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Beautiful Children Ch. 6

Now back from hiatus!

Adora and Catra have a good time, Adora suffers a dinner party and a betrayal.

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*Warning for mentions of child abuse and trauma*

“Yes, of course! We can set course for Rarion in,” Adora glanced at Glimmer from her gilded chair in the throne room; the Queen of Brightmoon eyed her from her own throne, mouthing an unmistakable,

In six turns, through her lips.

“In six turns!” Adora repeated aloud. The Rarion delegation exchanged a confused glance between themselves, muttering in a language Adora could not discern.

“Pffftl!”

“Shhh!” Catra hissed at Finn, holding them out as far away from her as possible while still keeping them on her lap. Adora gripped the bar of her chair tightly.

No, shhh, please Finn, quiet! I promised Glimmer you’d be good.

The tallest Rarion, the leader of their group, glared at her wife and their-not-yet-but-hopefully-soon-with-some-convincing-permenantly-adopted-child.

Even as Shera, the Rarion ambassador sneered,

“My people have waited eons for the magic of Rario to be awoken! If Queen Glimmer and her champion would rather babysit kittens then do their duty, perhaps Etheria is not deserving of their own magic.”

“Pffftling! Ahhh! Hehehe! Ghaaa!” Finn reached for the rattle Catra held in her hand, trying to grab at it and stuff it into their mouth. Adora focused on the sight of it, trying to dampen her rage. Still, the familiar shine of magic flashed behind her eyes, nearly summoning her sword.

This is not what I meant when I wanted to continue working as Shera!

“Ambassador,” Glimmer stood from her throne with a reglaness that still surprised Adora, “Shera and I look forward to bringing the rightful magic of Rario back to your people. But we still have many duties here on Etheria still,” Adora could feel Glimmer’s eyes on her back,

“we will go to Rario in six turns. No sooner, no later. That is my offer. Do you accept?”

“Plllfffinging! Goooogaa!” Finn shrieked, their blue eyes widening as they tried to leap forward at the toy. Catra cursed not so subtly, trying to hush them once more. Her heterochromatic eyes burned with suppressed anger, towards the ambassador or Finn, Adora didn’t know. The uncertainty sent a chill through her spine.

Your Shera, get it together! You said you wanted to do more work around the palace and help Glimmer...even with Finn, this is what that looks like! And you already embarrassed the entire court with your uncontrollable child! The ambassador insulted Glimmer and it is all your fault!

“Eeee!” Finn exploded in giggles, catching the toy at last and biting into it with furious gluttony. It had been five months since they were initially brought back from Brightmoon and they were finally starting to make louder, more frequent sounds...and show an interest in stalking and hunting their toys. Adora flinched at the otherwise tense silence, the Rarion delegation turned once more to scrutinize the baby, and Catra with judgemental disapproval.

She watched her wife rise, with Finn, and held her breath.

Catra...please...don’t…

“Apologies,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “I will excuse myself until the kit has settled. Queen Glimmer: permission to leave?” Adora watched the once former Horde Force Captain adjust Finn to her hip.

“Granted,” Glimmer quipped. Catra bowed to her, then turned to the delegation:

“Your….excellencies,” she tried. “Rest assured I will deliberate with the Queen on our mission to Rario and send you reports in due time. Six turns and your planet will be as magical as Etheria.” Adora’s chest swelled with pride, trying poorly to conceal her beaming face at Catra’s decorum. She bowed again one last time to the ambassador and carried Finn from the room, still squealing and gurgling with their rattle.

“I expect reports from you and your adviser in one turn,” the ambassador snipped. He bowed stiffly towards Adora, then to Glimmer before motioning his delegation from the throne room. The doors shut with a clang and Adora let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“I’m sorry,” she managed, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand as sparks dissolved, now back to her usual size. Glimmer sighed, descending from her throne.

“It’s fine Adora, apparently my mom said Rarion has always been a difficult planet. They’re the ones who’ve been leading the: Etheria-was-better-off-in-Despondos movement.”

“I know Finn was a distraction, I’ll figure something out...I know it’s been turns but...I just...we don’t have a nursemaid, I can’t ask the princesses and the last guard we left them with got clawed.”

Bow’s warm hand landed on her shoulder, soothing as ever.

“Hey, it’s okay. Glimmer and I said we’d help you. It’s fine that Finn is in meetings,”

There’s a but, there’s always a but...he’s trying to find a way to put it nicely.

“ Maybe just bring a bottle or something with you next time for them to feed on while the adults are chatting?”

“Good idea,” Glimmer piped up, her icy demeanor from earlier evaporating.

“I didn’t realize what I was signing up for when I said I wanted more Shera duties,” Adora managed a nervous laugh.

“I told you we didn’t have as much need for her!” Glimmer laughed as though it were a good thing. “You don’t have to come to these meetings! I’ve told you, as long as Catra can be here for part of it, it’s fine and even then I can always debrief you both afterwards if needed.”

Glimmer was trying to be reassuring, and helpful of course but Adora couldn’t quell the sourness in her stomach,

No matter how nice Bow and Glimmer are about it, I know it’s not ideal. Why is raising a baby so lonely even with good friends helping?

“Thanks guys,” Adora smiled, genuine, thanking Mara for friends like these even when it was so isolating. “I better go check on Catra.”

Bow and Glimmer nodded, opening the large throne room door for her.

“Oh! Don’t forget Lonnie, Kyle and Rogelio arrive tonight!”

“That’s tonight?” This time Adora could not suppress the groan in her voice.

“Yes, we talked about it in the meeting this morning,” Glimmer reminded her gently.

“I wasn’t at the meeting,” Adora replied, guilt eating at her again. “You said I didn’t have to go because I was up all night with Finn?”

“And I was right!” Glimmer smiled, “Adora it’s okay. I’m just telling you since you weren’t there. They are visiting for the next few days.”

“I’ll be there for the next meeting, I promise!” Adora vowed cheerfully.

Even if Finn has another bad night. I can do it. I don’t need as much rest as Shera, I could just transform into her all day tomorrow if I need. I did it last week for three days. It’s worse afterward but...I can be Shera and Finn’s mom. I got this.

“Okay, well, we’ll see you tonight in the banquet hall, and have Catra come to my study sometime this afternoon okay?”

“You got it!”

“Thanks!”

Glimmer grabbed Bow’s hand, teleporting them away in a plume of pink glittery magic.

Adora let out a long breath, shoulder’s sagging. She rubbed her heavy eyes and stretched her back,

“Mmmmmgh! You got this Adora,” she repeated to herself walking back to her and Catra’s quarters, “you’ll go back, congratulate Catra on her wonderful show of diplomacy, kiss her,” a silly little grin came to her lips at the thought,

Hug Catra and then play with Finn, make sure they eat before the dinner, get ready, get Catra to Glimmer’s study...well I should do that first before getting ready for dinner...oh and have to make sure Finn takes a nap,

her never ending list of to-do’s scrolled through her mind as she climbed the stairs. She was almost thankful for the long walk back. Walking to and from different priorities for the day had become her only alone time.

Not long enough, as Catra burst through the door to their room as soon as Adora turned down the long corridor.

Must have heard me coming.

“There you are!”

“Sorry, I…”

“It’s fine,” Catra grumbled, her hair falling from it’s ponytail all over the place, her ears pinned to the back of her head.

“Is Finn…?”

“Finn’s fine, Adora, just fine. Now that they ruined a meeting and made us look like complete idiots with a planet we’re trying to forge an alliance with. They won’t stop chewing their rattle and then getting angry when they can’t bite through it.”

“Who knew magikits get their teeth so much sooner than other species,” Adora wondered aloud, shutting the door behind her as to keep the rest of the palace from Finn’s hysterical hisses and screeches.

Catra scoffed, walking briskly from their sitting room to the bedroom.

“We looked like total fools!” She shouted.

Finn, adjusted their newest toy, a stuffed scorpion in their mouth and tugged at it, drool dripping onto their fattened little fists.

“Finny, you’re going to ruin the toy Aunt Scorpia gave you!” Adora’s mood instantly improved, beholding Finn, enamored with their toy.

“What did they do when you were teething?” Adora tugged at the toy playfully.

“They beat me with whatever I was chewing on.”

The light died in her chest instantly.

I shouldn’t have asked. Oh stars of course they did, how could I be so stupid?

“Catra,” Adora stood, turning from Finn to walk towards their bedroom.

“Sometimes it was a sock or a mat. Other times a stun baton. Usually a stun button,” Catra tugged the elastic out of her hair and shook out her brown locks.

“I didn’t know Catra, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah well, you’ve never been very observant.”

Her words hit like a punch in the gut, Adora bit her tongue, standing awkwardly. From the mirror on her bureau Catra paused, dropping her arms from her hair and coming to sit beside Adora.

“No, that was mean of me. I know growing up there wasn’t easy for you either.”

Adora managed a painful smile, nodding.

“It wasn’t.”

Catra took her hands, squeezing them and lifted a finger to kiss her knuckles.

“I shouldn’t have insulted you. You were doing what you had to do to survive.”

“We both survived,” Adora returned kisse to Catra’s own fingers.

“That’s right. We did,” her wife affirmed.

“Eaaaahhh!” Finn dissolved into tears. Catra moaned, rolling her eyes, the hair on her tail puffing and pupils dilating.

“I’ll get them,” Adora gave one last kiss to Catra’s cheek.

“No,” Catra stood, “you’ve been running around all day, sit.”

Adora watched her saunter from their room, tail swishing idley behind her in tune with her hips.

“Hey you little shit,” Adora could hear her wife murmur from the other room, whether it was affectionate, genuinely annoyed or both she couldn’t quite tell. To her credit, as far as Adora had observed, Catra had somewhat calmed her initial refusal at Finn’s presence in their lives. She was no longer outwardly hostile to them and on occasion, like today, even took initiative to look after them. Still, Adora forced herself to quell any rising hopes that Catra would embrace any semblance of motherhood with open arms. It wasn’t as though she was doing perfectly with it either.

Just yesterday I got Finn’s tail caught in the door, and then scared them during peek-a-boo. Who knew transforming into Shera and surprising them would freak them out so much!

Catra had adjusted insofar as she would assure Finn was content and more or less safe. Not loved, not happy...but cared for adequately.

Am I pushing her too hard? Bow said maybe we could just foster Finn until we found someone else to raise them. She agreed to that. Is it too much to ask for more? Am I demanding too much? After everything? She’s accepted Shera...accepted my duty...fought with us against the Brotherhood of Prime, married me. If I am asking her to be a mother too...Is that too much?

“Adora, Etheria to Adora!”

She blinked out of her contemplation to see Catra in the doorway. Hip cocked and tail flicking. Her gold and blue eyes gleaming in the mid-afternoon sun.

“H...hey Catra,” she whispered through an embarrassed giggle.

“I got them down for now, who knows how long it will last.”

“Thank you,” Adora’s chest swelled with appreciation, for all her resignations, Catra was trying.

“We should make the most of it, don’t you think?” Her wife’s tone instantly changed, one hand coming up and touching Adora’s face, fingertips trailing her jaw. Adora shivered pleasantly allowing that warm touch to dissipate any fear or doubt.

“Glimmer wanted you to meet her in her office,” Adora sucked in a breath at Catra’s lips now kissing her neck, nibbling at the tight skin there.

“Sparkles can wait,” Catra continued kissing, pressing her weight down on Adora and lowering her down into the bed.

“Mmmm but we have that dinner tonight,” Adora’s mind ping-ponged, from Catra’s fingers minstrating against her sides and her kisses to the ever ongoing monologue of worry.

“That’s hours away,” Catra kissed her lips before Adora could protest, allowing her wife to take the air from her words. “We hardly ever get time for this,” she continued running her fingers up Adora’s sides, retracted claws barely grazing against her flesh up and down. She shuddered happily.

She has a point, between Finn’s recent teething fusses waking them every two hours and the combined exhaustion of the two of them, they usually ended up just going to sleep they crawled into bed together.

She’s right. More time taking care of Finn means less time for things like this.

Adora reached up, tangling her fingers through Catra’s brown curls, eliciting a small groan from the woman. Catra rolled her hips, bracketing Adora’s on either side.

You can want this Adora, it’s okay to want. To desire. What are you doing? Don’t just lay there! She’s kissing you, her hands are on your….oh, now on your breasts, she’s straddling you! Do something!

Hoping it wasn’t loud enough to wake Finn, Adora allowed herself to transform fully into Shera, the magic of desire and need and love, oh such devotional untold amounts of love, poured from her as she grew. Transformation complete, she wasted no time, taking Catra’s slim waist in her hands and rolling the woman over onto the bed, pinning her with her knee between her legs.

“Ah!” Catra all but squeaked out, face flushed. Adora, now Shera loomed over her, taking in every inch of that beautiful, flustered lithe body. She bent down, kissing her lovingly, unabashed, wet and full and panting. Adora slid her hands upward, across the plane of Catra’s torso to her breasts, taking one fully in her palm and cupping it just tight enough to make her wife squirm with need. More confident as Shera, Adora pressed her knee just slightly against Catra’s pelvis, leaning into the pressure. Catra’s lips parted mid-kiss, with a breathy gasp. She rolled herself against the pressure there, undulating gracefully and rhythmic. Adora kissed her lips, each of her six freckles, each other eyes, against the soft sensitive lobe of her inner ear. Catra gasped, her claws partially released on instinct, gripping Shera’s muscular back. The sudden sensation only sent another fervor of lust through her mind. She yanked Catra’s shirt off altogether with ease, nearly shredding it.

“Sorr…”

“S’fine!”

Catra assured her with more kisses, more greedy rolls of her hips. Her own claws undid Shera’s white and gold attire frantically.

“I love you,” Adora whispered through her kisses against her wife’s collar. In answer Catra kissed her back, fingers pulling on her blonde hair.

“Love you,” she gasped as Shera rocked against her once more.

“Mmmmg...fff...waa..” something far away sounded in Adora’s periphery. But Catra’s hands, so warm and smooth against her, every part of her….her head fogged over in pleasure, in Catra, Catra, Catra. Her tongue, her breath, her sweet smell, her bony hips.

“W...w...wahhhh!”

Finn?

A growl sounded from somewhere, deep in Catra’s throat. Adora could feel the thrum of her chest, the vibration of her lungs. Through their kisses, Adora took in her wife’s own air, the sound of her growl and kissed her deeper. Her hands, slid lower, down the contours of Catra to her hips, to the V of her…

“Waaahhh!!”

Finn!

“Argh,” warmth was lost from Adora as Catra squirmed out from under her, reaching for her clothes.

“Maybe they’ll go back to sleep?” Adora tried, missing the echo of Catra’s warmth against her.

“No, they won’t. We know they won’t. I’ll get them just...stay there.” Adora frowned, sitting up on the bed, twiddling her hands, deflated.

Though her hearing was nowhere near as precise, she could hear Catra grumbling, picking up Finn and trying to shush them soothingly.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine. Catra will put Finn back to bed and come back here and we’ll pick up right where we left off. It’s still daylight, she noted watching the golden slants of sunlight glow through the curtains. It’ll be okay. You’re Shera. You’re Shera! Maybe I should go check on them? What if this throws off Catra’s whole mood? It’s happened before. Plenty of times.

Many, many times. Raising Finn came with more than just parenting difficulties.

Adora waited, listening to Finn’s fussing rise from mewls to full on screaming sobbing, back down to meek whimpers and then again to screaming.

“Finn, Finny, you have to calm down,” she could hear Catra soothe from the other room. “You already messed this day up enough just please nap for a little while before this dinner.”

“Whh...w...waaahh!”

Adora fiddled with her own clothing, nervously ringing the fabric in her fingers. I really should go check on them...no...no Catra can handle this. It’s fine. She can do this.

“Waaahhh!!!”

“Finn! Come on now, I’m not kidding!” A pause, probably her patting them on the back or something. “I mean it! Go to sleep or I swear I will….”

“I swear I will make sure you never see outside this chamber again!”

Adora’s mind flashed to that fateful night.

Shadow Weaver caught us outside the barracks, trying to get to the kitchens. She took us both to the Black Garnet Chamber. Even as Shera, she shuddered with nausea at the memory of that night. She tortured Catra, restrained her, and worked some spell to make it so that Catra felt stuffed to her stomach, bursting, gagging. I held her hair back for her later when she vomited in the latrine….

Adora stopped. It was easier to pause the spiral of her anxieties as Shera. A balm against her greatest fears.

Catra...and Finn, they’ve stopped talking, stopped crying.

“Shhh….shhh...that’s it...nice and easy now.”

Whatever threat Catra had meant to say, she had stopped herself. Replacing the ominous words with gentle whispers.

Shera’s own thoughts of Catra...of Catra’s hands and her warmth and her noises, her lips...danced back and forth through Adora’s mind. Distractingly so.

“Catra, everything okay in there?”

“Fine!” She whisper yelled, a very specific tone all too familiar with them now. Adora nodded, waiting. The heat below her belly button had not ceased throbbing. She waited for Catra to get back, determined not to interrupt.

She can do this, no need for Shera to jump in. Just relax. It’ll be okay, it’ll...

Catra walked back into their room unceremoniously, blinking slowly, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion.

Oh no, this is happening, Adora stood, crossing the room in one easy step. With Shera’s bravado and renewed passion. She looped an arm around Catra’s middle, shoving her against the wall.

“Catra,” Adora breathed, her lips grazing her wife’s as she tilted her head downward. The height difference now exaggerated. She braced Catra’s shoulders with her own toned arms. Catra’s breath came heavy, her shoulder’s rising and falling, the hollow of her neck prone.

Adora relished in watching her whole body shudder, bracing against the wall.

“A...Adora,” Catra whispered, voice breaking, looking up at Adora through heavy lidded eyes.

Fire and ice, Adora swept her up, hands going around her wife’s legs, pressing her up and against the wall kissing her ruthlessly. Catra groaned, arching backward, into Adora’s touch. She threaded her fingers through the waistband of Catra’s pants, reaching every downward.

“A...Adora,” she panted against ear desperately, “p….please.”

Catra, my Catra. Mine, Shera’s propensity for domination, from the battlefield to the bedroom, could hold back no more.

Not with Catra quivering against her, kissing her, grinding against her. Adora thrust forward, careful of the extra power she now held, and slid her hand further until her fingers brushed their mark. Catra buckled,

“I got you,” Adora assured her, holding her firm against the wall, Shera’s long golden hair falling between them as she worked her fingers delicately but persistent. Catra threw her head back and Adora reached up, cupping the back of her head, fisting her hair with one hand, the other still occupied. Luckily Shera’s sheer brute strength kept Catra where she was. Small bites from her fangs dotted against Adora’s neck, her skin, her chest, slick with sweat.

