#tyr x reader

[celestialhole]

Tyr angst because Im evil

"Odin please if you wish to imprison me for eternity then do it if you must, BUT PLEASE KEEP THEM OUT OF THIS FOR GOODNESS SAKE"! Tyr laid on his side exhausted and beaten he struggled against the chains wrapped around his entire body.

Tyr cried out for Odin to release you from your chains. You quietly sobbed as blood dripped from your nose, you coughed up blood every few minutes the chains tightened, your legs were too bruised for you to stand on, and the chains wrapped around your arms and torso so tightly it felt as if they were gonna tear through you.

"No no no no no you see son if I imprison you and keep them alive it would only be so long before you'd come knocking at my door again, and although I could just keep you both locked up"

Odin trailed his knife along your throat. "I'd much rather prefer seeing you suffer alone", he slowly started cutting your throat the blood you had been coughing up immediately spilled out the open wound slowly emerging.

"NO, NO ODIN STOP STOP THIS NOW PLEASE I BEG OF YOU"! Tyr begged Odin to stop, he pleaded so many times for your freedom but Odin only stared at Tyr as he slowly kept cutting through the soft skin on your throat. It wasn't until Tyr started crying in agony once Odin had finished with his torment. He threw your head onto the ground, your blood embroidered into the snow. Tyr stared at your lifeless body and silently whimpered. "No...no, my love, my sweet sweet beloved..." His tears flew freely down the bridge of his nose onto the ground. Your blood dripped onto the ground just as his tears did.

[yell0ws0ul]

GUYS WHY ARE THERE BARELY ANY KRATOS, BALDUR AND TYR FICS HUH?!??! WHERE ARE THEY?!?! SIT DOWN AND WRITE YA'LL😡

[hereforreadandwrite]

A Strange book

Masterlist

This story takes place between chapter one and two of my fanfiction.

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summary: While tidying up in your basement, you discovered a strange book belonging to Tyr

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You sighed as you saw all the items Tyr had stored in the basement. He had received so many gifts that the basement was bursting at the seams. How he had managed to store all that without the shelves collapsing was a real mystery. One day, you had had enough and decided to do a big clean-up. You had taken out almost all the gifts: weapons, decorations, strange objects and books. You knew that most of his treasures and gifts were safe in his temple, but your house would soon resemble this temple if you let him. You sighed, putting the books away in a wooden box. You didn't want to damage his precious items. Out of curiosity, you had leafed through some of his books while placing them in the box. Unfortunately, the books were all in unknown languages.

Even in other lands, Tyr was loved.

You couldn't help but smile at this thought. Your husband was truly an extraordinary God. It was no wonder everyone liked him and gave him gifts.

You were taken out of your thoughts when a book fell off the shelf. You put down the book you had in your hand, picking up the one that had fallen to the ground. Curious. You had never seen this book before. Tyr had told you about his many gifts, and he had shown you most of them. But hey, he had received so many things that it wouldn't be surprising if he had forgotten what he had received. You opened the book, starting to leaf through it. The writing was really strange.

"What is this writing?" you mumbled as you turned the page.

You knew Tyr.

Tyr was a smart man, a great strategist, he was a man who stood his ground. But now… everything you had about your husband had just been shattered.

"(Y/N)? Are you in the basement? Why did you take out all his things?" Tyr asked from the top of the stairs.

You jumped when you heard Tyr's voice, a small surprised cry escaping your lips. You quickly closed the book hiding it with the others in the box.

"I… I'm tidying up!" you cried as you hurried to stuff the other books into the box. "There… There's too much clutter! So I'm tidying up!"

"I see. Do you need help?"

"No! Absolutely not! I… I mean. I'm almost done moving everything. I just have to clean and put everything away, I… I'll be fine," you said before laughing nervously. "T-Take care of the house, I… I'll handle it downstairs."

"Okay. Call me if you need help," Tyr said before going back to his business.

You sighed in relief. You had to be yourself. Tyr was your husband, you did this kind of thing frequently. So why did knowing that he had this kind of book put you in such a state?

You couldn't help but ask if he had read it?

Had he practiced these things with someone during his travels?

You quickly shook your head, chasing his thoughts from your mind. You shouldn't worry about a book that talked about this. Besides, Tyr had never been so…

You swallowed, feeling your cheeks heat up just thinking about it. You forced yourself to focus on cleaning the basement and putting things away, avoiding looking at Tyr at all costs. He noticed your behavior. You avoided looking at him and hurried up and down the basement.

Maybe you were having a bad day.

By evening, you had finished tidying up the basement. Everything had a place now, but there was still one problem.

You didn't know where to put that book. If Tyr saw that you had put it away with the others, he would have understood that you had seen it. If you didn't… he would have understood that you had seen it. You were a complete loser. You didn't know what you could do. Where could you put it without Tyr suspecting anything? You were stuck with that damn book.

"Damn Tyr. This is all your fault! Why do you have such a book?! Why did you accept such a book?!!" you thought in a panic.

"(Y/N)?"

You jumped, quickly hiding the book under your top.

"Y-yes?!"

"I'll make dinner. How about some deer meat?" Tyr asked from the top of the stairs.

"Yes, deer meat. It's perfect," you replied.

You sighed, relieved. Before hiding the book behind the other books before going back upstairs.

During the evening, you had managed to keep your calm and be normal with Tyr. But now that night had come and you were both lying in bed, you couldn't get that thought out of your head. Tyr was sleeping deeply, without knowing that you were still awake, unable to close your eyes. You waited a moment, to be sure that Tyr was indeed fast asleep, before slipping out of bed to go back down to the basement to get that damn book. There had to be a place where you could hide it to forget its existence.

The garden? No, Tyr would find it quickly.

Under the floor? No, bad hiding place too.

Throw it in the river? No, there's a risk that Tyr will fish it out.

Throw it in the fire? No, some pages may not burn properly.

Hide it in his temple? Impossible.

You bit your lip, unable to find a solution to this problem and it was starting to upset you.

There was only one thing left for you to do.

You gripped the books tightly before heading upstairs. You moved closer to the bed, shaking Tyr slightly. The God of War woke up, and was surprised to see you standing and on the verge of tears.

"What's going on?" he asked, sitting up quickly, alarmed by your sudden tears. "Did you have a nightmare?"

You shook your head slightly.

"I… I don't know… what to do with it and… where to put it…"

"Put what away?" he asked puzzled.

You swallowed, handing the famous book to Tyr. He took the book, puzzled, before flipping through it. Realization hit him as he saw what the book was about and why you were so upset. Tyr sighed, closing the book. He understood better why you were so distant and on your guard today.

"I received this book during my trip to China. The Lords of this kingdom have several wives. Concubines. Well… they are mainly chosen to satisfy the physical needs of their Lord. And one of them… well… gave me this book on certain pleasure techniques," Tyr explained. "For me, it's just one gift among others that I was given."

"You… did you…" you said without knowing how to finish your sentence, still as upset.

"No. That kind of thing didn't interest me. I was more busy traveling than thinking about that. I assure you," Tyr reassured you, smiling at you. "(Y/N), my love. For me, it's just another book among many others that I have in my possession. Excuse me for not telling you about this book. I forgot that I had put it away in the basement."

"Mmm…"

Tyr couldn't help but smile when he saw you also scowling despite his explanations. Your cheeks were swollen and slightly pink, your eyes still shining because of the tears. He found it adorable. Tyr gently took your wrist, pulling you towards him so that you sat on the edge of the bed. He put his arm around your waist, placing a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

"I'm sorry, my love. I didn't want you to be so upset by this book. I'm going to get rid of it if that can reassure you," Tyr said before pressing another kiss on your shoulder.

"Would you really do it…? Would you get rid of one of your gifts…?" you asked shyly, playing with your fingers nervously.

"If it makes you so uncomfortable and keeps you awake, yes, I would. And anyway, this kind of work won't disappear after several centuries, I think," he said jokingly.

"Not funny…," you said, nudging him lightly.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, laughing a little. "Now that that's settled, how about we go back to sleep?"

"Mmm… yes," you mumbled.

Tyr laughed lightly before pulling back to allow you to lie down next to him. He pulled the fur up to your shoulders. His arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you against him so that you could finally rest together. You sighed, closing your eyes to fall asleep when a realization hit you.

"Tyr."

"Yes, love?"

"I just realized… I came across a certain image of a position. Position we did not long ago," you said, staring into space. "Are you sure you forgot that book was in the basement?"

There was a moment of silence between you before Tyr, peeled himself away from you, straightening up to pick up the book.

"I'll get rid of it."

"I KNEW IT!"

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Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖

Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons

warnings; NSFW

Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving.  Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.

Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him.  If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help. 

Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.

The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means.  Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.

Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.

Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together.  Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.

There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.

Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.  

After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.

Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect.  More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.

“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together.  And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.

Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.

One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must.  Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.

“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair.  A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.

And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.

On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him.  Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.

“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.

Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust.  Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.

Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over. 

Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess.  Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.

These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go.  “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.

cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.

Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied.  Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses.  Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.

Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well.  Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.

These two are honesty just goals in my eyes.  Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…

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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.

If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3

[peiskos-and-apricity]

I'm currently working on a little Týr thing to get out my intense desire to ruin the pacing of my Sindri story. Enjoy the snack, I'll post the whole thing in a day or two when I finish editing.

(I finished it. You can check it out here)

[arvolna]

So my friend and I were thinking about a headcanon where GOWR characters saw that I draw "anatomically focused" drawings of them. How would they react?

Kratos--would probably be used to people making statues of him? So he would say "Hmph."

Mimir-- "OOH... UHH... THANKS... LASSIE? UHH... Can you give this to... Sigrún?"

Freya--"Oh... Uhm... Pretty uhh... Accurate... Maybe try giving me some clothes?" would blushing red.

Freyr-- "OMG I'M A MUSE??? AM I YOUR MUSE??? oh and BTW you drew it small. Make it bigger" have you seen the statues of him? His uhh sword big.

Tyr--"Perhaps some meditation to... Uhh... Nevermind. But uh... You are good at what you do..." he would give a pat on the shoulder and leave

Heimdall--"You can't get behind the lie of 'anatomy focused' you know you like me. So tonight. Me. You. Himinbjörg. Don't be late."

Thor--"... I should lose some weight huh..." I would probably hug him and say that he doesn't need to.

Sif-- already killed me with her hair

Hildisvini-- "well... I appreciate the uhh imagination... Thank you. But uh... I prefer clothes" then respectfully leave

Also... The Huldra brothers + Lunda seeing the drawings

Brok: DAAAAAMN, SHORTIE. YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DRAW!

Lunda: OH AREN'T YOU A SMALL POCKETFUL OF TALENT! GOOD JOB! Hm. Kratos looks good and oh...freya..

Sindri: *vomiting in a corner* good drawing!

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

LIST OF WORKS

Part of the story is on the wattpad (I originally put it there but I open to new pages), I put a link to every page where you can find the story. Choose where you like to read best No which history is not inserted yet on other pages such as Noebook or Tumblr

ONE-SHOT

OPEN/CLOSE

You can place orders for One-shot, I'll take anything. I'll write when I have time. Orders can be written on my profile or in pv messages (on any platform) If I didn't notice your message please don't be mad at me! I may have missed your message, or it was spammed.

List of characters on one-shot at the bottom

HISTORY IN PROGESS

GOD OF WAR

Heimdall x OC

,,Until Odin Separates us"

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

One-shot coming soon

CALL OF DUTY

Captain John Price x oc

,,Maybe you're not a bad person"

TUMBLR VERSION

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

John ,,Soap" MacTavish x oc

,,A piece of child"

WATTPAD

One-shot coming soon

TROLL HUNTERS TALES OF ARCADIA

ANGOR ROT

,,I will never leave you again"

TUMBLR

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

One-shot coming soon

Plan for the next fanfics

☁️The Witcher universe (Game)

Vernone Roche, Iorweth, Eskel, Ge'els, Avallach, Eredin, Vesemir

☁️ Call of Duty universe

Alex Keller, Rudolfo Parra

☁️ Tales of Arcadia

Vendel, Angor Rot,

ONE SHOT

In the order put for whom is the one-shot (which character from the game/series/movie) briefly described what is to be included in the one-shot

You can ask for anything. I'll do my best to fulfill your requests.

