and momentarily left alone in front of a small fire. After she managed to regain some body heat so she could stop shaking, she looked around. Her love’s home was sparse, but that didn’t surprise her: she knew how little Elsa cared about wealth or status. There were a few things of note, of course: she saw some of her childhood paintings hanging above the floor-levelled bed, as well as the bead necklace she had made her after their… Anna blushed, thankful it would most likely go unnoticed given her whole face must’ve been red from cold exposure and the tent’s fire.

Finally, Elsa came back, holding in her hand some herbs that she quickly threw into the pot above the fire. After she sat down next to Anna, she hugged her, taking a few wet strands of auburn hair out the way before kissing her temple.

Now inside the safe confines of Elsa’s tent, Anna finally relaxed, leaning into her love’s embrace.

After a while, as sleepiness began to dampen her thoughts, she turned to gaze at the small assortment of trinkets close to the bed, and the blonde’s eyes followed her curiously.

“Do you know…?” Anna asked shyly, looking at the bead necklace. Elsa’s smile turned into a smirk, and that told Anna that she, in fact, knew its true meaning.

Each bead on it was meant to signify each year of her life before a couple consummated their marriage. It was an old tradition that her village still carried around and that she had wanted to preserve herself.

“Of course I do.” Elsa said, leaning forward and giving her a long, drawn out kiss that tasted of longing. Anna could understand why. They could never be together, as her mother and father were. They could never walk around town hand in hand, nor would they live the joys of motherhood… but it was something she had made her peace with, same as Elsa.

They had each other, and that was enough. For her, their marriage was real, as real as the stars in the night sky, as the snowy mountains and the glimmers of light from the morning dew.

Before both shed their clothes and shared Elsa’s bed, long hours passed, full of gentle kisses and whispered words, filling the humble dwelling with warmth. Anna knew of what lay ahead, but for the moment all she could do was to embrace her lover’s naked form, holding on to her and praying for the future to be gentle, to spare them of heartbreak and loss.

-ooo-

“You shouldn’t be here!” Anna hissed - yet unable to stop her smile. Elsa only smirked at her, her hands precariously hanging to the wooden frame of her wife’s sill. Thankful that the window didn’t creak too loudly, she fully opened it, allowing the cloaked blonde inside.

Elsa pulled down her hood, letting her waist-long hair fall down her back freely; it sparkled under the single candlelight that humbly lit the room.

“What if someone saw you?” Anna asked, trying to keep her tone down and putting her hands on her hips while her brow furrowed (and yet, still smiling). The young mage rolled her eyes playfully, waving her hand airily as ice tendrils encircled her fingers, turning black at the end.

“Mist spell,” she stated matter-of-factly. Nonetheless, seeing that Anna’s frown was still in place, she leaned forward, planting a quick peck on her lips, gently putting her hands on her freckled arms and gently rubbing her thumbs over her work-tanned skin.

Anna finally cracked, joining their foreheads and softly sighing while her hand caressed Elsa’s cheek.

“You should be preparing…” she muttered.

“Hush…” Elsa put a finger on those rosy, enticing lips, gazing into her wife’s worried eyes. Gently, she touched the small blue ribbon that hung from a small braid on Anna’s auburn hair.

“I brought you something.”

From her satchel, Elsa produced a single, red rose, of a shade not crimson but rather hanging in between the color of dusk and of blood. Before she gave it to Anna, she used her magic to envelope it in ice, the kind that had taken her years to master - if only to make her friend happy that her gifts would not melt.

Anna’s retort never came, much to Elsa’s joy. She fully knew that if she had allowed Anna’s questions to continue, both of them would cry. Elsa didn’t want that; she wanted her last memory of Anna before she began her journey to be one where her beloved smiled, where her light reached her eyes and her cheeks came alive, highlighting the freckles she had come to adore.

Suddenly, Anna embraced her, pulling her face against the crook of her neck.

“When do you leave?” Anna muttered, her voice thick and constrained. Her embrace tightened, a gesture that Elsa reciprocated fiercely.

“Tomorrow.” 

“Promise me…” The brokenness of Anna’s voice carried such a heavy weight Elsa’s heart could barely withstand it. Elsa nodded for a response. 

Her efforts had been for naught; the first tears began to fall from her eyes, soon followed by Anna.

The quiet summer night witnessed the two lovers say their farewells and claim their last, desperate kisses before Elsa vanished into the darkness. She did not tell her wife a small fact, one she wanted to keep a secret until she came back. She had gotten the rose from the same small clearing where they first met, more than a decade ago.

-ooo-

Each Magi - born of a unique element - knew of the trials that awaited for them the moment they came of age. Elsa had anticipated - and dreaded in equal measure - that moment.

A lonesome travel towards the white heart of the world, Ahtohallan, where her worth would be tested. Even with her magic, it would take her months to arrive there while sorting all kinds of danger: the great beasts of the North, immune to magic, and outcasts and renegade mages who had failed in their own paths.

The few ones who came back became full members of her tribe, wielders of power beyond belief.

She had prepared her whole life for it, and when the time arrived, she began her journey, armed with only her small satchel and her wits.

Then, when she finally reached the white valley - full of barren twig trees and ice-shards coming out the ground, taller than a man and so pure they contained every color imaginable, her resolve was tested.

This final trial, however, she failed.

-ooo-

Anna, aged 24, remained stubbornly single as the years rolled by - as it was the nature of time in such a small village - much to the chagrin of her mother and the enjoyment of the gossiping matrons. She didn’t care about the rumors, of course, and she didn’t give explanations to her mannered but firm rejections of the few men who had tried to court her.

None of them had seen her as she looked longingly into the night’s sky from her room’s window. None of them knew of the tears she shed when alone, of the shattered dreams and the broken illusions; none of them knew of the flower patterned she had kept, or the new one she had knitted for her - meant as a humble gift for when she returned, both resting in the depths of a wooden chest below her bed.

Elsa had not come back. Every gift she had given her had melted; even her parting rose had, but the flower - unfrozen and weak - had not died.

In the two years that had gone by since she left, Anna had turned to her everyday life, not in search of solace but in search of purpose. Her night’s at her family’s tavern were busy, and she had tried to share the simple joys of her people; she had tried to see past her grief, but a part of her never could. The moments of loneliness that remained were all filled with gleaming memories - full of the pale color of Elsa’s hair and eyes, full of the memory of her smell, of her lopsided, teasing smiles and the feeling of her skin, her hands and her lips.

She never allowed bitterness to rot inside her. Instead, she tried to smile when she remembered her, to honor her memory by living as fully as she could, as fully as someone who had lost half her soul and all her love could.

Outside the tavern, in the small backyard, Elsa’s rose now lay amongst many others, bushes and many kinds of flowers arranged into a vibrant garden that Anna took care of.

She didn’t care about the future. All she had was her own life, and those memories she had bowed to keep alive. It was all she could do, for now she knew miracles did not happen, and life’s cruelness left nothing behind.

