#book one had me so invested so ofc i have to draw it out now that the official designs r out

[qwakque]

it shined more brightly than any gem could,,

[bookwyrminspiration]

hey! I'm relatively new here :3 just wanted to say that I just got back into the kotlc fandom and I'm obsessed with the wings au- it's one of the first not-xreader fanfics I've genuinely enjoyed and gotten so invested in. I love the qpr-ish relationships between the characters and the way you wrote them all! the wing designs are just- *chef's kiss* and the story line behind it too- I could go on all day about it. You've honestly inspired me to try writing my own aus! I was wondering if I could post fanart of the designs? I'd be sure to credit+tag you ofc

You're such an amazing writer!

Oh my gosh this ask is so sweet I legitimately read it and straight up stopped what I was doing for a solid 20 seconds to smile at my phone. I'm sitting here like !!!!! and covering my face

Also welcome to/back to the fandom! It's fairly small overall and relatively stagnant at the moment (the two year gap between books has really changed things), but there's a solid handful of us who are here and refuse to let go :)

I'm absolutely thrilled that you love the dynamics between the characters because I think that was one of the things I was the most...not nervous, but unsure about? Not that I didn't want to do it, because I very much did, but it's generally a different dynamic than a lot of the other fics in the fandom. All the ship fics are wonderful, I was just very aware that I was intentionally flat out ignoring all romance in a fandom that loves it. I wanted to go for a "they're all a family and it's like they've always been a family and they trust each other and are there for each other without hesitation or awkwardness" kinda thing. I have one note from my original layout that just says "(domestic)" when talking about all of them.

The wing designs!! I love them all so much and it was so fun to try and figure out what to do for each of them. I was trying to do wings that were a little more obvious for the characters and wouldn't require anyone to really search up anything to figure out why they had them, more follow a mental association. Like with Linh's dragonfly wings, dragonfly you think water and Linh is a water person! The added detail of her wings specifically relating to dragons was a bonus play on words there, but do you get what i mean about the association? That's what I was going for.

The story line! It has developed so much since I first wrote it there are things happening that I never planned for and things that I meant to do that got completely ignored, but I love where the au has ended up and where it's going. It is still heading towards its original ending, but it's gotten there a different way and with different dynamics and important characters. Like Phoenix (the girl) originally was just a throwaway character from the first chapter that got the kotlcrew out of a sticky situation and made them face some things as they did so, but then someone asked about her and I went...wait a minute you're right why is she there? And now she's got a lot of relevance to like. Literally everything happening.

It's so cool that it's inspired you--if you ever do write/draw/make your own aus I'd love to see them! And if you ever have any questions on how I've made mine I love to talk about everything always, so you'll probably get a lot more information than you could ever want

As for fanart, of course!! I love seeing fanart of the au it always such a delight. Please do tag me, that way I can see it!! It's so cool to see how people interpret the words I've put down because I almost never have a concrete image in my head. I'm just going for vibes and then those vibes become different things to different people and it's so fun to see.

Thank you so so much for all the compliments this ask seriously made my day, I absolutely love hearing peoples' thoughts on the wings au. I was actually just writing for it before I answered this, so have a little teaser quote!!

“Here, this is a good example,” came Biana’s voice behind her, and she whirled back around, watching those flecks of light condense and merge and assemble themselves into the shape of her friend, her sister.

[brandyllyn]

I've been granted any request you say?

Ok so, Max...

He's often the one who teases her to death. But what about if he has some work to do and she decides to be an absolute pest. He's working on his laptop and she goes and bites his ear. He resists, but she stands in front of him naked finally getting his attention. Does our vampire fly or levitate? Because I picture him going feral and pushing her to the wall and just destroying her (in an amorous way ofc)

I used to have shame, I swear. But I regret nothing.

So this request was offered and accepted pre follower celebration and I'm only just finishing it up.

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Max Phillips x f!reader Words: 1.2k Rating: Explicit. blood and biting. fingering. masturbation (f)

"Max," you whined, rubbing you hands over his shoulders and then down his chest, crowding up against his back. He was at his desk, frowning at some spreadsheet on his laptop you didn’t bother to try and understand. "C’mon. It’s bedtime."

"Then go to bed," he mumbled, fingers clacking away at his computer.

"I want to go with you."

"I’m working."

You sighed, nuzzling into his neck. "You work too much."

"Someone has to pay for this apartment."

You frowned, "I thought vampires were super rich?"

