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theworldwithoutmagic · 5 years ago

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Decompression - zutara ff

Just wrote this oneshot thursday so its CONTENT HOT OFF THE PRESS.

Im fresh off a rewatch of A:TLA and I finished Southern Raiders on wednesday with a Mighty Need to write a missing scene. I was so striken by Zutara feels that I had to bang out this one shot in a single day.

Here is 3000 words of shameless enemies-to-bedsharing-trope. Set in missing scene during Southern Raiders.

I really need feedback as iv never written zutara before and idk if I have their Voices down. concrit welcome as id like to improve before a longfic. PLEASE message or comment.

i also need blogs to follow..

So here we gooooo

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Katara and Zuko stop to rest and talk about what happened that day. They get a little closer than expected. Zuko wonders how he became so lucky.

Zuko looks up from Appa’s saddle at Katara, seemingly just as determined to get back quickly as she was on the way here. She is beautiful, he thinks to himself not the first time, even now leaving the scene of an almost murder. Her wrists were flicking occasionally, bending the water in the clouds around them to give them a modicum of safety from any eyes that might look to the skies. He knows she must be exhausted at this point. He saw see the circles under her eyes hours ago. Appa himself is starting to slow down and he knows this pace can’t last forever.

“Katara, we have been flying for hours and Appa needs to rest.” He didn’t mention Katara herself. He knew without asking that she would not appreciate any comments on her ability to keep going. He hoped she might stop and process some of what happened today instead of going full speed back to their training regimen. His uncle would have said so, at least. The day was a lot more intense than even he expected.

“What we need is to get back to Aang. The comet is approaching and this was a waste of time,” Katara said.

“We won’t make it back to Aang at all if Appa collapses and we land in the middle of a fire nation village. Look at him. His eyes are starting to droop.” It was true, the bison was not at full strength. Katara did not turn around but her shoulders dropped a bit. She wouldn’t want to hurt Appa.

“So, where do you have in mind we stop? This is the middle of the fire nation and you are pretty hard to miss,“ she said.

“We can make camp in one of the many caves in this region. Look how rocky it is down there. I know that is how your gang usually hides from the fire nation. I think I see a decent spot down there right now,” he pointed down to an outcropping of rock high on a hillside, protected on all 4 sides from direct view.

Katara remained silent. “If this is some kind of trick Zuko…”

He tamped down the biting response he wanted to give. “Katara, I would not have come here with you and helped you find a firenation ship and captain just to trap you in a random cave. Appa needs rest, that’s it. So do I. and you,” He said, the last bit under his breath.

“Fine.” She said, after looking him in the eyes and finding some answer she wanted. “But only until sunrise. We don’t have time for this.” She snaps the reigns and directs Appa back around towards the overhang. He is relieved she agreed.

When they land, Zuko inspects the cave. It’s not so much of a cave as it is a large overhanging rock. It’s not deep, but big enough to hide a bison in. Unfortunately, he deduces they won’t be able to have a fire tonight. The smoke and light might attract too much attention. They will have to eat from the dried stores and sleep in the dark. He knows Katara will agree with him about the fire. Katara…

He had no idea she was so strong. He keeps thinking back to the sea raven ship. He is pretty sure she bended a living person. Not supposed to be possible, but he guesses there is much he does not know about water bending.

Even now, her back is ramrod straight and she is standing in front of her bedroll a little lost looking now that they arent moving towards a goal. He promised to help her on this mission but he is the last person who knows how to help her with the aftermath. He isn’t sure what he expected from this trip.. things went very differently than he imagined. She needs to talk her brother or Aang or literally anyone other than him, he thinks. He considers that he might be a monster for even suggesting this murder mission as he leads Appa under the rocky overhang.

With the Bison in the “cave” with them, there is not a ton of room. He puts his bedroll by Katara’s where there is a little space and dry ground and pulls out the last jerky they have. Its stale and he thinks he can start to taste the beginnings of mold on his piece. They were preserved in a hurry and it’s been a little too long since the group resupplied. But its food and it’s all they have. He holds one out to Katara.

“Uh, you should eat something.” He tries, “It has been a long day. We have a lot of flying to do to get back to Aang.” Damnit, but it’s not just about the flying. He doesn’t know how to breech this subject.

“Of course we do, Zuko.” She whips around, “I am fine. I didn’t even want to stop.” She still takes the jerky and rips into it. She finally leans back against the wall of the cave, sitting on her bedroll. He watches her face and almost panics. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears and she is nowhere near sleep tonight. It races through his mind again that she faced her mother’s murderer today and is somehow still standing.

“Ok.” is all he says for a while. He has to say something else. What would uncle say? What would the Avatar say? He doesn’t know. He knows she might need more than he can give. In the end he says nothing and silently berates himself. He knows sleep will be a long time coming for both of them.

It starts to rain. He looks out of the wet, terrible cave into the storm. The rain is beautiful in a way. It runs in shining rivulets down the other pale rocks, the nearly full moon reflecting in the puddles, and he tries to imagine what it would be like to bend water instead of this horrible fire. He starts talking and hopes he’s not ruining things again.

“The rain is nice. I’ve always loved the sound. As a child I never hated the rain as much as the other fire benders in the palace. The rain restored the land. Brought life back to the burn scars in the garden from our training.” Then, as an afterthought, “The turtleducks loved it, too.” He thinks that’s what got her to speak.

“It never rained in the south pole. Always snow. I didn’t see the rain until I left with Aang. Standing in the rain for the first time and feeling the pull of each raindrop at the southern air temple is one of my favorite memories.” Katara said. She is staring into the growing tempest outside now too. “I always hoped I would get to see it. My mother used to tell me about the rain from her travels with dad.”

She is sitting against the wall very close to him. The thought crosses his mind that if he scooted over, he could reach out and touch her. He doesn’t think he should. Instead, he quietly, so quietly hes not sure she can hear it over the rain, asks, “Do you want to tell me about her?” He closes his eyes and waits for the anger.

“I would like that.” She whispers. “My mom was not a bender. Her father and both of her sisters were. She lost them all to the fire nation before I was born.” More pain and suffering at the hands of his people, he thinks to himself. “My mother was still powerful in her own way. I remember she helped our tribe remember how to create houses without water benders. There was a while we thought our tribe could not survive without benders to keep the ice at bay. How would we do anything without benders to make new ice houses? But she figured it out.”

Zuko realized all over again what cruelties the fire nation had forced on her people. Taking away the benders of a tribe completely reliant on it for survival. It was only through sheer force of will they were still here. He lets her continue.

“My mother was the best cook in the village. Sokka thinks my cooking is good, but I learned only a little for her before she die- before she was killed.” Tears leaked from her eyes now and her voice shook. “The worst part is Sokka is right. I barely remember her now.”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not enough, especially from me. I really hoped that by taking you to her killer I could help you. Help you get closure and a bit of payback. I see now that was a mistake and I’ve made it worse” He chokes out. The whole trip was a mistake. She would never trust him now either, being reminded of all the sins of the fire nation.

“It wasn’t a mistake. Zuko I thought that by coming here I could finally get revenge. Aang was right about that. I was not seeking justice or closure. If my mother’s killer had been that man on the ship, I think I would have killed him.”

The man she had.. bended. He knew she was not lying right now. “Katara, whatever you did to him, he.. he deserved it.”

“No, he didn’t.” She was still trying to hold back her tears and failing. “I bended his blood Zuko. A technique I swore I would never use. I was just so angry! He had the gall to stand there on the ship meant for raiding my people and claim he didn’t know what I was talking about. Probably just coming from another murderous raid against another town. There was water everywhere, we were on a ship! But I reached inside him and took something that should never be taken. I could do that right now to you, or anyone else.”

Zuko’s eyes widened. Blood bending. He hopes that man never realizes what exactly she did to him. The fire nation would not stop until every waterbender was extinct if they knew that was possible. He is in awe of the woman beside him. “Katara, I think you are amazing.” He blurts out, before he can even explain.

She barks out a half laugh, “What? Zuko you SAW it-”

“Yes, and that is the first time I have ever seen it. Iv chased you all over the world and seen you fight many times. All those times, you didn’t use that power. Do you know what the fire nation would be doing with that power if they had it? Marching people right into prison camps. Stopping a whole fleet of human hearts before the battle even starts.” He meets her eyes now, “But this blood bending you can do… you didn’t even hurt the man with it. If there is one place its justified to lose yourself, I’d say on your mother’s killer is one. The restraint you show in not using it against every one of your enemies, your enemies who have murdered your family for generations, is more than I have ever had. I would use any weapon at my disposal against Azula or my father if I thought it would give me an edge. You’re nothing but good and even more powerful and amazing than I thought.” He means it. and he hopes she can hear it in his voice.

She only cries more and he thinks he’s made things worse, his eyes close and his heart drops- then he feels her hand on his shoulder. “Is this ok? Zuko, I.. I don’t want to sit alone right now.” She looks exhausted in the weak light of the moon filtering through the storm as she leans into him. He almost forgets to answer.

“Yeah, this is fine, this is.. this is fine.” Zuko doesn’t know what to do. He has never been able to comfort anyone with his touch. He slides his arm around her shoulders because thats what it seems like she wants. She exhales shakily and turns further into him and his heart skips a beat. She is warm in the chilly air and clinging to him like she needs it to breath. She is almost in his lap and he has already never been this close with anyone.

“I’m not as strong as you think Zuko.” she whispers into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry for how angry I’ve been at you. I knew this whole time, ever since the South Pole, there has been good in you too. I just didn’t want to be wrong again, after the crystal caves so I lashed out. I was fighting my instincts to trust you. This journey just proves to me again that I was right from the beginning.” A pause, her tears coming harder. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.”

“Il do whatever you need of me Katara.” He says quietly, instead of what he wants to say. I need this too. You are stronger than I think. Don’t ever leave this spot. He tightens his embrace and she does too.

They listen to the storm outside. Finally, Katara sobs openly against him. He rubs circles on her back and lets her cry. He doesnt press her to talk anymore. He breaths into her hair and can’t pinpoint what he has done to earn this trust, but he will do everything in his power to make sure she is never this upset again. If he has to personally kill every fire bender who has wronged her. Eventually her sobs clear and she relaxes, still not letting go of his shirt. They fall into steady silence, with only the sound of the rain outside, and he can only think of how wonderful it feels to be a comfort to another person instead of a source of pain.

It gets steadily chillier in the cave and he eventually releases her to reach for her blankets and pull them over her shoulders. He’s not going to push her off anytime soon, he will let himself freeze to death and not sleep a wink if she needs it. When he brings his arms back around, Katara still doesn’t speak and pulls them down from their sitting position leaning against the wall. His heart is about to beat out of his chest and he knows she can probably feel it. She pulled them so he’s lying down on his bedroll and placed her head on his chest like she means to sleep this way.

Zuko is absolutely frozen. One of her knees is resting on his thigh, her arms are around his torso, and she is so soft. He wants to curl around her. He wants to express something unnamed.

“Zuko, you home?” He can hear the smile in her voice. At least she is feeling better, his racing mind supplies. “I hope this is ok too. Please.”

He stiltedly brings his arms back around her now prone form. He lets one of his long legs tangle with hers. His shirt rides up and her fingers are quick to find a bit of his skin. He doesn’t know if this is right but it feels like it is. He sighs and tries to live in this moment forever before he speaks and ruins it.

“Katara, I just don’t want you to regret any of this tomorrow and realize that I’m the enemy again. I don’t know if I can take it if you hate me again tomorrow.” He admits. He pulls her even closer anyway. Every part of their bodies touching. Gods she feels so good against him. Like she was made to be there. Why has he never done this with anyone before? “And iv never…” He tries to pick the right words. “I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone.”

“I promise you that I won’t hate you again. I’ve wanted to trust you for so long and truthfully, I already did. I wouldn’t have come with you if I didn’t.” Katara said, “This was not easy for you either. Offering to take me across the world where we planned to murder a man from your country in cold blood. I would have never known who killed my mother without you and no one else in my entire life would have come with me for this. Aang and Sokka never understood what I needed and they still don’t. I love them both but I knew you wouldn’t judge me no matter what I chose, even if I was rude to you this whole time.”

“I could never judge any choice you make.” He shivered and lowered his face to her hair. “I’ve admired you since I met you. Even when I sent pirates after you. I really hoped you would choose my side then. I’m glad you didn’t now.”

Katara seems embarrassed for a moment and squirms. He jerks slightly when a knee brushes an intimate part of him and he feels a slight grin from her against his shoulder. He has no idea if that was an accident but his head is spinning. She speaks, “I know fire nation royalty aren’t particularly touchy feely.” She runs a slender hand down his ribcage and he struggles not to let on how much the sensations are affecting him. “but my people are. and it has been what seems like a lifetime since anyone has just let me cry and comforted me like a human. Even when I was still at home.. our village lost so many of its softer customs to the demands of war.”

“The only people who have ever even hugged me in my entire life were my mother and my uncle, Katara.” He admits, embarrassed too. “I.. you.. this is nice.” he settles on. Nice doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Katara only hums. He feels her sigh contentedly and hopes she is done teasing him. Katara is pushed against every plane of his body and he thinks his heart might still fail from how lucky he is to have earned her trust despite everything between them. Her breaths slow until he is sure she is asleep. The rain still falls outside and he watches her and he watches the rain and just feels until finally the warmth and contentment begins to pull him toward sleep. His last thought is about how he hopes he will get the chance to do this again one day… tomorrow they have to go back to the Avatar and face their destinies.

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acediian · 5 years ago

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—𝓉𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 (𝓋.)

thanos x original character fanfiction | pre-infinity war | 2.3k words +

a/n: finally some good bonding time for the hubby and wifey to be. maybe one day they’ll get along :p for now, this is the best they can manage. hope you enjoy reading!

chapters i. ii. iii. iv. v.

Nothing but the rustling of wind in the trees and her own feet crackling on the dirt filled Aerendis’ ears as she approached the large wooden structure that was the royal stables. She was exhausted, almost dragging her boots on the ground. It was late; late enough that the entire palace should have already been asleep, but weary eyes still continued their work even into the night.

Aerendis had already done her own part and contributed where she was needed. First, the tailors had flurried around her, measuring and pinning and chattering amongst themselves about her gown. Then, the decorators pulled her into a room teeming with options for flowers, linens, tableware, and an even more endless list of things she couldn’t begin to remember. Next, the temple priestess consulted her on the ceremony itself, which would have to be altered because her husband-to-be was not of Tovari descent. Aerendis was distant throughout all of it, letting herself be pulled in every direction and responding with only the most basic of answers. Her worry and dread about what the following day would bring only rose with each passing hour.

With such thoughts flooding her mind and knotting her core, remaining in her room would have driven her all but mad. She ultimately wandered to the one place where she could always find solace - by the side of her loyal steed. But even this tasted bittersweet. A last visit with the creature that she loved most in all the world. Aerendis already knew she would lose much when she departed Tovarion, but this was the final twist of the knife.

Pressing the carved wooden doors open, she was hit with the earthy smell of hay and the sound of Faraax’s slow, heavy breathing. Nearly a dozen of the creatures resided in these stables, and all of them belonged to the royal family. Aerendis moved silently past each of their stalls - Aldreya, Rigella, Etheris, and Meryon, her mother’s beloved mounts. Arcturus, the gentle male who had belonged to her late father.

Next to his pen was Cassiopeia, whose lumbering form was curled tightly into a ball as she slept. The creature drew in long, deep breaths in her peaceful slumber, head perched atop her feet for comfort. Aerendis couldn’t find it in her heart to wake the creature, even if this was to be goodbye. She simply approached, extending a ringed hand to caress the Faraax’s silken fur.

It had been centuries, but Aerendis could still recall every detail about the moment of Cassiopeia’s birth. She had been sired from the mounts of the king and queen - a royal steed for the princess. Aerendis had caught the newborn creature from her mother, cleaned her downy coat, and been there to see her open her eyes for the very first time. She could still hear the first mewl that Cassiopeia had let out and remember the joy that it had elicited in her. The pair of them had been inseparable ever since, bonded for life. Leaving her behind on Tovarion meant leaving a part of herself, too.

The deep ache in Aerendis’ chest only grew stronger as her hand moved closer to Cassiopeia’s head. Fingers gently caressed her ears, which twitched in her sleep. Slowly, that ache rose until it lodged itself in the princess’ throat. It was a choking feeling, one that caused her eyes to well with tears. Her head bowed, pressing into the warmth of the creature’s fur. She could stay here all night. Perhaps she would.

But not after long, Aerendis felt Cassiopeia shift beneath her and she withdrew to find those dark eyes watching her. A low grunt left the creature, one of both puzzlement and concern. The princess began to stroke her ears once again.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, Cassiopeia,” she whispered, to which Cassiopeia replied with another groan. “I am sorry, my girl. I just wanted to see you.”

Cassiopeia blinked slowly in her half-asleep state. Even annoyed, even tired, she was so beautiful to Aerendis.

“I’m going away soon,” Aerendis continued, that same choking feeling rising in her throat again. “I don’t know when I will return. I don’t know when I will see you again.” A tear trickled down her cheek. Cassiopeia leaned her head down to nuzzle it away, snuffling a soft breath against the princess’ skin. But Aerendis couldn’t manage a smile.