And still, she kept on living, and remembering, each and every single day.

-ooo-

Anna yelped, pulling her pricked finger into her mouth. Stopping herself from cursing, she quickly dismissed the injury and continued her work, trimming the small branches of the flowers in her garden, careful not to touch the one that remained in the center, the one whose color resembled the tone of her own hair.

She continued to work under the heavy summer’s sun, pulling weeds, nursing the dirt and watering her small kingdom of color. Unconsciously, she whipped the back of her hand over the white cloth over her head, leaving some dirt marks on it.

From behind her ear, hung a small braid with a blue ribbon on it.

After a while, the pain from kneeling became too uncomfortable; after all, waiting tables at the tavern all night was hard on the small of her back. It was only when she stood up that she saw the cloaked figure standing right next to her garden, and Anna yelped once again, taking a step back while clutching her chest with her hand before her eyes properly looked at the lean person standing just there, who looked back at her with clear-blue eyes.

Anna’s teal eyes widened; the small shovel on her gloved hands fell with a soft thud.

The cloaked figure took off her hood, revealing a woman of delicate features: prominent cheekbones that complimented the small, badly cut locks of pale-white hair.

Anna thought herself mad; surely, the summer’s heat had made the apparitions of her dreams come to life. But if so, why did Elsa look so weary? Why were her arms covered in soiled rags, and why were her feet bare and dirty?

More than that, why was her beloved’s - her wife’s - face covered in scars, her cheeks sunburned?

But perhaps it was a feverish dream, she reasoned as her breath failed her, for Elsa’s eyes remained the same: gentle and caring, shining with a light of their own, the light that had made her fall in love for her as the years of her childhood went away and her feelings grew as they both did. 

Elsa stepped inside her backyard, kneeling in front of the roses. Her index finger graced the petals of the red rose, and when she turned to face Anna again, a long path of tears had already made its way down her cheeks. Unsurprisingly, Anna sniffed loudly, the hard beatings of her heart drumming against her ears.

“You kept it…” Elsa said, her voice failing her after that single sentence.

If this was truly madness, Anna was glad she could give away her sanity just for the chance of this moment to continue. Whatever was the case, she couldn’t wait; she had waited long enough.

Anna raced the few steps that separated them, practically jumping into Elsa’s open arms.

“Ouch!” Elsa whined a little, even if her smile was as big as Anna had ever seen it.

Anna peppered kisses all over her, all over the bruises and scars that marred the perfect skin of Elsa’s cheeks; her hands clutched her face, not willing to ever let go as they exchanged kiss after kiss, laughing and crying all the same.

She didn’t care about the astonished glances of the few onlookers. Whatever the world held, it didn’t matter to either of them anymore.

Anna would gladly live her life as an outcast, would rather go back to Elsa’s tribe and begin anew than to be swayed by people who didn’t matter. What could matter more than to have Elsa miraculously in her arms again, to feel her warmth and the intensity of her ocean-like gaze, full of love and full of life.

She had so many questions, but those were for later. As Elsa happily cried, murmuring muffled words of devotion, Anna knew the path that brought her back also didn’t matter; what mattered was this instant, made happen by the will of her wife, who had come back to her, never a moment late.

-ooo-

After she reached the heart of the world, the heart of winter, Ahtohallan, Elsa had been given a choice; to give up her heart, her memories, to share the power and might lay dormant in her blood.

She knew that choice was no choice at all. The ancient presence had not cared nor passed judgment when she made her decision; after a brief flash of light she found herself laying in the ground, staring at the clear blue sky. Deep in the wilderness of the northern mountains, she knew the path back home would take her a long time; her chances of survival - being stripped of all her magic - little to none.

All she could do was persevere, and so she did, travelling back through an entire continent, just to keep her promise. After all, it was to Anna to whom she had promised.

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A WISH FOR FORGIVENESS (P.6) - U.R.

Warnings: descriptions of a storm, imprisonment (and its consequences), wounds, blood, and this is like super long

Series masterlist can be found here

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Dark clouds blocked the moon’s effort of giving light to the world beneath her. The raging sea climbed higher and higher around them, forming great mountains to conquer. The harsh and cold wind capable of throwing a man overboard made the boat roll from side to side and promised nothing but devastation.

It was as if the sea wanted to emphasize his awful feeling and play with the awful feeling that was eating him up from the inside. Like the sea wanted to be another source of trouble.

But no matter how dangerous the sea was tonight, the boat refused to turn around and find safety. Ubbe was crouching behind the side of the boat, his hand clutching the wood in a desperate way to keep himself from falling into the water. Behind him, he heard the men that agreed to come with him on this journey. Their words blocked by the sounds of the storm, but he knew that they were crying out for help. His name, his splendid reputation as a warrior and the story of his brother’s betrayal had convinced them all to follow him blindly in search of his lost love. All of them eager to be part of history, at the side of Ubbe Ragnarsson. All of them eager to be rewarded once they set foot in Kattegat again.

It appeared that the Gods wanted to punish their greedy motives. And as Thor continued to beat his hammer, the men fought with all their power against the forces of nature around them.

Shivering in his wet clothes, as the waves climbed over the edge of the boat, sat Hvitserk. He was sitting beside his older brother, bound to the side in hope of not losing him to the waves. He was still weakened by the wound on his chest and almost unable to stand up. And although the prince had changed clothes and smeared the best ointment the healers could come up with on his wound, the five cuts refused to heal. The cold sea water stung his eyes, but he kept them wide open, focused on his older brother whose gaze remained in front of him. There where, back when the sun still lightened their way, they saw a coastline.

With the small beads of light that somehow escaped the thick clouds above, Ubbe was able to figure out the shape of houses at the edge of – what he figured must be – the coast. The soft light produces by lanterns that could lead people through the streets flickered on each one of them.

“Do not give up!” His voice boomed out. His eyes remained on the lights as his hands clutched the wooden side of the boat hard. It seemed as if all conscious thought about the storm was erased from his mind. And Hvitserk wondered if his brother wasn’t gambling with their lives. “We are almost there.”

Ubbe’s screams were lost in the storm. No man could hear him. Even if they did, his words could no longer fuel their beliefs. Fear had struck their bodies and turned them one for one in scarred and tiny men. Even Hvitserk, who fought hard to be on this boat was doubting his own sanity at this point. But Ubbe had no fear or doubt inside his body. He simply kept on staring in front of him at the small lights. Confident that he would, somehow, be able to get there.

---

A gentle wind blew over the beach. Together with the sun, it warmed the sand and the small houses that stood at random along the coastline. The day had just begun, but a surprisingly large group of people had been awake already. All of them running around frantically, trying their best to fix the damage to their houses.