“Adora,” Catra repeated her name as a mantra. Husky and low, wanting, almost pitiful. But humbling, Adora thought; to have Catra, so battle hardened and tense like this before her. Open and needing, unafraid and unabashed. To be soft, to be vulnerable, begging, and the trust that lay therein. It drove Adora forward, rolling her hips with each thrust of her fingers.

“Yes, Adora, baby...almost there, come on…” Adora almost laughed in sheer joy, Catra wanting her, Catra needing her. Her body beseeching with each twitch of muscle and stroke of fingers. Her own hands clutched around Shera’s broad shoulders, pulling at the skin there, taut across her back.

So...good, stars I love her, love everything about her. I want to take every part of me and put it inside every part of you.

Is that sexy or creepy or weird?

I want all of her. I want to give all of me to all of her. Catra...

“You feel so good,” Adora moaned still pushing deeper. Catra’s form tensed, holding her in a death grip. Beyond the point of speech, Catra made a low lusty sound, then stopped, holding her breath, her body tight, so tight. Adora panted, holding her there at the edge. Catra’s legs gripped tight against Shera’s hips, trembling.

Yes, oh yes, Catra...Catra we can still love like this. Every night, every day, every moment we aren’t with Finn we can. I love you, I love you so much. All I want is you, is this.

With Shera’s strength and form, Adora cupped her fingers upward and inward right to that secret, tender, deep spot within. Catra’s body convulsed, claws digging painfully good into Adora’s back.

“A….d...Ad...Adora...a..a!”

Adora’s heart soared.

Even as Shera, she wants me. Adora. As I am.

She pressed harder, drawing it out,

“I...l...love...y..you,” Catra spoke through clenched teeth, holding Adora impossibly tighter.

“Catra! Adoraa--aaaaaa!”

Pink shimmering sparks filled Adora’s vision. Startled, she scrambled backward, wincing at a loud “OOF!” of Catra, no longer pinned against the wall, now crumpling to the ground.

“SPARKELSS!” The magicat seethed.

Shera dissolved as quickly as she’d appeared. Adora, very naked and very much still enamoured with Catra’s breath against her skin just moments before, crossed her arms to cover herself.

“SORRY! GLIMMER SO SORRY!”

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

“Having sex Sarkles!” Catra seethed, picking herself up off the ground and gathering her clothes. “With my wife! In our room! That is private! That has a door, for knocking!”

“Sorry Glimmer!”

Adora’s face flooded with heat, trying to search for her garments. Catra handed her Shera’s cape.

“Sorry! But I tried knocking and there was no answer!” Glimmer put her hands to her hips, glaring at them both.

“Hmmm no answer? I wonder why that could be?” Catra yanked on her shirt, tail bristling at the sound of Finn’s wake-up wail.

“I’ll get them!” Adora bolted from the room, grateful to save herself from further humiliation.

Though that’s like the tenth time this has happened. Maybe we should talk put protective wards around the room for anti-teleportation.

“Sorry Finny,” Adora scooped up the crying kit, who only screamed louder at the shouting from Catra and Glimmer.

“We have dinner tonight! With dignitaries from the former Fright Zone in twenty minutes! They’re already here!”

“Psh! They’re not dignitaries Sparkles, it’s Kyle Lonnie and Rogelio. They are like the least dignified people I’ve ever met.”

Finn kneaded at Adora’s chest, adding additional red marks to her skin though she minded neither. Kissing the top of their blonde curls she smiled, breathing in the calming scent of their fur, walking them slowly back to her wife and Glimmer.

“Maybe we’ll send you an invitation next time Sparkles!” Catra sneered, pulling on her pants, “really put Arrow Boy’s...arrow to the test!”

“Can we not do this in front of the baby?” Adora covered one of their little velvet ears protectively. Finn only sniffled, grabbing their tail in their and tugging it forward, attempting to stuff it into their mouth.

“Your disgusting Horde Scum! Shut up and get dressed for dinner. Banquet Hall in twenty! And put Finn in that nice outfit I got them! They’ve never worn it.”

“Yeah, because it’s ugly!”

“It is not!”

“Catra, Glimmer! Can we talk about this later? We have to...Finn that’s not going to work sweety,” Adora gingerly put her hand between their puckering mouth and their tail.

“Use the door next time Sparkles! Like Everyone else!”

Glimmer huffed, rolling her eyes.

“See you in twenty minutes! Bye Finny!” Glimmer waved towards the magikit and stuck her tongue out a Catra before teleporting away.

“Waaahhh!” Finn threw their head back in rage against Adora’s chest as they tried to fight her hand.

“I’m sorry Finn, you can’t eat your own tail!” Adora jostled the enraged magikit.

“Don’t apologize to them!” Catra snapped, turning on them both. “They can’t eat their tail. That’s that. You don’t need to say sorry. It’s not your fault.”

That’s...that’s not what I meant...Finn please just...calm down. Please for my sake?

“I know it’s not my fault,” her voice hardened. “I meant sorry for making them cry.”

Catra’s ears pricked back, hands folding across her chest.

“You didn’t make them cry,” she explained as though it were obvious. “You did the right thing. If they cry that’s their problem. If they’re going to try and eat their tail, we’ll bind it back.”

What? No! We can’t do that….Catra, you out of everyone should know what feels like! Shadow Weaver would bind your tail when we were kids. You always told me how much it hurt.

Adora stole a breath for herself, walking towards Finn’s room to change them despite their fit. She could recall it clearly, herself no more than five, and Catra only three. The binds Shadow Weaver would constrict to keep her tail up, out of the way. One of the many abuses directly aimed at suppressing or destroying Catra’s more….feline features. Adora herself could undo the bandages right now if she imagined it hard enough. Each finger twerking and jerking to pry loose the binds, her own hands bore blisters.

Catra’s wounds were more important. More severe.

“Finn! Hold still!” Adora wrestled with their flailing arms and kicking legs, the swiping tail in question, bat against her forearm. She tried to stuff them into the outfit Glimmer had bought them, pastel purple with so many frills it was hard to tell which hole was for the head, which for the legs, which for the arms.

Catra’s right, this is kinda ugly.

But she didn’t have the energy to argue.

“Please can we just get through this dinner with no upsets? From you or Catra?” Finn wailed louder, little claws scraping against her skin.

It’s okay, I’m used to it.

---

Bright smile, friendly voice, open arms. You can do this.

“Lonnie! Kyle! Rogelio!”

“Good to see you Adora,” Lonnie stood from her seat always with balanced dignity and put an arm around Adora’s shoulder.

Didn’t realize how much I missed her! Adora’s forced smile now changed to genuine.

“Catra,” Lonnie acknowledged, cool but cordial. Adora gave her wife a slight nudge to the arm that was looped around her.

“Lonnie,” Catra returned with the same ambivalence.

“Sorry we’re late! We had to get this one dressed,” she giggled Finn on her hip who was at last content with a stuffed arrow Bow had made for them. They beat it against Adora’s arm in glee.

“And who’s this one?” Kyle asked, bending down to Finn’s level and wiggling his finger in the baby’s face.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Catra advised. Finn tried to shoot forward at the hand, their pointy teeth snapping.

“Ahh!” Kyle scrambled back toward Rogelio’s side.

“They bite,” Catra finished. Adora laughed, scooping down to get the dropped toy and edged herself closer to their seats.

“Is that your baby?” Lonnie asked, going to take her spot between Rogelio and Kyle.

Yes! Wait...no? Yes? I...they’re my baby, but I don’t know if they’re Catra’s? Say something Adora! Think!

“Uhhh, it’s…”

“Time to eat!” Glimmer teleported into the room as the double doors opened once more, chef’s from the kitchen streaming in with platters of food.

“Just in time,” Adora laughed, getting Finn settled into the little chair Glimmer had set up beside her. The queen only nodded, understanding.

“Welcome to Brightmoon!” She announced, turning once more to her queenly duties. Adora sat down, allowing herself a brief breath of relief.

“He says we’ve been here before,” Lonnie translated for Rogelio. Glimmer nodded, awkwardly. “We were at Catra and Adora’s wedding.”

“Well, we’re glad to have you back!” Glimmer quipped, clapping her hands, signaling for everyone to eat.

Adora reached forward, staking her plate with as much food as she could. Eager to avoid any additional awkward conversation.

“You want to try some Finny?” She scooped up some soft ikchi and felt her anxiety dissipate, Finn launching themselves face first toward the spoonful.

“Well? Is that your baby?” Lonnie pressed again, while cutting her chevlin meat. Adora wiped Finn’s face, helping them with another spoonful.

“We found them on a mission,” Catra answered shortly. Lonnie exchanged a look with Kyle and Rogelio. The lizard man growled something Adora could not discern, even after all these years.

“Mamamamaggg,” Finn kicked at the table trying to get more. Catra wordlessly took the spoon and offered them another portion. Adora watched her face remain neutral even as Finn laughed adorably, orange goo all over their face.

“You found them on a mission?” Kyle asked between bites of food, “like me! That’s where the Horde found me anyways, after...a...a battle in Plumeria.”

“Makes sense,” Adora pondered aloud, pushing food around on her plate, appetite suddenly gone. “We were all orphaned one way or another before the Horde kidnapped us.”

Rogelio growled, shaking his head fervently. He put down the utensils he’d been struggling to hold, in favor of trying to gesture with his large claws. Adora watched him carefully, but cocked her head, unable to read.

“What’s he saying now?” Glimmer looked to Lonnie.

“He says speak for yourselves, both his parents met in the Horde and became Force Captains. He grew up with them, remember?”

Not really, Adora thought absently, I was too busy trying not to get punished to notice Rogelio’s family life. Or anyone else's upbringing...apart from Catra’s.

“Then Prime came and well, we weren’t the only ones who left after,” Adora watched her former squadmate glare at Catra before quickly continuing, “...after Hordak disappeared.”

“Well, I’m glad you found them Rogelio!” Glimmer answered for all of them. Rogelio only nodded, picking up his fork and poking at the steaming baked tyrin fish.

“I knew my parents too,” Lonnie kept her eyes trained evenly at Adora. “I was one of eight sisters!”

“Me too!” Bow waved from the other head of the table opposite Glimmer.

“Well, I was one of seven brothers!”

Lonnie nodded, a smile coming to her lips. She let out a terse laugh, as close to being friendly towards former rebels as she got.

“So you know how it is! My family’s been sending one child from their family to serve the Horde for generations ever since the Horde got here. I was happy to come…” she faltered momentarily. “We’ll I thought I’d be happy.”

Adora nodded, ignoring Finn’s grabby hands trying to reach for the plate before them.

“If anyone should’ve been promoted to Force Captain, it was you,” she looked at her once squadmate in earnest. Lonnie’s bright hazel eyes widened for a moment. “I mean it,” Adora continued,

“You were just as good as I was at fighting and on missions. You were always the most competent….I know now that all Shadow Weaver or Hordak ever saw in me as far as potential was...my connection to magic and Shera but,” Catra’s light hand on her knee under the table squeezed gently, grounding her. She swallowed, trying to calm her breathing;

“You’re a true born leader Lonnie.You should’ve been made Force Captain.”

Adora stopped herself before she could continue the word vomit, but it was true. Between all of them, even herself, Lonnie always worked hard, managed to balance commitment to training with empathy, at least towards Adora, Kyle and Rogelio. Her and Catra’s relationship was...we.., rocky to say the least as far as Adora could guess. The two were always at each other’s throats...almost too similar in their protective and stubbornness. But it was more complicated than that, Adora recalled Catra confiding in her that while she’d been in her own hellish spiral...Lonnie had taken on the mantle of managing most field operations and looking after the soldiers well-being. Not for nothing. Catra would never say it to her face, but Adora was certain there was respect there for their squadmate, maybe even a modicum of like minded agreeableness. Deep under everything else.

“Thanks Adora, and...who cares about Hordak and that old witch? If you hadn’t left, you’d be a great force captain too.” Her squadmate smiled sheepishly. Sentiment was never one of her strong suits, another commonality with Catra.

“So...that means just Adora Catra and I are orphans?”

“Kyle!” Lonnie and Catra reprimanded in unison.

“I was an only child,” Glimmer offered, cutting into her orvo steak. “I thought my dad died when I was a baby but,” she laughed,

“We all know how that turned out.” she joked.

“My mom was so afraid something would happen to me so she tried to keep me safe.” Adora felt her gut twinge with another pang of guilt. But Glimmer only took a deep breath, wistful,

“But safe also meant boring! Luckily things got a whole lot more interesting when Adora turned up!”

Kyle, Lonnie, Rogelio nodded, smiling in agreement. Beside her, even Catra chuckled.

“Mamamamamammmm!” Finn yanked at the delicate tablecloth, taking advantage of the momentary distraction, dishes jerking where they stood.

“Finn, come on don’t do that!” Adora lifted them from their seat, sitting them in her lap.

“They’re really cute though!” Kyle commented happily. Pride made Adora’s chest inflate.

“They are, aren’t they?”

“Looks like someone got food all over their face!” Adora stood up from the table with Finn, wriggling as ever in her hold.

“Let me clean them up, I’ll be back!”

“Let us know if you need help!” Bow called.

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“Finny, really with the food?”

“Maaaaag!”

Adora chuckled, wiping their face with a damp towel, glad to have some reprieve.

“Teething or not little buddy, you’re going to get a good night's sleep tonight...let’s hope.”

I could use a good night’s sleep.

Sleep and...other things, Catra’s hot breath against her lips echoed in her memory. The slick wetness of her. Her stomach flipped, a pang going through her.

Towels drifted to the floor, Finn having swiped at them playfully. Adora, now shaken from daydreaming, sighed, bending to pick them up while still holding the baby.

She tidied Finn as quickly as possible, made somewhat more difficult by their constant kicking and grabbing for things to chew. Finally, she eased them up, caring them back to the banquet hall.

Not too much longer, you can do..

“Why would I take your kid Catra? You don’t think Kyle and Rogelio and I have other things to deal with?”

Lonnie stretched forward almost across the table, holding her fork in fist. Catra crouched in her seat, tail lashing.

“They’re not my kid! And you raised that creepy imp didn’t you?”

“Catra?” Glimmer’s concern carried over the table, mirrored by Kyle’s helpless wide-eyed expression, he placed a hand on Lonnie’s arm to no avail.

“Yeah, we did! But we’re not running an orphanage!”

Adora held Finn tighter on instinct, wandering back to her seat beside Catra with care.

What is she playing at?

“I know that,” Catra growled, slamming her fist down on the table. “That’s not what I’m asking! I want to know if you want this magkitten! Just one! You and Kyle and Rogelio can raise it together, it’ll be like a bonding thing.”

Rogelio growled something, though by the shake of his head Adora imagined it was a no. Kyle only looked between them, terrified as ever.

“Maybe we should talk about this calmly,” Bow interjected, leaning forward.

“I’m not cleaning up another one of your messes Catra. You’re not Force Captain anymore.” Lonnie all but snarled, that old vitriol rising.

Catra’s...trying to... the realization came slowly as Adora sat down beside her wife, holding Finn to her no matter how they wiggled. Magic flared through her eyes at the thought of it, ...giving Finn up? No, Catra wouldn’t do that, we’re becoming a family! We’ve been over this!

“I think this meal is over,” Glimmer pronounced, getting up from her seat with a flourish. Magic sparking in her hands.

“Fine by me,” Lonnie scoffed, shoving the table in front of her and standing. Kyle and Rogelio followed suit, though Kyle pushed his chair in awkwardly, placing his napkin back onto the plate.

“What do you want, Lonnie?” Catra demanded, “you want my old Force Captain badge?”

“I don’t want shit from you,” Lonnie leapt across the table in one move, jabbing a finger at Catra. “You’ve done enough. Not my fault you got stuck with some kid you can’t handle. That’s you and Adora’s problem, add it to the list.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. Adora stood, rounding on Catra.

“Lonnie enough, Finn isn’t going anywhere.” Both Lonnie and Catra stared at her. Finn reached out, trying to go to Catra but Adora held them firm.

“Glimmer thank you for dinner, sorry for the mess. Kyle, Rogelio, Lonnie, it was nice to see you but I think you should go now.”

Kyle nodded, sheepish, taking Rogelio and Lonnie’s hands, trying to pull them from the hall. Lonnie only glared, allowing herself to be led, but muttered something under her breath Adora could’t hear. Whatever it was, made Catra’s tail stiff with rage. Before she could leap forward, Adora grabbed at her wife’s arm.

“How could you?” She forced Catra to face her.

“Guys,” Bow inched forward, as the cooks hesitantly moved around them trying to clear the table.

“How could you?” Adora repeated, trying to articulate the thousand and one emotions surging through her.

Hurt, betrayal, anger, sadness.

“You said we were only going to look after them until we found someone more permanent!” Catra’s claws dug into the edge of the table in anger, “it’s been five months!”

I...I did say that didn’t I? Adora realized, regretting it instantly. I thought she’d forget about it….I should’ve known.

“You need to make your choice!” She continued, despite Glimmer opening her mouth to try and speak, “do you want this family or not?”

Catra’s eyes burned, her ears flat. Adora watched her look at Finn, who tried to lunge towards her.

“I want them to be safe!” Catra tried, “I want them to have real parents who can look after them! And I want you!”

“You want me to yourself,” Adora countered, the magic within her now making her eyes shine icey blue. Even Finn’s warm little body could’t calm her.

“Magdaaaaa daa faaah,” Finn babbled trying again to leap forward. This time, they were quick, Adora let out a startled yelp, Glimmer instantly teleported forward to try and catch them as they arched through the air, tail up, claws forward.

Adora watched Catra instantly reach her arms out, grabbing them before they hit the ground. Finn only smiled, ears pricked forward, their tail switched playfully proud of themselves.

“Catra, you got them?”

Bow asked as Glimmer materialized. Catra nodded, mute.

Adora took a deep breath,

Calm down, they’re safe. You're mad, yes. Think about why, articulate Remember what Perfuma said.

“You went behind my back,” she started over, hopefully more calm. “You waited until I left the room before asking Lonnie, Kyle and Rogelio of all people if they wanted Finn. You wanted to sell them like a skiff!”

Catra looked at the magikit in her arms, even as they tried to crawl up over her shoulder. Her expression filled with some semblance of remorse and confusion.