The Faraax clambered to her feet, now towering over the princess by more than twice her height. Still, she kept her large, round eyes fixed on her rider, eyes that shone with sadness in the dim lamplight. There was an understanding in that gaze, too, that this was goodbye. A low, mournful hum left Cassiopeia, who once again dipped her head to caress the princess’ face with her short muzzle.

Aerendis wrapped her arms around her Faraax’s neck, fingers splayed so as to feel as much as her softness as they could. “I know,” she mumbled into the creature’s fur. “Oh, how I shall miss you, Cassiopeia.” Her words ended in a sob, one that was muffled as she turned her face fully into the warmth of the Faraax’s hide. “Erodhil will look after you, so I know that you will be well taken care of.”

Cassiopeia huffed, her head dipping even further.

“Oh, you like him plenty, Cassiopeia. He loves you, too.” Aerendis captured the creature’s face between her hands, resting her forehead against her muzzle. “But I will love you the most. Always.”

The Faraax’s head snapped up at a sudden noise in the stables, darting towards the entrance of her pen to see what it was. A curious thing, she vocalized softly at the figure in the wide doorway. Aerendis joined her steed, peering around her long, muscular legs to see the unmistakable figure of the Mad Titan. Or rather… her husband to be. If not for his size and stature, she may not have recognized him now - helmet-less and wearing only the chestplate of his armor. Even dressed down, he was no less imposing than he had been upon entering the throne room earlier that day.

“My lord,” Aerendis addressed him, stepping out from behind Cassiopeia’s legs. She hadn’t the foggiest of what to call him. He was not yet her husband and was certainly not her love. ‘My lord’ would have to suffice.

“Princess.” Thanos sounded surprised to see her.

Aerendis quickly and discreetly wiped away the tears from her eyes, though the pale blue flush in her cheeks surely gave her away. “To what do I owe the the pleasure of your company?” she asked, approaching. She could hear him scoff. But her words had not been said in mocking, but rather in curiosity.

“I, like many, I’m sure, have heard tales about this planet. Its armories. Its natural splendor.” Thanos’ expression soured. “And since the queen has refused to give me the power stone until after we are wed, there is naught to do but wander.”

“Yes, she can be quite stubborn, the queen.” Her mother was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Aerendis slowly approached him, hands clasped behind her back. “Perhaps call the stone a wedding present, then. From me.” Shoulders shrugging, she briefly flashed a cheeky grin that he did not return.

“And what is the princess doing at the stables at this late hour?” Thanos chose to ignore her last words, glancing away to take in the sight of the stables.

“I find myself unable to sleep." The tone of her voice fell. “I am also… saying goodbye.” Her head turned to Cassiopeia once again, still standing just outside of her pen. The creature moved towards her, slowly, cautiously. Faraax didn’t take well to strangers.

Aerendis felt Cassiopeia’s nose brush against her arm and she lifted a hand to gently stroke her muzzle. The creature hummed inquisitively, never taking her eyes off of Thanos. He met her gaze in kind, remembering that face from just hours ago.

“What do you call these creatures?” he asked.

“Faraax. This is Cassiopeia. She’s mine.” A somber expression took over her features as she turned to the creature, hand lifting away her thick fur. “In that pen over there -” She gestured to the first stall on the left. “-is her mother. Across the way is her father. They’ve all been hand-reared by my family. But Cassiopeia is mine, taken care of by me since her birth.” It was all she could do to swallow the sadness down before tears welled in her eyes once again. “I could not leave without saying goodbye to her.”

Thanos seemed to understand, replying with a simple nod of his head. Nerves suddenly caught in the princess’ chest, however. Making conversation with the one she was set to marry seemed difficult already. He was undoubtedly impatient, wanting nothing more than to hold the power stone in his hand and leave Tovarion forever. Their offer had meant a setback for him. Still, Aerendis could not help but be grateful.

After a pause, she took another step towards him. “Perhaps we should let them rest.” Releasing Cassiopeia, she moved swiftly past him and out into the cool night air. She could hear his own footsteps crunching in the dirt behind her. And as she suspected, the Faraax padded softly after them. A protector, a companion to accompany her in his presence.

Aerendis and Thanos began to walk slowly in stride, moving further away from the stables and into the lush palace gardens. “If I may…” she broke their silence not after long, clasping sweating palms together as her chin tilted up to capture his gaze. “I wanted to thank you. On behalf of my people. The offer to marry was my idea and I doubted that you would accept. I am grateful that you understood and allowed me to act in their best interest.”

“They may call me many things, but I am not without mercy, princess,” he replied sharply. “You’ll be wise to remember that.”

“I absolutely shall.”

“Tovarion is an ancient culture,” he continued. “I could have easily killed your people and taken the stone, but even I can show leniency to one of the oldest worlds in the universe." He sighed. "In the end, the stone will be mine and life on Tovarion will go on as it has for millions of years.”

For a moment, Aerendis thought he meant to continue, but only silence followed. There was something hidden beneath his words. Something that she could not decipher. Her brow furrowed. “Again, I thank you. I hope I will not disappoint as an emissary or as a wife.” It was difficult to read him, but she was certain that the marriage mattered as little to him as it did to her. There was only one thing he wanted from Tovarion.

“Speaking of which, princess,” he said as they came upon the stone terrace that marked the barrier between the gardens and the city below. Cassiopeia lingered behind, grazing on the silvery grass that shone in the moonlight. “What am I to expect of tomorrow?”

Aerendis approached the half wall at the end of the paving, leaning against it to fix her eyes on the city skyline. Committing it to memory was her goal. “I will wake at dawn. I will spend the early morning at the temple. It is customary to make offerings to our gods - to ask them for their blessings and thank them for bringing about the union of spouses.” Her round lips pulled into a thin line. “Were you Tovari, your attendance would be required. But my mother thought it best not to…” She hummed, trying to find the right words. “...ask you to participate in more than she believes you wish to. If you keep any gods of your own, we can make accommodations --”

“No, princess,” he replied simply. She could feel his gaze even as her own eyes danced across the rooftops below. “I do not.”

“Ah. Well, in that case… you and I will then spend the remainder of the day preparing for the ceremony. I will be attended by the women in my household. My mother, her sister, my companions. And you will have the men in your household.” It was more question than statement. Aerendis knew of the beings that had accompanied him earlier that day, but knew not if they were companions or servants. “My brother Erodhil will join you, since he will be your brother by law. If… that is fine by you.”

Thanos did not seem entirely pleased, but, then again, he did not seem pleased by even a small part of this spectacle. “Very well.”

“The ceremony will transpire at sundown, presided over by our high priestess. She will conduct all she can in the common tongue, though many parts require Tovari invocations.”

“Am I expected to know how your people conduct their weddings?”

“She will guide us through,” Aerendis reassured him. “After that will be a reception. The guests will likely still carry on celebrating long after we have left Tovarion. Expect the wine to flow freely and the music to carry on all night long.” Drink and boisterous partying were never a good mix - and the Tovari certainly loved to do both.

“It seems that we have a long day ahead of us, princess.” Thanos, too, was looking out across the city, now, not noticing as Aerendis finally turned to look at him.

“That we do.”

The Titan pushed away from the wall, only throwing a passing glance at her as he turned to walk away. “Get some rest, princess.”

“You should, too,” she called after him.

As she watched him return to the palace, she leaned against the cold stone and heaved a great sigh. The weight of what was about to transpire began to slowly lower onto her. The closer it all came, the more real it seemed. With one more glance over her shoulder at her beautiful city, Aerendis slowly led Cassiopeia back through the gardens and to the stables.

Rest did not come easily to her, but she found some comfort curled against her Faraax’s body. The warmth and slow ebbing of her breaths eventually lulled Aerendis into a fitful sleep.

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swinfinities · 6 years ago

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Long Live the Queen: Part Eleven

Four months. She counted every day. Four long months since Padmé had left Tatooine. Four months away from her son. Four months of seclusion within the walls of her chamber in the palace of Alderaan. While the room was large and luxurious, especially compared to what she was used to on Tatooine, and she could never say that Bail and Breha did not do everything in their power to ensure she was comfortable and taken care of, after so many days alone, her room began to feel much more like a prison. Every day, she was forced to hear the sound of her young daughter laughing and playing all through the palace, and never once was she allowed to see her. While Padmé herself agreed that it was best to remain unseen, to her this was the worst kind of torture there was.

Someone knocked on the door. Padmé forced herself out of the bed and looked through the small peephole to see who it was.

Her heart jumped when she saw that was Bail. He was a rare visitor to her chambers, even when he was home on Alderaan. She understood, perhaps better than anyone in the palace besides his wife, that his duties as viceroy and senator left little time

“Did you find her?” Padmé said, throwing open the door. “Well, good morning to you, too,” said Bail. “I thought you would like some tea. My wife picked the herbs this morning.”

“I’m sorry. Please, come in.”

Bail stepped inside, carrying a silver tray on which sat a steaming kettle and two ornate tea cups.

“No need to apologize. How have you been, Padmé?” Bail asked as he set the tray down on a small wooden table and began pouring the tea.

“Feeling a little… anxious, if I am honest, Senator,” Padmé replied.

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I understand. It’s not easy to sit still for so long.”

Bail handed her the cup of tea, and Padmé took a sip.

“Senator—” she started to say.

“You’re going to ask me if I found her yet,” Bail said with a knowing smile. It was the same question she asked every time he visited.

“Have you?”

“For once, I have some good news. She has made contact”

Padmé sighed in relief. She had waited so long for him to say those words.

“You have? Where is she?”

Bail chuckled a bit. “She wouldn’t even tell me. She never lets me know exactly where she is, especially when she knows she’s going to be out of contact for a long time. It’s for the best. All I know is that she was out somewhere in Wild Space. But I can say she was ecstatic to learn that you had survived. We’ve arranged a meeting aboard the Tantive IV, which is currently parked in deep space. If it’s alright with you, we can have a shuttle ready to bring you to the rendezvous point later this afternoon. Captain Antilles will fly you. You can trust him. He will keep our secrets safe.”

*****

The shuttle dropped out of hyperspace and into the middle of nowhere. No planet, no star, no space station within a dozen light-years.

The only sign of life was the shimmering hull of a ship, hardly more than a point of light in the distance.

Captain Antilles keyed the comms.

“This is Regal One to Tantive IV, how do you read?”

“Loud and clear, Regal One,” came the reply. “You are cleared for docking. Welcome back, Captain.”

As smooth as a boat drifting on calm waters, Captain Antilles piloted their shuttle around and coupled it with the docking port. When the familiar clank hiss told them that the latch was sealed, Padmé unstrapped herself and stood.

“Thank you, Captain,” she said. He replied with a nod, and she walked through the hatch into the polished, white halls of the Tantive IV.

“Senator Amidala,” an Alderaanian guard said to her as she entered. “We’ve been expecting you. Please, this way.”

Padmé couldn’t believe her eyes when the door slid open. Yet there she stood, like a ghost from Padmé’s past, brought back from the dead.

“Ahsoka,” she said. The two were wrapped in each others’ arms before Padmé even had time to think about what was happening.

“It’s been a long time,” said the former Jedi.

“Yes, it has,” Padmé replied. She took a step back. When she last saw Ahsoka, her face had been that of a child. Now she was grown. But it was still the face of her old friend, even if a new sadness could be seen in her eyes. Padmé expected that Ahsoka saw the same in her.

“For eleven years, I’ve wondered if you were alive or dead,” said Padmé. “Ever since the day the clones attacked the Jedi temple. It was the worst day of my life. Everything we worked for… gone in an instant.”

Ahsoka placed a hand on Padmé’s shoulder.

“Perhaps not gone forever,” she said. “We still have hope. And as long as we have that, the galaxy might still hope for a future without the Empire.”

“Yes… Bail told me that you were working to build some sort of rebellion,” said Padmé.

“Well, we don’t know what it is quite yet. It’s certainly not large enough or organized enough to call a rebellion. But we have a list of people and groups across the galaxy who have no love for the Empire. Some of them are already fighting, some of them not. With some help, we believe that these pockets of dissent can grow. Should we add your name to the list, senator?”

“Please, just call me Padmé. I’m no senator anymore. But, yes. I will help you in whatever way that I can. I only wish…”

Padmé had to force back tears as she remembered Anakin. He had been such a kind and loyal husband, and the most noble and brave Jedi she had ever met. A part of her really wished that he had died on Mustafar, because that would be better than whatever it was that he had become.

“Anakin…” Padmé choked out. “I just wish he were here, too. The Anakin I knew would never have hesitated to fight against so great an evil.”

“I know. I miss him too. And I’m very sorry. I know that you two were… close.” Padmé laughed. “You have no idea.”

“I may have been young during the War,” said Ahsoka. “But I wasn’t blind. It was easy to see that the two of you were—”

“I had his children,” Padmé interrupted.

Ahsoka was caught off guard. She didn’t know what to say, or even if she was supposed to smile or laugh or cry for her. What came out of her mouth was somehow a mix of all three.

“Oh, Padmé!” said Ahsoka. “You have children? And you never wanted to introduce them to their Aunt ‘Soka? Where are they?”

“It was twins. Luke and Leia,” Padme replied. “I took Luke to live with me and his family on Tatooine. Leia went to go live with Bail on Alderaan—”

“Leia!” Ahsoka suddenly exclaimed. “Leia is your daughter?”

“You mean you’ve met Leia?”

“Not in person, no,” said Ahsoka. “But Bail has told me all about her. From all that he’s told me about her… well, let’s just say I can’t believe that I never guessed that she was your daughter before.”

They both laughed. But the laughter died out like the last bit of a candle’s flame when the reality of their sad situation sunk in.

“Ahsoka,” Padmé started. “There’s a reason that I came out of hiding.”

“I guessed as much,” said Ahsoka. “It doesn’t take a Jedi to sense the turmoil in your mind. Are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know yet,” Padmé replied. She turned to face the viewport and stare out into the blackness of space. “What do you know about Darth Vader?”

“The Sith?” Ahsoka said. “Not much, I’m afraid. Like everything with the Dark Side, he is shrouded in darkness and mystery. I tried tracking him for a time—”

“He is Anakin,” Padmé interrupted.

“What?”

“Anakin Skywalker. My husband. Your master. He has gone to the Dark Side. He is Darth Vader.”

Those words seemed to drain all the life from the former Jedi in a single blow. Ahsoka collapsed, falling to her knees, letting her hands hang limply at her sides.

#Star Wars #Star Wars Infinities #Alternate timeline #alternate universe #writing #short story #fanfiction #fanfic #Padme Amidala #Ahsoka Tano #Rebellion #Empire #Anakin Skywalker #Luke Skywalker #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Bail Oragana

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jessikahathaway · 6 years ago

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Into Eternity - Part IV (m)

Holy shit, I’m alive???

Here’s a new chapter to prove that this story actually has smut in it.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Prince Jimin, Adventure, Drama, Smut, Angst

Words: 7,094 (Longest chapter ever, opps)

Summary: You would be his, into eternity.

The morning sun shone through the curtains in your room. Jimin was gone, probably left earlier to dress for breakfast. You stood up and stretched, letting the feeling of fatigue leave you for the time being. Last night had you feeling different. As if for the first time in your marriage, something sparked. You felt closer to Jimin as a person and not as the Prince of this land. That idea comforted you.

You stood up and wrapped yourself in your dressing gown, going out onto the balcony once again. There, on the balcony, was your husband. Stood in the beautiful morning glow, peering down at the land below him. His blonde hair billowing in the breeze. A soft, white dress shirt adorned his frame. Jimin was facing the fields, looking at how long they went on for. Perhaps, if he thought and wished hard enough, they could go on forever. A dream land where the beautiful rows of flowers never ended and it was just him, free to be whomever. Not a Prince, not a ruler, but just Jimin.

Just himself.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with sleep still in your eyes. The wind came and blew the flower petals up and off of their original homes. You watched as they swirled through the air and wrapped around Jimin’s face, one landing on his head in the perfect spot.

You couldn’t help the giggle that came through was louder than intended. Jimin turned quickly, seeing you and relaxing.

“Good morning,” he offered, watching as you came closer. You smiled, standing next to him and peering over the fields as well.

“It was nice to sleep in the same bed last night, wasn’t nearly as lonely as I am used to,” you said, leaning over the railing. Jimin watched as you leaned over and basked in the sights before you. What you didn’t know was your dressing gown was coming undone, and your nightgown was on full display. You paid little attention, however Jimin had never been more focused.

Your smooth skin was being revealed to him in such a tantalizing way. You weren’t meaning to show him this much, but some part of you wasn’t stopping it either.

Although, Jimin’s mind was highly confused at the slowly stiffening member in his pants. You were a woman... He was fairly certain his preferences laid with men... However, since you’ve come into his life, Jimin hadn’t been particularly sure of anything.

“I’m sorry to have been neglecting you, I don’t wish for you to feel lonely,” he apologized, turning to look out at the scene with you.

“Not neglecting, keeping your distance for the time being. I understand and am not offended... It was nice though, to have you with me last night,” you said, a blush creeping into your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he said, turning to look at you.

“Mhmm?” you asked, hair blowing in your face and falling back into place soon after. Jimin hadn’t seen something like that before. So elegant yet not on purpose. You were a sight to behold in the morning. Sleep still evident in your features, but, not making you seem undesirable or ‘gross.’

Your hair blew in the breeze framing your face, a relaxed expression sitting upon your features.

“I’d very much like to learn more about you, as my wife and as a person,” he suggested, looking for any unsavory emotions related to his statement.