ONE SHOT ORDERS FOR:

Heimdall - God of war Ragnarok Captain John Price - Call of duty Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Call of duty

Avallach - The Witcher

Eskel - The Witcher

Vernon Roche - The Witcher

Eredin - Witcher

Ge'els - Witcher

Angor Rot - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Gunmar - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Bular butcher - Tales of Arcadia

Iorweth - Witcher

Alex Keller - Call of duty

Rudolfo Parra - Call of duty

Vendel - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Vesemir - Witcher

Negan Smith - The walking dead

Captain Robert ,,Bobby" Nash - 911

Captain Owen Strand - 911 TEKSAS

Philip Graves - Call of duty

Doctor Greg House - Dr. House

Tim Bradford - The Rookie

John Nolan - The Rookie

David ,,Deacon" Kay - S.W.A.T

I will not write one-shot/stories about actors, I do not feel comfortable with it, I prefer to describe fictional characters who play/voice. Give me time to write one-shot/stories, I'm human and I get busy because I have school and other private things…

WILL NOT WRITE

Age differences (Too much age difference above <7 is no longer an option) Stories with Actors (Fictional Characters Only)

About me:

I come from Poland so English is not my first language, sorry for typos or incorrect grammatically sentences. I'm trying my best but I'm a man I've made mistakes

A head of great imagination and infinite. Keeping you in suspense and leading the reader into the good clouds of carefree life I have been writing since I was 10 years old, only now I gather my courage and insert my works Who knows? Maybe someday I will release my book on paper.

If you have questions find me here

Found me on instagram _kane_kii_ Tumblr: @ksiondzkanexkiii Neobook: https://neobook.org/ksiondzkanexkii/

or ask a question here (as you prefer)

[boybandposter]

[Headcanons]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Everett 🤍

⤷𐙚 there is a sections for NSFW ‼️ Nothing detailed/explicit but there is implied sex and preferences.

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- I feel like due to his past regarding Ophelia, he has a hard time trusting people and letting them become anything closer than an acquaintance. Despite being a caring individual, he doesn’t want to experience another betrayal.

- Everett’s love language is gift-giving. As a staunch believer in “actions speak louder than words”, he’d much rather show than tell. Although his disability can make it a bit tough, Everett is determined to make sure the people he loves know that he cares.

- If Everett catches feelings for you, he’s in denial. Him? Like someone else romantically? Never. Everett would avoid you at times, but he’d subconsciously seek out your company anyway.

- If When he confesses to you, he’s blubbering like an idiot. He was already so quiet and the few words he had were long gone from his thoughts. A bright pink would stain his cheeks after admitting his feelings, and would quietly ask for a kiss (What a gentleman).

- He asked if he could be your boyfriend instead of the other way around. In his eyes, it’s a privilege and blessing to be with you. After all, you’re taking in a broken man, physically and mentally. In all honesty, he’s shocked that you even said yes (even though you were crushing on him hard).

- If you like to bake, he’s head-over-heels. It’s one of the few things he truly enjoys, and if he could simply bake with you all day he would. His favorite is to bake cupcakes and watch you decorate them. If he can, he’ll purposefully wipe some flour onto his cheek— he’s planned it perfectly. You’ll tell him he has something on his face, he’ll act oblivious, then you’ll wipe it off with an endearing smile.

- With his job in the Esper Union, it makes it hard for him to find the time and energy to do things with you. On his night shifts, he’ll shuffle into your shared apartment and immediately make his way to your room. Even if Everett is about to pass out, he’ll always make sure to give a lingering kiss on your cheek. Whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your ear before changing and climbing into bed with you.

- You have a favorite flower? Well, Everett will make sure to buy you a fresh bouquet every week with a small note filled with his love and signature. He always feels his cheeks turn pink when he opens his phone to a text from you, thanking him as usual and telling him how much you love him. His coworkers often catch him rubbing his face with his hand to try and calm himself down after getting praise from you.

NSFW

- Everett’s a bottom. Let’s make this clear; after his past trauma, he wants nothing more than to be taken care of by his woman. He never really knew it, but then again he never saw himself in a relationship.

- Please praise him, he goes crazy when you talk to him and give him little words of encouragement. The first time you called him a “good boy”, he immediately folded and quietly begged to hear you say it again.

- If you were to ask him to top you, he wouldn’t ever say no. Everett only has two positions if he’s topping— missionary and mating. And by the gods was he gentle. Slow, deep, and even strokes as he quietly pants against the skin of your neck, small bites here and there. Everett feels awful every time he leaves a mark and profusely apologizes when he sees the small bruises along your hips and the small bites left along your shoulders and collarbone.

- Aftercare, aftercare, aftercare. Everett would have to be out of his mind if he didn’t take care of his beautiful girlfriend after she worked so hard for him. He’s gentle in bed and outside of it. He’ll always clean you up (with a little help from you due to his limitations) and make you some dinner. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take a little extra time to clean up where he can, just for a little extra time with you in the morning.

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⤷𐙚 authors note: erm. Yeah, IDK IVE NEVER REALLY WRITTEN NSFW BYE. 🙁

[mishaapocalypsse]

Chapter One: The Man With The Bifröst Eyes

Description: Not many travel up the walls of Asgard, and you are one of the few. When searching for Atreus, you encounter much on your way as a long journey lies ahead of you.

Pairings: Heimdall GOW! x Reader// Thor GOW! x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Gore, Mentions of alcohol, Abuse, Sexual content, sexual assault, mentions of suicide, mental illness may be within this fan fiction. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

"Tell me another story, Kratos." You asked the spartan before you.

He had been leaning over the large oak table, arms crossed--a grimace alluding to the disdain that was spread across his face. Kratos grunted, his demeanor changing ever-so slightly towards you in the process of your small, sweet request.

His shoulders relaxed, he had time for another tale. As he had been waiting, as everyone else had been waiting for Atreus to return home.

Not that there was much any one of them could do.

Atreus had run off, not being seen for two days. You could see the stoic look upon Kratos's face rub off, a look of worry stretching across it. You reached over to place a hand over his own.

"He will return, Kratos. Atreus is probably visiting home in Midgard. Don't worry." you reassured him.

Clearing his throat, the spartan gave another grunt.

So much for another story, you thought to yourself.

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You couldn't sleep that night, a cold sweat keeping you shivering for warmth.

The light tapping of Sindri working on a blade had stirred you fully awake, while you threw back the fur blanket covering you . Atreus had still not returned, you knew as the bed in your shared room had been empty.

You sighed, the young boy had become a son to you. The thought of him being hurt and alone somewhere terrified you.

You heaved a sigh, bracing yourself to stand. Dressing yourself in the padded leather gear, as well as the gold plated armor, you hefted the long bow over your shoulders, to its dismay it chirped.

"Sorry Grötti." you replied in a hushed whisper.

Lugging your rucksack with you, tying the waterskin as well as the wrapped meats inside you slowly wandered towards the door, Sindri giving you the same worried look as he always did.

"I'll be fine Sindri. I promise." Those words hung in the air as sweetly as they did. The dwarf had scurried over from his table to wrap you in a tight hug.

"Please, be careful." and his words clung to the hands that he held, as you slipped away from him and onto the path that lied before you.

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There wasn't much you were worried about, only the boy, Atreus who still was nowhere to be found.

You would bring him home. You only had to find him first.

First, you had checked Midgard, the only would you found were those of the Hel-Walkers, and an angry World Serpent who also had no clue of the whereabouts of the young boy.

Then, the trail led you to Alfheim, then Muspelheim, to Svfartelheim, and finally to Vanaheim. In your last attempt to search for him, every trail of his went cold.

Then it hit you.

He must have went to Asgard.

You shook your head, your worry turned to a haunting desperate feeling as it gnarled your heart in your chest.

You could feel your chest tighten when the thought that he could be trapped by Odin.

Or worse...

He could be dead.

You shoo the thought away, no, Atreus was strong, he was smart. You knew he could handle himself quite well. He always had.

You wished for him to stop looking for trouble. All the while you were also running out of Yggdrasil stones, which meant you could travel to Asgard, however, returning would be a much different outcome.

There was no turning back, and if Atreus was not there, you for sure were going to have a lot more on your plate than trespassing.

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It felt like hours as you wandered the Asgardian realm, wanting nothing more than to bring Atreus home.

You whispered to yourself, as well as to your bow companion, Grötti, of memories from your childhood.

Memories to keep you going, however, remembering who you were as well as to not fall into the fate of sleep.

You grew tired from the long journey here. Although it was a rather short one, it had been unbecoming, filled with nothing but stress, and bloodshed.

Apart from running into old friends, you were short on energy, and yet, it was a long way up.

An exceedingly, excruciating way up.

The wall had towered up stories high, the town you had went through with Migardian's whom sought shelter from the ever-coming Ragnarok. Their eyes watching as you went by.

You yourself knew that you were not the most inconspicuous, as you towered over many.

Standing at around 6'1, your h/c- a braid that circled your head. The furs and armor that encompassed your body--they admired you.

You were not like the others. However, you presented yourself as kind and generous, a smile never leaving your lips as you traveled up the wall.

Scaling it would prove troublesome.

Your fingers dug into the wall, feet kicking into the rock, finding small grooves to hoist yourself up the wall.

When you made it to a ledge, you made a note that when you reached the top, that you were for sure going to need a bath as well as something to eat.

Your rucksack had been stolen in Alfheim by a dark elf, which also held your source of water, in which you had taken to drink from the clear pools of water on the way up.

Not far ahead you had continued to climb, in the distance above you made out the top of the wall. With as much energy as you could muster, you bent your knees, and lunged forward to grip the ledge above you.

Pulling yourself up, you seated yourself on the ledge to look at how far you had came.

Grötti, chirped, delighted the two of you had made it so far without the help from anyone.

You murmured back that it would have been much easier to have just checked here first. The bow had fell silent once more, and you had been well rested to stand.

It was the middle of day when you reached the top, as the surrounding area was vacant. Not a soul was awaiting your arrival, which felt like the easiest by far.

Hopping down, you scoured the area on top of the wall, and as you peered over it you stared in awe of the city below you.

This was Asgard. In all of its glory, you had made it.

Atreus had to be here.

"Now what do we have here? Don't any of you stupid, filthy mortals have any common sense? Or do you all just fall short from the same tree?" You tensed, your back still turned away from the voice that came from behind you.

Wait, did he just insult you? How disrespectful. You internally seethed, yet you kept your composure as this individual was not your problem at this moment. He could pose for one later though.

"I wouldn't know, yet you would speak just as filthy as those you comment about." You retorted, still facing away.

He scoffed, "Have you come to bask in the glory of Asgard? Or steal from the Aesir?"

You had no time for this conversation, Atreus could be anywhere in the realm. Yet, this person was wasting your time. You slowly turned around, the furs gliding effortlessly behind you, your hair falling back into place.

Grötti had become rather irked by the stranger in front of you, keeping the bow calmly against your back as you spoke once again.

"I have come for a friend of mine. Nothing more."

"Lies." he sneered. "Everyone comes here for more. You could be just as selfish as the rest of those nasty mortals-" you interrupted him when you raised a hand.

"He is but a boy. Ye' high. He ran off, and I could not find him anywhere." You looked down at the ground innocently.

"I am worried sick about him. Have you seen him?" You added.