“Adora, maybe Bow and I can watch Finn while you two…”

“No,” Adora interrupted, insessed. “You can’t go behind my back. We talked about this, we said we’d make it work.”

“Yeah,” Catra’s cockiness caught up with her, “and how’s that working out for us Adora?”

So far not that great, she admitted to herself the thing she’d refused all this time. Try and she might, Catra had not taken to motherhood, not well. Not willingly. Thing’s between them had tensed, their patience towards each other stretched.

Maybe she was right, maybe can’t do this.

Adora stared at Finn, who’d wound themselves around Catra’s shoulders and was now trying to nibble at her ears. Adorable under any other circumstance.

I can’t choose, please don't make me choose, her heart wrenched.

“It hasn’t been going well,” she forced herself to speak the truth. No more covering things up, no more stewing in unspoken emotion. Her wife nodded in agreement. “I don’t know if it’s you, or me, or what was done to us as kids but...you clearly don’t want this and I do...I want you both...but..I don’t know if I can.”

Catra opened her mouth to speak, eyes somewhat softer now,

“I think,”

“M...aa..ma...mama!”

Adora stopped, Catra’s ear twitched, Glimmer let out a little gaspt, instantly covering her mouth, Bow quelled an “awwwe,” behind his hands.

“Mama!” Finn chirped.

“Are they talking about Adora or Catra?” Bow whispered, Glimmer shrugged.

Adora looked to her wife, then back at the magkit. Catra lifted her arms up, taking Finn gently in them and holding them out to her at arm's length.

“That’s it, go to mama Finn.” Heterochromatic eyes looked everywhere but at Adora, who accepted the magikit into her hold once more, though no more comforted.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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The Handmaiden🌹6

Warnings: eventual dark elements ~ nonconsensual sex (more tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Princess Madeline has left her homeland to marry a king. On her journey, she has brought her most trusted handmaiden. Little do either of them know how perilous their new home will be.

Note: Okay, yeah, here’s another chapter for y’all. I expect your patience will start to wear thin, hehehe. Thanks for sticking by me, y’all.

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

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You peeked over your shoulder as the king’s shadow encased you. He stood just on the other side of the cushioned bench as he watched you. You turned back to him and even in the dim, you could see his smirk. He sighed and sat on the bench heavily. He pushed his hair back and dropped his hand to the seat. He patted it. A silent order, but an order nonetheless.

You withheld a sigh of your own and crossed the room. There was little use in trying to push the stone door open on your own. It would take much too long and you had no doubt he’d stop you with just words. Besides, if you ran from him now, he’d catch you sooner or later. This castle was much smaller than that in the capital.

You sat and his hand settled on your thigh. His fingers rubbed you through your skirts as he measured his words.

“I’m waiting for you to ask me about these new duties but you are as silent as a mouse,” He teased. “As ever. Your silence might be useful in future.”

“Just tell me,” You hung your head in resignation.

“As it stands, you must still address me as propriety accords, little mouse.” He hissed.

“Your majesty,” You sat straight. “What are these new duties?”

He snickered and his hand slipped between your legs and he gripped your thigh.

“Your old shall remain but in a limited capacity. See to my wife; wake her, feed her, bathe her, dress her, and see her to my bed or hers when it is appropriate. But I do not see why she should need you on her shoulder when she is at court, hmm?” He shifted closer. “And she agrees. We’ve spoken over these last days and we did come to the conclusion that you both are in need of some… maturity.”

You bristled and stared at the stone hearth. You said nothing as he turned his hand to cup your sex through your skirt.

“Between your chores, should I call for you, you will come and you will do all I require of you. At night, she will think you in the servants’ chambers but you shall be in mine or one much like this, according to the circumstance.” He spoke as if it was business; the same tone he took in council.

“Why should I betray the queen?” You asked as you grabbed his wrist.

“Because your insolence will not mean merely your own misery, but hers,” He curled his fingers and you squirmed. “I will see to it and I will make you watch.”

“Your majesty, you can’t--”

“I will only do what you would force me to,” He said. “A servant’s disobedience has its costs.”

He twisted his hand around suddenly and grabbed yours. He tugged it into his lap and pressed it to his breeches. You felt his hardened member and tried to pull away. His grip didn’t waver as his other hand picked at the laces. You looked at him as his eyes clung to you and he smirked.

“You must show me you can be obedient,” He snarled. “Now I haven’t much time before I am due for my next appointment, so you will be quick about it or you will atone for the delay.”

His breeches loosened and he moved your hand up to the slack waist. You struggled with him briefly before he roughly slid your hand down the front of them and held your hand to his cock. Your eyes widened at the girth firmly against your palm. He closed his hands with yours around his length and slowly guided you up and down. His other hand grabbed the back of your head and he drew you close, his lips on your cheek.

“Just like that,” He ordered. “You owe me.”

You shuddered but your hand kept the motion. You couldn’t stop even as he rescinded his hand. You were terrified. Shocked. You’d never held a man in your hand before. Never been so close; so intimate. He held you closer and let out a shaky breath.

“I thought of you the entire journey,” He breathed. “I can’t stop. When I’m with her, inside her, I can only think of you.”

You closed your eyes in disgust, ashamed that he should say such of Madeline. That such words were inspired by you. That as you stroked him you felt that tingle in your core.

Had you truly asked for this? Had you been so ignorant to have lured this king unknowingly? To have betrayed your own friend?

“Grip it tighter, yes, faster,” He growled. “Faster. Faster…”

He quaked as your hand moved to his specification. You only wanted it to be over. To be away from him. To be gone before he could know that you felt so wrongly. He urged you on as his arm fell around your waist and he lifted his nose to nuzzle your hair.

He spasmed all at once and you felt the warmth spurt down your hand and between your fingers. It cooled as you continued to stroke him and he cried out as he stopped you.

“En- enough,” He uttered and flinched. “Whew, oh… that was--”

You pulled your hand from his breeches and frowned at the stickiness. He raised a brow at the sight and chuckled.

“I should make you clean it up yourself,” He purred. “Another time, perchance. There should be some cloths in the cabinet there. You might fetch some so that we might return to our respective duties with a semblance of… normalcy.”

You rose slowly and stiffly. He smacked your ass as you turned away and approached the tall cabinet hidden in the corner.

“You might think of me as you work,” He cooed. “For I shall surely think of nothing else but you.”

🌹

When you were dismissed, you were to return to Madeline. You were sickened as she embraced you fondly and fluttered about trying to decide what to wear for the feast. The pale pink satin or the vibrant aquamarine silk made little difference; she’d look splendid. You went along with her choice; the pink was more becoming and brought out the undertones in her cheeks. At least, she said so.

You strapped her into the gown and hooked the golden necklace that sparkled with rubies around her neck. She let her hair flow freely and stepped into a pair of canary slippers. The chain around her waist matched that at her throat and she looked every bit the queen as any aged portrait hung in this castle or the next.

You could barely look at her. You felt your palm with your thumb and swore there was still a trace of that repulsive mess there. You shuddered every time you thought of it. You kept busy to hide your discomfort from Madeline, though she seemed ensnared enough with her own.

“Do you expect the king should like it?” She swished her skirts around.

“How could he not?” You mustered a smile. “You shall be the shining gem in the crown this night.”

“I hope so,” She touched her cheeks and cringed. “Oh, you don’t know how horrid it’s been. The entire time we rode together he lectured me until he could not stand it, thence he took to his saddle and acted as if I did not exist.”

You glanced away and gulped. She paced anxiously as she wrung her hands.

“And you know those lords and ladies did hear through the walls of our tent.” She continued. “I am certain you must have at the rear… I couldn’t help but cry out. I do not know how to appease him. I do as he wills but he only wants… more”

She blanched as she saw your face, you clung to the window sill to keep your balance.

“Oh, forgive me, I should not be so forward but… I haven’t anyone to tell and it is most torturous to sit and suffocate in such isolation.” She flurried towards you as her skirts loudly stirred around her legs. “You do know I missed you very much… but…” She paused and looked down. “Well, you should expect I might not see you so much as before.”

You sensed she was withholding from the topic and you didn’t betray that you’d already been informed. You nodded as she clutched your hand.

“He says you are too much like a mother to me, too close to a friend,” She lowered her long lashes. “He thinks it unbecoming for me to act so familiar with a servant and so he should seek to separate us… but only a little. You will still see to my wardrobe and my meals.” She shook her head and let go of you reluctantly. “You must sleep in the servants’ quarters however.”

You tried to act surprised but didn’t need to feign your gloom. She hadn’t any idea what these changes truly meant for you. Or even, for her own marriage.

“Your majesty, do not feel sad for me, I understand why these adjustments are not of your choosing but necessary,” You assured her. “Know that I do not hold them against you and I am grateful to remain in your service, whatever the circumstance.”

“Oh, you love me far more than you should,” She spun around and held her hands to her chest dramatically, “If you only knew how weak I am. How futile a fight I did put up.”

“We cannot worry for it, your majesty,” You said. “You mustn’t let yourself be so forlorn before the feast. You must prove your mettle to the king and you cannot do so with tears in your eyes.”

She raised her head as she turned back to you. She dropped her arms and gave a pathetic smile. “Oh, what shall I ever do when you are not here?”

🌹

You didn’t attend the feast. You were to unpack Madeline’s trunks as you had her first night as queen. You were thankful for it, you never enjoyed the hubbub of those occasions. Your work, however, was interrupted by a knock at the door.

It was late and the festivities would be winding down. It might be Madeline returning but why should she knock at her own door. You stepped away from the open trunk and neared the door. Another servant, this one wore the faded orange of Lord Parriser’s household, greeted you meekly.

“You are to tend to the queen,” She announced. “The king does bid you assist her back to her chambers as she is… unable to herself.”

You frowned. A stab sunk deep into your chest and you wondered what could have occured. Had the king betrayed his malice before his own court? Had he gone so far as you harm her?

You dropped the stockings in your hand and flitted past the other servant. She closed the door and followed you but struggled to keep pace.

You ducked through one of the narrow doorways meant for servants near the back of the hall. The king sat at the royal table upon his dais as his eyes burned onto the floor. Madeline was drunkenly doing a jig as she held her skirts aloft to expose her legs to the knee. Her footwork was admirable if not sloppy and she swayed as she closed her eyes and dance out of tune.

Your stomach dropped and you touched your cheeks. Oh, how awful! Her first true feast as queen besides her wedding and she was acting a fool. She’d be known as the jester queen of court and no doubt, face another remonstrance from her husband.

As you edge past the far trestle, Steven’s eyes left his wife and his brows raised as he spotted you. You had a terrible feeling that this wasn’t the queen’s doing. You went to her as the other nobles began to notice her little jaunt and you grabbed her hand gently.

“Your majesty,” You whispered, “You should--”

She took your other hand and pulled you to her. She guided you in the clumsy routine and you struggled against her. She sang your name and twirled you around.

“Stop! Please, your majesty, the king should--” You glanced up at him. “The king shouldn’t be happy if you carry on thus.”

“The king is never happy,” She slurred. “And so let me be!”

“Please, your majesty,” You stopped so harshly she nearly stumbled and you kept her from faltering. “Madeline, your subjects are watching. You would turn them against you in kind.” You caught her attention at last, her cheeks rosy with wine. “I am the only one here who means you well. Let me get you away. To bed.” You kept your voice low. “Aren’t you sleepy, your majesty?”

Through her drunken haze, she seemed to realise her misdeed. She shook as her eyes widened.

“Does the king watch me?” She asked, too frightened to look for herself.

“He does,” You confirmed. “So we should away from his gaze, shouldn’t we?”

“We should, we should,” She grasped your arm and leaned on your heavily. “Please, take me away.”

“As you wish, your majesty,” You whispered as you tugged her away from the crowd. “It won’t be so bad once you sleep. I am certain that so many are in their own cups, they won’t recall even their own antics.”

You guided her along the wall and through the same door you entered. You glanced back as you entered the corridor, the king’s eyes aimed in your direction though you doubted he could see you. He stood and beckoned to Barras.

Madeline would doze quickly and you would be expected to begin your new duties.

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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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what are you doing new year’s eve?

So this final fic of 2020 is dedicated to @odd-birds-and-booksellers for multiple reasons. Firstly she’s been my first friend in the Jolex fandom and one of the reasons the group chat exists. Despite how much we make fun of each other she’s truly become one of my favorite people (she knew I was pregnant approximately 15 seconds after I peed on a stick and hours before anyone else) and I wouldn’t have stuck around here without her.

Secondly it’s dedicated to her because my final fic for the year is an ode to the reason I’m in this fandom in the first place and the series she keeps begging me to write for. That’s right y’all, I’m posting a piece for my “It’s Nothing Funny Just to Talk/Little Pieces of You” universe! (she thought I was gonna kill someone... hehehe)

I hope y’all enjoy this cute and fluffy one shot! Thank you all for reading, commenting, and encouraging me to write this year!

also one million anons asked me for a birth fic... well here it kinda is

xoxo Nina

Maybe it's much too early in the game

Oh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same

What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?

Jo was fine, really she was. She blamed being two weeks from her due date for the state of discomfort she found herself in. She’d been experiencing Braxton Hicks for almost a month already (something Alex loved to point out that he could always see as it happened, much to Jo’s annoyance) so the tightening of her abdomen wasn’t a new feeling. What was new was the aching in her back and hips that had prompted her to take a long steamy shower in an attempt to ease a bit of the pain and discomfort she felt.

The water had helped a bit, but all Jo really wanted was for Alex to rub her back and hold her while she napped. He had asked before he left for work if she was alright, but Jo had assured him she was fine. New Year’s Eve was always a long night for him at work with an influx of teenagers hurt by firework accidents or drunken mishaps. She has reminded him that she wasn’t due for two weeks and she would make it through one night without him there. Now though, Jo was regretting her decision as she struggled to get comfortable on their couch, her back aching as she shifted back and forth.

“Hoooooly shit,” Jo gripped the armrest of the couch tightly as she attempted to sit up, a roaring pain ripping through her stomach as she desperately tried to get air into her lungs. The feeling passed after a moment, letting her take a deep breath as she settled one hand onto her stomach. “I need you to calm down in there, please and thank you.” Her phone chose that moment to ding loudly, a text from Alex popping up as she reached for her phone.

Thursday 4:39 PM

How are my girls doing?

Thursday 4:41 PM

all good over here :)

Deciding not to mention her pain, Jo set her phone aside and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Whenever her Braxton Hicks got bad Alex would always tell her it was because she was dehydrated. He was usually right, though she’d never admit it, but the water usually calmed down the sensations flowing through her body.

Slowly making her way to the kitchen, Jo grabbed a glass and sipped on the water as she tried to even her breathing. Her mind was already racing, heart pounding as she tried to keep her composure. She’d only had one bad spout of pain, it could be a fluke or a pulled muscle for all she knew.

The searing pain she’d felt only minutes before returned again, the glass in her hands slipping from her fingers as a pained groan left her. Watching the water and glass splatter across the counter top, Jo realized how serious her pain was. Her eyes flitted to the clock, noting it was just hitting 5 PM. Alex would be home at 11, she would hold out as long as she could until then.

Thursday 6:32 PM

Want me to grab a late dinner for us? Figure you’ll still be up anyways.

Alex stared down at the text he’d sent almost 20 minutes earlier as if his staring would prompt a response from his wife. Logically he knew she was probably sleeping, but he’d been worried about her all day. She’d barely slept the night before and her back had been hurting for almost two days now. He wasn’t stupid he’d done enough rounds on OB to know that Jo was probably getting close to going into labor, a thought that both excited and terrified him. Erring on the side of caution, he dialed Jo’s number and waited for her to answer.

“Hi you’ve reached Josephine Karev! I’m probably teaching right now so leave a message after the beep!”

“Hey babe, call me back whenever you can. Love you.”

Hanging up the phone and grumbling to himself, Alex begrudgingly turned back to his patient files. He had a lot of work to do, but his mind was currently occupied worrying about his wife and their unborn daughter.

“Oh shit… oh shit no no no,” Jo’s panicked cries echoed across the empty loft as another contraction made its way through her stomach, her body curling in on itself as she struggled to lean against the couch. A glance at the clock in the kitchen told her it was only 7:19 meaning Alex wouldn’t be home for a few more hours.

She knew she couldn’t last that long, her contractions were steadily growing closer together and more painful. Reaching for her phone, Jo sent off a quick text before focusing her attention on breathing through the steady flow of contractions now racking her body.

Thursday 7:21 PM

in labor, moving fast. need drugs and husband.

It was nearing 8 PM and Alex still hadn’t heard from Jo for the last three hours. He’d called twice to no answer and his texts were sent but not read. He was ready to jump in the car and rush home to check on her when someone called out his name.

“Alex!”

Jackson Avery was jogging towards him, dressed in a button up and slacks with a six month old Harriet on his hip. He’d been talking about his mom’s New Year’s Eve party all week, so Alex was shocked to see him there.

“Hey man, you skipping out on the party,” Alex searched Jackson’s serious expression for a moment, reading his best friend's face easily and letting a sigh out. “Where is she?”

“April took her up to L&D while I came to find you. She was screaming at me the whole drive here,” Jackson smirked at Alex as they walked down the halls. “I’m sure you’re in for a fun night.”

Thanking Jackson, Alex headed towards the maternity ward with a sense of urgency. He knew if Jo had been worried enough to call April that she was probably pretty far along in her labor. Spotting the red head down the hall, he picked up his pace and stopped in front of her.

“They’re just checking her out now, her contractions have been coming every three and half minutes but I think they’re speeding up,” April gave Alex a small smile as she made to leave. “She’s been asking for you the whole time.”

“Thanks April.”

“It’s the least I could do. When I was in labor she sat with me while Jackson was in surgery despite the fact that she was throwing up every twenty minutes from her morning sickness,” April shrugged. “Besides if I didn’t go she probably would’ve given birth on your couch.”

Alex chuckled, his hand rubbing his neck nervously, “I’ll text you guys when she’s here, thanks again.”

April left then, Alex taking a breath before entering the room that April had just left. Jo was laid in bed, eyes closed and curled in on herself as she struggled through a contraction. Surging forward Alex placed one hand on Jo’s back as the other moved to run through her hair. She instantly relaxed at his touch, eyes popping open to meet his.

“I was wondering why you weren’t answering my texts,” Alex leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. “You need anything? Water, ice chips, hard drugs?”