"Give me a few years to get my investment portfolio really cooking and we’ll be set." He lifted your hands from his chest and pushed you away slightly. "In the meantime I have to work."

You pouted but turned away. It wasn’t the first time you’d gone to bed without him, but you had just bought a new lacey thing you were hoping he might like.

A thought occurred to you.

"Okay babe, I’ll see you in a bit." You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, nibbling softly on his ear as you pulled away. He groaned and leaned back into you before catching himself.

"Minx."

You didn’t answer, just hummed as you went back to the bedroom, digging out the little box with it’s tissue paper wrapped surprise inside it. You held it up for a moment and frowned, finally digging out your phone to see how to translate what seemed to be a 2-D object to your 3-D body. You studied the photo of the model, giving it a skeptical look before trying it on yourself. You got the straps wrong the first two times and had to start over but eventually you were pulling into place - fluffing your breasts to show them to the best advantage.

Grabbing a random book from the night stand you sauntered back to Max’s office. Careful to not really catch his attention, you settled into the large chair near the window, just inside his peripheral vision.

"Mind if I read with you for a bit?"

"No just be-" he glanced up at you and froze, preternaturally still. His eyes raked over your body. You had draped yourself in the chair a little, one knee up so you could settle your book against your thigh.

"Just be what?"

"Good," he growled.

"I’m way over here," you pointed out, shifting slightly, watching Max’s eyes follow your breasts.

He growled again and you heard the sound of his fingers resuming on the keyboard.

The small book of erotica had been a gift ages ago from a friend and you’d never had a chance to read it. The first story didn’t interest you and you flipped past it quickly. Neither did the second. But the third…

You bit you lip as your eyes scanned the page. Two people were out on a top secret mission and they were really into each other. They started out teasing but before long he had her on her knees choking on his cock.

You squirmed in your chair a little, rubbing your thighs together. Barely noticing the small moan. Max’s eyes flew to yours but you avoided his gaze, biting your lip while you read about the man fucking into the woman’s mouth.

"Stop that."

Max’s words jolted you out of the story and you looked up at him with a frown.

"Stop what?"

"Whatever it is you’re doing that’s making your heart rate speed up and your pussy wet. I can hear it. I can smell it."

"It’s just because you’re here."

He shot you a smirk then his brows drew together. "Nice try. Behave yourself."

You nodded solemnly and shifted in the chair, 'accidentally' dropping your book. Sighing you stood and turned your back on Max, bending at the waist to retrieve it.

"Fuck."

You stayed bent over, looking back at him with wide eyes. "What?"

His jaw was clenched and you watched as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "You know you’re going to pay for this later right?"

"That seems like a problem for future me." You stood up again, settling back into your chair. Idly you began to stroke one finger around your nipple, barely holding back the soft moan.

"What are you reading?"

"A book."

"What about?"

You didn’t tell him, just started reading from where you’d left off. "He’s got both hands in her hair, her hands on his hips, and he’s fucking her face and fucking hell he can already feel himself coming. Feel his balls drawing tighter, his toes curling in his boots…"

"Fuck," Max growls and you hear the sound of his fist hitting the desk. You dare a glance up at him and see a stern expression on his face, his shoulders tense.

“’If you don’t want a throat full of cum," you continue reading, sliding a hand down your body, "you need to move. Now,’ he warns. But she doesn’t, just opens those beautiful eyes and stares into his soul and she swallows every last drop he gives her."

You cut yourself off with a low moan, dipping your fingers under the band of your lingerie and slowly circling your clit. From under your eyelashes you can see Max staring at his computer screen, nostrils flaring.

Ok, time for your secret weapon. You hated doing it but… you reached into the back of the book, the the small object you’d tucked inside. It had come in one of your beauty kits, a thin metal handle with a tiny loop on one end and a needle sharp point on the other. You had no idea what it was for but it would work for what you needed.

Setting the book down you gently took the object in your hand and set the needle point to the skin of your sternum. Slowly, deliberately, you slid it just under your skin, wincing slightly as you pulled it across in a thin line.

Blood welled up.

Every muscle in Max’s body went tense.

Slowly, with deliberate care, he turned to look at you. Your fingers between your thighs, your other hand slowly drawing the little droplets of blood down your skin.

You’d never seen Max teleport before, but he did have incredible speed, and he was by your side in a flash. His hand replacing yours between your thighs, his tongue slowly licking at the wound you’d made.

"Max," you whined, "I was reading."