The stranger not once spoke another word, he stood there, eyes glued to you in disbelief.

"I will take you to him then--" You bowed to him, eyes never leaving his.

"Y/N."

"What?" The stranger asked, a brow raised. The Bifröst of his eyes glowing, swirling into one another.

"My name. And yours, god?" you quipped, that same playfully sweet smile egging the conversation on.

"I am the God of Foresight, Heimdall." He began, staggering towards you with a mission.

"Welcome to Asgard." He frowned as he passed.

[stalkingthenet333]

Ask ask ask!!! Plz!!!!!!

𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀-𝐙 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Six

Masterlist

Nighttime was one of the things you hated the most.

During the day, you had something to occupy your mind and not think about anything too much, when night came, you were lying in your bed. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering and thinking about things you didn't want to think about. When you slept, you couldn't help but dream about old Tyr.

Even now, as you lay on your uncomfortable makeshift bed, you couldn't help but think about your husband.

Your beloved husband, the man you loved the most in her Nine Realms, the man you had placed all your trust in, was gone forever. Odin had managed to kill him in a way.

You put your arm over your eyes, sighing and trying to relax when you heard his light laugh and his hand rest on your stomach.

"You think too much… again," Tyr commented. "What's troubling you?"

You sighed, your gaze falling on Tyr. Your husband smiled at you, eyeing you with his golden eyes. You had always loved his Bifrost eyes, this gift given by the Jotnars to facilitate his many travels across the Realms. You left your side of the bed, lying on Tyr's chest. The God of War just smiled as he let you do it, wrapping his arm around your waist. You ran your hand over his cheek, running your thumb under his eye.

"Did it… hurt? When the Giants put his Bifrost eyes on you…?" you asked, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

"No," he answered, running his hand over your back. "They were very delicate and then… they had me drink twenty cups of billow maidens' ale to numb me."

"You were completely drunk?" you asked with a chuckle. "I can't imagine you being unable to think straight."

"It's true that it wasn't my most glorious moment," Tyr replied with a chuckle. "But the Giants were generous in giving me his Bifrost eyes."

You hummed, continuing to run your thumb over his cheekbone, still admiring his special eyes. You didn't even want to imagine how Odin had reacted when he saw his son come back with his eyes there. He must have been so angry at Tyr and the Giants, with his obsession with absolutely wanting to know the secrets of his people. You sighed, sitting on your husband's waist. He smiled at you, placing his hands on your waist.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, continuing to trace circles on the top you had stolen from him.

"When you came back with his eyes… how did he react?"

"The Allfather wasn't exactly thrilled when I came back with his eyes. But he strangely left me alone, until I had to deal with Garm and lost an arm."

You flinched at the name of Hel's wolf. Although you loved Tyr, you had always been dismayed by the story of Garm. An animal that was feared because of its abilities and its imposing size. Tyr felt your muscles tense under his hands. The God of War straightened up, sitting down, making you sit on his thighs.

"I know you don't like it when I talk about Garm… but you know I had no choice."

"Hmhm… like father had no choice with Lyngbakr or like Odin had no choice with my wings."

"Love, please," Tyr said, placing his hand on your cheek. "It's a nice night…"

"Yes, sorry…"

"I know your bitterness for all these things. Believe me, for Garm… if I had found something else to keep him under control, I would have done it…"

"I know, excuse me… I…" you said, running your hand through your hair. "I think it's fatigue."

"His last few days have been quite busy…" he said softly, continuing to caress your cheek. "Rest, Beloved."

You nodded slightly, leaving Tyr's waist to lie down. Tyr pulled the furs on your shoulders, he kissed your forehead, wishing you goodnight.

You sighed, running your hands over your face, opening your heavy eyelids. Why did you have to dream of the old Tyr? You pushed the furs aside, leaving your makeshift bed to leave the room and see Kratos, Freya, Mimir, Sindri and Brok. The small group was discussing what they can do against Heimdall and what they can do to get Atreus back.

"We need to build an army before we go to Asgard," Freya said. "Alone, we are helpless."

"And who do you plan to ask? Freyr and his men?" Mimir asked.

"Yes, and also other people who can help us."

"Who do you have in mind?" Kratos asked, looking at the Goddess.

"The Valkyries."

"Are you serious?" you asked, looking at Freya sternly. "After all this time without thinking or seeing your sisters, it is now that you decide you need them."

"Daughter, please," Mimir said. "You know it's more complicated than that and that Freya also suffered from this situation."

"Hmhm," you answered, crossing your arms, without looking away from the former Queen of the Valkyries. "But the last I heard, my mother and aunts are still prisoners."

"No," Kratos answered, turning around. "Atreus and I fought them and I freed them from their fleshly shell."

You looked at Kratos surprised by what he had just said. This guy had managed to defeat your mother and aunts? It's impossible. Even corrupted, the Valkyries were still the strongest and most powerful warriors in the Nine Realms. Even you, who had been trained since the day you could walk, by your mother and aunts, you had only defeated your aunt Kara once and she was the only Valkyrie you had managed to defeat. You knew that this guy had reduced the Greek pantheon to himself, so defeating the Valkyries must have been child's play for him. You ran your hands over your face, before running them through your hair, nodding slightly. You placed your hands on your hips, eyeing Freya, asking her how she planned to bring Sigrun and the other Valkyries back to life. The Goddess explained that she would have to go to Vanaheim and use Vanir magic to restore a pure fleshly body to the Valkyries.

So it was possible to bring your mother and aunts back to life.

It was possible that your family would be reunited.

With that thought, your heart sank.

No, your family will never be complete again. Your gaze fell on the door that led to Tyr's room. You shook your head, chasing his thoughts from your mind. You had to stay focused on the essentials. Namely: how to bring the little boy back to his father and kill Heimdall.

"But it seems you're forgetting something," you said as you approached the group. "Heimdall is the bearer of the Gjallarhorn. If he blows on it, he will rally all the other Realms during Ragnarök. And Odin didn't entrust it to him for nothing."

"Are you telling me I can't save my son?" Kratos asked, looking at you sternly.

"I never said that, but you should think of other ways to save your little boy. Trust me, even Tyr can't fight him," you explained, looking at Kratos. "You have to think of all the options."

Kratos fell silent. The Greek God of War stood up, taking Mimir with him, and headed towards the door. Everyone watched as he left Sindri's house to go who knows where. You sighed, running your hands over your face before moving away from the table to go out and sit on… you never knew if it was a bench or a table, but that's where you settled. Yggdrasil had always been a strange, dangerous, and fascinating place. You took a deep breath, lying down on the bench, trying to relax and think about something else. You placed your hands on your stomach, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

"Inhale deeply and exhale slowly," Tyr's voice said as you felt his hand rest on your stomach. "Focusing on your breathing allows you to keep your mind clear."

Clear mind?

Since you were here, you didn't know how to think clearly anymore. You sighed, running your hands over your face, lying back on the bench, observing the branches of Yggdrasil when something strange happened. You suddenly sat up when you heard the sound of a tear. A fairly large breach had just opened without any explanation and Hel-Walkers came out of the breach.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as I made my weapon appear.

Freya, Brok and Sindri rushed out to help you fight the dead who came out of the breach without interruption.

"What's going on?!" Freya exclaimed as she brought her sword down on the enemies.

"No ideas!! The Breach appeared all at once!!" I exclaimed as I pierced a Hel-Walker's chest.

"I have to close the breach!" Freya exclaimed. "Someone cover me!"

"There are too many of them!!" Brok shouted

The number of Hel-Walkers did not decrease. You killed some and closed the Breaches, others opened, allowing the dead to return. It had to be at a time when Kratos was not there. And Tyr was of no use. Brok and Sindri used their explosive weapons to kill as many as possible while you covered Freya. But it was difficult to fight so many enemies at once, even with magic. Everyone was so focused on their task that no one noticed the door to Yggdrasil open until Atreus' voice was heard.

"No, no, no!"

"It's you!" Sindri exclaimed, happy to see the young man again, before remembering that he was angry with him. "Wait… It's YOU!"

"Kid! Nice timing. Kill something, will ya?" Brok exclaimed as he killed yet another Hel-Waker while Atreus jumped into the fight.

"Where's Father?!" Atreus exclaimed

"Trying to find a way to you," Sindri exclaimed

"Hey! We're being attacked right now!!" you exclaimed as you decapitated a Hel-Walker. "Stay focused!! Freya, hurry!!"

"I'm doing my best! (Y/N), Atreus, help keep them off me!" Freya ordered before starting to recite an incantation.

More Rifts opened up, letting more and more Hel-Walkers out. Freya swore, calling Atreus to help her with the spell. The young man rushed to the Goddess, starting to recite the spell with her. But a Hel-Walker managed to grab Atreus and pin him to the ground. You brought your sword down on one of the many dead before seeing the teenager in difficulty. You only had time to react as a throw pierced the dead man's skull.

It was Kratos.

The Spartan helped Atreus up, ordering him to help Freya and that he would attract the enemies.

The fight that followed was long and exhausting, but Atreus and Freya managed to close the portal. The shockwave was so violent that it killed the rest of the Hel-Walkers and sent everyone to the ground. A grunt of pain escaped your lips as you fell onto the bench where you had been sitting earlier. You coughed a little because of the dust, getting up with a little difficulty. Your gaze swept the area when you saw Tyr, who was finally coming out of Sindri's house, a shield in his hand, asking if it was over. You clenched your fists when you heard that. At this point, it was no longer cowardice. You had the impression that he was doing it on purpose. You could only agree with Mimir when he commented that it was not thanks to him that the fight was over. Your attention then turned to Atreus. The young boy stood awkwardly next to you, even looking like he wanted to hide.

"Where is Atreus?" Kratos asked as he looked around.

Atreus flinched as he heard his father call him. You sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder. The teenager jumped slightly as he turned to you.

"You'll have to face him, you know," you said as your sword disappeared. "I don't know what you did to cause such a mess. But… stop running away. Trust me, it doesn't do any good to always run away. You only accumulate regrets."

"I… I only caused trouble. I… I just wanted to…" Atreus began before biting his lip as he clenched his fists. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone… I… I'm so sorry…"

"You don't owe me an apology, you owe the man who's looking for you," you said, pointing at Kratos who was looking for Atreus.

Atreus swallowed hard, nodding slightly before walking towards Kratos, keeping his head down. The Greek God of War stopped when he saw his son emerge from the dust cloud. The two stayed a certain distance apart.

"What do I call you?" Kratos asked.

Atreus felt tears welling up in his eyes. He dropped his bow on the ground, rushing into Kratos' arms. His father hugged him, reassuring that his child was physically fine.

"Atreus? What happened?" Kratos asked softly as Atreus peeled himself away from him, looking at the only one, ashamed.

"It's all my fault. The Hel-Walkers. They're everywhere. Everywhere!"

“That is not your fault.”

"Yes it is! There was a wolf, in Hel. He was in chains, and… and I set him free," Atreus explained. "I thought that, if-"

“Garm?!” Mimir exclaimed, understanding who Atreus was talking about. "Great bleedin' fuck, lad, you freed Garm?!"

"Garl? Who freed Garm? That's Madness!" Tyr exclaimed, getting closer. “Surely not you, Young one…?”

"If the Hound of Hel is loose, he'll chew throught the fabric of the Realms. Hel-Walkers are just the beginning. What were you thinking?" Freya growled.

"Aye. This is a fuck-up of not insignificant proportions," Mimir continued.

"What would drive you to such mischief? Is this Loki's doing?" Tyr asked.

"Okay? Are you all done?" you asked, joining the discussion. "There's no point in yelling at him. What's done is done. Giving him a lecture about Garm isn't going to stop the wolf from doing what he's doing right now. You, Freya, Brok is waiting to be healed, as for you father, keep your mouth shut and you, Tyr, go back and hide in your closet. As if you'd never done something stupid that could have caused the loss of one of the nine kingdoms. And yes, I know things."