Jo shook her head, breathing through the end of her contraction before speaking again, “No they said I’m too far along for an epidural. I just have to suffer until she gets here. My water broke as soon as I walked into the hospital, I think she knew you were waiting.”

Eyeing the monitor tracking her contractions, Alex realized that she was nearing the end of her labor, “You should’ve called me, I could’ve come to get you.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now,” Jo leaned against Alex’s hand as she struggled to pull a breath in. “Ow ow ow ow, holy shit mother-”

Jo’s next words were silenced as she pressed her face against Alex’s chest, fists clenched against the bed rail as her body tensed once more. Keeping his eyes on her monitor, Alex kept his fingers running through Jo’s hair in an attempt to comfort her, “Breathe baby, it’s okay just breathe.”

Once she finally took a deep breath Jo relaxed in Alex’s hold, her voice alarmingly calm as she spoke, “I really need to push. Like right now.”

“Let me get the doctor, just hold on a minute babe,” Alex couldn’t help the wide grin he sported as he left Jo’s side to call down the hallway for her doctor. In just a little while they were going to be parents…

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!”

The TV played softly in the background as fireworks lit up the dim hospital room but Alex and Jo weren’t paying attention to the celebration of the new year. Both had their eyes firmly locked on the sleeping bundle in Jo’s arms, light curls peeking out of the pink hat on her head as her lips pursed in her sleep.

“You do that when you’re sleeping,” Alex pointed out as he ran his finger down his daughter’s cheek. “You look like a fish, it’s kinda funny that she’s already doing it.” “She’s not even three hours old and you’re comparing her to a fish,” Jo chuckled as she looked from her daughter to her husband. “She needs a name still.”

“How about Goldie,” Alex’s suggestion earned him a slap on the arm from Jo, a laugh escaping him as she did so. “I was kidding! What about the one you really liked?” Eyeing her daughter as if testing out the name she’d brought up so many months ago, a grin settled on Jo’s face, “I like it. Annabeth Brooke Karev.”

“Glad we finally decided on that, I thought you were never going to choose,” Alex pressed a kiss to Jo’s lips, then another to the top of Annie’s head. “Happy New Year Annie.”

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight

When it's exactly 12 o'clock, midnight

Welcoming in the New Year, New Year's Eve

#jolex #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #greys anatomy #jo x alex #jolex fanfic #jolex fic #nina writes

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chibinekochan · 4 years ago

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Angel in Hell - Part 6

Obey me! Angel Reader Au.

Gen. reader insert.

~2,5k words

Taglist:

@gothjuulpod ; @purgatoryhall ; @sibit360 ; @a-personnamed-ace

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Just a heads up that there is a very heated argument between Satan and Asmo later on.

Also, a demon is hitting on angel Mc but they leave without doing much.

Just skip the last part if you are uncomfortable with these. *Basically everything that happens after you meet Satan.*

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A few days have passed and the weekend is finally approaching.

This week was very hectic.

You mull over what to do.

Maybe you should do some exploring.

Then your phone rings.

It's Mammon.

"Hey, I was just thinking that you probably have nothing going on this weekend so I figured I'd be nice and invite you out. I plan to go with Asmo to a club. I think it will be great fun and we can really let go, you know. What do you think?" Mammon asks you in a roundabout way but you can tell that he wants to spend time with you.

" A club? I haven't been to a demon club before but as long as we are home before curfew it should be fine." You think that it sounds like fun.

"Sometimes you need to let go, you know. Rules are great and all but you can't just live like this. Well whatever, it's fine with me. I will make sure to bring you safe and sound back." Mammon seems slightly annoyed but still goes out of his way to do it anyway.

" I will trust you. When will we meet?" You smile lightly.

"Wow, talk about a direct hit. I'll pick you up at 7 pm. Is that okay?" Mammon seems a bit taken aback.

"Sounds great. I look forward to it!" This sounds like fun to you.

You both hang up.

Now your plan for tonight is set but now the question is what are you dressing?

Then you see a message from Asmo.

Asmo: I heard the great news. I'm excited. Do you know what you are going to wear?

You: No, I was just thinking about it.

Asmo: Great, then come over here. I have tons of great outfits and I can do your styling too!

You: Isn't that a bother to you?

Asmo: Nonsense, just come here, I look forward to it. ❤️

You: Alright, I'm on my way! ^_^

With a smile, you grab a few things and make your way to Asmo.

You knock on his door.

"Coming! " Asmo opens the door just a few moments later. He wears a bright smile on his face.

"Come on in. I already have some outfits for you in mind. Let's see what suits you best." Asmo seems very giddy. It's infectious.

You smile at him and step inside the room.

Asmo already has a few things shattered over his bed.

Curious you take a look at the flashy clothing items.

You don't think that you have ever seen anything like this before.

They seem to sparkle in every color of the rainbow.

"Is there anything that caught your eye?" Asmo has stepped behind you, sounding delighted.

"All of these are very flashy. I don't think they will look good on me." You look a bit unsure about the clothes.

"Don't sell yourself short. You have a great body and I know these will look great on you. I have tons more so we can try and see what you like most." Asmo compliments you without missing a beat. It's like breathing to him.

At least you can't really argue against trying on the clothes.

"Will these fit me?" You definitely do not have the same size as Asmo.

"Yes, of course. I know your size so no worries there." Asmo seems very confident.

"How do you know my size?" You certainly never told Asmo.

"I'm very good at guessing." Asmo shrugs.

You aren't satisfied with this but say nothing else.

You turn to the outfits that are laid out in front of you. One of them catches your eye, you hold it up. It's very flashy but it also looks very nice.

You aren't sure if this is your style at all, yet you feel oddly drawn to it.

"You should try it on. I bet it will look great on you." Asmo encourages you.

You sigh softly and you take it with you to the bathroom to try it on.

Asmo doesn't tease you for not dressing it in front of him. You appreciate it.

It's a bit of a hassle to dress the outfit, yet it slides right on you. Like it was made for you.

Feeling a bit nervous you step out from the bathroom.

Asmos eyes sparkle. "Wow, this looks so great. I'm glad you decided to dress it."

He looks very happy now.

Your cheeks flush lightly. "Thank you Asmo. It fits perfectly but are you sure that it suits me?"

"I would never lie about style. Trust me, you look gorgeous. Let me style you and hmm maybe some makeup would be good for you too, maybe I could do your nails too. I can already see it in front of my eyes." Asmo seems very excited.

It's impossible to turn him down. "Okay, but don't go over the top." You feel slightly nervous.

"Don't worry about it. I will make you shine just enough to blind everyone hehe." Asmo giggles in delight.

"That would be over the top." You feel a slight sense of dread.

"Trust me, love you will be stunning once I'm down with you. I will be the only person to outshine you tonight for sure." Asmo pats your shoulder, to assure you that everything is going to be just fine.

With a slight sense of fear, you surrender to Asmo and let him do as he pleases.

You silently pray for mercy.

Asmo is very giddy the entire time, he casually explains to you what he is doing and asks what you want him to do. He only does whatever you agree to.

You are very grateful for this.

Then when Asmo is done he has the biggest smile on his face. Like an artist who is proud of his finished masterpiece.

"Hold on, before I show you your new look we have to do this properly." Asmo grins at you.

"What do you mean?" Confused, you look towards Asmo.

Asmo covers your eyes with his hands. "This. I won't do anything, let me just lead you over to the mirror."

You tense up a bit at his sudden touch. Something deep inside you tells you it's alright to trust him.

So you follow his lead until he stops.

You can feel his breath on your neck. Your heart quickens.

Then his hands leave your eyes."Tadaa! What are you saying?" Asmo looks at your reflection.

You can barely believe that this is you. "Amazing, I feel like a different person." You are stunned. Asmo really knows how to highlight your best features.

"Haha, amazing isn't it?" Asmo is filled with pride.

"Yes, thank you so much Asmo." You smile with glee.

"Seeing you this happy makes this worth it." Asmo looks a bit sad for a moment. He then shakes his head. "Well anyway. Now it's time to glam me up. You will be stunned." Asmo goes back to his old gleeful self.

You spend time with him dressing and doing his own makeup, hair, and nails.

Asmo gives you some tips and you talk about the newest devildom gossip.

Then Asmo is finally done." Am I stunning or what?"

"Super stunning. You will put everyone else to shame." You always preach humility but you can't deny the facts.

"Hehehe this means a ton coming from you." Asmo seems to be beaming with confidence.

"We should get going now. Mammon said he will pick me up from my room." You just remembered that promise.

"Don't sweat it. I will call him to come here. That way we can spend a little more time together. I gotta take a few pictures of us first." Asmo clearly has his priorities.

Without hearing your protest, he quickly calls Mammon, who doesn't sound super thrilled but agrees to come anyway.

After taking a few pictures together with Asmo, you hear a knock on the door.

"Ahh! He is so fast." Asmo grumbles in slight annoyance.

You give him a light laugh and open the door. "Hey there, Mammon!" You look at his party outfit, it seems like he's also dressed up. "You are looking good."

Mammon seems speechless when he sees you. "Umm oh thank you…"

"Aren't you going to compliment us? So rude!" Asmo teases Mammon.

"Sh-shut up. I was going to say it." Mammon silks a little.

You give him a kind smile. "There is no need to force yourself."

Mammon looks nervously away. "I wasn't...I just needed some time to process this. You look amazing." Mammon blushes.

"What about me!?" Asmo butts in.

"You look normal." Mammon doesn't want to play along, it seems.

Asmo gasps. "Did you hear that? Unbelievable!" He seems very upset.

"You look stunning Asmo, don't be so rude Mammon!" You shake your head.

"Hehehe you just know what to say." Asmo is instantly better. You wonder if he just played being offended.

"You are unbelievably using cheap tricks just to fish for compliments." Mammon sighs.

"Well, we should get going before it's too crowded. I need some space on the dance floor." Asmo waves Mammon off.

You nod and with that, you all drive to the club.

It's a very popular place. It's semi-crowded but Asmo has reserved space for just the three of you.

It's very fun. Chatting, drinking, and dancing with both demons.

You didn't expect to have this much fun.

It's very delightful.

You are just dancing when you suddenly spot another familiar face.

You make your way over to him. "Satan! Are you here with your friends?"

"Huh oh, it's you. Don't tell me you are alone here?" Satan seems happy to see you but also a bit troubled.

"No, I'm here with Asmo and Mammon. Are you on your own?" You smile.

"That's good to hear. These places aren't for someone like you to be on your own. " Satan sighs, slightly relieved.

"I can defend myself." You aren't particularly worried.

Satan looks away slightly troubled. It seems like he is about to say something. "You look great tonight. Asmos work I would bet." Satan swiftly changes the topic.

"You are right. Hey, how about joining us?" You smile. It seems to be a great idea, the more the merrier.

"Oh, I don't know…" Satan is about to refuse you.

"Hey there, pretty think wanna leave this twig and come hang with me instead. I can show you a grand old time." A scummy looking demon just appears out of nowhere and hits on you.

"No thank you." You try to hide your disgust.

"Who are you calling a twig? You stupid scum. Scam before I forget my manners!" Somehow the demon made Satan very angry.

"Come on mate, let me have some fun. They surely won't regret it." The demon has no clue when to stop.

"They said no, so just buzz off." Satan only seems to get more irritated.

"You are such a stick in the mud, let me buy that cutie a drink at least. How about it cutie?" The demon seems utterly drunk.

"No, I'm good." You refuse politely.

"Come on, be a bit nice to me." The demon steps a bit closer.

Already blocked by the glaring Satan.

"I hate to repeat myself. GET LOST OR I WILL FORGET MYSELF!" Satan yells. You can see an aura of anger building around him.

The demon seems to finally get the message, putting its hands in the air and stepping back.

"Satan. You are here too?! And there you are I have been looking for you." Asmo waves at both of you.

Satan glares at Asmo. "Why the hell did you leave them alone?" Satan seems very upset.

"What do you mean? We were just dancing. I looked away for a second and poof gone." Asmo doesn't seem to take this very seriously.

"Calm down Satan, I'm fine. I just saw you, that's why I came over to you." You try to explain the situation in a calm manner.

"It doesn't matter. You could have been harmed. Just look at that creepy demon that just hit on you. You could have gotten hurt." Satan's anger seems to only get worse.

"It was fine, no harm, no foul." Asmo shakes his head.

"You are way too careless Asmo. After everything you still pretend that this is some sort of game." Satan yells at Asmo, changing into his demon form.

"I'm not playing a game. It was only for a moment that I lost them out of my sight." Asmo starts to glare at Satan.

"ONLY A MOMENT? YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT ONE FREAKING MOMENT CAN DO!" Satan grabs Asmo, he seems so angry, so desperate.

"Calm down nobody was hurt." Desperately you try to calm Satan down. He doesn't listen.

"Nothing happened so just get yourself back together. I wasn't the one that let someone be killed!" Asmo states coldly.

It makes you almost shiver.

This statement seems to cause Satan to lose his last bit of restraint. He violently grabs on to Asmo, who also turns into his demon form.

" You stupid f*cking Bastard," Satan says lowly, but it's even scarier than before.

"You know it's true so just punch me if you want to." Asmo taunts Satan.

"Please you two calm down." You still desperately try to talk sense into them.

It's useless. "What the hell?" You hear a confused Mammon next to you.

"They started arguing after Asmo lost sight of me when I saw Satan was here and then some demon hit on me." You explain the situation as quickly as you can.

Mammon seems confused, but the issue in front of him has to be resolved. "Hey guys, stop it. Lucifer will be mad if you start a fight." Mammon tries to calm them down.

"Why don't you say that to Satan? HE started this." Asmo glares at Mammon.

"Screw you. You keep your stupid butt of this Mammon or I will get you next." Satan has lost all reason in his anger.

"Keep it down, Satan. Don't forget that I'm stronger than you are." Mammon also seems to be annoyed now.

"Please guys calm down. Let's go outside and take a deep breath." You desperately try them to calm down. It's frustrating.

"You keep out of this. All of this is just happening because of you!" Satan now looks at you, anger, frustration, and some unknown emotion mixed into his glare.

"It's not their fault you stupid idiot!" Mammon now gets more frustrated with himself.

"Yeah what are you stupid for? Blaming someone else for your mistakes!" Asmo seems to only put oil into the fire.

Your frustration only grows. You need them all to stop this nonsense.

"Screw you, it wasn't my fault." Satan shakes Asmo angrily. Asmo claws Satan's arm.

Both seem to be too angry to reason.

You take a deep breath. "ALL OF YOU STOP!" Frustrated you yell out.

Suddenly something happens, like a shockwave hitting all of the brothers.

They get slammed to the ground.

You stare wide-eyed. What just happened? Something like this could only happen from a pact!?

You look at them and at yourself in disbelief.

You can't wrap your head around what just happened.

The brothers stare at you in equal disbelief.

"What the hell? The pact was broken?" Mammon seems just as lost as you are.

You can't even hear him. Your ears ring from the shock.

Your legs start to move and you just run outside without another word.

You are so confused, lost.

There is only one person that might be able to give you some comfort, some answer. Just something.

#obey me #obey me angel au #angel in hell #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #omswd #obey me!#obey me one master to rule them all #2 more parts left

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aalissy · 4 years ago

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Adrien Knows

Day 17 is doneee!! And it contains a reveal and one of my favorite tropes :D :D!! Adrien knowingggg!!! Hehehe I hope I did the reveal justicee!! It’s now exactly a month before my 21st birthday :D :D!! I’m sooo excited :) I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

AO3

Marinette’s cheeks flushed a light pink as she shifted in her seat. Adrien was staring at her. Again! It had been going on since class started. Even when Mlle. Bustier was lecturing them, he was constantly turning to face her. There was a small, shy smile on his face as he blinked up at her innocently.

The first time it happened, she had turned a bright red, her gaze drifting over to Alya to see if he was looking at her instead. Alya’s head was still buried in her notebook though, not even noticing her mini-staring contest with Adrien. Marinette had gulped quietly, her eyes slowly traveling back over to Adrien who had, fortunately, turned back around.

More like unfortunately, a small part of herself had grumbled in frustration. She finally gained Adrien’s attention and she wasted it by looking away. Twisting her lips with a quiet huff, Marinette blew her bangs out of her eyes. It took a while, but she eventually managed to focus on what Mlle. Bustier was saying. Her tongue stuck out slightly as a light frown creased her brow trying to write down as many notes as she could.

Oddly, as she worked, it felt like she was being watched once again. Gripping her pencil tightly, Marinette resisted the urge to look up. Surely Adrien wasn’t looking at her again! He wouldn’t do that. It must have been a fluke the first time. Yeah, that was it. Just a fluke...

She managed to keep her gaze focused on her paper for another five seconds before she finally jerked her head up. If she hadn’t been sitting down, she was certain she’d have fainted or at the very least stumbled backward. As it was, she could barely keep herself from falling out of her chair. Adrien was looking at her! His green eyes glimmered softly up at her with something akin to awe. B-but that couldn’t be right... W-why would Adrien look at her like that?!

Nibbling the corner of her lip nervously, Marinette glanced around their surroundings yet again, wondering if she was missing something. When her eyes met his, she gave him a small, hesitant smile, lifting her hand up slightly in a small wave.

Adrien flushed cutely, practically whipping back around to face their teacher. Marinette’s heart gave a fierce tug before she blinked down at her hand. She clenched and unclenched her fist a few times, wondering if Adrien had spotted something wrong with it. Finding nothing wrong, she gave a small frown and shrug before turning back to her notebook.

The rest of her classes continued much the same. Every so often she’d catch Adrien’s eye. The two would stare at each other dumbstruck for a few moments before immediately blushing a deep red, looking back at their teachers.

Sometimes, when their gazes remained locked on each other, he’d get caught. Whenever that happened, Marinette immediately ducked her head shyly, hiding behind her pigtails as Alya nudged her playfully. When she peeked sideways at her best friend, her eyebrows would always be wiggling. With a small glare and a light shove, Marinette shook her head at the junior reporter.

Turning back to her notes, she assured herself with a few quick words. She must be dreaming. In fact, Marinette was sure she was just dreaming! Yeah, that made sense! After all, why would Adrien, the smartest kid she knew, not pay attention to their lessons to look back at her? With that thought in mind, she happily continued with her notes, giving a fierce, determined nod as the idea made more and more sense.

After that, it was much easier to concentrate. Her final class for the day passed quickly and she slowly and cheerfully piled stuff into her backpack. Marinette heard Alya give a faint goodbye and her head quickly perked up to give her friend a wave. Turning her attention back to her backpack, she felt an arm slide across her shoulder, the person leaning in to purr in her ear, “Hello, bugaboo.”