One girl, carrying a large basket with her seemed unaware of the frantic state of the people around her. Her long braid danced behind her as she contently hopped over rocks and puddles of mud on her way to the beach. The sun kissed the apples of her cheek and gave them a rosy colour. Just like everyone else in town, the girl had experienced an extremely short night. With every strike of lightning and every thunderstruck, the girl had shot awake, looking around and praying that her house had not lit up in flames, as had happened in her dreams.

The townsfolk watched her with annoying eyes as she passed them, snorting at her cheerful pass. She was lucky to live in a home big and strong enough to withstand a storm without failure. It was the smith’s wife that dared to open her mouth and question the young girl.

“Tove… Dear.” Her tone was as light and gentle as she could get it to be, but even with her best efforts the woman could not hide her anger. “What are you up to today?”

“Why good morning, Hilda. I am off to the beach. The storm that passed might have brought some gifts for me!”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned around and continued her path. The smith’s wife shook her head at the child, muttering about her ignorance under her breath. Secretly, she hoped that the rumours were untrue, and that the girl’s house was damaged, just like any other home.

Before she realized it, Tove arrived at the beach. Her smile only widened when her eyes fell on some wood.

Maybe I am the one who can find something big today!

It had been a long tradition for Tove and her father to come to beach each time a storm had passed. Her father believed that storms were the way the sea cleansed itself. All kinds of objects could be found scattered over the sand for everyone to find, at least if they looked closely enough. Her father had a gift for working with his hands. He had a keen eye for valuables and made his living as a merchant. Aside from that, he had the gift of somehow coming up with answers to every question he was presented with.

However, the storm that had passed yesterday had been unusually disastrous and the damage to the village could not be ignored. Thus, Tove decided to scout the beach alone as her father walked through the village to see how other people were doing.

The young girl ran eagerly towards the pile of wood in front her. She did not know why, but it called her name. Kneeling beside the pile, she started rummaging through it. The want to prove herself growing stronger now that it was actually happening. Quickly, the young girl became impatient and she started throwing the most broken pieces all around her. Her smile faltered as she saw nothing. She had to find something! She had to return home with a real treasure and make her father proud. As she lifted one of the last pieces of wood, a glimmer made her freeze.

A treasure!

With big eyes, she took the object of the sand. It was wrapped up in a piece of old cloth, but whatever was inside seemed to shine through the fabric. Very carefully, she took out the object. It was grey and long, still it fitted perfectly in her hand.

“Odd. I have never seen something like this…” She mumbled.

The girl narrowed her eyes and held it closer to her eyes. It was a sword! Only a very, very tiny one! With one of her fingers, she brushed lightly over the back of the dragon that slithered around it. It was beautiful.

Tove giggled. She knew that her father would be so proud. Her giggle soon became louder and turned into a fit of laughter. She could not help herself and twirled around. Her skirt waved around her and created a big circle. This was the kind of treasure that she hoped to find.

Her laughter died down once she looked up. Only now did she look around and noticed the wreckage that the sea had left behind on the sand. With one glance at the small object in her hands the girl understood that this must have belonged to someone on that ship.

Curiously, she stepped closer towards the remains. The sand crunched underneath her feet as she slowly got closer. Her heart was pounding against her chest and nervous giggles kept escaping her mouth. As she neared the ship, her eyes fell on four people lying amongst the wooden leftovers. Three men lay underneath pieces of wood. Blood and sand stained their wet, ripped clothes. Their eyes were closed, and their faces relaxed. It looked like they were sleeping peacefully, but the girl knew better. The sea had claimed their lives.

A bit further from them, near the sea lay another man on his back. His eyes were closed as well, but as she walked towards him, she saw how his chest went up and down in time with his breathing.

He was still alive!

The man’s dirty blond locks were filthy due the sand and his braids were loose. His clothes were stained with blood and sand, just like his companions, but his seemed to be more expensive. As Tove hovered above him, she held her breath. Fear and curiosity ran through her body. Never before had she discovered a man that was fortune enough to have survived a storm. She did not know what to do.

She reached out her hand to touch the man’s forehead. She had seen some women to this to their children as they coughed or were in pain, so it must be something that helped. But before her skin could make contact with his, the man coughed loudly. He spat out water and scrunched up his face. Startled, the girl ran away. Not noticing how the blond-haired man fell limp right after she disappeared behind the corner.

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Hvitserk groaned as his eyes opened and he was met by the blinding light of the sun. Little pained gasps left his mouth as he tried with all his might to push himself upwards. With teary red eyes, Hvitserk looked around. He did not know where he was. He could only hope that this was the place they were looking for. He let out a long breath as his eyes fell on the ship. The four men that had come with him and his brother on this journey lay death in front of him and made him quickly look away again. The sight of their resting bodies made him feel vulnerable.  

A light caught his eyes and made him blink. Beside him as if tossed there so he would be the one to find it, was the silver-grey pin Ubbe had found in the forest. This little thing had made his brother decide to jump on the first ship available and find his lost love. Hvitserk’s breathing fastened once he remembered his brother. He was not among the man lying dead in the sand. But as his eyes scanned the whole area, he saw nothing that could lead him to his older brother.  

“Brother…” Hvitserk’s low and hoarse voice was almost unintelligible. “Ubbe?”

There was no response. Hvitserk called out again, louder this time. But still, no response.

Slowly, Hvitserk turned towards the sea. His heart hammered against his chest. Until a few seconds ago, the wound on his chest burned with every breath he took, and his muscles ached with every move, but now he felt numb. Their ship had lost its battle against the raging sea. The men that seemed honoured to go with his brother on this mission lay dead on the sand in front of him. And his brother wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Hvitserk never felt so lost.

Hvitserk’s arms gave out and he let himself fall down on the sand. His eyes stared up at the clear blue sky above him. The sea was calm, there were no clouds and the wind was nothing but a soft breeze. A perfect time to set sail.

He remembered Ubbe’s dedication. It had taken them days to collect everything to go on this journey. Yet Ubbe never faltered. He wanted to come here and save his mermaid, his friend. On the way to their rushed departure, both men bumped into many obstacles, the biggest one without doubt their own brother Björn, who wanted to warn Ubbe on his ‘impulsive’ ways. Ubbe had still immense respect for all the things his older brother had accomplished, but his words meant nothing to him anymore. He only hoped that one day they would be able to look each other in the eye, without being reminded of the wrongs that were done.

Hvitserk’s bleeding chest did not bother him anymore. The young prince just lay there. His breathing slowed down as he felt himself getting tired. And slowly, he gave in to the darkness that overcame him.

The two arms that sneaked under his woke Hvitserk up. Startled but unable to fight back, he shouted out. The strangled scream echoed around him. He tried kicking his legs, but his movements were weak. The intruder simply laughed tiredly and continued to drag the wounded prince in the direction of the houses. Hvitserk heard his abductor let out a deep breath and then the two arms disappeared. Hvitserk had no idea where he was brought to. He tried to push himself up with his elbows and look around, but the wound on his chest prevented him from doing so.