"The fuck you were," he growled. His arms lifted you out of the chair and walked you to his desk, laying you out over it and never taking his mouth from your skin. He added another finger inside you, stroking in short, sharp jerks of his hand. "You’re a menace."

Ok, that wasn’t fair. "I’m a menace? Me?"

Max groaned an affirmative, slipping his thumb up to rub along your clit. "If I make you come will you leave me alone?"

"No."

A growl so low as to be almost a purr rumbled up from him. "That’s my good girl."

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A/N: The erotic story that you’re reading is my own Triple Frontier fic, War makes thieves and peace hangs them...

[sunflowerhazzavol6]

Cherry

A/N- Heres little quarantine blurb! Since it seems we’re all stuck in this shitty social distancing situation, might as well pretend you’re getting high with Harry ;) marijuana usage (ofc) with a little angst and a whole lot of fluff!

“Make me a sandwich?” Harry asks, not even glancing up from his very important activity of picking at his fingernails.

Y/n laughs a bit from the kitchen, watching as the water from the tap fills up her glass. “If I wasn’t so damn bored I would call you out on how sexist that sounds. Do you actually want one or are you just joking?”

“Only kidding.” He sighs, staring at his socked feet on the coffee table in front of him. He wiggles them just to be sure that they’re real, that he’s in fact still alive and not a sack of bones and skin on the sofa. He lets out an exasperated yell as he throws his head back, looking from the top of his eyes at his girlfriend across the room. She snorts a laugh, moving to stand behind him and play with his hair. “I’m going to lose it if I don’t get out of here, I swear, y/n.”

“Mhm. So remind me again, what position was it that you took last week when I told you that you were a bit hyperactive?”

“That I wasn’t?”

“Funny how that played out.”

Harry rolls his eyes and reaches back to pinch her side in annoyance before sitting up and turning around to face her. He liked the way she looked now. Y/n was usually very invested in fashion and her appearance- she was like him in that way. They both liked to express themselves through what they wore and how they carried themselves. But she was absolutely stunning as she was right now- his Fleetwood Mac t-shirt brushing against the swell of her thigh, black leggings traveling down to her ankles. He especially loved when she kept her hair like this, unstyled and wavy, unruly due to the constant laying around the house. He sighs a bit in appreciation, tugging on a small curl by her shoulder.

“I hate to say it, but i’m also tired of having sex even.”

Y/n seems to sigh in relief, and he laughs. “I know. Isn’t that awful? It’s not that the sex is bad-”

“...by any means…”

“It’s just that you can only do the same activity so many times in a day, you know?”

“I know.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around her middle. “At least we won’t get the Quarantine 15.” This draws a laugh from her belly, and he can’t help but to feel a sense of pride in that he caused it with little effort. They really were delirious from the isolation.

“And I feel so guilty.” Her arms slide around his shoulders as she hooks her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck. “Because we’re at your place and it's a literal mansion, and loads of other people are in far worse conditions than we are.” He turns his head to kiss her forearm while she rants, listening intently. “I’m in a literal HGTV dream home and I’m complaining, how awful is that?”

“Not awful. It doesn’t matter where you are, being cut off from your routine and normal human interaction sucks.” He shrugs. “Even when you’re with your sex god boyfriend.” Harry grins before pulling her over the edge of the couch and into his lap, causing her to spill her water all over his shirt.

“Harry!” She scolds, giggling and standing up to examine the damage on her own outfit. He smiles at her reaction, lifting her soaked shirt to gently kiss her stomach, just above her belly button. She pulls the wet fabric over his head, making him laugh and kiss again before blowing cold air against skin to make her squeal like he knew she would. He pulls himself out from under her clothing and grins at her boyishly, squeezing his hands on her waist.

“Bloody hell, I’m so in love with you. Want to share a joint?”

His girlfriend snorts at his inability to focus on one thing at a time, pushing his hair from his forehead and kissing the skin it exposes. She was secretly grateful for this social distancing, because it meant there was no way Harry could cut his hair. It was quite close to the length that made him look like a prince out of a fairy tale, and there was no way she could pass an opportunity like that up. “I’d love to. I love you. You roll?”

He giggles giddily as he bounces up from his spot on the couch, his soaked shirt at the far back of his mind by now. “I love it when you talk weed to me!” He calls over his shoulder as he disappears down the hall. She follows him, peeling off her own shirt and pinching his ass as they walk into his bedroom.