Freya, Mimir and Tyr looked at you surprised by your words, but they didn't say anything. The goddess hurried to join the Huldra brothers to help them while Tyr headed towards the house. Your husband gave you one last look before disappearing, again, into the house. You sighed, running your hand through your hair before turning to Kratos, Atreus and Mimir.

"T-thanks…," Atreus said uncomfortably.

"Don't thank me. Even if I defended you. You did a damn stupid thing. But people know my position on Garm so oh well…," you said with a shrug.

"You made a mistake," Kratos said as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "A mistake we'll fix. Together."

"Grand. Now if you Don't mind, I'd rather stay here. I've had my fill of visits to Helheim," Mimir announced as Kratos unhooked it from his belt to hand it to you.

You took your father's head before heading to Sindri's house, leaving Kratos and Atreus to go to Helheim to take care of Garm. You hooked Mimir to your belt before taking care of picking up the corpses, going to pile them in a corner. Once you were done, you went back inside the house. Freya, Brok and Sindri were sitting at the table. You approached, setting Mimir down next to them.

"How are you?" you asked Brok.

"Ah! They're just scratches," the blue dwarf replied.

"That's good to know."

You sat down with them, ignoring Tyr who had, once again, hidden in his damn closet. Everyone was silent, waiting for Kratos and Atreus to return.

Several hours passed before the father and son returned. Tyr came out of his closet, greeting the two men, asking if everything had gone well in Helheim. Kratos announced that the wolf was no longer a problem, much to Mimir's relief who was delighted to know that Garm was no longer a threat. You gave Kratos and Atreus a slight nod. Part of you was satisfied to know that Garm was no longer chained in the depths of Helheim.

"Atreus. Your decision to go to Asgard after all he's put us through…" Freya said softly, measuring her words. "I'll never understand it. But I hope you at least came back with something we can use."

"I hope so too," the boy said, taking out his notebook and turning Mimir towards him. "C'mon. Let me show you what Odin's up to. Here's what he cares about most. More than Ragnarök or anything, it's this mask."

Everyone was staring intently at the sketch of the mask in question. You looked at the sketch puzzled. Why was Odin so obsessed with a mask? It couldn't be a mask like any other for the Allfather to be looking for such an object. The boy asked if anyone recognized him, holding the notebook out to Sindri who turned his back to him.

"THAT thing? Ucch. It's a dead end," Mimir said with a sigh. "He's been faffin' around with that since before I knew him. To be honest, I thought the Giants were just having a laugh with that one."

While Mimir was talking Sindri had changed places, turning his back to Atreus. But the boy was stubborn. He continued to show his notebook. The dwarf capitulated, taking the notebook, looking at the page for a few seconds, before saying "no" and handing the notebook to Tyr.

"You're wrong, Mimir," Tyr said, taking the notebook. "This mask is no fraud. The Giants didn't make it, and only a few of them ever glimpsed it in their visions. They never knew its origin, but some believed it was a way to gaze into the secrets of Creation itself."

"Is it an Oracle?" Kratos asked, puzzled.

"Much, much more," Tyr said, glaring at Kratos, before closing the notebook to give it to Freya who flipped through the notebook. "Imagine becoming one with a source of infinite knowledge. This… this is why Odin tortured me."

You were surprised to hear that. Odin had captured Tyr and tortured him for a mask? But it didn't make sense, your husband had confided in you many things, but he had never told you about such an object. Why wouldn't he have told you anything? You sighed, running your hands over your face.

You were thinking too much.

"So what do you think? Know it?" Atreus asked, looking at Freya.

"No. It's one obsession he never saw fit to share with me. But I'l tell you this: even when Odin speaks the Truth, his purpose is false. Either way, it's a mistake to let distract us," she explained, returning the notebook to its owner. "Is Heimdall our focus or not?"

"We will rewrite our fate another way," Kratos announced, much to Freya's dismay.

"Then I'm going back to Vanaheim. If we're not taking the fight to Odin, I should help my brother stand against him."

After that, the Goddess left Sindri's house. Atreus wanted to follow her, but he was stopped by his father who told him that they would join her when the time was right. You sighed, massaging your temples that were becoming painful. You had to leave this house, get away from Tyr and this constant noise.

"Is everything okay, daughter?" Mimir asked.

"Yes, I'm coming with you. I need to get out of this house," I said, turning to Kratos and Atreus. Kratos nodded slightly before picking up Mimir, hooking him to his belt. You gave Tyr one last look before following the father and son out of the house.

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

[scara-writes]

change of heart

Sugar Mommy Reader X Y! Gold digger Male

Let's make a story about the reader falling in love first :>

Yes, this yandere is an asshole.

Might make a part two?

CW: yandere, manipulation, consensual-smut, gold digger yandere

No proof read. Will edit it later on.

cerise=cherry🍒

(THIS IS REPOST BECAUSE I REALIZED THAT SIDE BLOGS HAS LIMITED ACCESS ;-;)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Sheon wasn't rich nor poor but he wanted an easy money to make his life easier.

He knows he was becoming addicted on spending money. He can't blame himself, he was getting picked on for not having enough money to buy what he wants unlike his rich classmates that will flaunt their items at each other. He even sneak out of his way to take his father's credit card to buy him useless things that would entertain himself for a little bit like games and toys, Sheon would also flaunt them that his parents has the money when in actuality he is in the middle class. Although his arrogance did not last long after his father finds out about it, grounded him for a whole year for that. He still kept on spending money, he was pretty good at accounting which pretty weird coming from someone who spends a lot.

Now that he became a college student, with his major being aligned in accounting. His parents literally forced him to move out and gave him a right amount of allowance every month for him to study from his dream university but it wasn't enough. He just wants more money to spend, either to indulge himself or to avoid being picked on by his peers.

Not until he met you.

A kind person who introduced yourself to him, your cheeks were bright red as you told him that you fell inlove at first sight.

Sheon do look good. He was popular among women around the campus but those said girls can only glance at him as they feel bad that he was only a middle class. So don't blame him when he was surprised at your sudden confession, and he wanted to reject you right away, the red haired doesn't have the time to find a love, he wants money not a freeloader. But when you told him your last name when you introduce yourself to him, it caught him off guard.

"what was...your last name again?"

"(l-l/n)!" You exclaimed as you bashfully waited for his response about your confesion.

There are three siblings that is going to inherit three companies. If he remembered correctly, he saw an article of on one of them inheriting the biggest company once they graduated. Your face is somewhat coincidentally look the same as it is in the article.

A dark idea pop up to his mind. His greed was whispering at him.

If he can be with you. He can get what he wants right?

Easy money is easy life!

"…so… C-can I court you?" Your hands fiddling as you wait for his response. He looked at you up and down. You looked pretty average for his taste. The only thing that is pretty about you is the money you will inherit, but hey that will do if he wants to get what he wants.

The greedy man grinned and traps you between his arms and lean down to meet your face. Not even caring at the other student passing by looking at the both of you by either cringing or looking weirdly.

He boldly gave your left cheek a quick peck before answering your question with another question.

"… If I say yes, what's in it for me love?"

Not long after, the two of you became official. Your courting lasted around two weeks and that's about it. He always request for you to buy him this and that and you gave it him the very next day as you love him very much and trusted him wholeheartedly. He would taunt the said gifts he received from you to his old peers that he got himself the items that is much worth than their brand. Their frown look satisfies him.

Some of them asked where did he got the money to buy, but he will answer one word. cerise.

No one knows about his plan except for his ex friend, Tyr.

The ex friend of his cut ties off with him immediately after knowing he was using an innocent person like you for his greed.

Oh well his lost! He was about to share his dimes and gold with him.

Sheon thought about what will he give you something back for all the items you gave him. Well, His exchange for everything was himself of course!

His body is probably enough to make you feel something close to heaven. It made you whine out in satisfaction whenever he hit the right spot. Sheon could tell you never experienced this, a virgin at that. The way you moan out his name make his heart swell with pride.

"…is.. this what it..nghh… f-feels..uuhhmm..l-like?" You whimpered when he hit the same spot that made you cried out it on pleasure. Your hands were trembling around his sweaty shoulder, eyes rolling when he hits it again. He leaned to down to peck your parted lips. "… Do you like it?"

He fastened his pace up to chase down the ecstasy that you were feeling. He felt the walls grip of yours tightened around him feeling that you are getting close.

"I… I love…i-it..p-please don't s-stop!" You moaned out, unconsciously digging your nails to his skin. Sheon smirked at your reaction, wiping off your sweaty temple before giving it a soft kiss, then giving what you asked for.

You must be missing out from parties, seeing you had never experience like this before and that's okay. So long as this is a payment to get what he wants.

"Your wish is my command, cerise." He whispered his pet name to you.

"I-I love Sheon." You whimpered as you feel him pulled out when he gave you released. Sheon sighs, his load went through your stomach, giving you one last kiss before cleaning you up. Dabbing the towel around your body, cleaning you gently, asking you if he hurt you too badly. You answered meekly, telling him that you are fine, he was a sweet for giving you an aftercare.

He scoffs at you, teasing you. "It's a bare minimum, cerise. It's normal to take care of their partner after their love making." He carried you at the bathroom of your own apartment. Putting you down at the bathtub as he twist the faucet open.

Sheon joined you in the bath, he gently massage your scalp, making you shudder in relaxation, "do you like it?"

"I love it." You meekly replied leaning your back between his thighs. He wash down the foam around your hair, he rinse the shampoo out after he was done. He took a soap and was about to clean your body too but you insist that you will do it yourself. Sheon stopped and heed your words and starts washing himself up, the male was the first one to finish, he dried himself off by his own towel and starts to wear the pajamas that was already prepared besides the lavatory. After he was done, he told you that he will prepare you a snacks and turn on the tv for the movie you requested yesterday.

The red haired male's relationship with you went pretty well. Of course his body and his face shouldn't be the only thing he could do for you. He needed to act like a good boyfriend, being the fast learner that he is. He found himself, he was rather good at cooking and baking.

He would lie if he say he doesn't enjoy it when he cooks for you.

He would give you your favorites, something you cannot eat in your household. You told him you were on a strict diet ordered by your very own parents. They didn't know your relationship with him, Sheon was a secret affair and you revealed you were in arrange marriage during the time you courted him. It worried him seeing that his source of money will leave him for the arrange marriage.

You held his hand and you promised him that it will never happen, that you will fight for the "love" the two of you had.

The greedy male stared at you for a minute, realizing you are too naïve to think that he actually loves you. Were you that oblivious?

He wanted to laugh at your face but…

Why does his heart starts hammering when you told him that you will fight for him against your parents?

A little guilt went up to his throat before swallowing it by his pride.

The two of you lasted for three years as a couple, graduated and help him out to hire him to your company. His colleagues at his work respected him quickly seeing that he is the boyfriend of their soon-to-be boss, Sheon enjoyed the power he had over them, no more people looking down on him.

It didn't last long because your parents immediately confronted you about him and you had enough of it. It was the first time you neglected your parents orders and Sheon was there to witness it.

"I don't care about the agreement! The arrange marriage, I didn't agree on that! Mother, Father! I've been nothing but a good child since the day I was born! I have never ever went against you and I am obedient child who never goes against your will just so the two of you can be happy! But this is the only time I asked for you to let me have something I want in my life!" He felt the grip of your hands on him. The red haired male stares at your quivering form but he saw how determined you are about him.

He felt guilty knowing he was the cause of why you arguing with your parents right now.

Wait… He's feeling guilty?

"He's using you for your money! Look at your ridiculous amount you spent! From the moment you had a relationship with him!" Your father shouted at you, before glaring at him.

Truthfully, your father wasn't wrong. He used you for your money.