“Stop it. You’re making it worse”

The words gave new power to Hvitserk who suddenly found himself able to sit up straight. Before him, was his older brother Ubbe.

“Ubbe?”

Ubbe looked up for a second. His clothes were drenched, and his eyes were red. The man looked as if he had not slept in weeks. He had a large gash on his temple, his lip and eyebrow were cut, and a bruise had turned a dark purple on his jaw.

“It seems like after all Björn was right. This journey was cursed.”

Hvitserk frowned at Ubbe’s tone. He sounded broken, defeated. At his younger brother’s silence, Ubbe smiled bitterly. He was going to save you from the hell you got thrown into. And instead, he only condemned others to the exact same fate.

“You cannot hate yourself for all of this, brother.”

Ubbe laughed dryly, not believing one bit of Hvitserk’s words.

Ubbe shook his head. He had failed himself. He had failed those men. And above all, he had failed you. His eyes were cold and dull as he looked back at the place where those poor men lay. Hvitserk followed his gaze and felt that awful feeling in his stomach return. He knew his brother was blaming himself for all of this. He knew that the hope he had parted with was shattered into pieces.

Hvitserk cleared his throat, successfully getting Ubbe’s attention. With a shaky hand, he took something out of his pocket and laid it in the hands of his older brother. Ubbe’s eyebrows shot up as he stared down at the silver pin.

His thumb stroked softly over the dragon’s head. Ubbe thought he had lost it to the sea. Now, here it lay. He had carefully chosen this pin above others. The other pins the old lady sold were all beautiful one by one. But only this one gave Ubbe the right feeling. It was the only one that showed how he felt. Ubbe’s knuckle turned white as he clenched his fingers around the small object. The tail of the dragon slowly cut into his flesh. The stinging pain brought only a short relief from the voices inside his head, but like true monsters they kept repeating how he destroyed your only change at freedom.

The silence was deafening. A cold figure sitting in between them and making Hvitserk feel beaten. Ubbe’s body betrayed himself and a sob passed his lips. His stone-cold expression broke down and Hvitserk watched how his brother turned into a defeated man.

“And… Now?” He said softly, afraid that his words could hurt his brother more.

Hvitserk was lost. He did not know what to do. But the sight of his older and wiser brother sitting there in the sand scared him to death.

“Now… we pray that she will forgive me and that her faith is not what I fear it is. If luck is on our side, we may find a boat leaving this place soon. In that way, we can return home.”

The words passed his lips slowly, as if it burned him to say them out loud. Hvitserk frowned at his brother. Confusion written all over his face. This was not the brother he parted with. The words he just said sounded like a lame and pathetic effort in finding comfort in this situation. Ubbe did not even believe his own words, but for once found it was better to try and live with that lie.

“You’re leaving her behind?” Hvitserk could not wrap his head around it. With pained grunts, he placed his hands behind him and pushed himself until he leaned forward. Ubbe tilted his head at him, a look of concern painted his features.

“Do not give me that look” Hvitserk snarled. “You wanted to be here. We are here now. Look at these,” he panted, pointing at his chest. The moment his hand left the ground, the young prince almost lost his balance, his muscles still too weak to support himself. Ubbe lifted one hand, a gesture to offer some help, but Hvitserk roughly slapped it away. “This is the prove that she is not to be here. She knew what would happen to her. She fought with all her might. She- “Hvitserk looked down, broken as he remembered your screams and pleads.

Ubbe shook his head and shuffled closer to his brother. With both his hands, he supported the young man in front of him. Hvitserk stared up at him, almost forcing him to say something. But Ubbe kept his lips stubbornly shut tight.

“Let me help you fix this. This is also my fault. You are the one she needs now.”

His last words broke the everlasting scowl on Ubbe’s face. The wall that he had put around himself crumbled and Hvitserk saw the light reappear in his brother’s eyes. A ghost of a smile grew on Ubbe’s lips as he pressed his forehead against his brother’s. The two sat there in their brotherly embrace, until Hvitserk broke the moment.

“So… Now?”

“You must rest now. We will break in at sunset.”

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The dry grass crackled underneath their feet as the two men slowly sneaked their way past the different houses. The sun had set over the small village and most residents had abandoned the streets to find comfort in their homes. Hvitserk’s breathing was harsh and deep, but the man was for once able to stand up tall. The facts that he had been able to encourage his older brother to not lose faith restored some of his energy. His feet often lost their grip on the ground, but thankfully he never fell.

Ubbe’s heart was pounding against his chest while the nerves ran down his body. One by one they passed the houses, trying to get a glimpse inside to see where Sólir may be living. With every house he passed, Ubbe grew more restless. He did not know where he could find you, Björn was uncertain of Sólir’s exact location. And he did not know in what state you would be in. Days had gone by before Ubbe had arrived here. Time and the unknown had always intrigued Ubbe, but now they were his greatest enemy. With every step, the fear of what he would come across became larger. Every peak inside a home that resulted in a beautiful sight of a couple sitting together with their children, made the anger well up in his chest.

At last, Ubbe peeked through a window to be met with the sight of a strange tank made of glass. It rested on a big wooden block and was filled to the brink with water. It was clear the glass cage had not been cleaned ever since it had been made, for the water had turned a filthy shade of grey. Ubbe rumbled in rage as he saw you laying on the bottom of your cage, miserable, and severely injured. Ubbe tried to see if anyone was with you, but nobody seemed to be inside. There wasn’t an evidence of a fire burning and the only light that lit up the room was that from the setting sun. No sounds could be heard around them.

With a simple nod of his head he signalled his younger brother, who stood on the lookout a bit further away.

The door jammed as Ubbe tried to open it. With a hard push with his shoulder it eventually flew open. The door slammed harshly against the wall, making some pots fall of their shelf. The sound echoed through the room. Ubbe bit his lip as his eyes fell on you. Very softly, he called out your name, but the sound did not seem to have reached your ears. You just lay on the bottom of your glass cage, your arms crossed over each other with your eyes shut tight.

Ubbe swallowed and stepped closer. His little brother following him like a shadow. Just like Ubbe, his eyes were only focused on you. Your hair was cut short and it was clear that some pieces were missing. Cuts and burn marks covered your skin and your tail had lost some of its vibrant colour.  

Still, you were alive.

Ubbe shook his head, the pin in his pocket felt heavier with the moment. Again, he whispered out your name as he crouched beside you. This time, you opened your eyes.

“Y/N. Why - Oh no…” Ubbe leaned forwards, his forehead resting against the glass as your eyes finally met his blue ones. The white of your eyes had turned a crimson red, together with the dark circles and hollowed cheeks, you looked like death was standing right next to you. Hvitserk watches with widened eyes, his arms remained at his sides as the young man stood there perplexed.

“I am getting you out of this mess I put you in.”