“You know, I quite like that shirt on you. Almost makes me wish I wouldn’t have gotten you all wet.” He winks before going to his bedside table and pulling out a small box. Y/n rolls her eyes, grabbing his ‘women are smarter’ shirt and putting it on. “Ah, but that's the money shot right there.” He shapes his thumbs and forefingers into a square, squeezing one eye shut and peering through it.

She rolls her eyes before walking up to him, ignoring his smirk when she peels his own shirt from his skin and over his head. “I am wet all of the time.” She mumbles in imitation of him, making him chuckle.

“What can I say?” He shrugs, sitting on the bed and pulling out his stash. As he starts preparing their joint she sits behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and watching his hands over his shoulder. She always had an appreciation for his hands no matter what they happened to be busy with. Turning the pages of a book? She’d imagine them on her arms, rubbing up and down to warm her up. The strings of a guitar? She’d think about it all day until they were buried in her in the evening. For now, though, she just appreciated that they were attached to him, her Harry. His cross tattoo stretched across his skin as he pulled the paper over, sealing the plant inside, and prompting her to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Want to go outside? It’s sunny, and I think we both need a bit of vitamin D.” He leans into her hand when she combs his hair back, just for it to fall right back into place.

“Well in that case I’m rolling two, because you’ll start whining about wanting another and I won’t have nearly enough energy to come back inside.” There's no malice in his voice, just pure observation, and it makes her laugh.

“You’re probably right.” She lightly kisses his neck just below his ear. One side of his mouth turns up into a crooked smile as he grabs more herb, creating a long mound on the paper. They sit in comfortable silence while he works, but y/n, being impatient as she is, can’t sit still for long until she gently bites his earlobe. “Haz.”

“For fuck’s sake, love, can’t an ounce of attention go elsewhere than you?” He says, his accent forming an o when he curses. She laughs and her breath tickles his ear, making him smile and turn his head to look at her. “I’m nearly finished anyways, good lord.” He wrinkles his nose before pecking her lips, making her groan in impatience as she stands up.

“If you weren’t such a perfectionist we’d be high by now.”

“Would we be? With a canoeing joint?” He holds it up to inspect his work, the sides smooth until they peak with a twist at the top. She plucks it out of his hands before sprinting down the hall, her boyfriend calling an indignant “Oi!” behind her. She giggles as she runs out into the living room, perching the joint between two fingers as she sits on the floor to shuffle through his collection of vinyls. Harry follows her with a smile, bending to rest his hands on her shoulders and rubbing his thumbs into their blades.

“What’re you thinking, little thief?” He murmurs in her ear, brushing his lips along the cartilage. “Classic rock? Psychedelic? Something smooth, slow?” She feels goosebumps on her arm, and knows he can see them when she feels his smile against her skin.

“For someone who’s supposedly tired of sex, you sure do like to be suggestive.” She says, pulling out Lust For Life by Lana Del Rey. She wipes the small collection of dust off the front with her palm, admiring the ethereal beauty of one of her favorite artists.

He merely hums in response, reaching over her head to turn on the record player. When they had first started dating, Harry had pestered her with question after question about music. What she liked, what she hated, what made her smile, what made her cry. At first she had been compliant but confused by his questions, until she observed him in the same situations he was asking her about. Harry didn’t just listen to it, he felt it. She could tell in the way his body fluidly responded to his favorite songs, as if they had entered his bloodstream and were traveling through each of his limbs. She felt it in the way he held her close and swayed back and forth in the kitchen with her while Helplessly Hoping by Crosby, Stills & Nash played softly in the background. Or saw it in his eyes when Elton John’s I’m Still Standing came on in the car and he would pump a fist into the air. His constant questions were him getting to know her in the only way he understood- through music.

The first soft beats of the opening song crackle through the speakers, and y/n can feel the pop in her knees when she stands up. “Outside, my love?”

Harry nods in response, tucking her hair behind her ear with a soft smile. “Better than sex, yeah?”

She laughs and pushes his shoulder as she brushes past him to slide open the glass door. Harry leaves it open behind him to let the croon of Lana’s voice follow them outdoors, his fingers reaching out to tug on the fabric of her shirt. “C’mere, baby.” He says, fishing a lighter out of his pocket and holding it up to her. She perches the joint between her lips, watching him as he flicks his thumb and cups his hand around the end. She inhales slowly with her eyes closed, feeling the burn of the green hit drift down her throat and the burn of his green eyes on her face. She exhales after a second, handing it over to her boyfriend. Harry does the same, brushing the curls out of his face and keeping his eyes on her. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?” He says on his exhale.