“What would you like to know?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, what is your favorite pastime?” he asked. You smiled.

“I know I should say reading or needle point, but I really don’t have the patience for those things,” you sighed, rubbing your arms. “I truly love being outside and adventuring as childish as it may sound. However, since I am a bit more prone to ailments, mother always kept me inside and away from any kind of adventure... That doesn’t mean I couldn’t sneak out here and there,” you smiled.

“I can see you doing something along those lines,” Jimin chuckled. The wind came through again and you inhaled deeply.

“I love flowers, it doesn’t matter what kind. Any of them would please me,” you stated, looking at the field below with adoration. Jimin decided that look on your face was his favorite. Utter joy, simply brought to you by flowers.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said.

“And-”

“Your Majesty!” Namjoon’s voice rung out through the room as he barged in. His loud boots gave away his path, as it directed towards the very balcony you found yourself scantily clad upon. You jumped in shock and attempted to cover yourself. Jimin wrapped his arms around you protectively and hid your frame from the oncoming barrage.

“Namjoon!” Jimin growled, giving him a deadly glare. Namjoon hadn’t even made it to the balcony yet and he was already slowing in his path.

“Your Highness, I have a message of the utmost importance-”

“You are being extremely uncouth, Namjoon! My wife is in a state of undress, and these are our quarters. Leave, before I make you,” he said, keeping a firm grip on you.

“Oh! My apologies Lady Y/N, your majesty... P-Please do hurry, it is of grave importance,” Namjoon stated before rushing out of the room. Jimin sighed and undid his arms from around your body.

“I’m terribly sorry, my dear, he doesn’t think before he acts. I’ll make sure that he is spoken to about it,” Jimin apologized before grabbing your dressing gown and tying it tightly around your body, giving you some modesty to preserve.

“You should go,” you said, giving a soft smile.

“I want you to come with me,” he stated, holding your wrist in his hands.

“Once I dress, I’ll be with you promptly,” you assured. “Now, Namjoon wouldn’t barge in for no reason. I’m sure whatever it may be requires your attention. I shouldn’t keep it all for myself,” you teased.

“Please have haste, I’ll see you soon,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your head before heading out of the room. A small smile fell upon your lips and you moved to get dressed.

* * *

Jimin walked the halls of Taehyung’s palace, following the carpet to the war meeting room. Per Namjoon’s request, he was quick. Although, he couldn’t keep his mind off of you. How you looked in the soft morning light and how his heart raced when you spoke of flowers... You were a mystery beginning to unfold, and Jimin couldn’t wait to know more about you.

Entering the room, Jimin couldn’t shake the small grin on his face. Until he saw his friends bloodied and exhausted.

“Jungkook, Taehyung! Are you alright?” Jimin asked, swarming them and looking at their injuries. Maids hurried about, working on their patients. Namjoon approached Jimin and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“An ambush. Attacked the guardsmen in the night, we aided in their fight... But we took heavy losses. Yoongi says it was planned, must’ve been planning it for months now. And when finding out you and your wife were here, what better an opportunity to overthrow the unprepared guard and get right to you,” Namjoon stated.

“How many dead?” Jimin asked, looking around the room.

“So far? Twelve, although I fear the count may go higher,” Namjoon said with his head faced towards the floor.

“Where is Father Jin?” Jimin asked, wondering if the Priest faired well in the conflict. You’d be upset if he was taken from you.

“Safe, currently praying over our deceased. Giving them their last rights as heros for the Kingdom,” Namjoon explained.

“Good,” Jimin sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Majesty?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes?” Jimin responded.

“W-What happened last night, with you and Lady Y/N? You didn’t return to your quarters until early this morning and we were all worried something might have happened to you!”

Taehyung and Jungkook suddenly turned very atenntive.

Jimin could feel their curiosity flaring.

“Oh, really... Majesty, are you and your wife becoming closer?” Jungkook questioned, grinning madly. Jimin felt his throat tighten.

“What my wife and I do when the public isn’t watching doesn’t concern you,” Jimin warned. Jungkook pouted at being shut out by his elder, but remained silent.

“So-”

“I am here to announce, Lady Y/N Bride to our Royal Highness Prince Jimin and future Queen of our kingdom,” a male voice shouted through the hall.

You walked forward and gave Jimin a soft smile. Turning you thanked your announcer and made your way to your husband. Jimin gave you a soft bow before taking your hand comfortably. You then turned to everyone with concern. Kneeling in front of Taehyung and Jungkook you looked at their wounds.

“Are you in pain?” you asked, examining their bandages. Jimin gave them a nod and they began to chat like excited children.

“I’m fine, but I don’t know about hyung,” Jungkook teased. Taehyung scoffed and poked him in the rib, making a very unattractive squak come out of him. “Ow!” Jungkook whined. Taehyung snickered and Jimin just shook his head.

“What happened?” you questioned, looking at Jimin for answers. Your husband walked forward and kneeled next to you.

“An attack, the Forsaken came in the night and attacked the castle,” Jimin explained without hesitation. Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other in shock. The future King had just responded to a direct question with no formalities used.

“How many have passed?” you asked again. Taehyung and Jungkook were exchanging looks between each other. Namjoon and Yoongi had taken notice as well. Jimin normally wasn’t this conversational with you.

“Namjoon told me that 12 had passed, that’s where Father Jin is,” Jimin said. You nodded and stood up, looking around.

“Was it an ambush? These wounds and the variations seems to be consistent with those of an attack with no real organization,” you noted. Namjoon looked to Yoongi for some kind of explanation, but his elder expressed just as much confusion to the situation.

“Exactly,” Jimin approved. You smiled and then went to the nurses and asked for supplies to help in aiding the soldiers.

“Your Highness,” Namjoon and Yoongi both bowed.

“Yes?” Jimin responded, turning to them without letting you out of his sight.

“A-A report came in from Hoseok,” Yoongi said, holding the telegram out for the Prince to take. Jimin did so, unraveling the parchment with delicate fingers.

“I see, the Queen misinterpreted their strategy. They aren’t wanting to rush me into the throne... they’re trying to ensure the throne dies off. If it did so, the Kingdom could fall into ruin,” Jimin whispered, gazing off into the fields below.

“Highness?” Your voice rang out throughout the hall, clear as a bell. Jimin turned his head and gave you his attention.

“Yes?”

“If it was an ambush, then we should be prepared for another attack. We know not the impact it had on their troops, yet we’ve shown all our cards. We should regroup and think of defensive strategies,” you suggested.

Yoongi and Namjoon stood shocked. Jimin thought for a moment. “You make valid points. Taehyung, Namjoon? What are your thoughts on the matter?” Jimin asked.

“A defensive strategy would keep us from losing more men outright with front facing combat,” Namjoon rationalized.

“Although we were on the defense this past attack and we have nothing to show for it,” Taehyung reminded.

“However this was an ambush, not an expected battle,” Jimin stated. “I’d like to see an increase of the guard around preliminary entrances. As well as partners systemically being placed in weak points of the walls. Yoongi, I’d like your archers set in locations where hand to hand combat is difficult. Jungkook, your swordsmen will be most effective around the palace. Make sure shifts are being handled dutifully,” Jimin ordered.

You watched as everyone tuned into Jimin's strategy. He was very thorough about positioning and ensuring security around high ticket places on the grounds.

“It’ll be done your Highness,” Namjoon said, Boeing his head.

“Wonderful,” Jimin announces with a clap of his hands. “I think I’ll take a walk in the gardens. Y/N, care to join me?” He asked, reaching his hand out for yours.

You paused, looking at his warm palm with something similar to elation. Right before you placed your hand in his, a soft prick was felt in your neck.

“Ah,” You hissed, holding your neck and feeling something protruding from your skin. Carefully, you pulled the object out, holding it in front of your face. However, it was all becoming very blurry.

“Y/N?” Jimin questioned, coming closer.

“I-I... something’s not...” you whispered before hurtling towards the ground in a heap.

“Y/N!” Jimin cried, falling to his knees and gathering you in his arms.

Nurses rushed over and examined your frame, checking your pulse and the object that had caused the fainting spell. Namjoon ordered men to search the perimeter and Jungkook had his swordsmen to scout the palace.

“Y/N! Wake up, can you hear me?” Jimin pleaded, shaking you gently in his hold.

His heart thudded dangerously against his ribcage as he gazed down at your flushed frame. A Nurse took your hand in hers and found your pulsepoint, assuring the Prince that you were still alive.

“She’s breathing, and her pulse is still strong,” she stated.

“Y/N,” he whispered, holding your face in his hands.

He wasn’t sure why, but it was all he could do to keep himself from crying.

Why was he so scared?

The memory of you on the balcony that morning. How beautiful you appeared to him, and how frightened he was now... The thought of you being harmed in anyway taking the shape of an ugly beast named Fear.

Much to Jimin’s relief, Father Jin was brought in soon after the incident. Considering his extensive knowledge on herbal remedies.

Jimin had carried you to an empty guest room, holding your hand as he waited for answers. Taehyung and Jungkook stood behind the Prince, wishing to ease his worries.

Namjoon and Yoongi stood by the door, ensuring that no one would disturb you.

Father Jin checked your pulse, then your eyes.

“Her pupils are extremely dilated,” he noted.

“Is that bad?” Jimin questioned, gripping Taehyung hand on his shoulder.

“No, not particularly. Are we sure she isn’t fainting due to her menstruation?” Jin asked. Jimin blushes and shook his head.

“S-She’s not nearly as ravenous as she is when she’s bleeding,” he commented. Jungkook made an odd face, one Taehyung chuckled at.

“Perhaps she’s experiencing fainting spells due to a child?” Taehyung teased.

“She could be. Pregnancy is strenuous on a woman’s body. Jimin have you and Lady-“

“No, no we haven’t. I’m, uh... well she,” Jimin scrambled, looking for words.

You felt a pounding in your head when you opened your eyes. Slowly, your vision began to adjust.

But it was so hot...

“She’s opening her eyes!” Jungkook announced with a grin.

“Y/N!” Jimin gasped, holding your hand to his cheek. You gave a weak smiled before swallowing thickly.

“W-warm,” you croaked, feeling your throat scratching with each attempt at breathing. Jimin was on his feet in seconds, going to get you water. Jin replaced his position and felt your forehead.

“You are running a slight fever, but nothing to be concerned about,” Jin commented. Jimin came over with the water. Jin aided in propping you up against the pillows so you could drink. Lifting the glass to your lips, Jimin seemed to regain some of the color in his face.

Taking your time, you swallowed mouth fulls of cool liquid. It eased some of the burn in your throat, however you were still incredibly hot.

“I feel... hot...” you panted, fanning yourself with your hand. Jin eyed you curiously.

“You are a little warm, but it’s nothing I would worry about. You said you’re feeling hot?” he asked. You nodded frantically.

“Would opening the window help?” Jimin asked. Your body physically shuddered at the sound of his voice. You wanted him closer... Closer...

“Jimin,” you whined, gripping the sheets underneath your fingers tight.

“Yes?” he asked, sitting on the bed. Faster than you could rationalize, your arms were around Jimin’s neck. And before either of you could blink your lips were against his. Yoongi and Namjoon lunged forward, thinking it was attack against their Prince. But Jungkook managed to keep them back, however laughter peeled from his lips as he watched the scene before him. Taehyung was in a similar state, chuckling as he watched you kiss Jimin without much restraint. Jin, however, was scandalized.

“Oh my! Y/N!” he chastised, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to sit back against the pillow. You looked at Jimin, his lips slightly damp from your kiss and you wanted to keep going. More and more until you couldn’t remember anything but him...

“W-why am I? I’m sorry,” you gasped, trying to get ahold of your mental stability. Jimin sat at the end of the bed, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Let me see the object that was in her neck again,” Jin demanded, standing from his position next to you. Yoongi produced the small wooden stick and gave it to Jin without hesitation. Father Jin was silent as he examined the small coin sized item.

Your heart was racing and you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off Jimin. You wanted him more than anything in the world. The two of you had agreed that now wasn’t the time for a child, but God you wanted to try for one so badly. You wanted everything he had to give you if it meant this heat would go away.

“Father, I don’t want to rush you,” Taehyung started. “But I feel like Lady Y/N’s patience is wearing thin.” Jin nodded.

“I know I’ve seen this somewhere before, but it’s been a long time... Before I was found again by God,” he whispered.

“Perhaps I should leave,” Jimin suggested, standing up and heading towards the door.

“No!” you cried, almost jumping out of the bed. Everyone moved, Taehyung to block Jimin. Namjoon and Yoongi to close in on you.

“Hold on! Don’t touch her!” Jin warned as Yoongi and Namjoon got a little too close. Jimin peaked his head out from behind Taehyung to watch the proceedings.

“Why not?” Namjoon asked. “You did.”

“A man of God is different,” he stated simply.

“Why can’t we touch her?” Taehyung restarted.

“I know what was on this dart,” Jin answered.

“Dart?” Jimin echoed, moving closer to you.

“Jimin,” you whispered, holding your stomach. “It hurts... It’s too hot in here,” you whimpered. Jimin bit his lip, obviously concerned for your well being. However, also cautious of the situation.

“The Forsaken have mastered the art of potions and posions,” Jin warned.

“Poison?” Jimin whispered.

“What?” you croaked, feeling heat rush down your spine at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Potion is what I think happened here,” Jin eased all of your minds with his statement.

“So she isn’t going to die?” Taehyung asked.

“Well... Not from being poisoned, but of... uh...” Jin rubbed his neck awkwardly. Jimin moved forward and approached Father Jin with a serious look on his face.

“What is going to happen to her? Will she be alright?”

You were certain your blush faded into your heat flushed cheeks.

“Look at her right now, tell me what’s wrong with her,” Jin offered.

“She looks warm,” Namjoon offered.

“I am,” you huffed, fanning yourself. Trying to resist the urge to disrobe in front of these men due to the extreme heat.

“Fatigued, like she’s ran a mile,” Yoongi noted.

“Uncomfortable,” Jimin stated.

“Horny,” Taehyung said, no restrictions held on his tongue.

“Taehyung!” Jimin roared, turning to his friend. “Don’t be so crass when speaking to my wife,” he warned.

“It’s obvious isn’t it? Look at her.”

Suddenly, the whole room examined you closer. You gripped the bed sheets and held them over your body. Jimin looked at your pupils and saw the dilation. Jungkook saw your hairline dampening with sweat.

“Oh God,” Jimin swallowed hard.

“It makes sense if this is the Forsaken’s doing,” Namjoon noted. Everyone turned in his direction.

“How do you mean?” Yoongi questioned. Namjoon looked between Jimin and yourself, rubbing his face with exhaustion.

“If the potion used on Lady Y/N is an aphrodisiac of sorts... Perhaps the Forsaken are trying to force our hand.”

“An heir,” Jungkook concluded. Jimin chuckled darkly.

“They’re trying to distract and weaken me. If Y/N fell pregnant all of my time and devotion would be spent towards her and not the Kingdom. And, if they killed her while pregnant... They know I wouldn’t try again. The throne would die off, exactly how they want.”

Your heart hammered in your throat. Kill you? While with child? Did they not have any semblance for human life? It disgusted and frightened you as you thought about your life and a life not yet created. You unconsciously held your stomach out of nerves.

“Well, I still don’t know why we can’t touch her,” Jungkook scoffed.

“He still hasn’t answered that,” Taehyung stated. Jin rolled his eyes and stared at the two men with a glare.

“This lust potion makes it so that whomever the target of the lust is, will be the only one allowed to touch the victim without excruciating pain coming to her,” Jin warned.

“P-pain?” you whimpered, gripping your stomach so hard that you were certain blood would show soon.

“Stop it,” Jimin said, taking your wrist in his hand. You almost collapsed at the relief sent through your system at his touch. It was like drinking an ice cold glass of water on a midsummer day. Jimin noticed the tension leaving your body and detached his fingers from your flesh.

“Why? Why have it designed like that?” Yoongi wondered.

“To make sure she doesn’t just go to someone else to be taken care of. It’s to ensure that it has to be his Highness,” Taehyung thought out loud.

“Precisely,” Jin praised.

“What are we to do about it then?” Namjoon said, throwing his hands in the air.

“I’ll take care of it,” Jimin whispered, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Sire-”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin eased, interlacing your fingers together. Jimin cradled your face with his free hand and brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

“If we give them what they want then-”

“Who said we’re going to give them what they want?” Jimin questioned, lifting his gaze from you for a moment.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, “You know-”

“What will happen if the potion isn’t taken care of?” Namjoon thought aloud.

“I assume that eventually she’ll go insane from desire,” Jin speculated.

“I’d rather not,” you huffed.

“I won’t let that happen,” Jimin confirmed. “Everyone, I think my wife and I need to have a discussion. May we have the room to ourselves?”

Yoongi got the hint immediately and left promptly, dragging a slow to catch on Jungkook with him. Jin said a small prayer before petting your hair affectionately.

“It’ll be alright, the Lord will keep you safe I assure you.”

With that he left as well, taking Namjoon’s elbow and leading him out of the door. Taehyung remained, staring at Jimin with an unreadable expression.

“Were my orders not clear?” Jimin asked, standing and facing Taehyung.

“I have a question for you,” Taehyung stated, giving a quick glance to you. Jimin cleared his throat, obviously not wanting the attention on you.

“Out with it then,” he said.