His promise was met by a deafening silence. The only sound heard was the water splashing against something as you moved to lay on your side. The task seemed almost impossible for you. The tank wasn’t very large, only just wide enough to fit you in, leaving barely any room for you to adjust your position. Ubbe pressed his fist against the glass, his eyes pleading with you.

“Please. Do not give up. I am here to help. Truly.”

Again, his pleads were met by silence. Ubbe grew nervous as he looked right into your eyes, but only saw them stare blankly back at him. His heart hammered, and a lump formed in his chest. Ubbe stepped back and raised his hand, letting it glide over his hair. The young man paced around the tank, not knowing what to do. It made him feel dizzy, yet nothing in his brain told him to stop. Hvitserk frowned at the scene in front of him. He had not expected you to be so cold towards him, so unresponsive. As his eyes fell on you again, he peered intently at your hand. You had raised it up as high as you could so now it was pressed against the top of your cage. Hvitserk looked at the fine wooden board that formed the roof of your cage. And only now he took notice of the objects strategically placed on it. Hvitserk inched forward as your eyes followed Ubbe in his pacing, your mouth opening and closing, but no sound left your lips.

“Air… You can’t breathe…” he murmured. “You can’t- She-Ubbe, she can’t breathe!” He yelled out, waving his hand to get his brother’s attention. Ubbe stopped his pacing and looking down at you. Immediately he fell down on his knees, pressing his hand against the glass as if he were able to touch you through it. He narrowed his eyes as he saw too that your captivator left no room for air in your cage. His eyes darted around the tank, looking for a way to help you out.

“Help me!” He screamed towards his brother when he noticed too how the fine wooden board kept you inside. “Help me lift this thing off!”

Together, they threw the objects on the ground. With a loud clatter, they fell on the ground and with your last power you pushed the board away, taking big chunks of air as you resurfaced.

Ubbe came closer to you again, lifting your face in his hands. His smile was large and beautiful. He was breathing unevenly, and small chuckles passed his lips. You could only look back at him woozily, but the sight of his relieved face warmed your heart. After a couple of seconds, he suddenly removed his hands from the side of your face. A faint blush covered his cheeks as he cleared his throat. The small giggle you presented him with filled him with joy and made him look up at you again.

“The Gods are with me… For they have kept you alive. I am so glad to see you once again.”

You simply grinned back at him, resting your head on your arms.

A cough mixed with a painful howl made the both of you look up. Hvitserk was leaning against the tank, his breathing very deep while his eyes were closed. The scowl on his face together with the blood that slowly dripped over his hand into the water told his older brother how the wound had opened once again.

“Please. Help him.” Ubbe’s panting made you turn towards him. Fear was evident in his eyes. Your arms started trembling as your muscles were still too weak to hold you up.

“I cannot. I am far too weak to fully heal him.”

“Then help him the best you can.”

“Why should I even try? He was amongst the men who doomed me with this fate.” You spat out; anger evident in your gaze as you stared up at the man beside the tank.

“I need him. He is my little brother. You do not need to forgive him. You do not need to like him.” Ubbe paused, his hand reaching for the pin in his pocket. You gasped as he presented you with it. You hadn’t seen it ever since you lost it, when Björn’s men took you away from the lake, dragging you through the forest. The small thing still looked as beautiful as the day you got it from him. “We- I have let you down. And now I ask you this… Please, help him. And I promise you will be free again.”

With those words, he carefully brushed some of your hair back and clipped it into place. The familiar feeling of the pin in your hair brought back a feeling of trust. Something you thought you would never feel again.

Sighing out, you looked up towards Hvitserk. His eyes met yours a few times, but every time they did, he cast them down again. Regretful of all that happened, ashamed of asking your help.

“It’s funny.” You began. “When I look into your eyes, it’s almost as if I see regret in them.”

Hvitserk nodded his head frantically. “I do… I do regret it.”

You hummed, raising a hand to lay it on Hvitserk’s. He watched curiously how the webbed fingers wrapped themselves around his hand. The cold touch burned his hand, but he did not retrieve it. The stern look on your face captivated him and for some reason, he trusted you to help him.

“Then forgive yourself. Forgive. And heal from the inside.”

“How… How will that help me?”

“You keep reminding yourself of the wrongs you’ve done, Hvitserk. The pain drains your power to heal. You may not believe me, but I do not have a lot of ways to protect myself.” You paused, looking at the confused man in front of you. “Once scratched you will be weakened more every time you are confronted with the mistake I pained you for. You, Hvitserk, have helped a corrupt man in kidnapping me and you let yourself be fooled by stories that contain lies. You fear being rejected because of your mistakes. You fear to make a choice that ends up being the wrong one. And with those thoughts, you hurt yourself. The scratches show only a physical consequence of your mental pain. Learn to live with the consequences, forgive and heal yourself.”

With that you let your hand fall down in the water. Hvitserk stared down at his hand. The cold sensation disappeared slowly, and he watched perplexed how the water you had left behind dried quickly on his hand, as if his skin was absorbing the greyish liquid.

A tingling feeling went up and down his chest, making him pull down his tunic as much as it let him. The edges of his wounds were still a vibrant red, but they were not bleeding anymore. Hvitserk breathed out, nodding his head at his worried brother, and bowed his head in gratitude at you.

“The wound is now closed, but not healed yet. As I said, you must do that for yourself.”

“And with how much of a crybaby you are, I think that will take a while.”

A low voice chuckled out his words, causing the two men jump up and a shiver run down your back.

Sólir had returned.

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Thank you for reading xxx

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DOUBLE DARE

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Harrington!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: In which Billy isn't 'King Billy fucking Hargrove' after the events at the Byers house, he's remorseful and in so much more pain than anyone ever seems to notice.

Song: Dizzy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing, symptoms of PTSD

Words: 2.8K

feedback is always appreciated

Hawkins wasn't the kind of place a teen could take angsty strolls, look up at the sky for a while and all their life problems would be solved. Winter lasted until February, and summer started at the end of July, the months between left void of the joy of sun or snow. It was within this time that Y/N and Billy found solace in each other's chaotic existences.

They'd met a couple times before their relationship had a label, once not knowing each other, and the next, knowing too much.

The first was in the bitter winds of a November night. Y/N Harrington was forced to transfer to Hawkins High after fighting with another girl at Lakewood Academy over something nobody knew. She wasn't happy about it, after working her arse off for the last seventeen years of her life, only for the dream to be someone special and someone her parents would be proud of, to be ripped away from her.

Steve never made it any better, it was fine when he'd bring home random girls while their parents were away (which was more often than not), at least then her record player was loud enough to shut out the moans.

But Nancy had to come along and fuck everything up. Y/N was sickened at the idea of her brother dating her childhood best friend. That wasn't even the worst part though, the sick fucker had to go break his heart too.

Having Steve wallow in self pity for a few days was one thing, but hearing him cry himself to sleep days on end was entirely another.