“Chat,” she frowned, brushing his arm off of her shoulder with a light scoff, “How many times do I need to tell you not to call me that?”

There was no response. Marinette frowned at that. Chat always had a reply and a witty comeback just waiting for her. It was then that she noticed her hands. They weren’t covered by gloves. She was still in school, not fighting an akuma attack with her partner. She tensed slightly before whipping around, her face paling in horror as she saw just who had called her bugaboo. Adrien stood next to her, his lips parted slightly with shock but his eyes seemed to be sparkling with uncontained giddiness.

Marinette blinked furiously, gulping in a harsh breath of air, “I-I’m so sorry, Adrien! I-I have no idea what just happened!!”

He just stared at her for a few more moments before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Her eyes darted about the classroom, trying to find an escape route as she panicked. This couldn’t be happening! When Adrien finally stopped laughing and gained his breath back, he gave her a bright smile, “It’s alright, Marinette! That was my fault, really.”

His fault... Marinette frowned some at that, wondering what he meant. Then realization hit her. He had called her bugaboo. Adrien had called her bugaboo. She tensed up completely, sure that her features were contorted in horror. Quickly, she stuttered out an apology, shoving books in her bag, “I-it’s alright, Adrien. I gotta go though, bye!”

She darted out of the empty classroom, ignoring Adrien’s strangled shout of her name as she left him behind. She ran all the way home, barely sparing a quick hello to her parents before darting upstairs. It was there that she finally collapsed, falling into a heap on the floor. Smacking her forehead harshly, Marinette groaned frustratedly, “This is just a dream! This is all just a dream! T-there’s no way Adrien is Chat Noir!!”

“Marinette,” Tikki phased out of the girl’s purse, her tiny arm outstretched as she attempted to console the panicking designer.

“What do I do, Tikki?!” she looked up at her kwami with tears brimming in her clear blue eyes, “I’m not dreaming, am I?!”

The small creature blinked at her before slowly nodding her head, “It’s going to be ok, Marinette.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” her voice wobbled slightly as she whispered.

“You could never lose me,” Tikki came forward to cup her cheek in a small hug, “It’s alright! I knew that this day was coming. You two were bound to figure out each others’ identities soon.”

Marinette sniffled quietly, “So, I won’t lose you?”

“No,” she shook her head as she nuzzled closer to her holder.

With a shaky grin, she held Tikki to her cheek as her eyes fluttered closed. In the next second, though, Marinette’s eyes snapped open, “B-but what about Hawkmoth?! What happens if either of us gets akumatized?!”

“You two will just have to be extra careful,” Tikki pulled back to look at her seriously, “You need to look out for each other. In fact, I think someone owes him a little conversation after she ran away from him.”

Her face paled and she gnawed nervously on her lip, “I didn’t mean too! I-I just freaked out, Tikki! I thought I was going to lose you!”

“Well, now you know you’re not,” her kwami tapped her nose playfully, “But Adrien doesn’t know that.”

“Adrien doesn’t kn-,” Marinette repeated before her eyes widened in realization. Oh god, she just ran away from Adrien. The boy she’s had a crush on for years. After figuring out his secret identity. The boy she’s been rejecting for years. Gulping quietly, she gave Tikki a quick nod, “Oh no, no, no, you’re so right! Tikki, spots on!”

Feeling the rush of magic take over, she quickly swung out of her bedroom and towards Adrien’s mansion. Ladybug hesitated outside of his window, wondering if he would even want to see her today. Nibbling on her lip, she drew her fist back, trying to summon the courage to knock. All her feelings of guilt and resistance disappeared, however, when she finally spotted Adrien. He was pacing, running a hand through his hair and it almost looked like he was muttering to himself.

Clenching her fist, Ladybug knocked twice, giving him a shy smile when he turned to look at her. Quickly, he scrambled towards her, stumbling slightly in his haste to open the window for her. When he did open it, Adrien practically gasped, “Mari-, err, I mean Ladybug what are you doing here?”

She giggled quietly before peeking at him from beneath her lashes, “D-do you mind if I come in, Adrien?”

“N-not at all!” he stepped back to give her space, his cheeks a light, adorable pink.

Sucking in a deep breath, Ladybug started the hard conversation, “So... how long have you known?”

“Um, known what?” Adrien chuckled nervously, shifting from foot to foot.

“It’s alright, kitty,” she gave him a soft look, “You weren’t exactly subtle today.”

He froze for a moment before gazing up at her almost ashamedly, “I’m really sorry, Ladybug. I didn’t mean to. It just sort of slipped out.”

She gave a quiet laugh, shaking her head, “Of course it did. So how did you figure it out?”

“Honestly?” Adrien asked and she gave a small nod, “I had detransformed in the same alley as you about five seconds prior.”

Ladybug’s mouth dropped open in shock before she waved her arms about, “Why didn’t you say something then?”

“I panicked!” he said, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, “I don’t know... I guess I just thought you wouldn’t like me as much.”

She frowned at him, “Wouldn’t like you as much... Adrien, what do you mean?”

The model sighed quietly, glancing away from her as he murmured, “Well, Marinette doesn’t seem to like Adrien too much so I was hoping to become better friends with you. But, I screwed that up too,” he blew out a long exhale.

Ladybug sucked in a harsh gasp. H-he couldn’t possibly believe that! Could he? Slowly, she crept towards him, taking his hand in hers, “A-Adrien, I-I never hated you. I-I, erm, actually I liked you a little too much,” she gulped loudly as she peered up into his green eyes. Should she not have said that? Maybe she already missed her chance the last time she rejected him. With a small wince, she turned away from him, “I-I mean, nevermind!”

“No!” Adrien quickly grabbed her wrist, “Err, sorry. B-but what do you mean you liked me too much?”

Sucking in a deep breath, Ladybug summoned her courage, “I-I’ve actually had a crush on you. On Adrien for so long now.”

“A-are you serious?” his mouth dropped open in shock.

“Mhm,” she said shyly, nodding her head.

It didn’t take long for him to cup her cheeks, bending his head down to kiss her lips. Ladybug practically froze with shock before she melted into his kiss, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his neck. Adrien pulled back, murmuring quietly, “I’m sorry. Was that okay?”

“That was absolutely perfect,” Ladybug said with a small giggle before pulling him back down into another sweet kiss.

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gingerwritess · 5 years ago

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So. This happened to me like, two days ago. I have a friend who has 3 little demons (but I love them). And the situation she was in made me wonder how would Loki react to coming home slightly later than he had intended, only to find his wife trying to do twenty things at a time, in the verge of tears, with a crying Frigg with soap in her eyes, and Elliot trying to console them both, and terribly failing. A dash of angst in there if you may. Love you!! 💕💕💕

ok let’s get some cONTENT up in this blog

here’s that screaming frigg fic y’all were so worried about heheh

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Loki’s out tonight, and the kitchen is flooding.

It figures that it’d happen tonight of all nights, a night when you have a six o’clock appointment the next morning and are trying to get everyone to sleep a little earlier, a night when everything already seems to be going wrong.

There’s a leak in Elliot’s room that just started up again, and in rummaging around under the sink for a pot to catch the water, he’d bumped a pipe with his elbow and the sink had promptly exploded.

Hands full of dirty clothes, you were on the phone with the landlord about the first leak when he sheepishly knocked on the laundry room door, dripping water with every step.

You thought that might’ve been the worst of it, trying to wrap the broken pipe in towels and stop the stream of water, but then a blood-curdling scream comes from the bathroom where you thought Frigg was brushing her teeth.

“Everything’s fine,” you’d assured the landlord, dropping the towels and rushing to the bathroom. “Just my little one, something—oh, god.”

“MY EYES, MOMMY MY EYES—”

Her eyes watery and bloodshot, she’s screaming and furiously rubbing her eyes with two little hands.

Two little bubbly hands.

“One second,” you say into the phone, handing it to Elliot and grabbing Frigg. “What happened?!”

“Soap,” she sobs, pointing at the handsoap, “soap, it ‘mells good, b-but it burns…”

“You rubbed soap in your eyes?”

She nods, a fresh wave of tears enveloping her in shaking screams, and through them you hear Elliot on the phone:

“It’s just my baby sister. Nah, she’s washing her eyes. You married? You got any kids? ”

You grab the phone from him and stick it under your ear, holding it between the side of your face and your shoulder as you swing Frigg under one arm and rush back out to the kitchen.

“Sorry, so the leak—yeah, sure, we can call someone about it.” Still trying to maintain a civil conversation, you grab the pot and run it to Elliot’s room, sticking it under the leak and hurrying back to the kitchen to get to work on the sink. “This falls under the covered maintenance charges, though, right?”

The front door opens just as the landlord gives you a slow “not exactly…” and Loki walks in.

You’re almost relieved to see him until you take in the sight of him, tuning out the landlord’s explanation of how much you’re going to have to pay and Frigg’s consistent screams of pain just to focus on the mess of a husband that just walked through the door.

His shirt hanging open and unbuttoned save the bottom three, hair a sloppy bun behind his head, wide, shocked eyes sweep the room until his mouth opens and—

“They’re supposed to be in bed!”

You choke back a sob and Loki knows he just fucked up.

“Let me call you back,” you croak into the phone, letting it slide off your shoulder onto the floor.

It cracks on the tile, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

“Are they supposed to be in bed, Loki?” You step towards him, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you drag a wailing Frigg along next to you. “Really, are our kids supposed to be asleep right now? I had no idea.”

“I-I didn’t mean—”

“You think I don’t know that?? You think I haven’t been trying for the past two hours—”

“Let me help,” he offers, rushing forward and grabbing Frigg. “What’s she going on about?”

“Soap in her eyes, go help her wash it out.” You gladly hand her over but she just screams louder, thrashing around in Loki’s arms as you run to the kitchen.

“It’s gettin’ worse, mom.” Elliot points at the overflowing sink, a nice puddle of water sloshing around at his feet. “I tried to stop it but it’s comin’ too fast for the towels—”

“LOKI!! Get in here!”

He hurries in, setting Frigg on the counter—still screaming bloody murder—and promptly slips in the puddle of water and falls flat on his back.

You shriek. He laughs.

“Aren’t I graceful,” he giggles, pulling himself back to his feet and flicking water in your face.

Wait.

Giggles??

“Fix the sink,” you groan, head dropping to your chest. “Please.”

“Gladly, m’lady.” He narrows his eyes and holds up his hands, and whoosh—all the water in the sink gathers into a giant wave and washes over the three of you.

At least now your tears will blend in.

“I said fix it,” you grit out, trying not to raise your voice at his stupid grin. “You’re not being funny, Loki, just fix it.”

Elliot looks about ready to cry, too, now in pajamas soaked to the bone with water dripping from his brow.

“Sorry,” Loki chuckles, reaching up to wring out his hair. “My magic doesn’t get along well with alcohol.”

You freeze and Elliot takes a step back—something about this tells him this won’t be pretty.

“Loki?”

He turns to you with a smile and brings a hand up to cradle your cheek. “Hmm?”

You smack his hand away. “You’re drunk, aren’t you.”

He bites his lip with a small grin. “I brought some home for you, too, for once the children are in bed.”

“MOMMY, IT HURTS—”

“Get out of here,” you hoarsely tell him, tears pooling in your eyes. “I can’t deal with you right now, Loki, get out.”

He just blinks, brow furrowing at your tears. “Why are you crying, my love?”

“Dad,” Elliot pipes up before you can explode at him, cautiously placing a hand on Loki’s arm. “You should go, um, take a shower.”

“Why—”

“GET OUT!!” You shout, pushing past him to scoop Frigg off the counter, abandoning the sink issue until the screeching daughter has been stopped.

Drunkenness aside, Loki seems to know what’s best for him, given how he nods and quickly retreats to your room, already shedding his soaked shirt before the door shuts behind him.

“Sorry, mom.” Elliot trails behind you as you take Frigg to the bathroom, helping her out of her pajamas and turning on the shower. “I don’t think dad means anything by it, I think he just came in at the wrong time.”

“Don’t worry,” you sigh, wiping off a mix of sink water and tears with your sleeve. “I’ll talk to him, there’s just too much going on right now. Frigg, sweetie, screaming isn’t going to help, just put your face under the water.”

She shakes her head, teary eyes squeezed shut.

“C’mon, Frigg, you have to get the soap out of your eyes.” You try to guide her under the stream of water, but she fights against you and shakes her head again.

“NO!”

“It’ll make your eyes feel better,” you promise, trying again to pull her into the water. “Elliot, take all the towels from in here and start drying up what you can in the kitchen, okay?”

He nods and gathers up all the towels, taking them out to the kitchen as you give up and climb in the shower with Frigg; you’re already soaked from Loki’s little sink display.

Picking her up, you carefully step under the water and hold her close when she tries to hide from the water, trying to let the gentle stream land on her face.

“See? It’s warm, it won’t hurt you.” You reach over and start gently rubbing her eyes, carefully trying to lift her eyelid to let the clean water rinse away the soap. “Mommy’s got you. It’s just gonna hurt for a little longer, I promise it’ll go away.”

Thankfully she falls slack in your grip and the screams reduce to quiet sniffles, her little arms tightly hugging your neck as you gently wash off her face.

“There we go! Doesn’t that feel better?” Shutting off the water, you step out of the shower and reach for a towel—oh.

Elliot took all the towels. That’s right.

“Now m’all cold, mommy,” Frigg mumbles, hugging your soaked shirt closer.

“Let’s go find dad.”

You really don’t want to have to see him yet, but if all the towels in the house are being used to block a broken pipe, he’ll have to do.

You carry Frigg to your bedroom, knuckles rapping on the door before you step inside. Loki’s wrapped his waist in a towel, digging around in a drawer for a change of clothes, and he looks up with a bright grin when you walk in with Frigg in your arms.

“There’s my girls!”

“We’re out of towels,” you say curtly, stopping before you reach him. “Dry us off?”

His face falls when you won’t round the edge of the bed, but he nods and gives you a sheepish grin as he comes over to place a hand on Frigg’s back.

“Can we talk?” He asks quietly, warm air surrounding you, Frigg nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck. “I know you’re mad.”

“Not right now,” you mutter, hoisting her higher on your hip. “I’ve got kids to put to bed. And a house to fix. And a drunk husband to take care of.”

“I’m not drunk anymore,” he promises, running his hands up and down your arms with a sad lift of his eyebrow. “I’ll explain everything.”

“Later.”

He doesn’t argue, just sending one more wave of warm air over the two of you and leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead before you can duck away.

“Thanks.”

Hugging Frigg a little tighter, you carry her back to the bathroom and help her into her pajamas. The sound of rushing water seems to have gone down, hopefully meaning that Elliot figured something out with the sink, so you tuck Frigg into bed and kiss her goodnight before going out to check on him.

“Fixed it,” Elliot proudly announces, spreading his arms towards the flooded sink.

Sure enough, by some miracle, the stream of water at least has stopped spraying.

“What’d you do?” You drop to your knees and help him finish drying off the floor, gathering armfuls of soaked towels into your arms and lugging them off to the laundry room wth Elliot trailing behind.

“The water was on,” he explains with a quick snort of laughter, helping you dump all the towels into the washer. “I just turned off the faucet ‘n tied up the pipe with a towel.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No,” he giggles, shaking his head at the smile starting to hint at your lips. “We’re just that dumb.”

You can’t help it—you laugh, reaching over to ruffle a hand through his wet hair. “Thanks for everything, Elliot. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Anytime, mom.” He wraps an arm around your waist for a wet hug, following you back out to the living room. “Is Frigg okay?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. “Had to rinse her eyes out, but she’s asleep now.”

“She told me she thought the soap smelled good,” he giggles, stopping in his bedroom doorway to look up at you. “So she wanted to see if it looked as pretty as it smelled.”

You shake your head with a grin as he doubles over with muffled laughter. “Okay, maybe she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed,” you laugh, running a hand through his curls. “Yet. She’s only three.”

He just cracks up again, leaning against the doorway to catch his breath. “Gosh, I love her,” he grins, a hand to his heart as a few stray laughs escape. “Oh, and mom? Don’t go too hard on dad, please? He’s really sorry, I can tell.”

You wrap your kid in a hug, pressing your lips to the top of his head. “I won’t,” you assure him. “And I’m not mad at him, it was just a whole lot of bad timing. I’m sorry I shouted at him.”

“S’alright,” he replies softly, hugging you tighter. “Just make sure he knows that. It’s tearin’ him up inside.”

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You feel like you’re about to scold one of your kids, with the amount of guilt etched across Loki’s face.

He shoots to his feet when you open the door, lifting a halfhearted hand to you. “I am so, so sorry,” he blurts, “I never should’ve left you—”

“No, don’t be.” You wave away his apologies and trudge over to him, glancing anywhere but at his face. “You have a good time?”

“Don’t brush this off,” he frowns, gently placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head towards him. “Be mad at me. You’re too forgiving. I’ve done plenty tonight to constitute your being upset with me.”

“It was just bad timing,” you weakly argue, crossed arms falling to your sides. “Sorry I shouted at you.”

“I came home drunk, left you to care for our children, I insulted you as a mother and my wife. You should hate me.”

“I just want to sleep,” you whisper, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and pulling his hand away. “I’m so tired, Loki, let’s just go to bed.”

You shrug off his hands and crawl in bed, your back to Loki, reaching over to turn off the light before he can say anything else.

“G’night,” you mumble, blinking back tears.

Crap. You forgot about the leak in Elliot’s room. That’ll have to be tomorrow’s problem.

Loki doesn’t come to bed that night. You hear him get in the shower—again, you guess, he’d already showered once to sober up, but you’re not going to question it—and then he leaves the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

After about an hour of tossing and turning among the empty sheets, you give up and drag yourself out the door.

The carpet in the living room is still damp from all the water you, Elliot, and Frigg had dripped across the house, squishing under your toes when you see Loki curled up on the couch, eyes tightly shut.

Idiot.

You give his hips a good shove to make some room, lifting his arm and tucking yourself back against his body as he quietly grunts in his sleep.

“You could’ve stayed in bed with me,” you whisper, pulling his arm tight around your chest.

“Don’t deserve to.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

The arm around you tightens and he buries his face in the curve of your neck, placing one single soft kiss there. “Agreed.”

You’re asleep within minutes.

There’s a weight on your chest when you eventually wake up—and it’s definitely well past six in the morning.

Your eyes fly wide open.