"And so what? I am willing to give everything he wants because I love him!"

Do you love him that much?

"The least I could do for him is to give what he likes because he is the only person who showed me what it feels like to be loved!"

Throughout the heated argument with your parents. He was silent for the whole time until you broke down to tears. Just a droplet from your tears made himself go blank. Sheon didn't know what happened to himself, all he knows that his body act on its own and went to cover your vulnerability from your parents.

You were surprised at his action before letting yourself be buried in his chest.

"I think it's time for us to leave." He told your parents before guiding you out to leave the mansion, not looking back.

He hop you on the passenger seat of his car before closing the doorway after he heard your parents trailing behind him, yelling. He doesn't want you to hear what he was about to say.

His blue eyes glared at them.

"I have never throughout in our relationship witness (Y/n) weep and broken down until this day, I always ensure her happiness on everything I'd done. If we have disagreements we will let each other agree to separate for a little bit until we are calm enough to discuss it again."

His mouth continued to flow out the next words he didn't think he would find himself struggling with his words. Thankfully, he didn't stutter.

"...I love her more than you could ever know. I won't let her cry and force her to do the things she doesn't want to. If she doesn't want something, she will let me know and I will stop because I don't want her to feel sad, bothered and suffocate. Truthfully, your daughter is the most sincere person that I've known in my entire life. She always gives out her best to make everyone happy."

He let out a deep breath. "I cannot believe she went through all her years of her life of enduring your demands and pressures the day she was born. It's no wonder your children are starting to neglect you. Most people might have called an authority because of your abuse if it weren't for the money you have. Every child deserve a parents but not every parents deserve a child." He paused before continuing again.

"If I see her cry again because of the both of you.No matter how much money you used to separate us. I will make sure you will regret it." With that he walk around his car before opening the doorway of the driver seat and drive away from your wrecked family. The whole ride was silent. Sheon never felt his heart rate beating this fast.

What happened to him?

Why did he do that?

What if his job from your company is going to make him terminated from his internship?

You were still on your way to become boss but your parents still owns it as long as they are alive.

"… I-I'm sorry.. you witnessed that." You sniffed as you tried to wipe off your tears trying your best to minimize your hiccups.

"… Don't mention it." He grunted before tossing you a box of tissue carelessly, eyes trained at the road not caring if you catch it or not.

You blew away your snots, as his thoughts were clouded of doubt.

"Stop crying." He said before parking the car after reaching his home. You nodded, trying to minimize your tears.

He exited the car and you did too before following him behind. A small squeak was heard from the car indicating that his car is locked.

Sheon didn't bother on walking beside you as he went to unlock the door of his home.

He went himself in, he doesn't care to tell you to follow because you will.

You sat on the couch and collect your thoughts for bit, staring the tiled floor of the living room. He look at your form and rolled his eyes before changing his clothes. What's next? Are you going to be stuck with him, onwards?

He went to the kitchen and starts to cook. Trying his best figure out something but nothing comes up in his mind.

He put the food in to two plates before serving you a lasagna. "Eat, cerise."

You thanked him and starts to eat your food slowly, your appetite isn't in good shape after your burst of emotion to your parents.

Sheon just picked his food but not eating as he stared at you.

What is he going to do with you now? He can't have you here! You… You need to come back and apologize! What if your parents cut off your card? Most of your money were from your parents! Then what about his money? What about the items you promised him to buy it for him?!

what about your feelings?

…what about her..?..

Stop... Stop making him feel guilty.

He quietly sigh and starts to eat. This mixed feelings are eating him up.

"Does it taste good?" He asked. You nod, sniffing.

"Leave the plate, I'll wash them up later. You can have my bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

You tried to reason him that you can sleep on the couch but he insisted.

You were stuck with him for three months. Your card was indeed cut off and you and him were evicted temporarily at your company by your mother. At that time he was conflicted whether or not he should just ditch you…. Since you don't have money anymore. You just stay at home.

Seeing you apologize for being inconvenient at his home he felt guilty for thinking about it. But for some reason... he can't bare the thought of you wandering around depending on no one.

Sheon went outside to get a hose to water the outdoor the plants until he saw a man who looks similar to you.

"Hey." The said stranger called for him. He must be one of your sibling, seeing almost all of your resemblance to him, except his demeanor. People would feel intimidated when they look at him but not him, Sheon wasn't scared of him. He is one of the siblings who neglect his parents.

The red haired male raised his eyebrow before walking up to him.

"Yes? Do you need something?"

"… My older sister, (Y/n)? Are you perhaps her boyfriend..?" The way he spoke the word boyfriend. Sheon can feel the distaste from him.

"What about it?"

His (e/c) eyes was staring at his soul. They both of knew they are never gonna be in good terms.

"(Y/n) can go back to the company. Our parents needs her."

"And what? Are they gonna invalidate her again?"

Your brother scoff. "If that were to happen, she can call me right away. They can't complain when it comes to me. They know I don't act like my soft hearted older sister." He tossed an atm card at him. Sheon catches it confused.

"What's this for?"

"Give that to my sister. It's her new card."

Your brother pulled the handle of his own car before going in. "What about (Y/n)? Do you not want to look at her?"

"No need… I'm sure she will be fine."

After that, He left without a bid of farewell.

Sheon looked at the card in his hand. Greed went on his mind to keep the card and hide it from you. Just telling you the details that you can go back to the company. He should get back the payment he used to buy the items he wasted on you for the past few months—

"Sheon?"

You called to him. Snapping out of his thoughts when he realized he was already in the kitchen, cooking food for the both of you.

"You almost burned the eggs… Is there something wrong?"

Sheon blinked before smiling at you.

"Your brother went to see you but he was in a hurry so… He told me that you can go back. Your parents need you back to the company."

Your eyes lit up."really?"

"Really."

He went silent. Deciding that he should just give your atm card. It was stupid idea to think of him hiding your card, that will result of him being arrested and making you abandon him. He can't ruin his hardwork for making you his bank.

You blinked when you stiffly take the card from his hand. "What's this?"

"Your new card. Your… Umm.. brother wants to give it to you."

You look at him in the eyes for a second before leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you." You smiled, your eyes were brightened. As if something cleared up your mind and he noticed it.

He gave you a tight grin. "I'll put this on the plate before it actually burns."

Just like his first week on a relationship with you. His life went back smoothly. Everything went back to normal. The next three weeks, the two of you went on a date, suggested by you of course.

The both of you enjoyed the rides at carnival. He laughed when you didn't like the taste of the sweet corn of the nearby shop, telling him you preferred the street food sweet corn he brought on your first date with him. After having a snack,Sheon went to take a picture of the two of you capturing every moment he can find.

You told him that you book a private resort nearby the beach. So he drove there. Enjoying the night ride with him.

His heart fluttered when he hear you humming happily while you were scrolling on the phone, probably buying an item that he request yesterday, you ask him what color he liked on the item. Right now, the red haired doesn't care about it and tells you to keep humming the tune and forget about the item he wanted.

He just found himself, liking the sound of your voice.

The first thing he did when the both of you went inside the resort was to pop out a wine and serve you one before quickly kissing your lips. The both of you enjoyed gazing the night at cozy fireplace lit on the modern table. You cuddled with him and he held you, warming you up. As he sighed, relaxing himself.

"Sheon…."

You let yourself go on his hold before toying his hands with yours until you let it go."What's wrong?" You look down, staring through his shirt.

"I have… Been meaning to tell you this.. I don't know if it's the right time but…"

Sheon held his breath. Did you find out that he was using you?

He looked at your right hand that is tapping something from behind of your pocket before showing it to him.

A small black box was given to him.

He looked at you confused before he assessed your new gift to him. The box looked liked it could store a jewel.

His world stops when he opened it.

"I know… you went all the trouble of taking care of me when… when I was kicked out from the house but… I never felt so indebt to you after all the love you showered m-me… I-I'm not good with this kind of things… and might even call it corny so….W-would-you-like-to-spend-the-rest-of-your-time-together-with-me?" You fiddle your hand nervously as you look up to him, rushing the last sentence. Awaiting for his response, whether he will reject you or not.

Before you could call his name again. His lips had already met yours, arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer.

You were shocked by your boyfriend's action before returning your kiss. Slowly wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pushed tongue inside your mouth, caressing your caverns and sucking your tongue, drinking the sound of your whimpers and moans. He loves the whimpers that you make, it makes him want to keep going.

You tap him by the shoulder, signalling him to halt his actions but he continued to assault your lips until the thirst in him quenched. It was the first time he ignore your orders, but he just can't help himself.

He felt euphoric.

Sheon was grinning, widely. One of his hands went to your buttoned shirt. Slowly unclasping them, one by one.

His cheeks matches the color of his hair. His voice laced with love and affection."I'm officially yours, cerise."

For the first time, he felt genuine towards you. He felt everything was clear. He doesn't know when, where and why he didn't realize it sooner but…

He actually like you more than the money itself..

No...

He loves you that no money can replace you.

Fuck all the items, he got. You're much more valuable, the most treasured thing he wants.

He went to kiss your collarbone before softly gazing on you.

For the first time, your relationship with him. Sheon uttered the words that are genuine and meaningful from the bottom of his heart.

"…I love you."

This might be a mistake in your part.

He will never let you go now.

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Part 2?

[peiskos-and-apricity]

Fated to Fall ~ Sindri x GN Reader [Pt 10]

An: Totally meant to post this a while ago and just forgot whoops ^-^;

Tw: none

Chapter Selection

Previous Chapter

Thankfully the walk was short and enemies were sparse and easy, though you do take note of the tense air. The looks on their faces aren't ones you can read well so you didn't try to speculate too much over what the two might be talking about. It very clearly wasn't your business and they made that even clearer with the distance they kept. Eventually, the three of you do finally make it back to the gateway, a sight you were surprised to be relieved by.

“Alright. Shall we?” Sindri invites the two of you and you can tell he's as ready to return as you are. You can imagine he is quite tired after the night the three of you have had and for that you could not blame him. With a shine the gateway opened, the three of you stepping through.

“I hate coming home empty-handed” Atreus complained aloud and you were maybe a bit thankful to be involved in the conversation again.

“After Tyr was such a failure, I just wanted to-”

“Now hang on, little Jötunn. Tyr might not be everything you expected, but a failure? You saved him from a terrible fate. That's not nothing” Sindri tried to comfort the downtrodden boy, something you would say he was actually doing quite well with at the moment.

“And hey, maybe he'll still be some help to us yet” you admire the optimism, but even you knew that the likelihood of that was very rare. Tyr seemed less than half the god he had been.

“Maybe…” Atreus’ voice waivers.

“But father's not gonna go along with this forever. He's probably got our next hiding place all picked out” he is fully convinced of the words he speaks after having clearly already accepted this as an option. Knowing Kratos you couldn't find a reason to doubt it yourself. He'd seemed adamant about secluding the four of you in that forest for as long as he possibly could. You wouldn't be surprised if he was looking to keep up such a streak.

“Well, let's not make it worse by getting caught” Sindri, seeming to know better than to deny such a possible reality, instead chooses to change the subject.

“When we get there, I'll cover our tracks at the gateway and slip around back. And you two just act natural. But…quickly” Sindri's plan is straightforward, though you can't help but see the gaping hole that requires the both of them to lie straight to Kratos’ face.

“Foolproof” you mutter, Sindri's head whipping around to look at you, face tightened at your tone.

“Well if you have a better idea then please, I'm all ears” he implors you but you simply sigh, head slightly shaking.

“I’m only suggesting that the next time you two run off to some other highly dangerous and reckless mission, maybe you should have some plan for how you are going to get away with it” he lets out a barking laugh at your words.