“How are you planning on pleasuring her when you’ve never laid with a woman?” Taehyung snipped out with a sharp tone. Jimin lay bare under the scrutiny of his gaze, but didn’t falter.

“All men have to learn somewhere,” he sighed.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Jin could be wrong, perhaps I-”

“Absolutely not,” Jimin growled. Taehyung took a step back. Where was this possessive attitude coming from? Jimin wasn’t the type to behave in such a manner.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” his friend soothed.

“She’s my wife, if she needs sorting out... Then I’ll be the one to do it,” Jimin declared. Taehyung nodded, then leaned in close to Jimin’s ear. He began to whisper, phrases that wouldn’t reach your ears. However, you were past the point of paying too much attention.

“Remember what Namjoon said, an heir would make you vulnerable. Let’s hold off on that for now, yes?” Taehyung teased.

“I’ll ask you to remember who you’re addressing this once, Taehyung. I won’t remind you again,” Jimin warned. “Your Prince delivered an order, follow it.”

Taehyung bowed low, giving in to he who will be his King. “My apologies your highness. I didn’t think before speaking, forgive my haste,” he appeased. Jimin sighed in response.

“Go, let no one enter this wing until I have finished,” Jimin stated.

“I believe the one who needs to finish is her,” Taehyung chuckled before exiting the room.

The air was still.

Jimin didn’t move, and neither did you. What were you to do in this situation?

“I hate that it had to come to this scenario my dear,” Jimin said, hands in his pockets as he gazed out the window. You couldn’t believe how breathtaking he appeared in this moment. You were stunned into silence.

His profile greeted you. Strong jawline that eased down into a seductively sloping neck. His shoulders weren’t extensive, but he fit his posture. Hands placed in the pockets of his pants, he could’ve been portraying a relaxed air... But the atmosphere of the room was tense. It was as if he was trying to evaluate every outcome of what was required.

You weren’t stupid, you knew what was wrong with you now. It all made sense. You desperately needed the touch of your husband.

“Are you scared?”

The question seemed to dangle above your head.

“Of what?” you questioned.

“Of me?”

You were silent.

Jimin wasn’t known for his cruelty. Nor was he known for cutting down foes in battles. He was the People’s Prince. Choosing diplomacy instead of weapons. Words instead of assassins. You respected this... Although you knew Jimin was trained for battle. Weapons waiting behind doors of steel hidden deep within the castle walls.

“I’m not scared of you,” you answered.

“I’m relieved you feel that way,” Jimin whispered, eyes still locked outdoors.

“Jimin?” You asked, not trusting your legs to lift you. He turned toward you in acknowledgment. “Are we, um-ah!”

Pain erupted in your lower stomach, causing you to collapse onto the bed in a writhing heap. Your breath warmed the fabric as you struggling to get air.

“Do you trust me?” Jimin's voice was closer.

“Yes,” you whispered.

You were lifted from the bed and into Jimins arms. His eyes bore into your own, searching for an uncertainty that wasn’t there.

Slowly his lips met yours. You could feel something similar to cold water being doused over your being. Relief brought from his presence was readily accepted. You entangled your fingers in his hair, letting the sensations overwhelm and excite you.

Jimin seemed hesitant, his lips not giving in to your desires. You wanted him to give you everything without feeling like he had to hold himself back. If you trusted him, he needed to know he could trust you.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his. “Wait,” You panted against his pouty lips.

“What is it?” He asked, hands moving from the bed to your face.

“I need to know something,” you said, pulling away to look at him fully. His touch had given you a moment of clarity. “You have my trust... but do I have yours?” You questioned.

Jimin was silent, eyes not fully exposing himself. “Tell me your favorite color, then I’ll trust you,” he proposed.

“Why-“

“Tell me and I’ll trust you,” Jimin repeated. You sighed, unsure of why this simple question felt too heavy.

“The color of the leaves in the fall. The fire that signifies the death of winter, but the promise of a brighter future,” you declared.

Jimin froze. “So much in your head that I don’t know...”

“So much in yours I don’t know either,” you smiled.

This moment felt more intimate than being bare in front of everyone. A simple question, somehow broke a small barrier in his heart.

“I trust you,” he stated. Before you could respond the heat erupted in your lower body again, cutting off your thoughts. “I have to hurry,” he spoke to himself.

He found your lips again, wrapping his hands around your waist. You relaxed against him and kept your arms around his neck. Jimin seemed more focused now, kissing you diligently.

For some reason, it felt as though he was exploring your body. His hand moved down the curve of your spine and held you against him. The warmth you felt from his mouth made you gasp. Jimin pushed his tongue in between your lips.

Jimin had never been this intimate with a woman before. Every part of you was much more delicate than he was used to. Your mouth was hot and inviting, something that Jimin found arousing. You leaned back, pulling Jimin with you into the soft sheets. Breaking the kiss, Jimin crawled on top of you. Interlacing your fingers he found other parts of your body with his tongue.

Licking along your jawline and into the hollow of your neck, Jimin found his heart racing. Your skin was so soft and supple, almost begging to be touched and caressed. Biting your lips you discovered how badly you wanted him. His hair was slightly disheveled from your fingers, but it suited him. Jimin looked heavenly atop your body, something you didn’t think possible mere days ago. But now, it seemed as if this was the only place you wanted him.

His mouth stayed above your collar bones. You sighed as you felt sweet kisses placed across your skin, tender bites falling on your lips.

“Jimin,” you breathed, taking his face between your hands.

“Yes?” his voice was thick and saccharine like chilled honey.

“There are other places that need your attention,” you blushed, looking at your gown. Jimin understood, but paused.

“Um, I-ah,” he struggled, running his hand through his hair.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, worrying your lip with your teeth. Jimin sighed and shook his head.

“We can’t consummate our marriage fully. Not yet... Like Namjoon said, an heir will make us susceptible. But I can give you pleasure in other ways,” he explained.

“How?” you asked, raising yourself onto your elbows.

“I’ll touch you,” Jimin said, chinks twinging pink.

“You already are.” An air of apprehension filled the room. Jimin scratched his jaw, a tick you’d come to realize as nerves.

“I’m going to touch you, lower.”

You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but soon were made clear of his intentions. His hands pulled back the bed covers and revealed your legs covered in your dress. Jimin didn’t waste his time, moving his hands underneath the fabric and grazing your skin with his.

“Hah-Jimin,” you faltered as his hands went higher. He found the softness of your undergarments and pulled, feeling the material shed. Once your bloomers were off and forgotten, Jimin sat you up once more.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he said, pulling your dress over your head. Your barrier between yourself and your husband’s eyes was almost gone. Jimin turned you around and sighed into the skin of your neck. “Are you alright with removing your corset?”

“Please,” you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand placed on your synthetically tightened waist.

“As you wish,” he smiled. However, Jimin yet again found himself in trouble.

He had no idea how to take a corset off. He thought the ribbons on the back would remove it, so he started there. As the fabric became slack, your sides allowed more air in your lungs. Once the ribbons were unlaced, Jimin tried to take it off. However, it didn’t do as he wanted.

“Um, how does-uh?” You stifled your laughter.

“There are clasps on the front,” you informed, turning to face him. Jimin screwed his eyebrows in confusion, but went ahead with the task. Each clip showed more and more of your skin to him, which he found alluring. Normally Jimin found the toned muscles of his fellow man mouth watering, but here... Your soft stomach and ample breasts made saliva collect in his mouth. Pulling the corset off your arms and onto the floor Jimin stared to his heart's content.

It was the first time he’d seen a woman naked. The sight was different, but not unpleasant as he originally thought. You rubbed your arms, covering your breasts in the process. Being this bare without any sort of action made you nervous. Was he unhappy with was he saw? Did he think you needed to lose weight? You’d been corset training for months to be his desired size... Or, that’s what the maids at the castle were saying.

“Why wear that thing?” he asked in reference to your corset. “It seems painful,” he said, moving his lips to yours again.

“It is,” you murmured against his mouth.

“Then don’t wear it,” he simplified, taking your aching side and rubbing it with his thumb. You shuddered at the contacts and desperately wanted to feel more of his skin.

“My dresses won’t fit me otherwise... I’m too large,” you said with embarrassment.

“I’ll buy you more dresses that will fit your body the way it is meant to be, not mutated painfully,” Jimin promised.

“But-”

“As your Prince and Husband I worry for your health, that can’t possibly be healthy to wear at all hours of the day,” he said, not budging from his thought.

“This is an odd conversation to have at a time like this,” you said with amusement.

“I talk when I’m nervous.”

“I know you do,” you breathed. Jimin turned stoic.

“What do you mean you know?” he asked, pulling away from your body. You smiled softly.

“I’ve been married to you for a while, I notice things that you do... The way you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous as well. When you’re tired you rub your hands together. If you haven’t eaten all day you-mmpf!” Cut off by Jimin’s mouth you relaxed into his embrace.

“So observant,” he muttered. “Time for me to get a good look at you.”

Jimin’s hands ran down your form, grazing your breasts and then moving down to your legs. He shuffled in between your legs and nudged you to lie down. He saw the question in your eyes but shook his head.

“Don’t ask, just feel.”

Wet heat dragged from the inside of your knee down to your calf, causing you to cry out. Jimin shushed you, placing delicate kisses on your shin. This man had some kind of oral fixation. Every inch of you had to be mapped and tasted with his tongue, it seemed like a vendetta he had. You watched as his mouth went to your thighs, yet skipped over where the throbbing was originating from. Your lower stomach next, a wet kiss being placed above your navel. Eventually, his mouth made it to your chest. Another mewl of pleasure came from your throat as Jimin sucked a nipple in between his lips. Your hands grasped his hair and cradled his neck as you felt heat shocking straight to your maidenhood.

“Jimin, th-that feels-ah!” you whined, letting the sensations consume you. Jimin lifted his head from your chest and blew on the slick nub. He observed as your body arched upwards at the action. Glancing down at your center, he noticed the wetness leaking onto the sheets. It was his job to take care of you.

His mind thought back to Taehyung’s statement earlier...

‘Her clit is at the top of her womanhood. That will cause her a great deal of pleasure. Don’t just attack it, be gentle. Act like your pleasuring a man. No teeth, lots of licking. Use your fingers if it appears like she’ll need the added stimulation. The taste might not be incredible, but it’s not disgusting either. She’s cleanly. You can do it.’

Jimin winced and swallowed, trying to keep his racing heart under control. He kissed your lips once more, swirling his tongue inside your mouth. Your moan told him you were ready. Brushing your hair out of your face, you gave him a meek smile.

Reassured by your affection, he kissed down your torso and stopped above your pelvic bone. Shooting you a glance, one final request for your permission. A small nod came from your neck. With that, Jimin placed an experimental kiss on your lower lips.

“Oh!” you gasped, shifting slightly. Jimin adjusted his position so your legs were over his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around your upper thigh. You moaned as he took a long lick up your slit. Jimin paused and kissed your thigh so he could process.

You were so wet and silky down there. As if you were the most luxurious material in the world. The taste wasn’t repulsive, something for which he was thankful. He moved back to your center and gave a few more kitten licks, testing where you liked and where you didn’t.

“S-Shit,” you cursed softly, biting your lip so hard you were certain blood would be present. Jimin lifted his head and gazed at you, mouth swollen from kisses.

“Did you just swear?” he asked, a small grin on his mouth.

“I grew up a woman before I was a lady,” you winced. Jimin’s bell laughter rung out in the room. The tension from earlier fading away as he smiled at you.

“You may be a lady to others, but you only have to be yourself to me... That I promise,” he said, moving his mouth back to your core. You cried out again as Jimin laved his tongue over your folds, collecting you liquid on his tongue. The more he moved his mouth against you, the more he discovered you flavor was addicting. He was enjoying this too...

A tightness formed in his throat as his mind was thrown deeper into the realm of uncertainty. A fact he’d known about himself for years being questioned as his wife was beneath him writhing from pleasure. And he liked that... He liked that you couldn’t contain yourself as his tongue swirled across your delicate skin. His palms kneading the flesh of your thighs and you squirmed.

At moments, Jimin seemed far away to you when you looked down between your legs. His eyes glazed over as his mouth worked against you. The mounting pleasure in your stomach was burning through your nerves as each flick of his wet muscle sent shockwaves through your body.

You’d touched yourself before... A young woman was allowed her own pleasures at night...

But nothing compared to this. The lewd sounds of Jimin’s tongue against your wetness. The soft smacks of lips after kisses. His nose touched your pearl making you grip the sheets tight. Jimin noticed your body shuddering differently. He’d been simply licking and sucking at your entrance for a while, yet your end didn’t seem to be close.

“Can I try something?” he asked, kissing the top of your pubic bone gently.

“Anything,” you agreed.

Slowly, Jimin rubbed his fingers over your slit, gathering the wetness that lingered there. He knew where your anus was, but your entrance was different. And he certainly didn’t want to get that wrong.

Applying pressure, Jimin slid his fingers down your core until they sunk into your hole gently. You tensed immediately. “Ah!” you yelped. Jimin froze and pulled his fingers out, looking into your eyes with worry.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine, just, use one finger... Not two,” you swallowed. You’d never touched yourself like this... It was bound to be uncomfortable.

Again, Jimin pushed his middle finger into your entrance with patience. He almost groaned at the sensation. You were hot and wet, and soft inside. He couldn’t help but imagine if it was a different appendage disappearing inside of your heat. Your breathing halted, and Jimin felt your walls clench against his intrusion.

“Does this hurt?”

“No... No it feels good, please keep going,” you begged. Jimin nodded and pulled out to collect more of your slick, using it to aid him pushing his finger back inside of you. He felt your walls beginning to spasm, so he pressed his mouth against your pearl and sucked it into his mouth.

You wailed and gripped your chest for stimulation. Instead of feeling like you couldn’t quite reach your high, Jimin was practically forcing you over the edge.

“Jimin, don’t stop. Ah-Ah! Jimin!”

Moving his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, Jimin felt your walls clench impossibly tight and then relax as you cried out for him. A flush of liquid met his mouth and hand as you trembled against his ministrations. Your walls began to twitch and you gripped his wrist weakly.

“I-I can’t,” you wheezed. Jimin understood and removed his finger and mouth from your body. Looking at your body the air was knocked from his lungs.

There you lay, amidst the sheets with a soft blush decorating your cheeks. Jimin found his chest tight as well as his pants. Your lips were puffy from your teeth and he couldn’t keep himself from placing another kiss there. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart batter against his ribcage.

“You act as if you’ve just ran across the fields,” you smiled weakly. Jimin needed to get away from you. It was too much, he couldn’t handle this any longer.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, surprisingly cold. You furrowed your brow at his tone.

“Yes... Thank you for-”

“Then I’ll take my leave. Good night, Lady Y/N,” he coughed before standing quickly and heading out of the room.

You sat up quickly and moved to follow him, but you felt dizziness and fatigue weigh your body down, coaxing you to sleep.

Jimin rushed into the nearest empty room and shut the door behind him.

Your eyes held so much emotion...

Tears pricked his eyes as he brought himself to orgasm on the floor, thinking of his wife whom he would have to kill...

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harry-puddle · 7 years ago

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Two Months VI

Pairing: Prince!Ben Solo x Reader Warnings: cursing and ANGST Summary: Ben Solo has two months to marry before being put in an arranged marriage. In a fit of rage he runs away and stumbles into The Cantina Diner where he meets a beautiful waitress. A/N: Thank you to @floral-and-fine for helping me with this chapter. Also another short chapter. The chapters should start to get longer after this.

Prologue/Chapter I/Chapter II/Chapter III/Chapter IV/Chapter V

“Your highness? What?” you thought.

Ben’s eyes turned dark.

“We have been looking everywhere for you Prince Benjamin.” started Hux. “I am glad that you are safe, although I must say this establishment is not becoming for the future king of Naboo.”

“That is enough Hux.” said Ben, his voice growing loud and stern.

Suddenly everything clicked for you.

“WHAT.” you shouted.

Ben instantly turned to you, taking both your hands in his.

“Y/N can we talk somewhere private?”

You pulled your hands away from him.

“We have nothing to talk about.” you spat. “You lied to me. I never want to see you again. Besides, you clearly have better things to do.” Walking away you added one more thing. “Don’t worry about the check, royals don’t have to pay.”

You immediately walked into Maz’s office so Ben couldn’t see your tears.

“Hux. You are dismissed.” said Ben, standing up.

“I am sorry Prince Benjamin, but I had direct orders from your parents that once I find you I am not to leave your side. Come. We have a palace to get back to.”

Hux pulled out his phone and dialed a number, telling the person on the other end the address of the Cantina. Less than ten minutes later four guards dressed in red walked into the Cantina.

“Your highness, Mr. Hux. The limo is outside.”

Ben grumbled some sort of thank you and stood up. Before leaving he turned towards the workers of the Cantina, well those who weren’t crying their eyes out in Maz’s office.

“Thank you all for your hospitality.” he said giving a short bow and exiting the diner.

The two men sat down in the limo and Ben could feel his heart sink. It hadn’t even been an hour and he was missing you. Nobody had treated him like you had, in your eyes he was just a normal person, not a prince and future king. Just Ben. That’s all he had ever wanted.

Ben sighed heavily and stared out the window.

Hux looked to his right at the somber man sitting next to him. To say Hux wasn’t expecting this type of reaction was an understatement. This type of response was extremely out of character for the young prince. Hux was expecting to fight and argue with Prince Benjamin the entire ride back to the palace. Instead he was met with soft sighs and an unbelievably quiet man.