“What do you mean?” She takes it from his outstretched hand, sitting on the ground with her back against the wall of the house. Harry sits beside her only to pull her into his lap so she's facing him.

“How the fuck did I get so lucky to live this life? I get to make music, smoke a joint with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. I get to see you, like this. No makeup, wearing my clothes…” He pinches her chin in between his fingers, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“You’re always so sappy when you smoke.” She smiles, kissing his forehead while he takes another hit.

“Maybe so, but I mean it.” He coughs slightly, adjusting her in his lap so he can bend his knees to support her back. She rubs his arm, tilting her head to watch him. “I’ve been in some dark places before. Mentally, ya know? But now that I’m here, and you’re here, and we’re together, I can see how fucking pointless it all was.” He waves his arm to the side to emphasize his point, physically pushing away the metaphorical memories in the air. “Er, not pointless I guess. I can see how I needed it. To be everything I can be for you.” Her eyes soften, and she can see the water pooling beneath the green in his. She holds her hand to his cheek, and he leans into it, closing his eyes. “I was stuck in that place for so long, trying to decide who I was when I was on my own and who I didn’t want to be. And now I’m at a point where...” He huffs, his curls blowing away from his forehead. “Now I’m at a point where... I don’t know. I just want to be everything for you, y/n.”

“You are everything for me.” She wraps her arms around his middle, resting her head on his collarbone and squeezing him tight. “Really. I admire you so much Harry. How hard you work and how far you’ve come. You are oozing with passion, not just in our relationship but in everything you do. I see that. I wish you would see that.” She holds his face in her hands now, rubbing his cheekbones with her thumbs. “You’re allowed to step back and be proud of the progress you’ve made.”

He takes a drag and then kisses her palm as he considers what she had said. When all the smoke has escaped his lips he looks at her with a small but pleased smile, his eyes still shiny. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She kisses his eyelids, causing his dimples to make an appearance in his cheeks.

“Okay. I’ll try. I mean I will. I love you.” He wraps his arms tightly around her, burying his face in her neck. She can feel his groan start in his chest before he releases it, the type of exclamation that only comes with relief of getting something off your chest. She laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. He pulls away only to kiss her, his eyes still closed when their lips separate. 

“I’ll always be here too, Harry. You don’t need to put up a front just because it’s what you think others expect. You can be whoever the fuck you want to be, and I’ll stay right here beside you until you figure out who that is. I know I’m still figuring myself out. For god’s sake, we’re in our twenties. The entire plot of Sex and the City is figuring yourself out, and they’re in their thirties. I think we’re doing well.”

Harry chuckles at her rant, kissing her again. “Thank you, y/n. I appreciate the analogy. Now that the heart-to-heart is through, can we get high as balls?”

She snorts a laugh, taking the joint from his hands and taking a hit in response, raising her eyebrows. He grins up at her, squeezing her waist in his hands and attacking her neck with kisses, whispering and teasing her. The smoke from their lips intermingles in the air with the soft sounds from the record player, Lana’s Cherry drifting to and around them.

‘Cause I love you so much, I fall to pieces

My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme

And all of my peaches

[waywardnerd67]

TFWB - Chap 15 Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Summary: Everyone gathers at Jared and Rachel’s house for their annual watching party of Shark Week. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Rachel Sanderson (OFC), Molli Sanderson (OFC), Reader Pairing: Jared x Rachel (OFC) Warnings: Fluff/AU Word Count: 1131 Squared Filled: Shark Week A/N #1: This is for @spnfluffbingo​ card

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(Y/N) sat at her desk unable to concentrate as the clock ticked away slowly. It was the one week of the year that her and the group looked forward to. The only thing standing in her way was the clock moving slower than molasses. She shook her head looking back down at the manuscript she was trying to get through. After an hour of trying to read, she finally gave up and decided to watch a movie in her living room.

There was a knock on her door and she hurriedly answered, “Hey Jay!”

“Hi pretty girl, ready for tonight?”

“Definitely. Let me grab my bag.” She rushed off to her room giving herself a once over in the mirror quickly.

When she walked back out, Jensen was flipping through a manuscript she left on her kitchen table, “Are you really reading this junk?”

She chuckled, “Sadly yes. Not every manuscript is Stephen King worthy. The truth is most manuscripts are just sub par and will sell very little. Doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be published.”

“Have you ever read a manuscript that blew you away?”

She followed him out of her apartment, “Not recently, but yeah there have been a few that I couldn’t put down. Why, are you thinking about writing a book?”