“Well you can talk to him about that. Mister ‘runs better on chaos’ over here seems to think planning is a waste of his precious time” he retorts, both of you turning an eye to Atreus. The boy simply waves the both of you off with a slight crinkle of his nose before stepping foot into the portal. Despite Sindri’s ask of hastiness, the boy takes his time on a leisurely stroll towards the front door. You can only imagine his nerves at the thought of lying to his father again, so you decide it best to leave him to it. Instead you take a seat at the edge of the roots right next to the portal as you feel it much more natural than following Atreus inside.

“And uh…what are you doing?” Sindri asks as he busies himself with quickly covering his tracks. You give a glance before turning back to start shaving away at wood once more.

“Acting natural” you answer as you easily spin the sharpened blade in your hands, soon angling it to where you need it most.

“Right, right…” he answers almost absentmindedly as he focuses on his work. Though you do catch him continuing to glance over at you.

“Is there something you wished to say?” You ask, not turning from the work in your hands. The question causes him to jump a little, perhaps surprised that you had even noticed.

“No! No, nothing at all!” He tries to assure you, though it is a rather poor attempt; and one he gives up quickly at that.

“You just seem…” he starts, though he's reluctant to finish. You stop your carving and fully turn back to him, held slightly tilted at his curious behavior.

“Seem what?” You push him a bit. You regret doing so immediately when his eyes swiftly turn away from yours again.

“Nothing, nothing- I should get going! Wouldn't want anyone getting suspicious!” he finishes the gateway, walking off quicker than you could question him again. The interaction sits heavily on you, a strange twisting in your stomach sending waves of confusion through your system. What could he have been talking about? You had a suspicion of many things. Maybe your cloak was old and worn enough that the flecks of your power shined through, or perhaps your little stagger had still not fallen from his mind. It shouldn't really matter to you. It was the opinion of a near stranger after all, what could it possibly mean to you? Still, no amount of convincing got rid of the strange feeling that began to bubble. So in some attempt to distract yourself you return to looking natural, even if his words threw you off quite a bit. It isn't a moment later before the front door opens again and a voice calls out.

“Y/n!” Atreus’ voice is easily recognizable. You turn your head, catching both him and Kratos at the door.

“Food's ready!” He calls before turning back to Kratos. You nod and easily pack your things once again and head your way back inside. The smell of fresh food flows even to the other side of the door and you imagine if it's anything like your last here, that you would be happy to eat. Anything to break the three winter's long deficit of flavor.

“Is this sausage?” Tyr speaks at the table as you make your way forward.

“Uh…sure, why not” Brok answers him not so convincingly. It seems everyone's already found their place so you pull up a chair and take your spot where you can. Perhaps a little unfortunate for you, it's beside Kratos. You do your best to hide the way your body wishes to fall into the seat, your weight held in your white-knuckled grip as you take your seat without too much of a grimace. It's one of the very few times you don't mind that he outright ignores your entrance. You begin to eat.

“I remember food tasting better” You nearly spit out your first bite at Tyr’s words, eyes blown wide at the side-ways comment. Brok doesn't seem to have nearly as much restraint when he spits out his bite directly into Sindri's face. You cringe a little at that, knowing that couldn't have been at all pleasant, let alone for someone with Sindri's…quirks.

“I suppose you'd like to try cookin’ for this lot” Brok nearly growls the words at him, taking high offense to the old god’s complaint.

“I accept!” Tyr almost enthusiastically agrees, dropping his spoon in his bowl with a splash that manages to come back on both you and Sindri.

“...what?” Brok seems almost confused at the answer, though you hardly pay any attention to that as you're wiping away the steaming liquid from your face. You finish doing so just in time to see Atreus reach behind Sindri to grab something from next to him. The action was something you'd find rather innocuous if it weren't for the way Sindris eyebrows creased and his lips tightened to a line. It's then that he locks eyes with you, his posture straightening quickly as he fails to hide his discomfort. You offer him an unused cloth from close by, considering his was covered in Brok's spit and spilled food. His eyes widen at this, but he takes the cloth willingly, using it to wipe his face down. It is rather unfortunate, then, that in his haste to remove the grime he manages to drop the cloth in the food. You can practically feel the irritation building under his skin as he glared down at his now soiled food.

“Atreus, Y/n, we were planning our next move” Kratos, either oblivious to any of the situations transpiring in front of him or just simply not caring, address the both of you.

“Oh. So…where we going?” The boy questions with about as much enthusiasm as you'd expect after having his little late-night adventure. He is tired, almost obviously so, and is definitely not excited to be heading back into hiding.

“Alfheim, home of the elves” You raise an eyebrow at those words. Surely he couldn't be planning on moving to Alfheim of all places?

“Alfheim? You hate Alfheim! Why would we move there?” The boy is about as confused as you are. Worse yet is that even Kratos seems thrown for a loop.

“Move there? No. We are seeking information” Kratos clarifies, though that only startles you more. What could have convinced him to possibly go further along with Atreus’ plan? You were almost positive with how irritable he's been recently that he was more than ready to tell the boy that you've all done enough and it was time to find a new place to stay.

“The shrine of Gróa, young one. Your father tells me you found it there” Tyr leans in, maybe a little too close for your comfort. But then again you can't imagine sitting at the small table was easy on him.

“Gróa? The knowledge keeper?” Atreus questions, not entirely following along for a moment.

“Ohh, maybe there's a secret there I can unlock!” the idea clicks and you have to admit, it's not the worst possible move for you all to make.

“Aye. Who better than the seer who saw everything?” Mimir pipes in and once again you're inclined to agree. You are sure there must be many more to discover with their own secret messages. But if any of them could reveal the truth about what was to come, it would be hers.

“I wasn't sure you um…” Atreus tries to stretch his luck. You lock eyes with the boy just in time to shut him up. You swear that he just had a knack for ruining any of the small wins he ever got with Mr. Grumbles.

“Nevermind. That's great, Alfheim!” Of course this would be one of the few times he ever listened to you.

“Hey, don't go forgettin’ this what'll get you there” Brok tosses a stone high and right towards Kratos. He catches it, though you're more drawn to the sudden sound of the table being slammed, your attention drawn to a not so happy Sindri.

“You know what?” He saids as all eyes fell on him, an airy and forced laugh poorly covering his clear frustration.

“I'm gonna build a bigger table” he announces, looking at all of you before presumably leaving to do just that. You think of quietly following him for a moment, but decide that you would much rather finish your food first. You needed the energy after all.

The table speaks of how this plan came to be, along with a few other tangents that you aren't too interested in listening to. It isn't long before Kratos finishes his food and leaves his chair to prepare for the mission. Tyr follows soon after, obviously not quite liking the food, and Atreus shovels the food in his mouth as quick as he can to catch up with his father, leaving just you and Brok at the table as he scarfed down Sindri's share.

“So, you fixin’ to leave with ‘em?” He asks, his eyes fixated to his food bowl. You give no response for a moment as you consider the idea. It would be nice to see Alfheim after so long, though you do imagine Fimbulwinter might have destroyed some of its beauty.

“Why do you ask? Do you need help with something?” You decide to question him. Perhaps if he had something for you to do you wouldn't mind staying here too much.

“Well I was guessin’ you wasn’t, considerin’ y’ain't got no good rest last night” The implications of his words take a moment for you to notice, though once you do you finally manage to look him in the eye.

“You know about last night?” You ask in a hushed tone and he looks entirely unamused.

“Course I do. Them’s two ain't exactly subtle” you manage to crack a smile at that, nodding along in agreement. A short silence casts over the two of you but he doesn't allow it to last long.

“So, you stayin’?” He asks again. His persistence on the question leaves you wondering if there might be more behind it. Your eyes must show it with how quickly he turns back down to his food.

“I…” you start, still not entirely sure if you really want to let Kratos win and stay where he wants you. Before you can come to a clear answer a loud clank in the distance catches your attention. Your eyes are drawn immediately to the workshop where Sindri was now throwing around all the items he was using without much care, his lips moving in mumbled inaudible words. When he begins to turn your direction you very swiftly look back down to your food. In the end, the dull achiness of your body is the last push you need to make your decision.

“I think I'll stay” you finally answer and though he doesn't ever like to show it, you can tell the answer relieved him somehow.

“Good” is all he says as he finishes his food and leaves the table. It isn't long before they all begin to head out. Kratos and Atreus go first, a quick wave in their direction tells them that you weren't going. Though Tyr, the last to follow behind the group, is the one who asks why.

“You aren't joining us?” He questions beside you. You turn to meet his gaze before shaking your head.

“No, I've had enough adventure for the time being” you answer him, though for some reason that doesn't usher him out of your business.

“Are you sure? There aren't very many chances to head to Alfheim these days. From what I've heard, at least” he pushes and that does seem to sway you a little. You had quite a fondness for Alfheim-

“Alright, alright! Ain't got time for hangin’ around now, they're waitin’!” Brok yells from across the room and it seems like that's enough to get Tyr moving again, perhaps even a little startled by the intrusion on your conversation.

“It seems I've overstayed my welcome. I will see you all soon…hopefully” he mutters the last word to himself and once his back is turned you can't help but send a questioning look Brok’s way. One that he pointedly ignores by the look of it. Soon enough their voices fade out and you finally finish your meal. You clean your bowl before deciding to finally find out what Brok is up to. However, upon turning around you see no trace of the blue bastard that had put it in your mind to stay. Figures. Instead, all you hear is Sindri’s frustrated mumblings just under the sound of clanking and cutting. By the looks of it, he really did hop right to making a new table.

You decide it better not to just work through that frustration himself. In the meantime, you set to cleaning up the mess that the group had brought around in just one meal. You soon get to Sindri's bowl of food, having been eaten by Brok and left at the table. You frown a little at that, sending yet another glance in the grumbling golden-plated dwarf's direction. You take the bowl and clean it before putting it away. Eventually, you decide it's good enough, and instead find a spot to sit and pass the time with a bit of carving. It's only a few moments into this that you realize how truly and utterly exhausted your body has become. Your eyes, almost painful in their dryness, beg for you to close them. And your hands, as much as you will them to cut, seem almost reluctant to listen to you. Despite your resistance and unwillingness to simply allow it, sleep manages to take hold of you and you fall into the dark abyss of dreams.

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Sindri allows his mind to become fully consumed by his work. His hands moved clumsily at first, irritation guiding them more than any practiced ease, but eventually it all melts into pure concentration and focus. His problems pour away as time ticks ever farther out of memory. This was his home, his sanctuary, a place where he could forget his every ailment and allow his spirit to bleed and infuse with every piece of wood and metal that met his hands. A master at his craft, a genius at his given field, there was practically nothing that could break this perfect, quiet, ethereal-

“When’re ya gonna learn not to waste good food?” Brok’s far-too-close-for-comfort voice shatters his focus immediately. He just about jumps away, his hammer dropping from his hands only to be quickly saved from the inevitable loud clank by none other than the irritant himself. Sindri quickly regains his composure and oh boy does broken focus set him ablaze.

“What are you-!”

“Hey- hey! Shut your damn yap! Finally got that fucker sleepin’” Brok uncharacteristically shushes him, which has Sindri blinking at him as if he'd grown a second head.

“What in all the nine realms are you talking about?!” Sindri near demands, voice lowered to a normal volume this time. Brok points a thumb to his side and when Sindri leans over the counter he sees you passed out on the chair they still have sitting out there. Sindri doesn't really get a good look before Brok quickly catches his attention again.

“Now’re you gonna eat this? ‘Cause I'm gonna if y’ain't, I am” Sindri looked at what Brok could possibly be talking about, only to see that a maybe not so fresh bowl had been sat down on the workbench. His bowl, as seen by the name etched on the side.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my bowl- This joke isn't even funny-!”

“Hush yer damn mouth ya fuckin’ yapper!” Brok hushed him again, his eyes glancing to your sleeping form for a moment before turning back with a relieved sigh.