“Your parents will be glad to see you.” said Hux, breaking the silence.

“Will you just shut the fuck up for once?” exploded Ben, turning violently towards Hux. “You consistently ruin my life. I was in love and you took it from me!”

“I am sorry your highness, I was just addressing you with proper form.” said Hux, a small smirk coming to his face.

“Fuck proper form.”

“You know you couldn’t stay here forever.”

“I know that Hux. I was dealing with it until you showed up. I told her I had to leave. I know what’s best for the kingdom.” replied Ben, turning back towards the window and staying silent for the rest of the ride.

You were sitting in Maz’s chair sniffling to yourself when a knock at the door interrupted you.

“He’s gone.” came Rey’s voice.

“Good.” you responded, standing up and opening the door.

As much as you wanted to appear strong and totally unharmed, your friends and employer were met with tear stained cheeks and a running nose.

“Oh Y/N.” said Rey, pulling you into a hug. “I’m so sorry.” she said, stroking your hair.

“I can’t believe Leia let him have my old job.” said Maz, causing everyone to look at her.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re a secret royal too.” said Finn, changing the sign on the door to closed.

“No. I was the consort to Queen Leia when I was younger. I knew of Ben’s origins.”

“Maz-” you started.

“He wanted to feel normal Y/N. You gave him that. He is thankful and I know that he did what was best for the kingdom. Do not be angry at Ben for something that Hux screwed up.”

“He stilled lied to me Maz. I cannot forgive him for that.”

Eventually the limo came to a stop. With one final heavy sigh Ben exited the limo only to be greeted by his smiling parents. Walking over to his mother he expected a hug or some sort of “we were so worried”. Instead he was greeted with a smack to the head.

“Stupid.” said his mother. “Glad you’re back though.”

Ben only grunted. Ignoring his father he kept walking.

“You’re uncle is here.” said his father, causing Ben to stop in his tracks.

When Ben started walking again he had a sense of determination.

Eventually Ben ended up at the door of the guest bedroom that was reserved for when his uncle visited the palace.

Knocking softly on the door Ben waited until the door opened. In front of him stood the man he had confided in for years.

Luke smiled at the sight of his nephew.

“Come Ben. Tell me about your travels.”

Slumping down in one of the chairs in Luke’s room Ben put his head in his hands.

“Why can’t I be just a normal guy?”

“Ben you know you can’t. You have responsibilities.”

“Everyone keeps saying that. You had responsibilities but here you are.”

“It was different with me. I’m still benefiting the image of the royal family by teaching those orphans. Besides, I was the younger sibling so I wasn’t even going to be king.”

“You and my mom are twins!”

“She’s older by five minutes.” said Luke, smiling and sitting in a chair in front of Ben. “I know you’ve always had these thoughts Ben, but something about this trip has made them stronger. Am I correct?”

“I fell in love.”

“Oh Ben.”

“She’s the most perfect girl in the world and I lied to her.”

Luke sighed heavily, knowing the pain his nephew was in.

“You made the right choice Ben.”

“Hux still fucked it up for me.”

“Of course he did. I was never a fan of the ginger dick.”

Ben snorted. If there was one person in the world who truly understood him it was Luke.

After catching Luke up to everything that happened with Ben and you there was silence.

“So you truly care about this girl?”

“She’s wonderful. She deserves someone better than me.” said Ben, looking at his feet.

“Then be the prince she deserves.”

Ben looked up at his uncle, brows furrowed.

“Come help me at the orphanage. It’ll improve your image, get your mind off of Y/N and make you feel more secure in the fact that you are a good person.”

Ben thought for a moment. Maybe this would help.

“I’ll do it.”

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imagine-loki · 7 years ago

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Taming the rage

TITLE: Taming the Rage

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 66

AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine Odin tells Loki that he has to marry and it’s you. You’ve hated him for years. Every time he sees you in the palace he smirks knowing all the duties you’ll have to perform as his princess, making you cringe. He isn’t exactly fond of you either, but can’t help looking forward to the challenge.

RATING: Teen

While Loki was becoming besties with the floor, Eir had another surprise for Erika. The lab had developed a pill form for the present dose of antidote she was taking and she offered it under one condition. Erika was not to push herself physically simply because she had more freedom to do so and she was to stay with her for another three weeks. Erika assured her Loki wouldn’t allow that and knowing how diligently he’d cared for her, Eir believed it. She’d also known about Lokis plan to propose. Not only was she concerned the next few days of wedding preparations may exhaust Erika, but Frigga had secretly spoken to her. She wouldn’t reveal what, but told Eir the couple needed to be informed of something extremely important after marrying and feared it may cause Erika great stress. Therefore, Eir wanted immediate access to her just in case. Once Erika promised to agree, she removed her IV and Loki came to just as Eir was putting a bandage on Erikas hand.

He stood abruptly and snapped at Eir.

“What the hell are you doing? She’ll die without that!”

Erika rubbed his arm. “Loki no, it’s alright. Please listen?”

After an explanation, he calmed down and apologized. “Forgive me Eir. I think that may have been one too many unexpected surprises in one day.”

He rubbed his head and Erika chuckled. “Are you alright?”

“I’m a God, I’ll be fine.” Eir was pursing her lips as he glanced back at her. “So she’s really doing that good?”

“Yes, she is.”

He smiled at Erika.“Then I couldn’t be happier.”

“Honestly.” She teased. “You don’t trust Eir by now?” She stepped off the table and took his hand. “Come on daddy. We have news to spread.”

“Daddy? You learned that word from Jane didn’t you? And not until you eat.”

“Fine.” She replied.

Eir smirked as Erika lead him out the door, glancing back with her eyes crossed.

“Valhalla help me if I don’t.”

Upon reaching Thors, all were happy to hear that Saturday was a go and Erika was well enough to be free of her dancing partner. As she and Loki kept smiling however, Jane sensed something was up.

“Okay. What aren’t you guys telling us?”

Loki suddenly held his arms in the air, flexing his muscles all proud. “My boys can swim everyone! They can swim!” He blurted.

Erika slid a hand down her face. “I can’t believe you just said that. Exactly how hard ‘did’ you bump your head?” She glanced at everyone. “We’re having twins.” Then glanced back at Loki. “And how do know they’re boys you dork?”

Loki pointed at Jane while looking at Erika. “Another word you learned from her I gather?”

It finally registered with everyone just as Erika stuck her tongue out at him and Junior started laughing.

“WHAT?” Said Jane, pulling her into a hug. “Well you came back with a bang girl, this is great!”

Frigga smiled and did the same. “Oh my. You’ll need your own nanny now Darling.”

Thor was shaking Lokis hand. “Congratulations. Sleep while you can, you’ll need it.”

Frigga walked over and hugged him. “Leave it up to you.” She teased. “The God of Mischief and what’s this about bumping your head?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “It’s not important.”

“It is funny though.” Said Erika.

He sighed, knowing she was about to explain.

“Someone was a little ‘shocked’ to learn of his ‘double trouble.’”

Thor smirked at him. “Brother, you didn’t.”

Everyone was laughing until Erika suddenly yawned.

“Oh oh, party’s over for you.” Said Loki.

“Alright, but give me a moment?” She turned to Frigga. “May I speak with you alone please?”

They emerged from another room shortly after and once Loki and Erika left, Frigga had an errand to run. Ten minutes later, she was at her seamstresses. “This will be the dress and I’ll bring her around tomorrow.” ~~~~~~ After they arrived in Erikas room, Loki watched as she changed back into one of Eirs gowns.”

“Now who’s ogling who?” She asked.

“Oh? At least, I’m not hiding like a dirty little pervert.”

Her jaw fell open as she climbed onto the bed. “Loki!”

“What? I’ve no problem with your perversions Darling, the kinkier the better. And what were you discussing with Mother?”

“‘My’ perversions? This coming from someone who makes clones of himself and takes joy in them endlessly teasing me while he watches with his dick in his hand? And none of your business by the way. You’ll find out soon enough.”

A devilish smirk spread across his face. “Come now, you loved every minute of it.”

“Okay, I’m going to sleep now.”

When she laid down, Loki leaned to her stomach. “Hello there. Allow me to inform you that you exist because someone forgot her birth control when we went camping.”

Erikas cheeks went scarlet. “How did you know?”

“In a minute, I’m not done speaking with them.”

She rolled her eyes as he continued.

“And instead of opting for a spanking…”

Erika began sliding the pillow from beneath her.

“Your Mother chose kinky sex while I whispered very nasty things to her…”

She attempted a whack, but Loki caught it, pressed it against her boobs and shook them with it.

“Because she’s perverted!”

They laughed as he put it back. “I didn’t figure it out until long after the trip. Is that what you were searching for that morning?”

“Yes.”

Loki kissed her. “I’m very happy you forgot them. Do you realize what it means now that we’ve learned of my ‘double trouble’ today?”

“Triple including me.” She teased. “But what exactly?”

He smiled while caressing her cheek. “That now I’ll have three Angels to love instead of two.” ~~~~~

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Erika took a shower in the morning and Loki was chuckling when she came out.

“What?” She asked.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were doing something else in there by all the sounds you were making. ‘Mmm. Oh this is sooo goood! Ahhh.Yesss!’”

She shook her head. “Very funny. Did you bring me any clothes?”

“Yes, why?”

“I have to be somewhere this morning with my Mother in law.”

“I see. Then I’ll have to find something to occupy my time then.”

Frigga stole Erika away shortly after breakfast and Loki decided he’d go riding. He’d just left his chambers, when running into Volstagg and Hogun on their way to the palace Lounge.

“Have a date with horsey?” Asked Volstagg.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

After asking about Erika and learning of the twins, they convinced him to join them for a celebratory drink. One lead to another while playing darts and they teased him about becoming a Father with her.

“All those years you drove her so crazy and she never killed you? I still can’t believe it.” Said Hogun.

“Neither can I.” Said Loki.

“And now you’re creating more like her.” Teased Volstagg. “Have you lost your fucking mind? We should just dig you a grave and shoot your sorry ass into it now. I guarantee it would be less painful.”

Loki laughed. “You’re probably right.”

Hogun leaned towards Volstagg. “How much do you think he’d pay us not to tell her he said that?”

Loki cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “How easily do you think it would be for me to shoot you both and bury you in that hole before you even drew a weapon?”

Volstagg got the bar servants attention. “Four more doubles please and two go to our Prince.”

Too busy enjoying themselves, none had considered eating, so all three were quite sloshed by early afternoon. Thor was looking for Loki and when hearing some boisterous laughter from the Lounge, decided to investigate.

“Ohh shit.” Said Hogun, gesturing towards the door. “Here cometh thy Kingeth.”

After glancing around to make sure the lounge was empty, he and Volstagg stood together and once Thor was close, knelt before him. “To what do we owe the graciousness of your presence your majesty and God of Electrical Currents?”

Thor looked at the bar servant who gestured towards five empty bottles of whisky. With raised brows, he looked back at the men. “Get up please before I set your arses on fire?”

They clumsily helped each other up.

“Well then.” Said Volstagg to Hogun. “When we were friends, he would have said asses. Remember?”

“Why yes, I do indeed.” Hogun replied. “Perhaps all that goldeth in his crowneth has put a denteth in his head?”

“Perhaps you gentlemen would care to sleepeth things offeth in the dungeons?”

“Oh oh.” Said Volstagg. “It appears we’ve upseteth our Kingeth.”

Thor smirked. “I’m kidding men. Have you seen Loki around?”

“He was her..but then left.” Said Hogun, dismissively waving an arm.

“Her?” Asked Volstagg. “You’re cuteth offeth.”

Thor gave up on them and went to the bar servant. Not only did he learn Loki had left around ten minutes earlier, but that he alone drank almost two bottles.

Frigga was walking Erika back to her room after the seamstresses and a visit with Jane about her bouquet, when they entered to find Loki lying perpendicular across both beds. His arms and head were dangling completely over one side and his long legs the other, while he snored up a storm. Just as Erika raised her brows, Thor entered.

“At least I know where he is now.”

“He’s dressed to go riding. What happened to him?” Asked Frigga.

“He ‘happened’ upon a pair of court jesters.”

Erika chuckled. “I’ll bet I know exactly which ones too.”

Frigga rolled her eyes. “Come on Thor. Help me move him.”

“Awe, let’s leave him. He really needed to have some fun.” Said Erika.

“Come then.” Frigga held out her arm. “Someone we know has the day off today. Let’s pay them a surprise visit shall we?”

Jarles was elated upon opening his door to Erika as were her sisters and all were very ecstatic to learn she was having twins. She and Frigga spent the afternoon and left after dinner.

Loki slept for hours and after looking for Erika at Thors and then her Fathers, suspected she may have gone to their chambers. He entered to find her sleeping on one of the living room couches and questioned Frigga.

“Why is she here?”

“You were hogging both beds Darling.”

“Then why didn’t you wake me?”

“She was happy you’d enjoyed yourself and insisted I didn’t. She asked to come here after dinner and when becoming tired, requested I bring her the blanket from your bed.”

Loki sighed while approaching the couch. “If she wakens here, I’ll never get her back to Eirs.”

“I know.” Said Frigga. “She’d been awake all day though Darling and couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.”

Erika grumbled as he scooped her into his arms, blanket and all. “Loki, nooo.”

“Yes Erika, you’re going.”

He carried her back to Eirs and once placing her in bed, made her look at him. “Why did you have Mother take you back to our chambers?”

“We passed it on the way back from my Fathers.”

“And?”

“I knew you were still sleeping.”

She lowered her head and he lifted her chin. “We both know you could have come back here. Eir would have gladly allowed you to sleep in another room until I awoke, correct?”

She tried looking away again, but he forbid it. “Correct?”

“I really missed it Loki, alright?”

“I see.” Despite her pouting, his tone became a little stern. “Listen to me Erika. I already know how much you miss it, but breaking that promise to Eir, is no different than breaking it to me and I will not allow it. Do you understand?”

Her eyes were sliding shut as she nodded. “I..I’m sorry.”

With her hand now free, they were able to cuddle like they used to and he wedged her up against him like a perfectly fit glove. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have kept you from your bed. Please don’t go back there again without me?”

“K.”

“Good girl, now go to sleep.” ~~~~~~~ Frigga was now residing in Thors old chambers so he and Jane could have their privacy and the next morning, arrived to pick up Erika again.

Loki was confused. “Why will I not see her until tomorrow?”

Erika smirked while Frigga replied.

“You aren’t permitted to until after the ceremony. Eir is staying over night with us, so worry not.”

Loki left with them and after kissing Erika goodbye, had just started down another corridor when Frigga called to him.

“Wherever you’re headed, be certain it’s not to the Lounge with any court jesters?”

“Yes Mother.” He walked away rolling his eyes and a few minutes later, entered Thors chambers. “Ah, brother. Mother has barred me from all entertainment with court jesters. Care to join me in an afternoon of entertainment at a brothel instead?” His brows rose when hearing a voice from another room.

“I heard that! Have you forgotten what a good wallop I pack?”

“Why, hello Jane.” He leaned towards Thor, speaking quieter. “Is her hearing always that good?”

Thor replied just as quietly. “It’s improved since we’ve married, which has benefitted me none. It’s the fate of all husbands.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Said Loki.

“I heard that too boys and can pack more than one wallop!” She opened a door nearby and exited with a rolled up diaper in her hand. “Unless you’d prefer a toxic stink bomb instead?”

Loki laughed as Junior began following her out. “If that’s what lies ahead, I’ll be sure to leave that chore with Erika.”

“Good luck.” Said Thor.

Junior took one look at Loki and ran straight for him. “Okiii!” Once Loki picked him up, he glanced around. “Weeka?”

“She’s at grandma’s house buddy.”

“Which is where I’m heading now and he’s staying here with daddy.” Said Jane.

Thor sighed and when walking away, Loki followed. “The next time you have such intentions, make sure my wife is ‘not’ within earshot? We may stand a better chance of escaping.”

“We could still try after she’s gone. Bring some toys for Junior, slip the Madam some extra funds and she’ll mind him for a bit.”

“Let’s wait until he goes for a nap.” Said Thor. “Then I’ll have a servant mind him.”

“Splendid idea brother.”

Jane still hadn’t moved after giving the diaper to a servant. “I’ll quarter you Thor!”

“Did you hear something Loki?”

“Not a thing, why?”

Just as they entered another room, she shouted down the hall. “I’m telling on you Oki! Erikas wallops are much worse than mine, remember?”

They closed the door and Loki looked at Junior. “She’s going to ruin my honeymoon your Mother.” Junior just giggled. “And don’t you care one bit do you?”

The three ladies spent the morning having manicures and pedicures and after lunch, Erika slept for a while. When she awoke, her father came by and took her for a stroll in the garden. They sat near a bush of pink roses and Jarles smiled.

“They were your Mothers favorite. Do you remember?”

She smiled back. “I do.”

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a grandfather. With four daughters, I knew it was inevitable, but certainly thought your older sisters would beat you to it.” He looked at her and smirked. “Erika, how did this happen?”

“I’m not discussing that with you Father. We had this talk already.”

Jarles chuckled. “Twins. Leave it up to Loki.”

“Frigga said the same. I don’t think it’s really sunk in for me yet. Maybe as I get bigger.”

“You mean when you look like a boat?”

“Father!”