You were supposed to be somewhere by now.

Immediately trying to worm your way out from under the dead weight on your chest, you realise it’s Loki and he just grips you tighter, his head on your chest and arms tight around your waist.

“I cancelled it,” he grunts, holding you down until you finally go slack under him, slightly breathless.

“That’s rude,” you huff, smacking weakly at his arm. “I needed to go to that, Tony was counting on me—”

“No, you needed to rest.” He catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, eyes still closed. “I already took Elliot to school, Frigg’s still asleep.”

“…thanks.”

“Mm.” He nuzzles into your neck, thumb brushing along your wrist. “I also need to speak with you.”

“Nooo,” you groan, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t wanna talk about it, let’s just move on.”

“Don’t move.” He squeezes your waist with his arms, planting a kiss on your collarbone. “You don’t have to respond, but I want you to hear my apology.”

You don’t reply, but your fingers tangle in his hair, so Loki keeps talking.

“I’m so sorry for not being here for you,” he murmurs. “I have no excuse. The same responsibility you carry for our family should fall on me as well, yet I threw that away last night for a few drinks with my brother. I was careless and self consumed, and I am so, so sorry.”

“Thanks.” Picking up a chunk of his hair to braid, you focus on that to avoid his gaze. “I’m not mad at you for going out, y’know. It was really just a whole lot of craziness and bad timing.”

“That’s no excuse,” he quietly replies. “I’m so sorry. How can I make this up to you?”

“You don’t have to.” You smile down at him, poking a finger into his cheek. “Really, it was just bad timing. I mean, when have you not gone out with Thor and come back tipsy? Plus he said he needed to celebrate, so I really shouldn’t be surprised.”

He smiles, just the corners of his lips curling into your skin. “Fair point, but I think that just means you should be upset at the both of us.”

A content silence settles over the living room, the two of you huddled on top of each other to not fall off the couch. It’s a blissful moment of peace and quiet before Frigg wakes up, a moment of just the two of you that’s become increasingly rare.

Fingers lost in Loki’s hair, your mind wanders back to the leak in Elliot’s room and the broken pipe you’re going to have to pay for yourself.

“Loki?”

He opens one eye to glance up at you. “Hm?”

“I think we should move.”

At that, he shifts, practically laying on top of you to stare up at you playing with his hair. “Where to?”

“Anywhere.” Still focused on his braid, you don’t look him in the eye. “This place is too small for our family, and we shouldn’t be living in conditions like this. Plus you’re like, a king, so I feel bad for putting you in a dump like this.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Loki frowns, shaking his head at you—and messing up the braid.

“Hey!”

“Sorry.” He winces and quickly lowers his head again, letting you start braiding again. “Don’t you dare feel bad about me, I couldn’t have even begun to dream of having a life as wonderful as this.”

“But you always say that.”

“Because I mean it,” he mumbles into your neck, eyelashes brushing your skin as his eyes close again. “Would you like to move to Asgard?”

You fall silent, just crossing one little strand of hair over the other over and over and over.

It sounds great. In theory.

Moving a family of four to a different realm is a much more daunting task than it seems—there’s a bit more than just a time change involved.

“We’d all have to become immortal, right?”

“Only if we choose to become royalty again,” he replies.

“Is that even an option? After…y’know.” You swallow thickly, wishing you hadn’t brought it up in the first place.

“All I’ve done?”

You just nod, glad his face is in your neck, hidden from sight.

With the churning of his insides, Loki doesn’t want to answer you—and luckily, he doesn’t have to.

Little footsteps come clambering into the living room before either of you have a chance to say anything more.

Frigg’s crying. Again.

“Why you not in bed??” She sobs, lifting her arms up to Loki, little fingers grabbing for him. “Daddy, you not in bed!”

Sitting up, he chuckles and lifts her into his lap, quickly wrapping her in a hug. “Your mother and I slept out here. See? Now we’re just closer to the kitchen for breakfast.”

“I looked for you,” she sniffs, nuzzling into his chest. “You weren’t there.”

“We’re right here,” you assure her, “we’ve been here the whole time. Are you hungry?”

The little girl nods, rubbing her face into Loki’s shirt. You bite back a laugh; he silently blanches, his look of feigned disgust morphing into a chuckle at the tear-stains and snot-stains now striping his shirt.

Never would’ve thought he could be so thrilled to have snot rubbed across his favourite cotton shirt, but if it’s coming from his little girl, he can’t complain.

“Come with me, Frigg.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling himself off the couch to carry her towards the kitchen. “What would you like to eat?”

“Waffle,” she mumbles, one little hand mindlessly winding itself into Loki’s hair. “M’still sleepy, daddy.”

“You can go back to sleep, sæta,” he murmurs—you sit up, trying to keep an eye on them—and when she nuzzles closer into the curve of his neck with a sleepy nod, your heart melts at the soft smile on Loki’s face.

“I’ll wake you when your waffle is ready.”

Damn it.

Nothing works quite like a little kid to remind you just how much you love someone.

“And you, my love?” His daughter dozing off on one hip, he pokes his head out the doorway. “What would you like?”

“Didn’t you say last night that you brought something home for the two of us?” You yawn as you stretch, pulling yourself to your feet.

He laughs with a nod. “Shall we start our day off with a drink, then?”

“Please.”

The two of you work your ways around the kitchen, Loki holding Frigg in one arm as she naps and he cooks, you pouring the strange liquor out of the elegant Asgardian bottle into two glasses and carrying them back to the couch.

Loki joins you a few moments after, setting the plates on the coffee table and carefully lowering Frigg onto the couch as she stirs.

“Cheers, my love.” He smiles, situating himself next to you on the couch and picking up his glass.

You lean back onto him with your own glass, clinking it against his as he presses his lips to your temple, an arm winding it way around your chest. “Love you, Lokes.”

“HEY!”

Frigg jolts upright before the rim has even hit your lips, a chubby little finger pointed right at the two of you. “Can I haff some?”

Loki laughs, gently pushing you off of him to stand back up. “Give me just a moment, sæta.”

“Loki,” you call out after him, hurrying to set your glass down, “she’s three, she can’t have this—”

“Apple juice,” Loki replies with another laugh, reemerging from the kitchen with a green sippy-cup in hand. “It’s just apple juice. The best drink for when your three years of life are already adding up.”

Frigg reaches for the cup with a quiet whine, little fingers scrunching up as she bounces. “Thank you!”

Grabbing his wrist with a laugh, you pull Loki back over to sit behind you so you can lean against him again. “Well, it’s tough being a three year old, isn’t it?”

“Mm. The absolute worst.”

“What a life,” you chuckle as Frigg tears into her waffle, not bothering with syrup—or a plate, for that matter. “Think she would like it on Asgard?”

He takes a sip of his drink, wincing at the burn of it going down. “Oh, she would love it. Have you seen the way she looks at the world? I can’t take my eyes off of her for one second when we’re outside, she’ll go anywhere she hasn’t been and probably never come back.”

Frigg’s bright, green eyes flit up to look at the two of you watching her, gnawing absently on the straw of her sippy-cup.

“There’s no better place to feed a child’s curiosity,” Loki quietly continues as he looks at her, thumb rubbing slowly over your shoulder. “Though some of my worst memories are housed there, it does me no good to dwell on them. Asgard is not to blame.”

“What about Elliot?” You lean over to Frigg, helping her rip apart a particularly stubborn chunk of waffle. “Seems like it’d be good for him. He’s not the biggest fan of this planet, I don’t think.”

Loki laughs, drawing you back into his embrace. “Do you remember the first time he experienced Asgard—besides as an infant, of course? I’ve never seen him so excited.”

“Yeah,” you smile at the memory, the stars in his eyes and dimples like craters on the moon. “We should ask him how he’d feel about moving.”

“We should. There’s no rush, love, we can leave for Asgard whenever we see fit. If there is any hesitation, I say we wait and continue our lives here, and if it is meant to be part of our journey, it will be.”

Your phone buzzes then, shattering the peaceful air resting over the morning.

Ah. The landlord’s texted you the plumbing company he’d like you to hire—“for your water problem,” the text reads. Oh, so helpful.

“Tell you what,” you sigh, tossing your phone back onto the table and settling back against Loki’s chest. “We give Earth two more years to impress us. If no obvious signs have shown up, no clear reasons for us to stay, we move.”

“And if we do stay?” Loki plants another instinctive kiss to your temple, eyes still trained on your daughter eating.

“Then we just…stay.” You tilt your head up to steal a kiss, fingers running along his jaw. “I mean, it’s not like this isn’t the dream life, either. I love what we have. Let’s just…keep open minds, yeah?”

Loki smiles, raising his wine glass. “You have yourself a deal, my darling.”

You clink your glass against his with a grin, undeniable butterflies already fluttering around in the pit of your stomach about what may come. “Deal.”

“Wait, I wanna, too!” Tossing her waffle aside, Frigg grabs her apple juice and scrambles over to plop herself right in front of the two of you.

“And are you in agreement, Frigg?” Loki chuckles. “Any terms you’d care to add, or is this a deal?”

“Deal,” Frigg giggles, raising her little sippy-cup to bump into your wine glasses.

“Well.” Loki takes one last sip of his drink before pouring the rest into your glass with a soft smile. “There’s no going back now, is there.”

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harry-leroy · 4 years ago

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Can I bend the rules for the AU fic list? If so, how about George and Dwight with 1 (sick/injured) and/or 3 (amnesia) Thank you! : D

Yes you totally can!! I’m so sorry that this took a million years to get around to - as you probably all know, I’m terrible about answering asks in a timely manner. But this was a lot of fun to write! It’s somewhere post S5 - not exactly sure where though hehehe. Leaving under a cut for some angsty things - but everything’s all good by the end:) So stay tuned for some good old fashioned hurt/comfort ❤️

When George awoke, his vision sparkled and thinned, tunneling as he stared upwards into ornate, gilded designs. He was exhausted, far too tired now to fall back asleep. Before he could say anything, he felt a cold cloth on his forehead. There was also a gentle tug at his wrist, but he could not be bothered to look around at anything other than the ceiling.

Dwight sighed in relief. George’s pulse was quite normal again. It had been a difficult few nights at Cardew battling a fever this high, and seemingly with no cause. The good doctor had assured Cary Warleggan that there was no need for fear as George battled his fever; he did not fear death would result in the fight. However, Dwight was concerned as to what led to the man’s suffering and delirium. He had begun to consider George as a friend, and a dearer one than he might have expected at that. It pained him to see any man suffer, but all the more because it was George Warleggan.

George began to hear sounds, the semblances of voices. He felt his breath catch and a chill break down his spine.

“George?” He saw a face that looked like Dwight’s right above him. He felt a hand on his forehead now. “George? Can you hear me?”

* * *

It was another several hours before George opened his eyes again. This time he felt considerably more rested, though still having to take a few minutes to register his surroundings as real and consequential rather than figments of his imagination. The voices returned, but this time he could attach people to them. Real people.

“Was he doing anything strenuous before his fever began?” Dwight asked, his voice quiet from where George was. “Did he seem alright? No mention of-“

“No,” Cary cut him off. “No mention of her. He’s rid of her now,”

Dwight took a moment and caught his place against Cary’s quick counter.

“Still,” he said. “A great amount of bank work? A problem with the mine?”

“Nothing more than usual,” Cary said. “What are you suggesting? That this was caused by something... in the head?”

“I’m not sure,” Dwight said, glancing at George. It was then the good doctor realized that George was awake, and looking quite curiously at them. “Oh, Sir George,”

As Dwight rushed to his patient’s side, George made a weak attempt to prop himself up on his elbows.

“Where am I?” He asked. “What’s happened?”

“You should lie back down, nephew,” Cary said, lingering behind Dwight at a much slower pace. “You’ve been unwell,”

“Unwell?” George looked at Dwight. “What does he mean?”

“There is nothing to worry about, rest assured,” Dwight said. “Just a fever. You seem to be on the mend,”

George made a small noise, something like an acknowledgement, and lied back down on the pillow.

“Um,” George began. “How long?...”

“A few days,” Dwight said. “You collapsed on the floor after supper on Thursday evening. I was sent for immediately,”

“And today is?” George asked.

“Monday,” Dwight said, placing another gentle hand on his patient’s forehead. “Your fever seems to have broken. I should like you to rest a day or two more before resuming your activities as normal, but you should make a full recovery,”

“Do you have a day in mind?” Cary asked.

“We shall see how he feels tomorrow,” Dwight said. “But I should like him to stay in bed today, in case something were to happen,”

The doctor then turned back to George, gently taking his wrist again to check his pulse. He did not seem overly concerned until his brows knitted, as if he had remembered something.

“Sir George,” Dwight began. “Do you recall how you were feeling on Thursday? Do you recall any of the day at all?”

George blinked, trying to access his memory, but frustratingly, to no avail. He merely shook his head.

“What is the last thing you remember?” Dwight asked, still keeping calm with his voice, which was a great comfort to both George and Cary.

It took George a moment to think before it came to him, almost as hazy as the images he had seen in his heated delirium.

“Valentine,” he said. “Saying goodnight,”

“So nothing of Thursday at all?” Dwight asked.

George did not say anything. He could not begin to think of what Thursday was even meant to look like. He very suddenly wanted to see his children, but he could not bring himself to speak and ask for them.

“Did he meet with anyone on Thursday?” Dwight asked Cary. “Any engagements? Did he seem off?”

“He looked alright to me,” Cary said. “His collapse was quite a surprise to say the least,”

Before Dwight could respond, George spoke.

“Where are my children?” he asked. He seemed unsure of himself, unsure of his surroundings. He seemed to be looking in the middle of nowhere.

“Oh, um,” Cary began, quite certain that George must have been out of his wits again. “Do you really want them now?-“

“I’m sure they are not far away,” Dwight assured his patient. “Would you like to see them?”

Cary gave Dwight a look, one of a slight indignation for letting his own command slip, but Dwight merely smiled politely, then turned back to his patient.

“Oh, could I?” George asked. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen them,”

“Of course,” said Dwight as Cary gave a small huff, beginning to retreat away. Dwight watched him go, nearly amused (now that George was feeling much better and sure to recover fully) that Cary was still so hesitant to let Dwight have free reign over his treatment of George. However, he could not say that he blamed the man after what George had been through in the past. If that had happened to any relation of his, he would have never trusted another doctor again.

Once the doctor and his patient were alone, Dwight felt a tug on his sleeve. He turned around and knelt down. George took an excited breath in, his eyes lighting up with a kind of clarity.

“It was my children, you see,” he said. “I was so worried. About Valentine. He’s to go off to school in a week’s time. It’s the first time he’s been away for that long since... well...,”

“Go on,” Dwight urged, his voice still calm.

“You see,” George took a gentle hold of Dwight’s forearm, as if that would help him have strength to remember what was on his mind. “I never understood it. With Geoffrey Charles. Sending him to Harrow. But that’s because he isn’t... mine. I should have... listened. To her,”

“I understand,” Dwight said.

“It was almost as if,” he began, showing a slight hesitation before beginning again, “as if she was saying that she was right. I wondered if she... was angry. Resentful,”

“She could never be resentful,” Dwight said. “She loved you. And were she here today, she would feel that same pain you feel in losing Valentine. But he will come home again. He will have made friends, and learned much, but he will always be yours,”

“And hers,” George said, almost as though it were an afterthought.

“Yes,” Dwight said. “You must be strong for him. I’m sure he is just as nervous,”

George nodded.

“You’re right,” he said. “I will be. I must be,”

“Only after you’ve had a few more days to recover,” Dwight smiled. “Even though you are on the mend, I am still worried that your mental state was enough to bring you to this,”

“Was it that awful? My fever?” George asked, slightly worried that he had inconvenienced Dwight, no matter how silly that notion was.

“It is nothing you need to worry about,” Dwight said. “I am glad you told me what was on your mind,”

There was presently giggling that came from the closed door to the room. It opened to the sight of an exasperated Cary leaning over a tall boy and trying to hold the door. The boy ran in with as much excitement as Dwight had seen when George recovered from his last great illness, followed by Bessie carrying a little girl that was almost too big now to be carried. He smiled.

“Papa!”

#thank you so much for this!#i hope you enjoy ❤️#basically i love george and dwight with my whole heart #this probably isnt even canon compliant but i dont care hehehe #otp: i was there #brotp: i was there #dwight enys #george warleggan #cary warleggan #poldark #poldark fic #my fic #poldark au #poldark s5 #ticketybooser #hope you’re doing well hun!

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happy weekend dearest!

other than the snow angels, i haven’t done much.,, just been cozying it up with coffee and blankets at home hehe. 30 degrees... amazing. ideal feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather. 😌 bc of global warming we’ve been having some great summers these past few years. it even gets to 30 degrees as well which was unheard of tbh.

you’re so cute for caring ilysm <3 and aaa! a walk! do you have any perticular place you enjoy walking to or does the winds guide you, hehe? EDITING A FIC... 👀 i’m looking respectfully...... 👀 wait did the event open up for you already? i tried to play it earlier today but it wasn’t there yet... the lost riches one right?

bennett is best boy i still can’t believe it either!!! he’s seriously the cutest he just makes me so happy. when i need to explore and run around i always run with him bc i love his lines so much. what a bebie. you should go for it there are still some days left! + he’s a four star so he’s easier to get. GUOBA IS SO FUNNY he’s just.... a little fucking bear i can’t stop laughing... tbh the little creatures like amber’s bunny too just 😭 have you seen those yt clips of them dancing? obsession..

i need to ask you this bc when i found out i lost my mind: did you know that the japanese va for razor is also the va for tsukishima (haikyuu) and shigaraki (bnha)???? insane!!! it made me consider switch to japanese dub tbh.. which dub do you use?

maybe i’ll send you a little part and you can read or something shdkdhskdjdjf help 😳 it’s not edited or anything so it might take a while plus i’m super into writing bnha these days so.... but hey if You have any prompts you want to read maybe i’ll write a drabble for you. i don’t mind at all! <33333 ask for anything!!