“All’s I did was pour another bowl for you. But if y'ain't gonna eat the fuckin' food, I will” Brok’s clarification quickly turned his indignation back into confusion, eyebrows knitting and arms unfolding.

“Oh…” Sindri speaks softly, regretting his harsh tone even if only a little.

“Did you clean the bowl?” He asks and Brok seems to consider something before he lets out a huff.

“Sure did. Cleaned it extra for the prince in need. Made sure to leave it far away from his royal highnesses work too. All perfect for you, your majesty-”

“Alright alright, you can stop now” Sindri waves his hands to stop Brok's sarcastic whining. With very clear hesitancy he goes to finally eat from the bowl. The taste of the food nearly doubles his already deep hunger, so the next few bites are without any pause whatsoever. Brok seems a little agitated, likely because he didn't get a third portion of food this morning, but he doesn't seem too bothered when he enters the shop. It's silent for a long moment as, to Sindri's complete and utter bewilderment, Brok sets up his work as quiet as a mouse.

“What’re you gawkin’ at. Look ‘bout ready to lose your damn jaw” Brok breaks the silence as he continues his quiet collecting of tools and resources.

“Since when did you start caring about anyone's beauty sleep” Sindri prods, a bit of contempt shown in the uncommon treatment. Brok simply waves a dismissive hand in his direction, never once even glancing at him.

“S’none’a yer business” is the only answer he gives, only further irritating Sindri.

“Okay, no, this is getting a little far past being able to ignore” Sindri sets down his food, arms crossed again and eyes staring directly at his brother. Brok, a little taken aback by his sudden hostility, finally looks up from the task at hand.

“How do you two know each other?” The question comes with an accusation this time, something Brok simply rolls his eyes at, though there is a sudden tightness in his features.

“I'd done already told you, I met ‘em half dead fightin’ Draugr, the fuck else you want from me” his tone is rougher, or at least much less flippant than it was just a few moments ago. Sindri can sniff the bullshit of that answer about a million miles away now.

“And?” Sindri continues to prod, Brok huffing at the microscope Sindri had just placed on him.

“And the fuck what” Brok snaps at him a little, eyebrows drawing downward in a way that dared him to keep going down this path. Sindri obliged.

“And what else! We both know this behavior isn't exactly all that common with you. What, were the two of you like, a thing-?”

“Of course the fuck not!” Brok swiftly shuts down that line of thinking, his nose upturned at the very idea of it.

“Then what is it!” Sindri once again pushes at him, digging for an answer. For a moment he's almost sure Brok is about to lay into him, quietness be damned, but he deflated just as suddenly, a loud sigh removing all the tension in his face in favor of a slightly defeated look. Brok turns his back to him, hands absentmindedly placing things where they need to be; or maybe just placing them wherever he feels like. There's a long silence that more than doubles the sudden dread building in Sindri's chest. He wonders if perhaps he did finally push too far this time, that this really was something personal he shouldn't go digging around in. It almost startles him when Brok begins to speak again.

“They’re lost” he finally admits, his tone suddenly entirely unreadable. Sindri's tense posture loosened at his words, curiosity biting at his very being as he leaned ever closer. Brok's words could mean a million things, though not very many seemed all that great to hear.

“What do you mean?” Sindri's voice is much softer now, no longer needing to poke and prod to get an answer, though he is still clearly irritated. Another short bout of silence passes before Brok answers again.

“They're driftin’ through without a damn clue’a what's up’er down, can't get a grip without tearing something apart. Don't got nothin’ left to guide ‘em. Lost in every meanin’ of the word” Brok's words are quiet, almost like he's mumbling them to himself. Sindri is left a little stunned by his openness, the description more disheartening than he could have predicted. Still though, it does little to explain his behavior. The two of them have met hundreds, if not thousands of lost souls over the years. All on their own paths of pain and destruction, all with their own problems and issues that they needed help with. What was so special about you?

The question lingered with him for a long moment, echoing through his mind. Even though the sentiment of the question rang true, it still struck him negatively. He couldn't quite understand why you seemed so different. You stuck out, catching his attention practically since the beginning. Your connections dug into the roots of everyone he held close, wedging your way into every aspect of his life before he even knew who you were. And what was stranger yet was that you just felt so damn familiar. As if he should already know you; as if he did. It felt almost as if his mind had been wiped of your existence, but the presence of you still lingered. A reminder in your eyes; the ghost of deja vu written in your face. He wondered if Brok felt the same. If that was why he ever cared enough to get to know so much about you.

“So you've taken it upon yourself to ‘guide’ them then” his words come out perhaps a bit more harsh than he meant them. The mix of this strange feeling along with his brother's even weirder behavior has thrown him for a bit of a loop, if he were being honest.

“Hel no. I ain't what they need and we both knows it. I'm only doin’ for them what I've done for you your whole fuckin’ life” his voice is strained, a slight bit of animosity hidden in his breath as he finishes up and heads out of the shop. Sindri blubbers for a moment, the implication seeming not so kind.

“And what's that” he sneers at him, not even attempting to hide the annoyance Broks words brought him.

“Make sure you sons’a bitches don't work yourselves damn near to death” he speaks over his shoulder before heading out the front door, leaving no room for Sindri to speak back, though it isn't like Sindri even makes the attempt. After all, this isn't the first time Brok has ever made such a comment. Still though, it does manage to squirm its way under his skin. With all motivation zapped right out of him after such a tense conversation Sindri only finds the energy to finish his food. But it's hard to still himself for long as a heavy feeling lays itself in his chest. So he tries to distract himself with something else; a task he finds quite difficult when he realizes the house is almost entirely clean already. A miracle, considering the way they all had been eating. It isn't long before he realizes that it simply can't be that clean after such a meal, his eyes not too long after drawing towards the likely culprit that lay sleeping only a few steps away.

He finds that he almost can't help but study you for a moment, Brok's words ringing in his mind over and over again. He can't manage to hide the slight frown that falls on his face at the thoughts, though he soon manages to tear his eyes away long enough to clear his mind just a bit. He tried to put thoughts of you aside for now and found it a bit concerning when that took a little more effort than it should. He knows then that he should probably go get some air. So he packs a few things away before putting on his warmest hat and heading out to get some more wood for the table.

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[arvolna]

Freyr: OMG YOURE SO TALL YOU ARE LIKE A GIRAFFE!

Odin disguised as Tyr: and you're like a baked bean.

Freyr: A-A BAKED - A BAKED BEAN?!

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Freya, talking with Njörd: So as I was saying Father, Freyr and I will sneak up from-

Freyr, high af:Quack quack

Freya:... Sneak up from-

Freyr: Quack quack

Freya:... From-

Freyr: Quack quack

Freya:... I will sneak up from behind and attack while Freyr goes up to them as a bait with his Quacking.

Freyr: OH QUACK NO!

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Hildisvini: Are you high again?

Freyr:... No.

Hildisvini: your dad is gonna beat you up.

Freyr: Nuh uh.

Freya: tf you mean Nuh uh??!!

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Nerthus: Freyr is this... What í think it is?

Freyr: Oh yeah mom those are my girlfriend's underwear I'll bring it to her tomorrow.

Nerthus: I MEANT THE PIPE-

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Freya: So I was helping kratos cook yesterday and he-

Freyr: decided to break up with you and said that the wants to marry me and make me his own?

Freya:... No? WTF?

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idk it's the best I can think of.

Freyr: love you all <3333

[sunraies]

hiiii can u do rafe x reader? she is really shy and a very nice person and maybe she is jj twin and one day she is just browsing on a second habd bookstore cause obvi she cant afford to buy books all the time and rafe sees her there cause he took weezy there and he buys the books that she looked more interested at and later he approaches her and jj all protective

idk where i want it to go🤣 u can be tyr judge

thank uuuu

This is so cute! I hope this does the request justice. x

Second-Hand Books

Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Warnings - Fluff, protective JJ, Reader is JJ's sister, but no description given. Hints of Luke being a shit dad.

As requested above

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You loved the second-hand bookstore in Kildare. It sometimes felt like a second home. Its name and sign was by no means magical "Secondhand Books" written in cursive golden letters, but the atmosphere was.

The old converted shop was a treasure trove of wonders, tucked away in a little side alley. It smelt like an old library with its shelves filled with countless stories and adventures waiting to be picked up and read. There were plants dotted all around, and even ivy tangled amongst the fairy lights on the ceiling.

Mixed matched lamps, tables, and plush armchairs were scattered around. If you caught Ms. Peggy, on a good day, she would let you sit and read until closing. The old lady enjoyed your company, often making you tea and giving you cookies.

You returned the favour by helping clean, unbox shipments, and take orders. You never accepted a penny from her, even if it was desperately needed it.

"Wheeze, why are we here?" You knew that voice as it carried through the aisles. "The store up the road has brand new books, not these dusty, old shit ones."

"They aren't dusty. Some are old. But none are shit." the youngest Cameron's voice protested. "I like it here. Plus, there is no chance of finding first editions of classics in that one"

"Just look online." Rafe sighed as you peaked around the corner.

He stood close to the door, which bell had jingled as they entered, with his hands stuffed in his shorts pockets. The backwards baseball cup gave him a boyish charm as his sunglasses were tucked into the collar of his pink tee.

He looked a little out of place, but only by his uninterested expression. Rafe Cameron would most likely fit in anywhere if he wasn't jugding his surroundings.

Wheezie, on the other hand, had a smile so bright as she practically skipped into the store. "There is no fun in that. You can't smell the books"

"You're a weird kid, Wheeze." Rafe shook his head, but you caught the small smile as he watched his baby sister happily search the shelves.

"Shut up and help look for Little Women." Wheezie called over her shoulder. "Make sure it's first edition"

You were shocked as Rafe chuckled and held up his hands before helping Wheezie look. He checked the higher shelves that she was unable to reach.

One problem with Ms. Peggy was her store had no order to it. You had offered to organise and arrange in alphabetical order, but she claimed it took away the magic of finding the perfect book.

"Here." You smiled as you approached Wheezie. Rafe had given up looking about 20 minutes ago and was slumped in an armchair, scrolling on his phone. "It's not a first edition, but the cover is beautiful."

"Oh. It's beautiful!" Wheeze smiled, taking the book and admiring the cover. "It's ok, I just said that, so it would give me more time in here." she whispered, making you laugh.

Your laugh caught Rafe’s attention as he quickly glanced up from his phone. His eyes looked you up and down.

Damn, how did you look so beautiful. He was sure he'd seen the crop top you were wearing on Kie before, but it looked so much better on you. He loved the way your shorts hugged your ass and waist. He even smiled a little at the shell anklet at the top of your greyish white Converse.

"You find it?" He asked, having shook the thoughts from his mind and tucking his phone into his back pocket.

"Yeah, Miss Maybank helped me," Wheezie smiled, remembering her manners, even if you were the same age as Sarah. "But I wanna look around some more."

Rafe sighed and rolled his eyes at her pleading look. "Alright, fine. One hour, and then we gotta go."

As Wheezie bounced around the store, he flopped back into the chair, even picking up a book from the table and glancing at it.

What you didn't realise was that as you looked away, he would glance over the top of the book every so often and watched as you moved around the store. He noticed that you would read the back of a book, flick to the first page before smiling and tucking under your arm if you like it.

"Just the one, Ms Peg." You smiled at the old lady behind the till before digging into your old, tattered, looking tote bag and pulling out your purse.

"I can put the others to the side for you, dear." She offered as you had walked up to the till with a pile of five.

"It's ok. If they are gone by next week, then it wasn't meant to be." You said as handed her the cash.

You didn't know why you even admitted to buying all five as you should have known your card would bounce. Maybe this time, you had just been hoping that Luke, your father, hadn't run up the credit bill.