He laughed. “I used to say that to your Mother. She was always so graceful, yet that flew out the window the bigger she became while pregnant. Especially when trying to get off the couch. ‘Poor ship Asta,’ I’d say. ‘She’s anchored herself again. Can’t seem to unload that final barrel.’”

Erika shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

“While pregnant with you, she called your older sisters her tug boats.”

“Why me?” Asked Erika.

“You weighed the most at birth. I should warn Loki to wear a helmet while you’re in labor. One nine pounder earned me some bald spots. With two, he might be shopping for a toupee.”

Her brows rose. “If each weighs nine pounds by the time my labor starts, he’s going to be minus a lot more than just hair.”

“I’ll warn him to wear crotch armor too then. I walked a little funny for almost as long as your Mother did after you were born.”

Erika laughed. “Mother actually did that to you?”

“Yes and cursed me to Valhalla in the process. Buldurs wife had an eleven pounder a month before your sister was born and suggestion I use it. Helga ended up being the smallest, so your Mother was kind.”

After they laughed together, a moment of silence fell between them before he spoke again.

“I’m very grateful your Mother sent you and our grandchildren back to us. Especially for Loki’s sake. He wouldn’t have survived without you.”

“Thank you Father, I’m grateful she did too. I do know Loki loves me, but I’m sure he would have eventually been alright.”

Jarles shook his head. “No. Even Frigga believed the same. When I first put my trust in your Mothers word through Frigga and finally betrothed you to him, I questioned my own sanity for doing so and prayed one day you’d forgive me. The hurt in your eyes when I walked from Eirs rooms that day ate at me for the longest time.”

“Oh Father, I’m not angry. Learning of Mothers secrets, I realize now the difficult position you were left in.”

“You have no idea.” He cleared his throat. “It wasn’t only ‘our’ relationship that concerned me then, but what kind of life you were about to have betrothed to one who..who’s neck I’d envisioned my hands around on so many occasions.”

He said that with a chuckle and she joined him. “It’s alright. You weren’t alone, remember?”

Jarles took her hand. “I know. Over time, I came to see he felt much for you, yet still doubted if he truly loved you. Then I saw him holding you in the waters and heard his words.”

Erika stared at him. “You heard him?”

“Yes, as did Frigga. He needed a moment so we didn’t disturb him at first. You felt his words in your heart as his love Erika, but I wish you to know my perspective. The way he held you and touched you, the fear, the sadness and the terrible desperation in his expression and voice, reminded me of myself the day I lost your Mother. It almost broke me the way it almost did Loki and I want you to know why.”

Erika developed a lump in her throat as he continued.

“His joy, his light, his happiness, his reason for living and breathing, his ‘heart’ was dying and it was tearing him up inside at the deepest level. That’s when I realized I’d never need to question his love for you again as I know he would have taken your place in a second as I would have for your Mother. You’re a beautiful soul whose made us both proud and been a joy as a daughter and when I give you his hand tomorrow, I’ll know your Mother was right. He will adore you forever Erika and I couldn’t be happier for you.”

By the time Jarles was done, tears were rolling down her cheeks and he hugged her. “Enough of that now my lovely daughter. It’s time for you to be happy.”

“I love you Father.”

“I love you too.” He helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you back now little mama. Frigga will never forgive me if I exhaust you and that’s a wrath I can do without.”

Erika chuckled. “I agree.”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Father #Submitted fic #submission #chapter 66 #taming the rage #lokilover9 #odin #arranged marraige #palace #chuckling #duties #princess #cringing #Challenges

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The King’s Favor: Part IV

“You’ll start work tomorrow then?”, you asked standing up to lead the new nanny to the door.

“Yes, of course”, she said stepping out, with a small smile you closed the door and sighed. Thank the heavens you managed to find a decent dwarrowdam for the task…and in time too, the King and Queen were due to arrive tomorrow evening and you intended to keep your promises.

Soft gurgling invaded your little reverie and you felt a slight smile creep to your lips. You strode over to the massive wooden cradle and peered over the at the smiling toddler. He immediately glanced up at you with his big, sky blue eyes and batted his dark lashes at you before reaching out to you with his chubby hands. You gently picked him up and kissed his curly brown locks, “Awake from our nap, my little one?”, sitting down in an armchair you placed the little prince on your lap and giggled as his grin widened and grew into an adorable laugh.

You handed him a toy soldier and gently bounced him on your lap as he hugged it to his pink cheek, “Are you hungry?”, you asked softly while playing with his tiny toes. You had begun to take quite a liking to the dwarfling, he was certainly a very mild tempered being which made you uncertain after whom he took up after. He inherited his father’s vivid blue eyes and dark hair and his mother’s smile. He was most likely the luckiest dwarfling in Erebor, surrounded by riches and the promise of the throne, but all you could think was how unfortunate that this innocent creature should be to be born into such an unhappy family.

“I bet you miss your Adad”, you said stroking his dimpled cheek, “and I bet he misses you too…very much”, you knew that Thorin adored his child very much, beyond all his treasures. A sigh left your lips at the thought of Thorin, not that he had left your thoughts at all these past few days. You had replayed the events that had unfolded in the study that night and you couldn’t see yourself giving him any other answer than the one you had given…eventhough you wanted to. A dwarf’s loyalty and devotion to his wife are sacred and trumps all things, you hated the thought of being the object that tested Thorin, you couldn’t happily make him break his vows no matter how you felt towards him. You had to stay away from him, no more friendly conversations in the middle of the night, you will not get any closer to the King Under the Mountain.

A light knock on the door was followed by Irida stepping in, “Bo wants to see you, Y/n. I can watch him, besides it’s time for a feeding”, she took Nain from your arms and you left after kissing his cheek.

Bo was waiting for you in the corridor with his arms folded over his breastplate, “Well, good evening”, you said with a smile as he turned his head to look at you, “what brings you here today? Stopped by to visit the prince?”.

“I’m afraid not, a rider arrived earlier today with a message for you from the Queen, she expects to return tonight and wants you to have everything ready for her”.

“Oh”, you said feeling a little dismayed, you had hoped to have one more day to yourself, “Thank you for letting me know”. Oh dear, this also meant that Thorin will be back too.

“Y/n?”, you looked up to see him looking at you with concern, “Are you alright?”.

You perked up and smiled, “I’m perfectly alright. Just thinking about her majesty’s things I need to straighten out”.

That seemed to put his mind at ease, he flashed you a smile and offered to walk you downstairs, “I expect you had a nice little vacation the past two days”, he grinned.

“It’s a shame it has to end so abruptly”, you said with a sigh.

“Y/n, I need to speak with you. Alone.”, Misadora shot Irida a look and she took her leave. You wondered what little triviality she was going to get up in arms about now - after all, she had just gotten back.

She sat at her mirror and looked at you through it, her emerald green eyes mocking you.

When she finally spoke the blood drained from your face: “I know what you did”.

She knew. She knew about you and Thorin and you could only imagine what she’s about to do to you, is she going to have you exiled? Thrown in the dungeons? The gallows? Or have you beheaded?

“My Queen?”, you tried to not sound petrified. You hadn’t done anything. Not really. She beckoned you to help her with her jewellery and you urged your legs to move.

Steadying your hands, you worked her braids loose and began removing the hair ornaments, “Do you know what the first thing I was told when I stepped out of my carriage earlier?”.

“No, My Queen”, you replied.

“There was gossip going around that you had been seen with the King…in private”, she paused for effect before asking, “Do you deny it?”.

Your stomach felt queasy and you had to muster all your will power to look at her in the mirror, “I do not my Queen, but let me explain..”, you were surprised when she didn’t interject.

“I wasn’t feeling well and his Majesty was kind enough to offer to let me sit in his study to gather myself”, there was no way anyone had any proof of your meetings after that day, “That is about the long and short of it. I am forever grateful to him and I am sorry to have been an inconvenience to him, I can assure you that it will not happen again”, that was the truth.

Her eyes bore into your very soul to the point where you were afraid that she could read your mind and see that you hadn’t told her the whole story.

“I could have you thrown out right now, I could finish your life in Erebor in seconds”, Misadora appeared to be eerily calm, it scared you more than her vicious outbursts, you dropped your gaze to your hands as they undid the last of her braids.

“I know what they think of me - what you think of me. The vain, ill-tempered Queen”.

You looked up at her again, “I have never spoken a word against you to anyone, my Queen. You have my loyalty and that is the truth”.

“I dare say, I believe you”.

You looked at her a little shocked.

She stood up, “You haven’t given me a reason to distrust you. And I can believe that Thorin would forget his place as to offer help to a lesser. I don’t believe you have the gall to betray me and still be standing stand here”.

She turned around to face you, “The most that might be transpiring here is that you have a little girly crush on The King”, her lips curled into a cruel smirk.

You shook your head and bowed your head, her eyes on you put you on edge and made your skin crawl.

“Good, because he won’t return the feeling. He has finer tastes, and sure as day wouldn’t waste a single thought on you. Don’t get any ideas, I would stay in my fucking place if I were you”, she managed to sound sincere and sweet but her words bit at your insecurities and unnerved you.

“Of course”, you bit out.

“And should I hear any more of your meetings with the King..”, she took a step closer, “You will find out how true the things people say about me are. I will slit your throat myself”. She cupped your cheek and gave it a squeeze hard enough to sting, “I should hate to lose my favourite handmaiden”. She sauntered over to the bathroom, “Don’t keep me waiting”.

You blinked fast to stop those bothersome tears from spilling, “Yes, My Queen”.

Thorin had chosen to stay back at the Iron Hills for to deal with a few things that had come up, or so you heard - not that you cared.

If life at the palace has taught you anything, it was to go on living like nothing was the matter, to completely detach your personal life from work. Since the line between the two has been blurring the past few days, you were discovering that it is not so easy anymore.

You didn’t know how things will be between you and Thorin when he gets back, it was a problem that weighed on your shoulders. You had begun to enjoy his company and maybe even care for him, but you didn’t see how any of this was rational.

The rain came down hard on the stone pathway that leads up to the little veranda you stood on with Bo. There was very little light from the moon on this particular night and the trees faded into the night as darkness shrouded the landscape.

A single lamp burned behind you, casting a light wash of gold around it, “Coming up from below is worth it to watch the rain”, you sighed.

“As long as you stay within the city walls, I can rest easy”, Bo responded calmly. You smiled and continued to listen to the drum of raindrops on leaves and earth, it did you good to relax after yesterday.

“Y/n?”.

“Hm?”, you vocalized without shifting your gaze from the pale-lit night.

“I can tell something is wrong. I know something is wrong”.

You shrugged not wanting to talk much right now.

“Is it the King?”.

Lowering your eyebrows you turned your head to look at him.

He smiled, “You forget that I am with him most of the time you’re around and I notice things. That’s why I’m good at my job”.

“Nothing is happening. We talked, that’s it. I don’t understand why this is so scandalous, he is the King for Aule’s sake! He has the right to talk to anyone he wants”, you said shaking your head.

“I didn’t accuse you of anything”, he spoke gently, “but there are people who may not think it so innocent”.

“Don’t you think I know that?!”, you were stressed and this conversation wasn’t making things any better. An uncomfortable silence fell upon you two as you tried to regain your composure.

“The Queen confronted me about it, and it was the most humiliating thing I’ve ever experienced”, you said flatly which folding your hands over your chest.

“Did she indeed?”, Bo responded while shifting on his feet.

“I suppose the chambermaid told her”, you thought out loud, “I did promise her that she’d lose her job if she began spreading stories, I would have to keep it to prevent further damage”, these were just thoughts and you most likely didn’t intend to go through with them.

“No”, Bo sounded horrified and surprised at you, “I’m sure the poor girl didn’t talk to anyone”.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “How are you so certain?”.

Even in the soft light, you could see his cheeks lightly colour and he hesitated at first, “She didn’t tell the Queen”.

You gave him a look beckoning him to continue.

“I did”.

“For the love of Mahal!”, you cried out in exasperation and anger, “Why would you do that?”.

“I felt like I had to, you were going down a dangerous path and I couldn’t just watch”.

You dropped your face into your hands and took in a deep breath before slowly voicing your question, “Why didn’t you come to me first?”.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t listen, I knew it was too late. Maybe the Queen made a better argument than I would have”, he looked at you with his stormy grey eyes, pleading you to see reason.

“Yes”, you said anger burning your chest, “she threatened to murder me. I’d say that’s a good argument”, taking a step forward you glared at him, “You threw me to the dogs on an assumption that I was being immoral. I thought you had better regards for my character, but it is clear to me now that you don’t know a damn thing about me! Bo, I feel betrayed and I don’t think I want you here anymore”, you ended witheringly.

“I’m only looking out for you, Y/n”, he sounded heartbroken, “I know when you’re happy when you’re sad, and most importantly when you’ve got feelings for someone. He isn’t right for you…”, taking a step forward he tried to reach out to you, you simply turned away.

“You’re my best friend, and I don’t want this life for you!”, he was losing his patience because he couldn’t see why you didn’t understand his motives, “He doesn’t care for you, he doesn’t have a place for you in his life. You’re just a plaything to him, he is going to toss you aside when he’s done with you and I won’t be able to bear it to see you heartbroken”, he meant for his words to be illuminating but they stabbed you like knives.

“Then leave”, you uttered quietly.

“Y/n…you know I would never leave you”, he replied softly.

“I want you to. I don’t see how I can trust you again. I can watch out for myself”, you said firmly.

Bo opened his mouth to respond but thought better of it and instead slowly retreated back into the fort.

Once the heavy door shut behind you, a heavy sigh left you. You were less angry now and more miserable. You had made up your mind to stay away from Thorin earlier and you had no intention of changing your mind, but your stubbornness had made you speak out against Bo in spite.

You most likely lost your only friend and all you’ve heard from everyone is how Thorin is using you. You put up with Misadora’s nastiness every day because…well, why?

“What am I even doing here?”, you mumbled. Was any of this worth it? Getting involved in so much drama that could very well end your life. You didn’t care about how prestigious of a title it is to be the handmaiden to the Queen, you were still a servant to someone you didn’t respect. Irritation pricked at your skin again and a surge of adrenaline washed over you, a combination that most often lead to rash decisions.

You wore a look of determination on your face as you stepped out into the rain. The cold splattering of raindrops made you gasp but in delight. It added to your excitement and made you feel free…tilting your head back, you let the rain wash over your face. You could go anywhere…the possibilities were endless and you could do anything you wanted, the thought made you giggle. Running down the stone steps, you didn’t think twice about your belongings or goodbyes, you had no one to answer to, you didn’t care about your few possessions - you felt like you were invincible.

Soon you were on the road to Dale, of course, you had no real plans yet, but it seemed like the best place to go to right now since you had no means of transportation to a further destination save for your sopping wet slippers.

You had been walking for a while now, maybe close to an hour when you noticed that it was becoming harder to see the road as the rain got thicker and the clouds blocked out the last of the moonlight. But you could see lights in the little town of Dale off in the distance, so you weren’t far. Your heavy dress grew heavier as it absorbed water till it became a challenge to walk, your long hair fell out of their braids and clung to your skin and when the cold finally reached you through the blanket of optimism you had woven for yourself, you began to doubt your actions. Soon the rain is going to turn into a storm and the lights in the distance will fade, what if you get lost? Your eyes for the first time since beginning this little adventure turned to the unkempt, overgrown sides of the battered road in fear of the things that might be lurking in the dark.

“Mahal, why didn’t I wait until morning?!”, you cursed into the winds.

Wrapping your arms around you in a futile attempt to warm yourself, you stifled a sneeze. While still walking you pricked up your ears when you thought you heard a noise over the heavy rain. You began praying to Aule to not let some demonic creature murder you on the side of the road and at the same time you quickened your pace as best as you could.

It hadn’t been your imagination, the sound was real and it was becoming louder. The distinct sound of the thud of hooves on the ground, but you weren’t sure from which direction the rider was approaching, but before you could decide, the rider was rearing his pony as he tried to avoid hitting you. You screamed in fear as you toppled back and fell into a pool of mud.

You groaned in disgust and pain while wiping some mud off your brow, “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?! Imbecile!”, you sputtered out. The rider was already off his pony and at your side helping you up, ‘Forgive me, but what exactly are you doing here?”. You finally looked up into Thorin’s striking cerulean eyes and swiftly retrieved your hand once on your feet. He looked just as drenched as you did and equally tired.

“I’m going to Dale. Now if I may, my King”, you said with a clumsy bend of the knee before continuing your walk. You had no time to dally.

He was on his pony in a flash and cantering next to you, “Have you lost your senses completely? You cannot be out here on your own”, he called over the thunderous rain.

“I’m almost there”, you responded confidently.

“I’ll take you back. Y/n, listen to me!”, he was in no mood for your sass.

You didn’t respond, you were not going back there again. Your mind was made up and nothing was going to change that.

When you didn’t respond or even look at him, he leaned over the side of his pony and scooped you up with one arm. You shrieked in surprise, “Put me down!”.

He placed you in front him in the saddle and kicked the pony into a gallop towards Dale. Well at least you were going where you wanted to go, but him being here somewhat defeats the purpose of you leaving Erebor. Speaking was futile because any shouting was drowned out by the rain and the whipping winds. But at least you felt much less cold since your back was pressed up against Thorin’s chest and his arms while holding the reigns anchored you in place.