(FIC-COLLAB!!:!/$:)!:&//&/!$:’sidnd HELP.... omg what kind of fic would we write....?)

exactly! i think when you realize that there’s nothing keeping you there anymore that brings you joy, that’s when you need to step back. social media is a bit fucked up that way imo. like you want to be there to be informed and to have fun but it takes so much.. hm. also you always tell me this but i wanna tell you to that YOU are the reason i enjoy social media these days so.. thank you <3

you relate to bakugou and lance? that’s super hot of you.. 🥵 my wifey is a self assured, super intense and talented person.. couldn’t ask for better tbh. i think out of them both i’m pretty much like todoroki.. we’re super similar in so many ways now that i think about it shsjdhdhdj.. how about we just stay c.r and m.a our dynamic is perfect as is LMAO

DOUBLE VENTI! I’D LOOOOVE THAT FOR US. bow users are difficult indeed but venti is one of the easier bow users it feels like... idk watching others game play he doesn’t have as much pushback as say amber for example. 12K PRIMOGEMS..... babe you’re getting your xiao!!!!!! how long have you been saving? also i seriously don’t mind if it comes down to it hakshddkhd i can be your genshin sugar mommy... ;) imagine a c6 venti though that seems insane. literal insanity.

SPEAKING OF SHIPPING.... THE POST YOU POSTED... THEY STOLE OUR IDEA AND IT LOOKS SO CUTE AND ITS CHONGYUN AND XINGYUN WHICH IS EVEN BETTER... THEY LOOK SOOOOO CUTE TOGETHER I’M OBSESSEDDDDD!!!! <3333 dude idk how but we are doing that co-op date somehow i’m super inspired i want that for us so badly... (also i need to say smth... my love language is when people say ‘i thought of you when i...’ and the fact that you said that just hsjdfhjdjdksk shit)

actually you’re right.. the only way we’d get a sequel is if they did something with the mfe fighters.. like kinkade james veronica nadia and ina. idk how attractive that would be tho...

i’m a lady, my dearest *dips* no but my pronouns are she/her!! sorry i didn’t mention it before i thought i made it clear shsjsjdkdj. ty for asking tho ♥️ super sweet!

AAA!!!!!!!!!! EEE!! i’m super super excited. if it’s like,, too public and you don’t just wanna post it i might think about exposing myself or smth... if that would make you more comfy. no matter what you do i’m just gonna be here buzzing, *hinata voice* one more one more one more.

oh!! i listen to everything but kpop sjdjdkdhdk i did have a semi-phase around like 2014-19 ish but dropped it pretty hard . now i have no clue what goes on there anymore i mostly enjoy rnb indie n rap/hip.. my gay ass was considering making a little playlist or smth for u but i want to make it with songs You’d like so i might pull up my old kpop faves hehe..

guess chilling is out of the question then, heh. hope you slept well!! i’m gonna try to wake up earlier so we’ll have a chance to send more messages during the weekend perhaps... mwah!!

YOURS, m.a. <3

happy weekend!!!! hope you can ease up a bit since there’s no school hehe

“feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather” FHSKFHKSDF yes!! but it honestly sucks when it gets any hotter bc we don’t have central cooling in our house so rip... and my laptop fan goes crazy ahaha. 30 degrees being unheard of.. can’t relate! fsdfjs. have you guys had to adjust to those changing temperatures? rip climate change tho :’(

<333 i do!! i usually walk to the local park and then the streets around that.. omg speaking of... do you play pokemon go? DHAFKHSDKFHSKDFHKSDH i got back into it again recently ahaha. it’s for a free bakudeku zine!! hehehe it’s out at the end of jan so 👀

i just checked and the event is open !!!!!!!!! good luck hehe !

yup lost riches!! and the event opens at 4am server time, so since i’m in asia i get it earlier hehe which colour seelie are you gonna go for tho omg i was debating it with my friend last night.. i’m gonna pick gold!!

baby bennett!! that’s true but i can’t risk getting a 5 star otherwise my pity will reset for xiao fhdskfhskjfhkjshkfj next time :(((( but albedo /is/ super pretty and i see a lot of people saying they like him... NO !!! xiao only >:( no omg i don’t think i’ve seen those clips ? is it mmd where they like dance to other songs and stuff ahah

yes i did!!!! and the VA for diluc is giorno from jjba and kuroko from knb!! omg wait and venti’s VA is hinata did you know that? fun fact i guessed it was him when i first heard his voice LOL that’s my secret talent 😩 and i use japanese dub!! i’ve considered using chinese too bc i can understand it but i just like the japanese voice actors tbh and also i can excuse it as “listening practice” AHAH

yes pls!! sending something bnha is fine too, or legit anything else lmao i’m open arms over here~~ 🤗👐 and ooft... it’s hard thinking of prompts that’s why i always ask others HSDKFJHSDKFHSD but i’ll let you know if i think of something!!!

(no clue!!!! but we could each write from a character’s POV so hopefully it’s more consistent 🤪🤪 idk i have no clue how fic collabs work AHAHA)

yeahhh one of my mutuals said “social media is a curse” and honestly hard agree.. we’re all kinda trapped in a way LMAO. and no pls don’t thank me.. you’re the one who found me first 😩💘 ily..

FSDHKJFS pls you’re making me blush come on 😳😳 but yes i love that for us... m.a. x c.r. the only valid ship 😩

woooo!!!! yeah you’re probably right, like given the fact he’s a 5 star his mechanics are probably different.. i know that diluc’s charged attack is different to the other claymore users so! IM GETTING MY XIAO!!!! and hm i’ve been saving since the middle of zhongli banner! so december 10 ish around then? dragonspine was a blessing tbh i reckon i got sooo many primogems from that. FGJKSHFKJSDHFKSDHSHKJFH my genshin sugar mummy 🥵🥵 c6 venti unstoppable..

AHAHAHA YEAH THEY LOOK /SO/ CUTE TOGETHER!!! i wonder how they got so many of the images tho like they must’ve been so in sync?!?!? ugh that could be us but no cross-server co-op be playin’.. (fhdskjfhdskjfhs um!! noted for future reference 🤪)

omg them.. i always forget about them LMAOOOOOOOOO ugh. actually i wouldn’t be mad if we got a prequel of like when keith was in the garrison... or even when shiro was with adam... ugh so much they could’ve given us and they chose not to

*waggles eyebrows* well hello there, m’lady ;) and it’s fine fhdskjf i had some inklings but didn’t wanna assume ya know? ahah :p

no!! it’s all g, i’ve thought about posting it before anyway. like, just releasing all of my WIPs and letting people do what they want with them HAAHA. (i could also just put the link under a read more and less people would see it, so it’s no biggie!) fkdshfkjs the hinata impression omg precious <33

FJHFDSKJ awks ahah which groups were you into tho! if it’s not like scarring for you to think back to LOL. and oooo i like indie too! i think.. or is it alt? honestly i don’t even know, tbh my music taste is pretty diverse and a mess, i can usually listen to a lot of things. except slow songs i don’t really like those hfdskj. and i don’t like rap too much either FHSDKJS whenever my friend gives me a rec i’m just like “oh i liked the singing parts in that” FDSKJF. a playlist tho huh 😳🥺

and pls!! if the weekend is your only chance to sleep in then do it.. for me 😩 i’ve been legit waking up at 12pm these past few days FKJHSKDF idek why like i’m sleeping 10 hours?? yikes. but as always i shall be waiting for your response <3 💌

#marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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jeong-uwu · 5 years ago

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Friends to Lovers ~ Huang Renjun

a/n: What even is a platonic friendship????? and also severely unedited

genre: bulletpoint-scenarios, teeth-rotting fluff, maybe a teeny bit suggestive, gender-neutral reader<3

warnings: none

Word count: 2,3k

an anchor

that’s what you would call renjun

an anchor that kept you grounded when life got to rough

he was your childhood friend

I know that renjun always is a childhood friend in fics, but he just fits that concept so well, okayy??

you’d known each other since you were wearing diapers

renjun was two years your senior

and when it came to you, he had often taken an older brother-role

he’d always make sure that you ate enough, got enough sleep, and as you got older he’d be more and more protective over you

he made sure that you had good friends that treated you right

and if anyone wanted to date you, they had to go through him first

although renjun was a quiet boy, he was rather popular among the girls

his prince-like looks and calm demeanor combined with his protectiveness when it came to the people he cared for made both boys and girls swoon

his friends were also really popular

they were seven boys including renjun

as a freshman, the university-life was a new experience to you

luckily, you were attending the same university as renjun, you even had similar majors (you were a pychology-major whilst he majored in sociology), meaning that you mostly had classes in the same part of the campus.

he was your saviour, litteraly

he showed up at your dorms every day to walk with you and make sure you didn’t miss your classes

he’d also always invite you to eat lunch with him and his friends, an invitation you usually accepted

it was lovely to have someone like renjun to watch out for you

but let’s be real

he could be a bit too overbearing

if someone he had a bad feeling about, which were practically everyone, tried to approach you, he’d be super clingy and keep them away from you

like the lengths he’d go to would suprise you

whenever someone were remotely interested he would practically glue himself to your side

which was why you were so suprised when you got a text from your friend telling that she had, with renjun’s blessing, set you up on a blind date

you looked over at said boy who was seated beside you

nudging his shoulder, you gave him a pointed look

“are you sure about this?”

his shoulders slumped and he let out a huff

you knew he understood what you were talking about

“I know that I’ve been somewhat overprotective. And, I know that you’re old enough to date, even if I don’t like it”

He sighed dramatically

“I have realized that it is time to let my child go”

you snorted at his antics, making him pout before turning back to his food

leaning onto his shoulder, you wrapped an arm around his waist

he tensed under your touch, but you just brushed it off

“thak you injunnie, it really means a lot to me”

he just huffed in response, paying more attention to Chenle and Jisung who was in the process of seeing just how many plastic-straws they could fit up Donghyuck’s nose, than your conversation

the day of your blind-date was quickly approaching, and unfortunately, so was your anxiety

your friend would constantly assure you that it was going to go amazing, and that you shouldn’t worry too much

but heheh

you did worry

big time

even though you were too embarassed to say it out loud, this was your first date ever

and that made this whole thing even more nerve-wracking

the day of the date you had your friend come over and you spent several hours just picking out clothes and making sure that you were looking your best

when you were finally pleased with your appearance she walked you to the door

the whole way from the bathroom she tried to calm your raging nerves, assuring you that the person you were meeting was lovely, and that you’d love them

and then, off you went

walking to a nearby italian restaurant, where you were supposed to meet

whoooooo

boi were you ready to puke from nervousness

arriving at the restaurant you decided to wait outside

it was in the middle of August, so the weather was still pretty warm, and you’d rather not enter the restaurant alone

you looked at your watch

[ 6.57 P.M ]

it was still three minutes until you were to meet your mysterious date

and you could hardly stand still, thousands of images of how they might look floating through your mind.

[ 7.12 P.M ]

you were starting to become a bit anxious

brushing it off you told yourself that they were just running a it late, and that they’d be there soon

you pulled your jacket closer

carefully scanning the people passing by you

hoping to find someone moving in your direction

[ 7.34 P.M ]

By now it was obvious that your date wasn’t coming

and you were on the verge of tears

you quickly started making your way back to the dorms

praying to god that no one had seen you standing alone outside the restaurant for thirty minutes

ths was just your luck

imagine being stood up on your first date

what a catastrophy

you couldn’t help all the thoughts flooding your mind

maybe you weren’t pretty enough, maybe your height was wrong or maybe it was your personality?

but then again

how would they know that?

they didn’t even bother to show up

as soon as you got to your room your eyes finally started to water, breaking through the invisible barrier you had set up

with tears flowing freely, you flopped onto your bed

you immediatedly knew who to call

renjun

he picked up almost instantly, his smiling face filled the small screen

“hey! are you back already? wait... y/n, wha- why are you crying, what happened?!”

that only made more tears enter your vision as violent sobs wrecked through your body

“he... I- I got stood u-up”

renjun’s expression turned hard at your words

“that little-”

his words got cut off by another one of your sobs, and he turned his attention back to you

“hey, y/n, I know you, and i know for a fact that you’re blaming yourself right now”

All he wanted to do was to come over and hold you and tell you how amazing you are and make sure that you know that it wasn’t your fault that you’r date didn’t show up

“don’t you dare think that this is your fault in any way. It is Not.”

you looked up from your pillow at his voice

although his words were soft, you could sense an undertone of anger

“p-please don’t... don’t be ma-ad at me, please”

renjun’s expression softened

“hey, look at me. I’m not mad at you, okay?”

he took a shaky breath

“Never you”

you smiled sadly at him

“thank you, I- I don’t know what... what I would do without y-you”

silence

“hey, y/n..”

“hm?”

“don’t cry, please”

he hesitated

“also, I, uh, I think I might be in love with you”

your eyes widened at his words

so did his, when he realized what he had said

“renjun, I’m-”

“oh god, I’m so sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean to say that, I- I think I have to go now”

the phone-call ended with you feeling more troubled than you were in the beginning

you fell asleep almost instantly, exhausted by the days’ events

meanwhile rejun was absolutely FREAKING OUT

immediately he was like

Oh No

he had known you since you were born, and he definetly felt that he stepped out of line by telling you how he felt

he knew he’d proabably say it sometime, but he was not prepared to let you know now

his timing was also especially bad, considering your situation

he was beating himself up about the situation

big time

a little part of him couldn’t help but feel relieved though

he had finally said it

even though he hadn’t given you any time to actually respond

and that he knew that the chances of you reciprocating his feelings were slim

he was happy

he wasn’t sure when he first had realized that you meant so much to him

but, he had known it for a while

just passively sitting on the sideline and watching others flirt with you throughout all of high-school had almost droven him insane

but he knew that you saw him as an older-brother figure, and therefore he didn’t make any moves

at least not until now

the next morning, opening the door to your room, you felt a pang in your heart

of course renjun wasn’t there

poor baby was too embarassed to talk to you

it didn’t come as a shock after yesterday’s events, but it still kinda stung

walking to your first class you were determined to hunt him down at some point

you needed him to help clear up your mind

but boi, did you underestimate him

he’d even skipped a class because you were waiting outside the lecture-hall

like he tried his absolute best to avoid you

every time you’d gotten eye-contact with him, he’d turn bright red and scurry off in the opposite direction

throughout the day it became evident that he had told jeno about your situation

he’d send you knowing looks whenever renjun changed directions just to not run into you in the hallway

during the lunch you went over to the usual tabe where you’d sit with the rest of the boys

it didn’t come as a suprise that renjun mumbled some lame excuse about going to the toilet when sat down in your usual spot beside him

much to the others suprise

jeno finally pulled you aside

“hey, y/n, renjun has only told me a little bit of what happened between you, but I really thin that you should talk to him”

you let out a defeated sigh

“I know, I’ve been trying to get a hold of him all day, but he just keeps avoiding me”

your shoulders slumped and you fumbled with the sleeve of your jacket

“I’ve seen that, I’ll try talk to him though, maybe I can get him to realize that he’s being stupid”

you smiled, although it didn’t quite reach your eyes

“thanks man, you’re an angel”

he threw you a wink before turning back to the table

just in time to see jaemin choke on his coffee that hyuck had destroyed with salt

it wasn’t until your last period that you managed to hunt renjun down

due to a headache, your criminology-professor had decided to let your class go early

running toward his’s social movements-class

you made it just in time to see him walk out of the lecture-hall

you knew he hadn’t seen you yet, as he was standing still, peacefully talking to jeno

so you took your chace

renjun’s eyes widened as he felt your familiar grip on his wrist

“Hey, jeno, I hope you don’t mind me borrowing renjun for a moment”

as you dragged him away, jeno’s laugh ecchoed behind you

you could feel that renjun had given up

he just silently followed you to the school’s roof

looking like a puppy that was about to get scolded

when you got to your destination your whipped around to face said puppy

his gaze was uncertain as he looked up to meet your eyes

“what do you think you’re doing???”

your question obviously caught him off guard as he started fumbling with the hem of his shirt

instead of looking at you he’s just spewing out apologies

and you’re just there like.. boi??

stepping closer, your hands find their way to his cheeks, softly cupping them

the movement startled him, and he looked at you with big eyes, moving between your mouth and your own eyes

he couldn’t even remember the last time you were this close to him

you slowly brought your face closer to his

pressing a feather-light kiss on his lips

OMG OMG OMG

and renjun’s mind just completely shuts down

the feeling of your body pressed to him, your lips on his

renjun thinks he might burst with happiness

when you pull back he’s amost unable to talk like

“what?? just?? happened????”

and you can’t hide the blush dusting your cheeks

“I... uh.. Ikindalikeyoutoo”

the words are rushed, as you just want to get it out as fast as possible

and judging by the shit-eating grin that was forming on renjun’s face, you know that he heard exactly what you said

but this lil’ rascal just goes

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, could you repeat it?”

by now your face was the attractive colour of a fire-engine and you tried to hide it in your hands

renjun smiled fondly at your embarassed form, feeling as if he was flying

pulling your hands away from your face, he dipped his head down to make eye-contact with you

you looked up to see him pouting at you

“you don’t get to hide your beautiful face now that I can finally admire it without having worry about being caught”

you almost choked on your salvia at the statement, and he smirked

omg, he smirked - is that allowed???

he let his hands travel from your hands to your waist, trapping you in his embrace

your hands instinctively moved to his neck, tugging softly at his hair

the feeling of your hands against his neck making him shiver, mind going into a frenzy over the closeness of your bodies

he hummed softly

obviously enjoying th feeling of your hands playing with his hair

after a while of just enjoying the moment, adoring your face and reveling in the feeling of finally being able to embrace you

he eyed your lips as he whispered

“I don’t think you know how long I’ve waited to do this”

and he kissed you again

#huang renjun #renjun #nct dream #nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct college au #nct au #nct #nct renjun #fluff #fanfic #kpop fanfic #nct fanfic #bullet points #neowritingsnet #neowritingsnetwork

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dolphin-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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good evening caro mio, it's very lovely to see you~!! 💞🌹💫 oh my, i was gone for a little bit wasn't i? i apologize if i made any of you worry/wasn't there to help brighten your days like you say i do!! i was taking a little bit of a mental health break, and i feel a lot better now!!! i'm so happy to be back here, i missed you all so much!! (especially you morgy! ❤) (1/???)