She took her eye off the ball to make sure it was a sound that never met her ears again. And people at Lakewood began to talk, next thing she knew, Y/N was thrown out when Bethany Wyatt somehow fell unconscious and woke up with a black eye and busted lip.

Her older brother was surprisingly comforting, but the house felt all too suffocating, even without their never-to-be-seen parents around. It took six days for her to finally snap- being cooped up in the same four walls, sappy romcoms playing in the background whilst Steve tried to shrink her after getting an 'A' on his latest psychology paper.

"Leave me the fuck alone, for Christ's sake I'm not one of those kids you babysit! Go piss in Declan's cereal." Y/N roared, cartoon steam clouds escaping her ears.

She and Steve weren't close like some siblings, they didn't do hugs or say 'I love you'. They clashed and fought; the older boy thinking he's always right and that he knows everything, only setting off Y/N's explosive anger.

Steve groaned and stormed up the stairs, following his sister to her room, "His name's Dustin- fuck! You're so immature, you know that? Maybe I do need to babysit you, maybe then you'll learn to accept that you're sad about being kicked out of Lakewood, instead of biting my head off like a little bitch."

Y/N looked up at him incredulously, as if he'd just killed six puppies. She got up from her bed and stood right in front of him, pressing her index finger against his chest accusatory, "I'm not sad, dickwad, I'm furious because I defended myself against a bully and I'm the one who gets punished. It's not my fault she learnt to fight with her words and I fight with my fists. It's not my fault I'm like this, Steve!"

He stared at her for a few moments, watching his little sister's entire body move as her breathing became laboured and heavy.

She pushed past her brother and ran downstairs, "If I'm not back before you wake up, the demogorgon attacked me!"

"That's not-." Steve shouted, only to hear the front door slam shut halfway through his sentence, "funny."

It had been three months since Eleven had returned and saved Hawkins for the second time, Y/N knew they were no longer out there. She also knew it would strike a nerve in her brothers damaged soul and in that moment it was exactly what she wanted. The Harrington girl would probably regret it when she arrived back home in the early hours, knock on Steve's door and he'd tell her he was the one out of line and that it was okay. After all, he was the reason behind why she got expelled.

Y/N found herself running towards the school. In her short pleated skirt, fishnets and combat boots, the girl sprinted all the way through the woods until she found a clearing, and began walking on the side of the road. She should've been terrified to be out in the darkness all alone after the sights that had scarred her eyes, but it calmed her disturbed mind. Her problems faded to insignificance at the idea of being attacked by an inter-dimensional monster.

Her anger had dissipated after an hour or two of strolling back up and down, and she finally began to feel at ease in the cool midnight winds. That's when the sound of a turbocharged engine collapsed her serenity. She turned on her heel, letting the asphalt crunch under her foot as she squinted into the oncoming headlights.

Numbness had spread far enough over her body not to care whether the driver was Steve, a total stranger, or maybe even a creature from the upside down ready to kill her. Y/N shrugged it off and continued wandering, moving into the forest clearing so the muscle car didn't hit her if the driver wasn't paying enough attention.

Her steps became hurried as she heard the engine quieten, gaze kept forwards until the car picked up enough speed to pass her then completely stop. The air in her lungs felt trapped, feet planted to the broken up edge of the road.

"Hey!" A young yet deep male voice called, a mop of gentle dirty blonde curls appearing over the roof as the sound of the metal door opening and shutting cut away at the silence Y/N found herself stuck in. She didn't dare to move, eyes wide in a hazy mix of fear and intrigue.

He began moving around the car, closer to her frozen figure and stopping at what he deemed a safe distance. Billy looked her up and down, not in his usual 'I wanna fuck you' way towards the opposite sex; he checked over every inch of her exposed skin to make sure there were no signs of injury. When he finally met her eyes, he was stunned. They were the colour of milk chocolate edged with a deep forest-green. The two colors seemed to swirl together like moss creeping over rich soil.

Beautiful, he thought, not noticing the deep violet bags which sat beneath them. Y/N hated her eyes for them, yet they hadn't crossed his mind.

"Are you okay, Bambi?" Billy asked cautiously, taking a small step closer to her. His voice felt soft like a warm hug, yet she knew how it could easily be laced with venom. She'd seen his type before, knew how they could act so smooth then at the flick a switch be encased by rage if the word 'no' was introduced to them. She'd dated that type, been manipulated by their silver tongue and soft touch.

"I'm fine." Y/N's voice found the courage to speak, her body pushing past his and continuing its disassociated roam down the empty road ahead. She didn't feel like speaking to anyone, didn't feel like doing anything. Her mind was a wormhole of desolation and all she wanted was some peace away from home life and school life.

"If you want me to get in my car and carry on, I can. But, chances are you're feeling alone and don't-" Billy tried his best to do what he thought was right, he didn't have to stop when he saw her shivering figure at the side of the empty road. Hell, he probably shouldn't have.

"What you do doesn't really affect me, kid." Y/N snarled with no enthusiasm, her words falling hollow and getting lost in the wind.

The girl noticed he didn't speak after that, yet she hadn't heard the distinct sound of a car door opening and shutting either. She turned her head a fraction, not wanting to give him the attention he seemingly so desperately wanted from her but interested to know if she was about to get killed. Y/N rolled her eyes irritably as his taller figure appeared beside her own.

A few minutes passed as they ambled along the never ending barren road side by side without a word exchanged. Y/N felt oddly comfortable, more so than she did in that stupid private school or at home with Steve in constant seldom silence or rage filled bickering.

This silence was pleasant and held no secrets. Mostly due to the fact they were perfect strangers, no lingering expectations to be great or even good. Y/N stole another glance at him through the dark moonlight, his thick shoulder length hair appearing soft in its naturally curly state, and his flawlessly chiselled face hidden by plump cheeks and long eyelashes.

He could've committed some kind of atrocity for all she knew, but is company felt comforting and she wasn't one to judge.

"D'you just plan on following me around all night, then?" Y/N's voice sounded much more mellowed and velvety, her heartbeat no longer erratic in her ears allowing her mind some peace.

Billy sighed and rubbed a hand across his face before stuffing both into the pockets of his denim jacket to find some kind of warmth, "Haven't exactly planned that far ahead, gotta be honest with you. I don't know, I just needed to clear my head, and it seemed like you were doing the same."

"You could say that." Y/N scoffed, her numb mind somehow still managing to make her legs move forwards without stumbling. The biting cold air pricked at her paled skin, but she enjoyed the feeling. It was better than feeling nothing at all. "Fucked up shit happens a lot considering nothing happens around here."

"Did someone hurt you?" The words filled with unease tumbled from his mouth before he had the chance to catch them. Billy couldn't tell himself why he cared, why he was still walking along side this stranger in the dead of night on a Tuesday. Wednesday, now. But after the events at Mrs Byers' house, he had realised he'd become the monster he feared most- his father. If there was anything he could do to stop that, it was all he had done for the past three months.