Soon, you were riding through the empty streets of Dale. Now that you were here, where exactly had you planned on going…

Thorin most likely picked up on that when he turned the pony down a narrow path and into a stable. You managed to uncling your dress from the saddle and hop off. Under a roof once more, it felt amazing to not be continuously pelted by raindrops.

Thorin was tying the pony to a post when you decided to say something, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that”.

“Have you no regard for your life?”, he snapped turning to face you. In the warm light of the torches, you made out the anger in his eyes. He lowered the hood of his cloak and proceeded to glare at you, waiting for a reply.

You found your tongue, “I was fine, it’s just rain”, you tried to sound as if you hadn’t thought of all the ways you could have died tonight.

He scoffed in agitation, “Clearly you know nothing of the world we live in. You are not to leave Erebor. What if you had gotten hurt?”, he took a few steps towards you, searching your face for a sign of penance, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I don’t understand. What were you doing?”.

“Nothing. I just wanted to go..”, you said meekly.

“Don’t play games with me!”, he barked startling you even more.

“I…”, you shuddered and finally sighed, “The Queen found out about our meetings. She threatened me..”, you laughed bitterly, “And I lost my only friend”. Thorin’s face seemed to soften a little.

“My King, I don’t want to cause unnecessary complications for you”, you slowly slunk down onto a bale of hay, “I don’t wish to get between you and her. I want you to be happy. I see now that I don’t belong in Erebor”, your voice faltered and shook, “And I certainly don’t wish to be your plaything”.

“My… what?”, he sounded like his awoken from a daydream, “Why would you that? Have I done something that would suggest my affections for you are anything but real?”.

You hugged your knees to your chest and avoided his gaze, “I can’t go back”.

“What will you do? You can’t possibly survive on your own”, he said stubbornly as ever.

“Because I’m kind?”, you said rolling your eyes, “I beg you not to mistake my kindness for a weakness. You’d be surprised by what I’m capable of achieving”.

“Why me?”, you asked squeezing your eyes shut, “You could have any dwarrowdam or woman in the world. Many would throw themselves at you if you let them, many who are more beautiful and more worthy than I”.

“Stop this”, he commanded clearly agitated, “There is no equaling you. I won’t hear any more of it”. You didn’t say anything, he restlessly walked up to the pony and unhooked a satchel before walking back to you.

“I don’t want you to leave”, his deep voice which was usually calm and confident carried a note of desperation, “You give me purpose, when I’m talking with you or just being in your presence I feel content with life because I feel like I’m with an old friend”, you looked up and saw the sadness and sincerity in his eyes but said nothing. Not because you weren’t moved, but because you weren’t expecting this from him, this was the most emotion you’ve seen him express since you’ve laid eyes on him.

He quickly regained composure, “You’re cold. Let’s go inside”.

“Where?”, you asked. He beckoned to the two-story building to the left of the stable with a nod of his head.

He stepped out into the rain again and began heading to the side door.

You stood up and realized that this was the night for many risky endeavors, “Thorin”, you called out making him halt mid path.

It dawned on you that this was the first time you’ve called the King by his first name, he turned around and found himself in your embrace. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t protest for a second. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, his lips hungrily fought to claim ever inch of your mouth. To you, he tasted like rainwater and happiness, the sensation of his beard rubbing softly against your skin made you happy. The feeling of reciprocating his longing was indescribable because you’ve never experienced something equal to this to compare it to, it felt right. His lips fit into the curve of your lips, his hands fit into the crook of your spine and over your hips…he fit into your being and you into his. His nose gently grazed your cheek as you slowly broke the kiss, blinking against the drops of water that were collecting at the ends of your eyelashes, you smiled, “Thank you for telling me”.

The feeling of amazement was probably wearing off on him when he murmured a small, “Mmh”, in response. He was more interested in the sparkle in your eyes and the flush on your skin at the ends of your shy smile. He didn’t think anything in this world could compete with your inner or outer beauty.

“Come on”, he said breaking away from you and leading you to the door.

You stepped into an inn. The lower floor appeared to a tavern and given its almost empty bar, you assumed it was past three in the morning.

“Go upstairs. I’ll be right there”, he said walking towards one of the humans.

You took the rickety wooden set of stairs concealed by drapery in the corner and ascended onto a stoop that was open on one side, looking over the small houses and shops of Dale and the other side housed a row of doors.

You waited patiently but it wasn’t long when you heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, “I was able to procure you some dry clothes and a place to spend the night”. He handed you a folded dress and unlocked one of the doors allowing you to step in.

“I’ll allow you some time to change”, he said closing the door.

Hurrying over to the small brazier that warmed the room you held your hands out and basked in the heat for a little bit before shedding your wet dress and then your underclothes. You grabbed one of the towels that were folded in a stack on the only side table in the room and dried your skin. You quickly stepped into the dry clothes, not wanting to leave Thorin out in the cold for longer than was necessary. Looking down at yourself, the blue dress was a loose fitting and felt like it was made of a thin fabric, you tied a sash at the hips to look more presentable. Outside, a clap pf thunder shook the inn making you jump in fright. You thanked the Valar and Thorin for getting you out of that storm just in time.

Satisfied with your dress, you opened the door to find Thorin leaning on the fencing of the stoop with a bottle of gin in his hand. Unbelievable. You left him alone for a fraction of a moment.

He stepped inside and you offered to return the courtesy of some privacy.

“Please, you don’t need to leave on my behalf”.

So instead you sat in one corner of the bed and began to undo what remained of your braids. Behind you, you heard the distinct sound of wet clothes hit the floor. Taking the towel, you dried your long hair in sections.

“Y/n?”, he spoke after a long silence.

“Yes?”

“I hope you know there is no love between myself and Misadora. At least not anymore”.

The thought of Misadora sent you spiraling into a cloud of guilt and dread.

“We are husband and wife in name only. I have never felt about her the way I feel about you”.

“Thorin, you shouldn’t say such things”, you hushed him, “She is your wife nonetheless, you entered into an agreement to honor each other”.

You heard him chuckle, “Is that what she’s been doing? Honoring me? I was a fool to fall into her trap”, a deep sorrowful sigh followed.

“I lost interest in everything. I merely existed to run my kingdom and immerse myself in the work at the forge. It was a miracle that I even looked up that one wonderful day when I heard your voice. I dare say it was fate. I was taken by the mere sight of you. I only regret not noticing you sooner”.

You blushed turning to look at him, he was leaning against the wall shirtless, every single braid in his hair was undone, even his marriage braid, he took a swig from the bottle and smiled softly at you. More blood rushed to your face at the sight of him, his finely chiseled torso earning a second glance from you.

Daringly, you patted the spot next to you on the bed. He slowly walked over and sat down.

“I know our folk like their drink, but don’t you think sometimes you’re a little excessive?”, you tenderly stated.

“I think everything I just told you tonight warrants my drinking”.

You couldn’t really argue there.

“Because you occupied most of my time, when you’re with me and when you’re not - I barely thought of such vices. But now you tell me you want to leave me”, he took another swig out of the bottle before you could take it from him.

“I’m here now “, you placed the almost empty bottle on the ground and took one of his hands in yours.

“Indeed you are”, he squeezed your hand in affection.

Another loud crash of thunder elicited a squeak from you.

Thorin found it amusing, “Still think you could have lasted alone out there?”

You stuck your chin out, “Perhaps”.

He shook his head, “Stubborn lass”.

“I’m stubborn?”, you cried in disbelief, “My King, I believe all of Arda proclaims you as the champion of stubbornness”.

He offered you a smug smile.

You felt so much more at ease here in the comfort of the small room than in the confines of the vast palace.

As if he heard your thoughts, Thorin spoke, “She can’t hurt you, you know. As long as I am there she can’t do anything to you”, he circled an arm around you and brought you closer to him. Sighing, you rested your damp head on his strong shoulder.

“My King, I would like to forget everything tonight”, you pulled your legs up onto the bed and turned to face him. You placed your hand on either side of his bearded jaw, “I want to just be us tonight”, you kissed his cheek and flopped down on the bed.

He looked down at you, his gaze washed over your form like waves on a beach. He wasn’t sure what to do next - a rare event for Thorin to be uncertain. You smiled, reaching for his hand again, you coaxed him to come closer. Leaning against the headboard of the bed, he kicked his boots off and settled in next to you.

You rested a hand on his firm thigh and looked up at him, “So, how was your journey?”.

His eyebrows rose and fell with his sigh, “Busy. One might suppose that the granted passage through Mirkwood would be the end to all our trade problems, but the three clans from Ered Luin are demanding a tax increase on anything Erebor buys from them since we “have the means to do so”. If it’s not one thing it’s the other”.

Well, he did have a lot of gold, it wasn’t a surprise that others will be after it. You began to trace patterns on his thigh, losing yourself in his stories, giggling at some of his metaphors and marveling at how beautiful he looked when he was being open and himself. Time stopped in this room, you had no cares, neither did he, it was just you and him with nothing in between. He was not the King and you weren’t a lowborn dwarrowdam, you were just two people who were completely enthralled by each other.

“You mentioned a falling out with a friend earlier today?”

You narrowed your eyes at the thought of the betrayal, “Bo? What about it?”.

“Bo? The captain?”, he sounded intrigued, “I always felt strangely about him”.

“He was the one who told the Queen about...”, you sighed.

“Of course. What more could you expect from a half-breed”.

You lightly smacked him on the side of his leg, “There’s no need to be nasty. He is a good person. Loyal to you and a hard worker. He only wished to protect me”, you knew he didn’t have any bad intentions.

You became aware of Thorin casting you a strange look.

“I suppose the reason I didn’t particularly take to him was because he always had your affections and I didn’t”, Thorin said thoughtfully, he chose to leave out the part where he nearly denied Bo the captaincy out of envy.

You laughed, “Bo and I are good friends. I could never feel about him the way I do about you”.

Hours slipped by as you learned many of the details of his numerous adventures and amidst these stories, he showed you parts of his soul that are concealed from the rest of the world. He made you laugh like no other, it was a little surprising to you because he didn’t strike you as a dwarf with a sense of humor. It wasn’t your average sense of humor, it was dry and awkward but also very much him. His deep, rumbling voice became your favourite sound and you wondered how you managed to ever be happy without it before. Somewhere between your conversations, he slid down onto a pillow and gave you access to his almost dry locks of hair to play with.

“And this one?”, you asked tracing a longer scar just under his left pectoral.

“Cave troll”, he seemed to be a little too pleased with your fascination in his collection of battle scars. It was a miracle that this man was still in one piece after all you’ve heard.

“What about this one?”, you lightly touched a raised scar that ran across his collar bone, “an orc?”, you guessed.

He looked down and chuckled lightly, “That was no orc. That’s a gift from my brother from when were dwarflings”.

A small giggle escaped you at the thought of Thorin as a rambunctious dwarfling but then you noticed that he was looking at you funny, “What?”, you asked nervously.

“Look at you…you’re so beautiful. Positively breathtaking. Any dwarf would be lucky to claim your heart or just be graced by your presence..he’d be the envy of the world”, he smiled lovingly at you.

You hid your blushing face in the palms of your hands, “You mustn’t tease me so”.

He reached out and took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to place a tender kiss on your knuckles, “I’m the happiest I’ve been in all my life”.

You lightly kissed his chin and before you could back away, he claimed your lips in a warm kiss, your eyelids fluttered shut as you lost yourself to him all over again. Your fingers trailed down the smattering of dark hair on his chest and back up over his tattooed arms, feeling every ripple in them as his hand slid down the curve of your spine. The taste of gin, the sensation of his touch and the comforting smell of him almost made it too difficult to resist the not so subtle request when his hand finally came to a stop on your bum.

You broke the kiss apologetically, “Thorin…I’m sorry I cannot in good conscience give you all that you desire from me”.

He didn’t get annoyed or frustrated he merely pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head, “I understand. I will more than gladly take whatever you offer me”.

You settled into his embrace and let him trace the seams on the back of your dress which made you feel fuzzy and comfortable. Laying there with his heartbeat drumming at your ear, you felt the exhaustion and excitement of the day catch up with you till you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”, you responded opening your eyes, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes of sleep.

“I have to be getting back now”.

“Oh”, you were more than a little disappointed.

“If you come with me, we can be back before most of the people at the palace are awake”.

That would mean it would be like you never ran away, you would pick up from where you left off and be back at Misadora’s side. You hadn’t really accomplished your goal of getting away from Thorin and you’re certain that you now knew more about him than anyone else. He made you happy and you certainly were the only thing that made him happy right now.

And now that you’ve had time to think things more clearly, you weren’t ready to leave your job- you’d worked too hard for it.

“I will come with you. But..”, you stipulated while sitting up, “only on the condition that you tell me more of your adventures”.

His face lit up as he reached out to kiss your forehead, “My dearest heart...I’ll tell you everything and more”.

The rain hadn’t let up and it still looked like night outside, this would mostlikely work to your advantage on your trip back .Preparing to leave, you noticed that the thought of going back caused the softness in him to slowly recede and war harden dwarf emerge, with this stoicism and curt replies. His heart was only for you.

“May I?”, he asked gazing down at your hair that you’ve been brushing.

“You needn’t ask”, you kissed his hand before letting it trail through your soft hair. Relaxing into his touch, you let yourself enjoy this intimate moment, soon you felt both of his hands work your hair.

“That’s the best I could do in such little time”.

Opening your eyes, you touched the mass of waves that cascaded over your shoulder to find a single braid that began just above your ear and spiraled its way down. Your fingers traced the emblem of Thorin’s clan that was etched in the bead that secured the bead; it was one of his.

“Thorin...”

“I hope you aren’t offended”.

“Not in the least”, you said in amazement.

Of course, you wouldn’t be able to wear it for the world to see, you would conceal it and wear it just for him.

“You are mine”

“I am”.

@dat-targaryen-tho enjoy!

#The King's Favor #Thorin Oakenshield #thorin #reader insert #thorin oakenshield x reader #fanfiction

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yulnabi · 6 years ago

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Yuliya & Osman, Прости за любовь

I woke up feeling somewhat different. Like some change had suddenly taken place. When I opened my eyes, Osman was sitting at the desk, he had breakfast with.

“It’s still warm Yuliya, I wanted to see my queen keeping my baby well-fed and healthy.”

I looked at him skeptically and said, “I can’t be your queen, you just want me as your lover.”

He got up, walked up to me and placed his hand on my stomach. “You still don’t believe me, do you? You are my queen,” then caressing my stomach, he continued, “He changes everything.”

Again, my mind was telling me this was a trick, that he was again trying to play with my feelings, but little by little, my mind was being overruled by my heart. Something inside insisted he had indeed changed.

“Yuliya, stay with me and you won’t just be my queen, we will rule the Milky Way.” He then got on the bed, slowly undressing.

“I don’t care about any of that.” I told him, unaware, I was following suit.

“What do you care about then, my queen?” I felt him move to that most wonderful of places as he said this.

“I only care about you.” I confessed, my mind unable to believe I had not learned yet.

He smiled, then started kissing me, slowly moving further down my body, kissing my stomach then further down. We made love for hours, until our bodies could no more. Afterwards, we lay there, I felt so safe, so comfortable knowing he was beside me. All the wrongs, his abuses were forgiven at that moment. I knew once more that I wanted to spend my life with him.

He talked about how I had inspired him to change. How he would enact changes to Mergen’s society when he took over. How he would replace the nobility with a democratic style modeled after those of Earth.

He also talked about us, how I would be his equal and not just pretty arm candy. He told me he wanted me to lead the Mergen science program once he had enacted his reforms.

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After hours of laying in bed, talking with Osman, we finally got up, took a shower together, then got dressed. We headed to the bridge, where he said that the warp drive had charged faster, thanks to some energy source in the ship, so we would be leaving sooner than expected. He said how this ship was top secret, the first cruiser ever built by the Mergen Space Fleet. How his brother was furious that most of the military had sided with him, and were currently engaging his brother’s loyalists all over the colonies.

This talk of war worried me, and I changed the conversation to investment in technology. I wanted to know where Mergen stood compared to Earth. He smiled and detailed the advantages they currently had over Earth.

“So you see, my queen, the Russians can bark all they want about you being with me, but they have no way of enforcing such treaties. You are not there property! You are my future wife, and mother of their future king.”

Being recognized as a person lightened my heart, I moved to kiss him, when we heard the alarms go off.

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We received a communication that the ship was under assault. He ordered a group of 9 powerful Mergenese elite metas to join us at the bridge. These were his personal guard, the best of the best Mergen had. The rest of his guard was ordered to join the forces in the ship and repel the attack.

For what seemed like hours, we kept hearing updates on the fighting. The invaders kept gaining ground, inching their way closer and closer to the bridge. Osman ordered his men to gather up and launch a decisive counter attack against the invading troops.

We heard an officer inform us they were ready to begin the counter assault. For the next 30 minutes we did not hear any updates. The elite troops accompanying us prepared for one final battle at the bridge. I suddenly sprung to alert, ready to fight alongside Osman if need be.

As tension grew inside the bridge, I had a strange feeling overtake me. Something seemed to link me with one of the unseen invaders. My stomach started hurting too, like my baby felt the connection also.

The door to the bridge suddenly disintegrated. I was able to spot a group of four, including Vladya and three unknowns before Vladya shot an intense bolt of lightning towards Osman. In something I had never done before, time seemed to stop, I saw the bolt coming almost in slow motion and I cast a shield around Him, which absorbed the entirety of the bolt.