"i hope your first day of school went alright,, i know how much it sucks, but i'm here alongside you to get through it all!! hopefully this school year can be at least a teensy bit easier on everyone,, but we do have to take it one day at a time, or as i say, baby steps 🌠 i should probably address this now so i can get the serious bits out of the way, but i assure you all that i'm alright!! that incident was just unfortunate, and my family made me take a rest from working because of it,, (2/?)

plus, that kind of situation is common for me unfortunately, so i'm used to sudden panics like that,, but i feel quite better now!! and i'm happier more than ever to be back again 💖💖💖 (3/?)

i do truly thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all of your patience, kind words, and support!! i'm honestly extremely surprised at how sweet everyone was about this,, it's such a nice change from daily life,, i have no idea how to put my utter gratefulness into words, but please know that i love you all so so so much!! i wouldn't trade any of you for the world, you matter so much to me 💌 (4/?)

it seems that so much has happened while i was gone,, all of these picrews (which i absolutely adore!) and quinn getting into my account?? ahhhhh oh gosh,, that's a lot!! i'm gonna have to scold her! i can't believe she would submit such candid pics of me and other stuff,, quite embarrassing! but i wasn't expecting such a positive response to me and my one cat,,, who knew that all you anons find me sleeping cute??? it's confusing to me, but i find it quite funny hehe 😖❤ (5/?)

luckily i was able to be a little more productive lately, even if i have been exausted!! i've been cooking, cleaning, modeling, sewing, dancing, and editing videos for people,, so much work! i do think it's worth it though, it helps distract me from the bad things in life, and other people end up happy,, i'd consider it a win-win for me!!! my dad also taught me how to fix up an angelo azzuro,, which is a cocktail i didn't learn yet! (6/?)

it took two days of hard work and practice, but according to him, i "nailed it right on the head" my papa is always my go-to for mixology, he taught me most of what i know, and he's always the first person to try my drinks! apparently it's a very interesting concept to my other friends, since they have so limited access to spirits,, it does make sense though! (7/?)

we italians just don't care about drinking ages hehehe, as long as we're responsible and cautious with age, it adds to our lifespan ;) during that short break, i suppose my narcolepsy flared up a lot since i was falling asleep left and right! it was awful having to constantly wake up with either a migraine, extra tiredness, or even a bruise or two,, thankfully though i had my family to watch over me,, at least i was finally able to make up for lost sleep hehe 💫 (8/?)

i also got to play a lot of minecraft hehe,, my friend and i actually spent a full day doing a speedrun world, and we killed the ender dragon and wither within only 2 1/2 hours!! it was crazy,, i guess me and him just make a dynamic duo (but i dare to say,, not quite as dynamic as you and me 😉) speaking of minecraft, over the weekend i decided that i'm going to start streaming on twitch soon as a hobby!! i'm very excited for this, it's something i've wanted to do for a very long time now (9/?)

all of my friends and my siblings are very supportive of it, which i'm super glad about!! i've always found little bits of joy in my favorite streamers, so why not give back to that community? an artist friend of mine even drew me a pfp as a gift, it's so cute! all i have to do is figure out a balance between school, personal life, and streaming, then i'll be set,, i'm always happy to get a new hobby 😊✨ (10/?)

oh my, it's almost 23:45 now!! sadly, unlike today, tomorrow is full of classes and work,, so i should probably get going to bed! i'll hopefully see you tomorrow then, darling! goodnight, and as always, sweet dreams,, make sure to rest extra when you can 💗- much much love and extra hugs, waifu anon xoxo 💗❤💖💞💓💕💘💌 ps: you say that you'd come all the way to america just to say such kind things to me?? it looks like i'll just have to return the favor then darling 💘 (11/11)"

This do b kinda late ngl since im assuming i literally leave for school just as u send those in💀💀💀 things r kinda hard w school here but today was actually one of the few decent days i had in what y e a r s??? Me n my friends went out after classes and spent the entire afternoon sipping boba tea (it was my first time having it since boba places r rare here and we had to travel in the opposite part of the city and holy shit my third eye opened bruh i A S C E N D E D) and talking abt anime and simping and basically clowned eachother constantly jahahhdkf

B u t enough of that bc i see u had some nice days goin on as well😳😳 as i said many times before i'd kill a man to taste the cocktails that u do and one day we finna do that on g o d 😩✌️ and STREAMING? DROP THE LINK WILL YA DARLIN ME N THE CLOWN ARMY WILL BE THERE IN A H E A R T B E A T HDJDJSJ honestly streamer waifu is such a nice concept....i myself dream of streaming but sadly i dont have the time, space, money and overall neccesary equipments for it which is lowkey depressing ngl💀

Either way im glad to hear u been balancing things out and taking breaks dear, i myself am t r y i n g to make time for other stuff too since i really wanna write and watch anime (u know what series i just finished and had a 🅱️REAKDOWN 🅱️ REAKDOWN over one hour ago🤡🔪) but the schedule do b wacky ngl....

And as always i say: of c o r p s e everyone had positive reactions?? W h y w o u l d n t t h e y-

#JESUS HAS A R R I V E D #also wow dear...bein a smooth criminal again i s e e👁️#the confessional

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nad-zeta · 5 years ago

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Match up ^o^

May I request a Match up, please?

I’m at the part when I have to choose a route and I honestly don’t know/care. So I decided why not let some lovely internet stranger choose for me? Who do you think I would pair the best with?

I also noticed how much effort and detail you put into these so I decided that it was only fair to try to put in just as much effort in requesting. Or maybe I am just extremely vain so blabbering on this much about myself comes naturally (I also wouldn’t be too suprised if this were the case lol). Either way, I apologise for this getting so long. And without further ado, let’s learn about yours truly. Uh, yay?

I will start with my physical appearance because that’s easiest.

First of all, I am rather tall for a woman. Pair that with the fact that I constantly wear boots with 8 centimetre or greater heels and I almost always cap out somewhere above 182 centimetres (that’s 6 feet in American). So yes. I’m not exactly the approachable type, on the account of my height and near constant resting bitch face. I always look pissed off at something (and to be fair, I usually am).

I am a brunette with boring brown eyes. Nothing of note there.

I prefer to walk on my toes, for whatever reason. I also have great posture when I walk and these two factors always make it seem like I am floating. I’ve been told that I always seem very confident and self-assured. Which is complete bullshit because 90% of the time, I am winging it.

I am a dancer (of sorts. More on that later), so I am rather slim and toned. This is literally the only aspect of my physicality that I am actually confident in. The rest of me can burn in hell for all I care.

I am also very touch adverse. I hate the feeling of skin touching my skin it grosses me touch. However. There are a select few people in this world that I accept and enjoy hugs and cuddles from (and who I could snuggle with for hours). If I let anyone cuddle me that means I trust said person unconditionally and feel extremely comfortable around them. It’s essentially the ultimate statement of trust.

Onto personality.

If you can’t already tell, I have about as much dignity as a wet cat. I while I certainly do have an ego, it can be kind of difficult to bruise. Publically, I am absolutely shameless and don’t give two shits about what others think.

I have a tongue of steel and can rapid fire the most atrocious insults and comebacks when provoked. I’m known for my venomous sarcasm and biting wit among my own circles. I have a line for nearly every single situation so one-liners have become my thing. Which works out for me because I am a huge flirt.

I’ll flirt with pretty much anyone regardless of gender, I don’t give a crap. To clarify, it’s not because I am an attention whore (okay, yes. I am a complete attention whore), it’s because I am a theatre kid so excessive eye contact and sexual jokes are kinda where I thrive. I am also not afraid to get questionably lascivious with my flirting if someone tries to out-pace me. I never blush, I never falter, and I never let anyone know that they got the better of me. It shows weakness.

Despite my salacious façade, I am not inherently a sexual person. As a matter of fact, I am quite the opposite. I don’t experience sexual attraction (kudos to my asexual humans. I see you). This has rendered me practically immune to all charm, crushes, and sex appeal. It makes my life a lot easier, in my opinion. I don’t get too attached. I also enjoy messing around with the egos of fuck boys.

As mentioned earlier, I am an attention whore. I love showing off because I crave validation (this could point to some deep seated insecurities about myself that I refuse to acknowledge…. Ahem). Being on stage as where I thrive. And yes, I am a dancer, as I stated earlier. But I am not your conventional prissy ballerina. I am a circus performer. More specifically, I’m an aerialist. I have covered trapeze, contortion (I am unnaturally flexible), lyra, and silks. It’s a lot of fun almost dying every day and finding bruises in the most questionable places (if you cant already tell, I am an adrenaline junkie. I took karate for the first dozen or so years of my life and have recently been searching for more weapons combat classes because apparently I don’t have enough bruises already).

I am not easily impressed. And I don’t give out compliments very often. And that includes myself. I can be unnecessarily hard on myself at times… most of the time. But then again, who isn’t?

As for the side of me that isn’t stark-raving mad, I am usually a pretty objective person. While I have no qualms with discussing emotions (both mine and friend’s. I am a great listener and actually give pretty good advice when it comes to dealing with intense emotions). I tend to avoid letting them interfere with my logic. I look down on those who allow their emotions to dictate their actions. It makes them needlessly reckless.

I am typically a pretty chill person. When I am among people I am unfamiliar with, I tend to stay quiet and try not to rock the boat too much (again, I won’t hesitate to unleash a severe tongue lashing upon any poor soul who happens to rub me the wrong way… Or just happens to exist. I don’t take shit from other people and I hate it when others try to control me. (I don’t play rough, I play smart).

I really enjoy reading, writing, or drawing quietly. I can’t stand loud and excessive noises or people (parties, screaming, concerts). I am a true extroverted introvert. I love being the center of attention and chatting, but I need my alone time. People are exhausting to deal with.

Because of my aversion to loud sounds, I tend to avoid typical dance parties like the plague. While I am very good with mingling and partying in general, I can only keep it up in short bursts before I have to retreat somewhere quiet. This is also the reason I greatly prefer the nighttime (if I had a choice I would sleep all day and only frolick around at night. I just love the dark. It’s comforting in a weird way). I also love the night because that’s when I get to sleep and just peace out on life. It’s kinda like non-committal dying.

I am near constantly on hyper-alert so I am not easily startled. When I do get startled, I have a tendency to squeak, yelp or growl. These noses are purely reactionary sounds but for whatever reason, my friends think that they are absolutely adorable and will go to great lengths to startle me just to hear me make them.

To counteract my friend’s malevolence, I have learnt to be super observant, especially when I feel threatened. Usually, I am caught up on my own world and thoughts. I have an imagination so powerful that I can trick my brain into feeling false sensations such as an extra limb or falling. I much prefer to spend my time in my head rather than our boring reality. But if I feel threatened, or think that another attack is imminent, I instantly become hyper aware. These moments of lucidity enable me to make certain observations others would otherwise be overlooked (for example. I was able to tell when my professor lost her wedding ring due to the discoloration around her ring finger and the habitual and near-constant worrying she did at it. I offered to help her look after class ^.^. I admittedly felt kinda smug when I saw her surprise.) Ironically enough, I like to refer to this mode of thinking as “Sherlocking”. I can be quite the detective when I really try. 9 out of 10 times my friends will come to me when they suspect infidelity, I am pretty good at digging up dirt.

However, I have to make the conscious decision to do this, usually when I am trying to figure someone out or manipulate them into liking me. So this isn’t constant and usually I go about my day like everyone else, blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

Uhh, there is probably more I could cover but this is getting very long as-is and you are probably forcing yourself to get through my seemingly eternal ramblings. So I am going to stop here and go grab myself some food.

Best of luck to you,

-November

Hi there love!<3 you sound like such a cool interesting person! ^_^ Hehehe I probs took so long with this match up that you already chose a new route lol! Anyways thanx for waiting soooooo long for this and I hope ya enjoy it love ^0^ ^_^

I match you with……………………… Masamune

Honestly, it was between Masamune and Mitsuhide for me lol but i eventually decided to go with Masamune

The first time Masamune sees you, his eyes go wide in awe, like wow you are one tall fine lady! He has legit never met anyone so tall. After you were named as chatelaine, you stayed behind with some of the warlords to chat and get to know them better, you are after all going to be seeing their faces every day for the next 3 months.

Right of the bat, Masamune is howling in laughter at the fact that you are way taller than Ieyasu. You, Masamune and Mitsuhide basically tease the poor porcupine for a solid 20 minutes. “My my I never expected such a scary-looking little mouse to be so bubbly and friendly.”

Oooh, this boy just stared a war of wits. Today day was a good day cause your tongue of steel was rapidly firing witty words and sarcastic remarks at the resident kitsune. He almost couldn’t keep up, almost. Masamune was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold, you truly were going to be a lot of fun! Masamune decided to test out that tongue of steel of your and started firing some flirty pick-up line, while unbeknown to him you are the queen of one-liners, and have no shame when it comes lascivious flirting. Masamune, of course, never backs down from a challenge, and he was determined to make you blush. The conversation got so heated that it made even Hideyoshi blush on your behalf. You simply laughed and fired another one of your pick-up lines.

After the little chat in the hallway and a massive speech from mama bear for talking about things that were not PG13, cause of the kids *cough* Mitsunari *cough*, you and Masamune become quick friends. He had never met a woman before that was immune to his boyish wild charm, and handsome sexual appeal. Masamune was definitely popular with the woman, not as popular as Hideyoshi, but he was definitely a fuckboi. As surprised as he was, that his normal antics didn't work on you, his ego wasn’t dented one bit, it just made him more determined to get to know you.

Masamune definitely finds your flirtatious nature attractive, especially when you managed to score the two of you free sweet bun just by flirting with the shop owner, he was, even more, shook when the shop owner was a woman, your flirtation truly knows no bounds. The two of you would spend loads of time together, just going out for tea and sweets while getting to know each other. TBH although Masamune would never admit it, he found it refreshing that you weren't just his friend simply cause he was hot or cause you wanted to climb in stations but because you actually liked him as a person. You and Masamune definitely made an unstoppable team when it came to banquets. The two of you would team up and start teasing everyone there. When you two cuties are together its always a good time with loads of laughter and banter

Masamune discovered that you like him, was an adrenaline junkie. He loved that he finally had someone around that would do stupid shit with him just for the thrill of it. The two of you would go out on adventures 24/7 jumping down waterfalls and hiking up cliffs. The two of you goofball would also dare each other to do the craziest shit. Like one-time Masamune dared you to jump off the castle’s roof onto your balcony, and you freaken did it, no questions asked. Or like the one time you dared him to put his head in Shogetsu mouth, mind you the little cub was now grown into a full-blown tiger

One day you and Masa went to go watch one of Mitsuhide’s undercover performances. The three of you were investigating a shady daimyo in one of the nearby provinces. The three of you disguised yourselves as performers and joined a circus troop as their new dancers. You were so excited, the stage is where you truly come alive. You had promised Masa to show him something that would shock/surprise him after he gave you the grand tour of Azuchi. Today was the day, you had kept your dance and performances a secret from the two men, and now it was finally time to show them what you can do. You had 3 different performances planned. The first one was contortion. To say Masamune was shook would be an understatement he never knew anyone could be so freaken flexible, like wow. Your next performance was aerial dancing, his blue eye gleamed in delight, watching you move through the air so gracefully. If he wasn’t sure before he was sure now, this boy loved ya. But what really took his breath away was when you trapezed through the air, he was absolutely mesmerized at the way you flew through the air doing back-flips and other cool ass tricks. Masamune loved the look of pure joy on your face as you performed and after the show, you explained to him that you were a theatre kid back in the past. Mitsuhide definitely took note of your skills, and since that day you now accompanied him on most missions that required him to disguise himself as a performer.

Masamune loved everything about you at this point. Your overdramatic introvert/extrovert personality. The way you walked. Gosh, he loved the way you walked, it looked like you were an angel floating around wherever you went. He loved your banter and one-liner for every situation. And most of all he loved your hyper-alert side. Boy did he love to come up behind you to scare the crap outta you just so he could hear you squeak, yelp or growl. Like he lived for those adorably cute noises. And you somewhere along the line had fallen in love with the big idiot. He was always coming up with new fun adventures to go on or new fun things to do. He was one of those few people that could actually keep up with your banter

What was he most impressed with you may ask, well you Sherlocking skills of course. One day there were rumours of some super shady daimyos visiting Azuchi. Word on the street was that they were planning on stealing Mitsunari report to make the poor angel look bad. Mitsuhide was away sorting out some other plots and schemes, so it was now up to you to use your skills, to save the angel. You used your detective skill to gather evidence, and since your inner circle knew you were from the future, you were planning on catching them in the act and filming them for evidence. Masamune was always up for an adventure, so he acted as you own personal Watson. The two of you hid while watching the whole scene unfold, once they left the room the two of you came out. “What do you think they are going to do with the report lass,” he asked while his blue eye gleamed in delight. “Hmmmmm, I believe they are going to burn the evidence in the forest” you replied in your best British accent. Masamune couldn’t help but laugh. The two of you made your way to a secluded part of the forest and spotted them making a fire. Masamune looked at you curiously “How did you know they were going to be in this exact spot.” “Elementary, my dear Masamune.” He couldn’t help but burst out in laughter you really were a super fun kitten. Unfortunately for the two of you, they heard you guys laughing behind the trees and before you knew it, the two of you were surrounded. One of the men had a sword right at your throat ready to cut you open, that is when you shocked them by not backing down from the fight, you hit the sword away with one of your own gifted to you by your dearest one-eyed dragon. “ Point that sword at me one more time and i’ll slash your Achilles’ tendons, and TBH given the medicine situation of this time, no one would know how to fix your injury, so I hope you like hobbling around on one leg for the rest of your life cause that is what will happen.” These men were shook; meanwhile, Masa was next to you howling in laughter, “She’s not joking boys, this lass delivers on her threats.” You had never seen grown men run away from a fight so fast. You and Masamune picked up Mitsunari’s report that had fallen on the ground during the commotion and walked back hand in hand

You didn’t really like skin touching skin, but TBH you definitely like the warm feeling of Masamune’s hand warmed around yours. The two of you had come to fall in love with each other, and it wasn’t long before you two cuties entered into a relationship. Despite both of you being adrenaline junkies, both of you also loved your quiet times. Often you would sit together in his manor each doing your own thing. You would read and write, and Masamune would sit at his desk pretending to work (Cause admin is so freaken boring).

The two of you would have the best time together during banquets you loved being the centre of attention and would chat with everyone, but as the night would progress you would start feeling a bit drained and that’s when the one-eyed dragon would swoop in, pick you up and takes you to a quiet corner where the two of you cuddle and snuggle together.

He would spoil you rotten with the most amazing food, he would basically, cook anything your heart desires just to see that beautiful smile on your face. His heart would always burst with affection whenever he cuddles and kiss you, he knew that the fact that you allowed him to cuddle you was the ultimate statement of trust between the two of you.

Often the two of you cuties can be found causing mischief and giving Mamayoshi more grey hairs or cuddled together sharing stories of your day

Other potential matches............... Mitsuhide

Hope u enjoyed it dear @november-solarstorms

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