Y/N smiled at her own stupid actions coming back to the forefront of her memories. She shook her head, still smiling, "That's too complicated to answer right now. Unfortunately, I managed to fuck things up pretty bad all on my own this time."

"I'm listening." Billy's eyes wandered across the unending tree border as he let the girl gather her thoughts and decide whether to indulge him or not.

She did.

"A couple weeks ago I overheard some skanks from my school trash talking my family; you see my brother slept with this girl named Rosie once ages ago so she put herself on a pedestal and thinks her words are gospel now. She was joking with her friends about how we're basically orphans. And then, this is the real kicker, she made up a rumour saying I'd got crabs from sleeping with the gym teacher. Which is hilarious because I'm a virgin still. So, I confronted her, she denied it, and I may or may not have blacked out and beat the living daylights out of her. Last week the dean decided to kick me out, so as of next Monday I'll be back at the shit show they call Hawkins High."

It felt easy to spill her thoughts to this oddly handsome person she'd never met before. Y/N felt like adding, 'oh and there's supernatural demons running around trying to take you to another dimension and kill you, but don't worry, our telekinetic friend saved us. Twice.' But she liked him enough in that moment not to want to scare him away.

"I would've hit her, too." Billy chuckled dryly, realising this girl was stronger than she seemed. His voice picked up after a beat of silence, "Billy, by the way."

"Y/N." She smiled her first warm, genuine smile for a rather long time, and it felt strange and satisfying all at once. Silence fell upon them once again after that, not feeling unpleasant in the slightest. They walked side by side with no destination in mind, Y/N's body bumping against his every now and again. The fist time was an accident, after that she kept on doing it to see the small smile pull at the corners of his lips from the contact.

Her combat boots halted on the torn up asphalt, kicking up small stones a few feet across the road. Without indication to her newfound friend, she switched direction and began walking back towards the other end of the endless road back towards Hawkins away from Lakewood.

"Alright then." Billy quirked an eyebrow at her odd behaviour as he followed and fell back into aimless step with her.

"Billy," she enjoyed the way his name rolled off her tongue, "could you drive me home?" She looked up at him with hope in her eyes, half feigned half real. Y/N was a shell of a person, broken and cold after what her eyes had witnessed, but she really liked the way her mind felt at ease around this boy with fluffy hair and muscular arms.

"Sure."

They made their way up to the car in silence, time running by much quicker with Y/N's spirits lifted. Billy unlocked his Camaro and the two settled into their seats, the heater almost instantly turned up to the highest setting.

"Where are you from, Billy?" Y/N couldn't help herself but ask, she had a knack for wanted to know everything and managing to know everything one way or another. She enjoyed the ever so slight accent in his voice, certainly not from these parts. His olive skin, probably once a lot more tanned and bright, gave it away too. Nobody here got enough vitamin D to look that pretty.

She told him to take the next turning, filling the space his answer was about to fall into. Y/N noticed the sounds of AC/DC playing quietly, one of her all time favourite songs. Steve would buy their albums and she'd buy Madonna when they visited the mall together, then swap when they got back to his car.

"California, my dad remarried and they both wanted a new start, so we ended up here." Billy answered calmly, voice tinged with anguish. The girl gave him another direction and told him to pull up two houses down from her own.

"If my brother saw someone giving me a lift home I think he'd murder you then me, so for everyone's safety it's best not to let him in on our little secret." Y/N grinned halfheartedly up at Billy, realising Steve wouldn't have gone to sleep yet and it was her fault. He was a real dick sometimes, but she wondered if he was the only person in the world to actually give a shit about her.

"Sounds like a real buzzkill." Billy joked with an unknown lightness to his tone, turning the ignition off and settling his gaze on her devastatingly brilliant eyes again.

Y/N nodded and leant over the centre console, wrapping her arms around Billy's much larger torso, he didn't react for a moment, not entirely sure what was happening, but he eventually returned the hug.

"Thanks for stopping earlier, tonight would've been a lot more lonely if you hadn't." Y/N unclasped her seatbelt and unlocked the door, sending the boy a truly heartfelt smile before they said goodbye to one another. He watched her walk down the road and disappear into her driveway, making sure she was safe before he left.

The Harrington girl quietly entered her house, taking off her rather muddy boots and making her way up to her brother's bedroom. She knocked quietly on his door out of politeness but didn't wait for an answer before opening it.

"Steve-" her voice was remorseful, this is how it always went.

He groaned a little from his work desk, eyes failing to stay open consistently, "I know, I'm sorry." Steve sent her a weak smile, knowing how hurt his little sister was at heart.

"Yeah," she sighed, "me too."

Y/N climbed into bed that night with the scent of Billy's strong cologne still clinging to her too, and it made her feel at ease. She slept well for the first time in a very long time, mind for once not plagued by creatures from another world.

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i was listening to “sitting on top of the world” by delta goodrem and my brain thought “hey what if this was a cute young!royai au” so here you go

rated: g | words: 632

“Come on!” Roy urged excitedly as he scrambled up the grassy slope. Hands on the earth, he clawed his fingers into the grass for purchase as he hurried upwards.

“Wait,” his companion complained from behind him. “My legs aren’t as long as yours. I can’t move that fast.”

Roy laughed, but he still paused on the steep incline, one hand in the long grass to steady himself as he turned to watch the younger girl hurrying up behind him. His smile broadened as she held her own. That’s why he loved spending time with Riza so much. She never shied away from a challenge and always sought out adventure alongside him. Whether it was climbing the tallest tree in the forest or digging with bare hands through the underbrush to try and find some worms for fishing, she was right there beside him. She was someone he could be completely himself with. Back in Central, his friends had turned their noses up at climbing trees. Trees were “dirty”. Climbing hills were too exhausting. They wanted to go to nice, clean, play parks. They were fun, but there was something more freeing, Roy thought, about running through a forest and making his own path. It was like a real adventure.

“Come on, slow coach,” he teased, knowing what her reaction would be. The scowl she shot his way made him laugh again.

Rising to the challenge like always, Riza picked up her pace and dashed past him as the incline increased sharply. Her trainers slipped every now and then, but it didn’t faze her. On hands and feet, running like a dog, she was determined to reach the top first.

Reaching the summit, a triumphant expression was on Riza’s face as she straightened. Hands on hips, she turned to face him down below, her eyes sparkling in the setting sun.

“Who’s the slow coach now?” she panted, but her wicked grin never left her face. The wind tousled her short hair, brushing it forwards so the strands brushed her rosy cheeks.

“Okay, you win,” he grumbled, pouting. Hauling himself to the top, Roy too was left panting after the steep climb. His breath was short and sharp, and his muscles shook from the exertion. It was worth it though.

“This is really pretty,” Riza gasped, turning her back to him so she could gaze out across the view below.