Things returned to normal, and Vladya kept attacking him, though my shields served to protect him. It had just been a couple of seconds, when I turned to see the 9 guards floating, seemingly disabled. Suddenly, their chests burst open and their hearts jumped out. I was terrified by such monstrosity. Then it hit me, I had seen something like this once before. I looked at one of Vladya’s crew and she looked strangely familiar.

The young woman then sent a burst of pink energy towards me, sending me back hard against the window of the bridge. Osman was frozen in place, but even being thrown through the air, I was able to keep my shields up on him. As soon as I landed, I resurrected one of the guards, who without thinking, shot his energy gun at one of the Russians, making her head burst in a single attack. He then shot off the archer’s leg, and wounded Vladya, before she killed him again with lightning.

The speed of events made me unable to resuscitate any of the other guards, as by now I could tell the woman was trying to keep me distracted. Osman then came too and immediately charged at her. Before landing a hit, though, she paralyzed and levitated him, her eyes glowing pink, trying to burst his chest open, and turning to me.

Again, time froze, and the only ones who seemed to move were her and me. I was using every bit of energy I had to keep Osman’s chest from bursting open. Time frozen, it seemed the woman and I were in a stalemate, in a battle of wills.

I slowly crawled towards her, begging her to stop. “Please don’t do this. I will turn myself over if you let him live.” I told her as I reached her feet, looking up in tears, feeling my energy slowly getting drained from my body. Then she spoke, and her words shook me to my core.

“Mother, you don’t understand. This man is a stain upon the universe. If he lives, billions of lives will be on your hands.” Then she intensified her attempts.

“What trickery is this?” I asked.

“It’s no trick mother. You know I’m right.”

I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of everything. Then I saw her at the Imperial Palace in Novi Cheboksary. She was but a young girl, but I could tell it was her. When I opened my eyes, I knew she was right, I knew she was telling the truth. Yet, my heart could not let go of Osman, of my first real love.

The ship then warped to the Mergen System. The stalemate continued, until out of the deepest lengths of my body, I managed to unleash a wave of energy that threw her back, breaking her hold on him. The energy paralyzed her, Vladya and the archer, as time returned to normal. I hugged Osman, telling him nothing could ever split us apart.

Knowing they were paralyzed, I told Osman we should release them to their government. Then I kissed him. It was a long, passionate kiss, one that seemed to last forever, when I suddenly felt a sharp pain. A look of anguish and despair appeared in Osman, and before he hit the ground, I saw a bright pink lance heading out of the ship.

I looked down, and a large hole was in my stomach, and Osman’s. Before I could heal him, I felt myself powerlessly levitated, the pain still in my stomach. The woman, my daughter, then approached me and said she was sorry. The ship, Osman, and everything then disintegrated before my eyes. The Russians and I were in a bubble in space, the hole still in my stomach. The pink lance then blew up, energy spreading across the vastness of space as the bubble protected us.

“Goodbye brother” she said. Suddenly falling to her knees, as my body collapsed also. She crawled towards me, kissed my forehead, and said she would explain later. Then she moved her hand to close my eyes, causing me to sleep.

THE AFTERMATH

I woke up in a pod in the moon base. Vladya was sitting there, along with the archer and the woman whose head I had seen blow up. My daughter was also there. She introduced herself as Guzel, and proceeded to explain everything.

At the time I did not realize it, but I was so drugged by them that I could not really feel a thing. That is why I had not broken down crying.

Guzel then informed me that the lance she had shot through me had headed straight to the star in the Mergen System, causing it to go supernova. That in 11 years, we would be able to witness that event. She then asked me not to worry about Mergen because it had been relocated to a distant galaxy.

I tried to move, but my body was not responding. She then closed her eyes, and told me what I had already figured out, but had feared all along.

“I could not let my brother be born. You do not yet have the experience or ability to lock his powers.”

My heart sank, but again, the drugs prevented any reaction.

“One day you will understand mother.”

With that, the effect of the drugs were suddenly lifted, and I was finally left alone with my grief. I cried until I was out of tears. I tried hitting things, unleashing that energy I had done back on the cruiser, but I couldn’t. I was back to being my weak self, incapable to damaging a thing.

OOC: Previous parts.

Part I: https://grandduchessguzel.tumblr.com/post/177230804001/yuliya-osman-pt-i

Part II: https://orderofvladya.tumblr.com/post/177231692641/yuliya-and-osman-pt-2

Part III: https://orderofvladya.tumblr.com/post/177262830171/yuliya-and-osman-pt-3

Part IV: https://grandduchessguzel.tumblr.com/post/177299324611/yuliya-osman-pt-4

#champions online rp #Yuliya Kardasheva

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imagine-loki · 7 years ago

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Taming the Rage

TITLE: Taming the Rage

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 65

AUTHOR: lokilover9

RATING: Teen

Upon Edgar’s death, Frigga had ordered his small apartment be locked and un entered until further notice. She’d intended to personally deal with his belongings, but hadn’t had the time. The drawings Erika mentioned kept resurfacing in her mind however, so when a delegate cancelled dinner for the same evening one morning, she used the opportunity to investigate. Edgar’s apartment was spotless as he’d always kept it and she smiled at the light scent of sandalwood still present amidst the rooms. It was his favorite and would forever remind her of him. Once finding the chest, it was larger than Frigga had anticipated and upon opening it, she was truly awed. Inside was file after file, labeled with names and specific time periods all the way back to Edgar’s early adulthood. Edgar’s parents, her and Odin when first married, Ander and his Mother, Thor and Loki as babies, the palace, friends, Thor and Janes wedding, Junior, there were so many, she’d need time to inspect them all and so turned her attentions to a particular era. Loki’s childhood.

It didn’t take long for her to find drawings of Loki secretly watching Odin and Thor spending time together. Often they were laughing and playing, or Odin was expressing a rare gesture of affection towards him. As much as she’d loved her husband, the heartbreak in Loki’s expressions angered and brought her to tears, especially in the drawings where she realized Odin was berating him. Loki would be cowering in fear and she couldn’t believe he’d been so frequently cruel to him as there were no drawings of Odin treating Thor this way. She’d witnessed him deliver harsh words and delegate discipline to both boys, but never had he looked so vicious like in Edgar’s drawings making it obvious he’d observed incidents between Odin and Loki she hadn’t.

After shedding many tears and verbally thanking Edgar for all his kindness towards Loki, she’d almost put everything back when a file she hadn’t initially noticed caught her eye. Searching it from the very beginning, she found something that warmed her heart beyond words and knew exactly what needed to be done with it. “Oh Edgar, thank you again. This is perfect.” Upon standing, she accidentally knocked a small box from the shelf above her. It opened when hitting the floor and she chuckled. “Oh my, this will be perfect too.”

A few days later, Erika requested the presence of her sisters, Father and Frigga in her room and Loki arranged it. They all sat in chairs around her bed and Erika cleared her throat.

“I’m uncertain of what you’ll think of this, but I must to tell you.” She described her time with Asta word for word, including the part about Beatrice and as her sisters cried, Jarles and Frigga stared at her in awe.

“The..the clover.” He stated. “You were a baby when I lost that Erika. I never told you of it.”

Jarles’s oldest daughter suddenly rose from her seat. “Oh norns!” She yelled, before bolting from the room. Jarles asked his other daughters to follow her and they left.

Erika then turned to Frigga. “What’s going to happen to Beatrice?”

Frigga explained she would go before the highest court in three weeks. She could either plead guilty, or have the lawyer assigned to her plead her case for a trial. Either way, her participation in the plot to murder an heir to the throne, would most likely result in death.

Erika then revealed to Frigga what Edgar had asked of her. While imprisoned, he’d strongly sensed the horrible guilt and sadness that constantly plagued Beatrice and knew she’d been an unwilling victim in Anders plot. He’d asked of Erika upon her sentencing, if she’d visit with Beatrice and assure her one day she’d be forgiven.

Frigga sighed. “I can’t say I disagree with her sorrow. She cries so often I’ve had to place a magic shield around her cell so no one can see or hear her. The other prisoners were complaining and calling her a baby killer. From the day she was imprisoned, her entire family seems to have completely disowned her as well and she’s had not one visitor.”

Erika winced at this. “Please Frigga? I must see her.”

Edgar’s input definitely influenced Frigga’s decision and she agreed, but only if Erika was healthy enough at the time. Then her sisters all came barreling into the room and stared at Jarles.

His oldest daughter approached him, holding out a closed hand. “Father, forgive me? I’d completely forgotten until Erika mentioned it.” Upon opening it, there sat a perfect four leaf clover encased in the clearest and strongest of plastics within Asgard.

Trembling when taking it, he looked to Erika. “You’re Mother had this made for me when we were dating. It was for luck whenever my job required a dangerous mission, or I had to go off into battle so I would always return to her safely. I thought I’d lost it forever.”

Erikas sister apologized again and explained. She’d been playing in Astas jewelry box as young girl where she’d found it and had it in her hand when she got caught. Asta was furious and while taking the box away, she’d slipped it into her dress pocket. Sent to her room, she’d hid it in a small box deep in her closet, fearing Asta would think she’d meant to steal it. A week later, Asta went to her about it and she’d lied, still fearing punishment. Believing it lost, Asta stopped talking about it and over time, it ended up forgotten about until this day. Elated to have it back, Jarles forgave her immediately.

“So, she actually said we’d all be together again one day did she?” He asked Erika.

“Yes Father and I believe her.”

Jarles stared at the clover in his hand, then smiled at Frigga. “Me too.” ~~~~~~~ Erika continued getting stronger and early the next week, Loki left her room shortly after breakfast one morning and returned with a wheelchair.

“Really?” She asked. “I can?”

He smiled at how her face lit up. “You may, I spoke to Eir about it last night.”

“Can’t I just walk? I’ve done so good in my room.”

Loki helped her put on some tights and a sweatshirt Jane had given her, using magic to fit it around her IV tubes. “You have, but it’s a beautiful day and I thought we’d go outside for a bit.”

“We’re going outside?”

Her response was that of an excited child and Loki kissed her. “Yes Darling we are, but only if you agree to stay in the chair.”

“I promise, just please get me out of here?”

Everyone that passed them in the palace corridors greeted Erika with nods and smiles, but Loki didn’t give them a moment to stop and chat.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” She asked.

“You can see them another day. Why waste more time inside?” They reached the palace’s main doors and he stopped. “I need you to do something for me please?” He stood beside the chair. “I’m taking you somewhere and need to blindfold you until we arrive.”

“Blindfold me?” She asked. “Isn’t it a little soon for the ‘God of Kinkyness?’ You aren’t taking me to that tree are you?”

The guards at the doors smirked and Loki squatted to her level. “No, I am not.” He whispered. “Could you keep your voice down Darling?”

“Then what are you up to?” She whispered back.

“Erika, will you please just humor me?”

Something in his eyes convinced her to allow it and as they exited, she inhaled a deep breath. “I’d almost forgotten what fresh air smells like. It’s funny how we take some things for granted until we no longer have access to them.”

He leaned to her ear. “Very true and I shall do it no longer.”

Erika sighed. “Oh Loki, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know you didn’t. Enjoy the ride, hmm?”

He purposely took her along different areas of the palace grounds in hopes of confusing her and could tell it was working as she kept smelling the air and tilting her ears to various sounds. Eventually, they drove over what felt like grass and came to a stop. After locking the wheels, he stood before her while removing the blindfold, watching her reaction.

Recognizing the spot immediately, she smiled up at him. “Oh Loki, this is it. The pond we first met at. I still can’t believe you remembered.”

“How could I forget? Such a brat you were.” He teased. “This truly was my pond and no one said I had to share it. Then along you came with your red curls and big green eyes, thieving rocks and dirtying my new boots. Consider yourself lucky I don’t toss you in for that.”

“I can swim silly, remember? Although my dancing partner might not fare so well. I’ll certainly be happy when I’m freed of it. I know it’s necessary, but the longer I’m stuck with it, the more I miss ‘home’ and our life there. You must miss home too and I’ve kept you so long from it. I’m sorry.”

Loki knelt before her. “No Erika, listen. Wherever ‘you’ are, that’s where home is for me too. If that’s within Eirs rooms right now, then so be it. I don’t care how long it takes until you’re well, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now cheer up or I ‘will’ toss you in.”

She chuckled, then took a better look around. “It’s been awhile since I’ve come here. The gardeners have done wonders with the landscaping, it’s beautiful now. Thank you for bringing me.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and kissed her hand. “I couldn’t think of a better place than the spot we first met for the occasion.”

“Occasion?” She asked.

“I know we’re betrothed Erika, but I couldn’t let that stop me from doing this the way I’ve wished.”

She gasped when from a back pocket, he presented a small, velvet, green box. “Loki?” Upon opening it, her mouth fell ajar as inside was a beautiful fair sized Emerald in the shape of an eye, surrounded by small diamonds on a gold ring.

Loki looked her in the eyes. “I call you Emerald girl because that’s what your eyes have reminded me of since the moment I first saw them. I’ve wasted enough of my life without you and refuse to do so any longer. Will you marry me Erika?”

A sob escaped her as she threw her arms around him and slid onto his lap. “Of course I will marry you!”

Loki laughed, gripping her IV pole as it almost fell over. “Don’t you want to wear it?”

“Yes, I do!” She kissed him then sat back in the chair.

“I measured your finger while you slept and as you’ve lost so much weight, had it made a size larger.”

Erikas hand trembled as he placed it on her finger. When realizing it was too big, she pouted and he put it on the middle one.

“It doesn’t matter to me which finger you wear this on, the jeweler can fix it accordingly. You will still be my wife sooner than you think.”

“Loki I love this, it’s so beautiful and don’t worry. I told you I’d wait for you.”

“Why should you when we’ll be married this Saturday?”

Erika was stunned, realizing he was serious. “Wh..what? How? That’s only four days away.”

He could see the concern on her face and reassured her. “It’s alright darling. I’ve had this planned since days after you first woke. It will only be immediate family and we can have a proper wedding later, whenever you wish. Marry me this Saturday Erika?”

Loki couldn’t have been happier when she agreed and after an extensive walk through the gardens, he took her to one more place before returning. They stopped along the path near the clearing where Colton’s tree was and he offered his hand.

“I actually get to escape?” She asked.

“Only for a moment as I’ve a question about something.” He stood her in a certain direction and smirked. “The vines along this fence are rather thick and difficult to see through, wouldn’t you agree?”

She gave them a quick gander. “It would appear so, yes.”

His smirk widened. “I see. So where exactly were you standing then, to get a good view of me pouring water onto my half naked body?”

Erika’s expression flooded with embarrassment and she squeezed her eyes closed. “Oh no. I have a serious bone to pick with someone. Very serious.”

“Ohhh, come now.” He teased. “She meant well Darling. Your perversion was revealed along with your love for me.”

“What? It’s not a perversion. I…”

“Yes it is.”

“Look.” She stated, with a sigh. “I was bringing you lunch and you were shoveling and…it just sort of happened.”

His smirk returned. “You watched me shoveling as well? Just exactly how long ‘were’ you ogling me through those bushes for?”

“I wasn’t ogling. Can we not talk about this anymore? It’s rather..embarrassing.”

“Hmm.” He sauntered towards her and feathered his lips over hers, speaking in a husky tone. “So tell me. Did I make you as wet as I made myself?”

“Oh that does it.” She walked over and plunked back down in the chair, sighing at his impish grin. “I’m never going to live this down am I?”

Loki laughed as he pushed her along the path. “Not a chance in hell Darling.”

Once back in the palace, Loki insisted they have lunch before informing Thor and Frigga of their decision. Eir entered her room while they were waiting for it.

“You look happy. Did you enjoy your walk?”

“Very much so. I was formally proposed to and look!”

She beamed with pride, showing off her ring and Eir smiled. “It’s beautiful, congratulations. May I see you both in the Soul Forge room please?”

“Is something wrong?” Asked Erika.

“No child, but it’s time you had a more exploratory check up. Come.”

They followed and Erika laid on the examining table while Loki watched, standing near the bed. A 3D vision of Erikas womb appeared and moments later, they all heard a faint, yet rapid, consistent swooshing sound.

“What is that?” Loki Asked

Eir smiled at them. “Your baby’s heartbeat.”

Erika became excited. “Is it really?”

“Yes.”

Loki and Erika smiled at each other. “Is he or she alright? I mean, considering.” She asked.

Eir continued viewing the image, turning it on different angles while studying it intently. “I realize what you’re asking and we won’t know more until later in the pregnancy I’m afraid.”

She looked really focused and they stared at her. “The weekly blood work I’ve been taking and now this Forge, still shows the antidote is steadily killing the poison and that’s good. However, it’s also left me suspicious of something due to your hormone levels.”

“Oh?” Asked Erika.

Just then, the heartbeat was heard again and Erika noticed Loki was very focused on the image as well. The curious, yet baffled look on his face, was amusing and she smirked as it intensified.

“Eir?”

She smiled again. “Yes Prince Loki?”

“Is that..what I think it is?”

“Yes it is.” Seconds later, she was chuckling at him. “Oh Norns.”

Erikas mouth fell open as she looked at the floor. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’ll be fine. Look closer at the image child.”

Realizing what he’d been staring at, Erikas face lit up. “Oh my goodness! Really?”

“Yes, that was a second heartbeat. You’re having twins.”

Erika chuckled while looking at the floor again. “It would appear the God of Mischief has played the sneakiest of tricks on himself.”

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