You wished a goodbye to Wheezie as she walked up the counter with a pile of books and even gave Rafe a smile and wave as you left the store.

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The sound of a dirt bike coming up the road broke you out of the world you were emersied in. You had been reading your new book on the creaky old porch swing on the porch outside. Enjoying the evening coolish before sunset.

At first, you thought it was JJ coming home, but then you realised he'd come home an hour ago with John B and Pope. You could hear them laughing in the house.

"JJ?!" You called into the window open as you stood up, placing your book on your blanket. "Are you guys expecting anyone?"

You were a little nervous as unplanned visits from people not in the Twinkie or Kie's car normally meant your father or JJ had caused trouble.

The rider stopped a few feet away, and your eyes widened in shock as Rafe Cameron removed his helmet. His hair tousled from the helmet and his cheeks little pink.

"Rafe?" You frowned and hugged your hoodie around your body as you hid your hands in your sleeves.

He looked a little unsure of himself as he walked over to you, a cotton tote bag in his hand. "These are for you." He held the bag out to you as he glanced around, not looking at you directly.

You took the bag, completely confused before gasping as you looked inside. It was the books you had to leave at the store.

Before you even had a chance to question it or say thank you, the screen door burst open as JJ came flying out "What the fuck are you doing here, Kook?"

You tried to pull him back as he got right in Rafe’s face "Jayj. Stop"

JJ looked between you and Rafe "What the fuck did he say to you?" He asked you before turning to Rafe again "What'd you say?"

"What's it to you, Pogue" Rafe looked like he was trying to hold back his anger but with JJ right in his personal space it was hard.

"Stay away from my sister, pretty boy" JJ pushed Rafe a little "Get the fuck outta here"

John B and Pope appeared in the doorway but before they could back up JJ, you got between the two that were squaring up to each other.

You stood with your back to Rafe as you spoke to JJ but could feel him breathing heavily behind you.

"Jayj. Go back inside" You sighed and got annoyed as he stared at Rafe over your head "JJ, go the fuck back inside. I will call if I need you"

It took you actually pushing JJ a little for him to snap out of it. He looked at you before nodding "He tries anything. We beat him. He's on our terf now"

You rolled your eyes "I'm sure, he won't. But sure, you boys can protect your territory if needed"

You knew Rafe was taking a risk being in The Cut, especially after the stunt he pulled the other week. You knew why the boys were bitter as you hadn't been too happy either after finding out he'd jumped Pope at the Country Club.

You watched JJ walk backwards and stand on the porch with the others. You sighed before turning to face Rafe.

"I can't take these." You held the bag out to him, but he stook his head.

"They're yours," He said, rubbing the neck of his neck. He seemed nervous and not because of the boys glaring at him from the porch. "Bin them, read them, do whatever you want with them."

You looked in the bag again before smiling. "Thank you, Rafe." You smiled at him.

"I better go." He sighed after nodding at your thanks. He looked like he wanted to say more but walked back to his bike

"Bye," JJ yelled. "Don't come back. The Cu- Ow!" You cut him off as you shoved into his shoulder

"You guys are fucking unbelievable" You muttered walking into the house, leaving them looking offerened at each other.

As you sat on your bed, you pulled the books out of the bag before finding a note, tucked into one of them. Your heart fluttered as you read it.

'I would buy you all the books in the world, just to see that smile - R'

[boybandposter]

[One Shot: Somethin’ Stupid]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Everett 🤍

⤷𐙚 prompt: the song “Somethin’ Stupid” - Nancy and Frank Sinatra

⤷𐙚 word count: 2.0k

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The snow always seemed to amaze Everett every time he saw it fall from the sky. Whether by great force or a gentle flow, it was mesmerizing. But there was always a competitor for his attention. And it was you. Everything you did felt as though it were from a movie scene and your words from a perfectly written script.

He considered himself lucky to even be considered a friend after how poorly he had treated you at first. Ignoring you for days on end, pushing you away at any given opportunity, and wishing the worst for you until he finally realized he was the problem. The day you finally broke past his barriers was the day he healed, slowly but surely. But what pained him the most was how irrevocably smitten he was with you. To Everett, being ‘friends’ wasn’t enough for him. You were the one he thought of at the end of the day, with your comforting texts and a smile. Gods, he loved you so much that it made his stomach flip.

Everett was more than content to keep your relationship platonic— mostly out of fear and uncertainty. He was far from perfect physically and emotionally, and he knew it. Although he knew of all your struggles and heartaches, none of those felt like flaws to him. They only made it more endearing in his eyes, and he wished he could simply take away your insecurities and problems.

Everett sighed as he stared at his reflection in his mirror. And to his dismay, it was the same disappointment every morning. His hand rested against the rim of his sink, his eyes scanning over his missing limb. Maybe if he wasn’t like this, it would be easier to work up the confidence to ask to be your boyfriend. He pinched the bridge of his nose before he began getting ready for the day. He showered and got dressed, placing his cloak over the right side of his body with a bitter shake of his head. He wasn’t sure why he felt so resentful of it lately after living with this burden for years.

The small comfort the day provided was that the two of you were going out for a walk in the freshly fallen snow, admittedly something he had been looking forward to since he heard the weather report. It was an unspoken tradition the two of you shared, and he wouldn’t trade it for all the riches of the earth. The two of you would meet at a nearby park in Gyrate, walk for a few miles (with you on his left, just in case anything happened), he would listen to every word you said, and then you two would part for the day.

After leaving his house, Everett maintained a quick pace to ensure he would beat you there. Out of habit of course, not because he wanted to see you walk up to him. That would be silly, wouldn’t it?

Once he arrived, he impatiently patiently waited for you to show up. And there you were, approaching him with a warm grin and a hug. Anyone would’ve instantly noticed the way he melted under your touch and the smile that spread across his pale features. Once you let go, he cleared his throat to collect himself a bit before extending his arm. “Shall we?” He asked you in a gentle voice, much like the other times he speaks to you. Ever since you two became friends, he’s never once raised his voice against you. And he would make sure to keep it that way after his previous mistakes.

You nodded curtly and interlocked your arm with his own. The quiet morning was soothing and held a specific charm of its own. You admired the wildflowers peeking through the early winter snow and the birds that cuddled against one another to keep warm. You hadn’t even noticed your lack of movement until Everett glanced at you silently, “What’s going on in that brain of yours, y/n?”

“I was just thinking— well, I was watching the birds.” You said as you stared up at the two small creatures. You couldn’t explain why, but you felt so envious of the birds. But they were only animals, so it shouldn’t have mattered.

Everett shifted his weight, hardly sparing a glance at the birds. Instead, his gaze was focused on the small details of your face, from the curve of your nose to the soft pursing of your lips. “They remind me of something I dream about.” Everett’s words were concise as he continued to tug you along the trail. The birds chirped from behind you and you spared them a fleeting glance from over your shoulder.

Quiet words of teasing came from your lips, and mentions of the previous day from Everett. An hour of aimless walking brought them back to the spot where they had originally met, and his pace had slowed subconsciously. Suddenly an idea crossed his mind, but the thought of it made his stomach do flips. But he really couldn’t handle this any longer— he had to confess today. Everett cleared his throat abruptly, “Hey, do you want me to walk you home? I don’t have anything else for today and I want to make sure you’re safe.”

You stared up into his eyes, the violet hue capturing your attention as it had many times before. The way he carefully leaned over you made your heart skip a beat, making your breath hitch. “Why would I even say no?” You raised an eyebrow and giggled, “You don’t even have to ask me, okay?”

His eyes softened and he nodded softly, humming in response. He knew he would fumble over his words if he tried speaking, so he gave up. Even as you two walked towards your apartment, your words replayed in his mind over and over. Something about the air between you two felt so different this time, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. Everett wasn’t super talkative in the first place, but this time felt a little different. All he did was look at you, over and over. Was there something on your face? No, he would’ve told you. Your hair? Your makeup? Your mind wracked over any possible answer, and you soon found yourself at your doorstep.

You quietly picked at your gloves as you waited for him to say anything at all. It made you wonder why he wanted to escort you home if he wasn’t going to say anything. Just as you opened your mouth to tell him goodbye, Everett gently hushed you. “I’m sorry y/n. I just… please wait.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “Wait for what? Is something wrong?” All your past worries melted away as genuine concern laced your voice. You’ve never heard him sound so… distressed. He sounded as though he would pass out at any given moment, but his eyes were resolute as always. Your eyes watched his fist clench and relax periodically before his eyes flicked down to yours. “Y/n, what would you do if I said ‘I love you’?” Everett wanted to bite his tongue in shame and immediately felt the sting of regret. Everett shook his head as he began muttering something incoherent to your ears.

And you? You would say you were shocked, but you weren’t expecting those words to come from Everett. The tips of your ears burned out of the sudden nervousness that filled your thoughts. But I’m the back of your mind, something screamed at you to ramble about your feelings to him. And yet nothing came from your slacked jaw, and you watched Everett’s gaze falter.

“I’m sorry, I— I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget what I said.” Everett turned quickly and was about to walk away before you grabbed his arm desperately. He stopped in his tracks and yet refused to look at you.

“Wait, I’m not upset,” Your voice felt weak as you managed to speak, “I just… it caught me off guard.”

“I really should go. I’m sorry for bothering you y/n.”

Everett broke out of your grip and stepped away from your doorstep. His words nearly made your heart break, but you were determined to get him to listen to you. “I would say it back.”

The world itself went still, even the birds' songs were quiet to your ears. One could’ve truly heard a pin drop, and you’ve never once believed it to be true. Your heart thudded underneath your chest as you waited for a reaction. Anything would be better than the deafening silence.

Everett came to an immediate halt after your response. Had he heard you right..? He turned to face you with furrowed brows, “Are you—“

“Yes. Everett I… I love you.”

Everett stiffened and felt his pale skin flush from the tips of his ears to the end of his nose. Why on earth was she being so forward with him all of a sudden? His heart rate must’ve doubled within seconds and his head was spinning like crazy. He took a few tentative steps in your direction, his broad frame shadowing over you. Without thinking, his hand ghosted over your coat until it reached your face.

His hand lingered just above the skin of your cheek, hesitating to make the slightest contact. His fingers grazed your jaw softly, matching the look in his eye. “Forgive me…” Everett’s words were but a whisper, his soft breath brushed against your lips.

Before you could ask why he was asking for forgiveness, he gently kissed you without warning. You immediately melted into his touch, with your hands pressing against his chest to steady the both of you. Even though he didn’t want to stop, Everett pulled away from the kiss. He felt so embarrassed that he couldn’t even look you in the eye. Had he just done that?

“Just so you know,” You spoke up, your voice grabbing his attention, “I forgive you. And I’ll forgive you a thousand times over if that’s what it takes to get a kiss.”

Your words must’ve given him another dose of courage because he finally held your gaze for longer than a few seconds. It frustrated him that he couldn’t speak up, but at this rate, he was going to pass out. His vigorously nodded his head and held your hand with his own.

The feeling of his calloused palm soothed you, and it just felt so right. Everything about this felt as though the stars themselves were aligning in your favor. Everett traced his thumb over the back of your hand before lifting it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Thank you, y/n. But I’ll ask you officially, I promise. So please, wait for me. Okay?”

You smiled warmly and nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest. This felt completely surreal, but you somehow managed to keep your composure. “I’ve waited long enough, I think I can wait just a little longer Everett.”

“Then you’ll meet me tomorrow night at 7? I’ll pick you up from your apartment, and wear something nice. N-not that you don’t look nice all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he faltered on his words, and you shut him up by placing a peck on his lips. “Don’t be late.”

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⤷𐙚 author’s note: the amount of time this took me was frustrating— I thought I had the idea down but I flopped— I’ll get to pt2 eventually ! Idk when or how to script pt2 but it feels unfulfilled without it