The eastern countryside stretched out for miles. They could see farm animals grazing, barely more than little specks in the evening sunshine. Fields of varying colours extended east until the land became sandier and barren of greenery. If Roy squinted and looked hard, he could just see the beginning of the desert. To the north, rolling hills turned sharp, the fields blending into forestry, then slate grey rock, as the mountains rose into the oncoming clouds.

“It is,” Roy agreed.

Riza sighed, content, from in front of him, oblivious to the fact Roy was looking at her, and not the view stretching out before them. The sun was catching her blonde hair perfectly, turning it golden. The breeze continued to stir the strands, not relenting, but it captivated him. Roy marvelled at her sun kissed skin, noting how it had turned golden in the sun over the course of the summer.

Relaxing his shoulders and swallowing thickly, Roy stepped up, so he was beside her. He’d finally managed to tear his gaze away from his best friend, casting it outwards to the greenery below.

The hill they’d climbed wasn’t tall. It didn’t stretch for miles up into the sky. They’d climbed it in maybe twenty minutes or so. However, for all Roy knew, they could have been up in the clouds.

Roy felt like he was on top of the world when he was with her.

[bffsoobin]

extra long tag game (a guide to all unnecessary knowledge of me)

tagged by: @txtdiaries (ily lana)

tagging: @pxppinstars @txtdream @lavenderlattaes @soobindipity (feel free to ignore if you’ve already done this or just can’t be bothered)

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

Um okay so I’ll go with explaining BTS and TXT I guess, haha. For BTS it was DNA! That was the first mv I ever saw by them and I was instantly obsessed with everything about it. For TXT, it was obviously Crown since I was keeping an eye on them as soon as BH announced a new group haha. But I initially loved the super bright and happy concept from Crown and they totally got me hooked by their personalities and other music!!

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TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

married by 23, kids by 25...I’m 19 and I’ve never even had a boyfriend so I would be shocked if I actually got this lmao

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

Honestly, I can’t think of anything other than spending more time with my roommate who I miss so so much. 

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

I wouldn’t usually call this unconventional but right now I’d say my student ID since it’s useless as I’m not going back to campus

favourite type of plushies and why?

I love teddy bears. I have two that I sleep with every night! One is a gift I got for preschool graduation (eloquently named Teddy) and the other is my iron man build a bear that my uncle bought me to cope with Endgame. 

favourite song right now?

I am notoriously bad at answering this question so I’ll just say that at the moment I’ve been listening to Red Desert by 5sos a lot.

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

I’ve always wanted to learn how to play drums and any language other than English haha

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

This took way more digging in my mind than I would like to admit but when I saw 5sos live in 2016 my best friend and I had soundcheck, so we got to sit in the venue early and ask them questions and hear a few extra songs. At the time I had beef with Luke Hemmings (because the girl he was dating at the time was one of the most toxic people on earth) and he wouldn’t break up with her. So the girl sitting next to me at soundcheck raised her hand to ask Luke a question so of course he was looking basically right at me. We were like maybe 8 rows back from the stage and at this point in my life I had bright pink hair, so there was no missing me. So this girl is asking her innocent question, and naturally Luke looks around a bit and we make eye contact and instead of fangirling like a normal person, my anger at him boiled over and I ended up flipping him off. The whole band noticed and had to pretend they weren’t laughing at the oddly aggressive 9th grader who flipped off their lead singer. I still feel bad about it to this day lmao but all my friends think it’s hilarious and it’s definitely my go to party story.

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones all the way. Speakers only if I’m showering.

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

Surprisingly I’m not craving anything but that’s because I just ate dinner 10 minutes ago

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

Spotify all the way

ten questions (by lana, answered)

1. what is your favorite movie of all time?

This is such a hard question for me. I’m so bad at picking favorites. But I’d have to say it’s sort of a tie between Heathers, Brave and Iron Man 2

2. describe your childhood in three words

Disney, animals, comforting

3. Favorite holiday?

Halloween forever and always

4. Favorite vacation spot?

Disney World! 5.What do you think of the education system? Are you a fellow slave to the GPA?

The US education system has massive holes. I was lucky enough to attend a pretty good highschool and take good classes so I don’t feel like I was as robbed as other people, but there are curriculum gaps and misinformation everywhere you go. As far as college goes, I think it is wayyyy too expensive. Despite that, I still signed myself up for 8 years of debt so yes, I am a slave to the GPA. Gotta go hard for the dream job. 

6. What is your hair color? Very light blonde now, normally dirty blonde

7. What talent do you wish you had?

I wish I could draw or paint well so bad. I am so envious of artists.

8. What is your major and why? (If you’re in highschool, what do you plan on majoring in?)

I’m a biology major because I want to become a veterinarian! 

9.Do you like kids or do you merely tolerate them? I love most kids. There will always be some awful ones but as a general rule I love being around kids and I definitely want some of my own!

10. Any pets?

Yep, I have five cats!

ten questions from me to you:

who is your favorite non kpop artist?

do you prefer to be warm or cool?

dream job, if you have one?

favorite TV show?

top three celebrities you would sell your soul to meet?

do you believe in ghosts?

cookies or brownies?

do you like where you live?

do you know your personality type? If so, what is it?

do you prefer floral scents or neutral scents?

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THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

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FOUR

PERSONAL

name: sara

nickname: sadams

birthday: April 16th, 2001

zodiac: Aries hehe

nationality: sadly, american

languages: only english 

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5'2 or 3 I don’t know for sure

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: obviously txt but I pull inspiration from my life, music, TV/movies and other stories!

meaning behind my url: I heavily believe in the idea of alternate universes and I think there’s one where Soobin and I are best friends so that’s what I made my url!

blog established: May of 2020

followers: 568 (how??)

FAVORITES

favourite animals: cats, snakes, raccoons

favourite books: Looking For Alaska by John Green

favourite colour: black, light purple, forest green, deep blue

favourite fictional characters: Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Andy Dwyer (Parks and Rec), Leslie Knope (Parks and Rec), Klaus and Ben (Umbrella Academy), Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes. For some reason I’m blanking on book characters so here are all of my movie/tv faves

favourite flower: Forget me nots

favourite scent: fresh laundry, anything tropical or ocean smelling, basil

favourite season: fall!

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 7 or 8 usually 

cats or dogs: cats

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate 

current time: 6:41 pm

dream trip: Australia or SK

dream job: Veterinarian 

hobbies: writing, watching tv/movies, shopping, going for walks

hogwarts house: slytherin

last movie watched: 68 Kill (do not watch if you’re under 18 or sensitive, lmao)

last song listened to: Sarah Smiles by Panic! at the Disco

no. of blankets you sleep with: right now two

random fact(s): I love dinosaurs, I have low iron, I’m allergic to dogs even though I work at a doggy daycare

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FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to 

stay gold- bts

20 cm- txt

catch fire- 5sos

self- khalid

f2020- avenue beat

nyla- blackbear

everywhere- niall horan

heather- conan gray 

red desert- 5sos

eight- iu, suga