Jensen scoffed averting his eyes from hers, “Yeah. Right. I don’t have the talent to write a book unless it was about investment deals and savings.”

(Y/N) laughed as they made their way down to his car but there was something in his eyes that clued her in there was more to it than that. He almost looked sad as he spoke about writing a book. She decided to drop the subject for now as they made their way over to Jared and Rachel’s house.

They lived just outside of downtown Austin in a picture perfect two story house. It was even framed with a picket fence with a dog running around in the yard. (Y/N) let out a sigh as they parked behind Misha’s car in the driveway.

“Here I thought I was the only one who was envious of Jared’s perfect little life.”

She looked over to see Jensen longing staring at the house. (Y/N) could not believe he would be envious of anyone else’s life since his was so great to begin with.

She reached over placing her hand on top of his, “I don’t know I think your life is pretty great.”

Jensen smiled, “It is and I’m grateful…”

“But…”

He sighed squeezing her hand, “But it’s missing a lot that would make it perfect.”

He said no more as he let go of her hand getting out of the car. (Y/N) felt her heart drop knowing exactly what he meant. It was no secret that Jensen was single and had not been on a date in a while. His big house was all just for him and she could not imagine how lonely it must be. Even though she desperately desired to be with him, she also wanted nothing but happiness for him.

He tapped on her window, “You coming?” Smiling, she nodded getting out of the car.

Walking inside was like walking into a six year old’s party. Balloons with sharks on them were everywhere along with a dining room table filled with shark themed food and drinks. Jared was wearing a Sharknado shirt with shark slippers.

“He really went all out this year…” she whispered to Jensen who chuckled.

“Grab a drink and some food while I get us all set up.” Jared called out as Rachel came from the kitchen with another platter of shark related food.

(Y/N) walked up to her as Jensen went into their living room where Jared was. Rachel pointed a finger at her as a warning.

“Not a word.”

She held her hands up, “Wasn’t going to say anything. I’m just going to drink some Sea Punch and eat a Seal Fin.”

Rachel threw a gummy shark at her as she laughed her way into the living room. Jared and Jensen were hovering around the flat screen arguing about how to hook it up. She was surprised to see Misha and Molli sitting on the loveseat chatting together like they were old friends. (Y/N) decided to sit in one of the chairs leaving the couch for Rachel and Jared. As the Discovery logo flashed onto the screen everyone began clapping.

“We gather this evening as we have done each year past in celebration of the most wonderful time of the year. This is the week we celebrate one of the most majestic sea creatures in the world. I present to you… Shark Week!”

Jared started the first programming for Shark Week and stretched out on the couch with his head in Rachel’s lap. It was a tradition they started in college to watch Shark Week together, a common interest shared between them all. (Y/N) was surprised when Jensen sat between her legs on the floor slinging her arm over one of her legs. He glanced up, flashing a breathtaking smile before looking back to the TV.

They all gave their own commentary throughout the features. Jared was giving his best play by play when (Y/N) happened to glance over to the loveseat at the perfect moment. Her eyes focused on the entwined hands of Misha and Molli. Her wide (Y/C/E) eyes meet Misha’s deep blue ones. A silent plea begging her not to say anything or draw attention. His body tense as Molli moved closer to him curling up beside him.

Suddenly the painting he did with her made perfect sense. The warm browns for Molli’s hair and the golden amber for her eyes. Just as her painting had reflected the person who made her happiest so did his. (Y/N) gave him a short nod before glancing down to Jensen. His head thrown back laughing as the seal tried to jump onto a boat to get away from the shark. The crinkles around his eyes fanning out as he did.

She looked back to Misha who was smiling at her then gave her a nod back. They were both harboring feelings for people they should not or could not act upon. A small part of her was jealous that Misha was brave enough to be with the one who truly made him happy.

***

She had snuck a picture of Misha and Molli on that very loveseat after the lights came back on. Neither of them knew she had taken it. She wanted to capture the very moment they decided to be something more. Now looking back, she was glad she did for the road they were headed down was a tough one.

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[riskeith]

ooo! how was playing? what do you think about the event? i’m really enjoying it actually... always nice getting new daily things to do hehe.

yeah i think everyone knows The Cover now. i still can’t believe they did that... not complaining tho... oh really? you’re absolutely right and judging by the way they’re taking the story it seems like those two will have a lot more growth to their relationship. who knows maybe we’ll even get a part where bakugou apologizes or even talks about their past etc. one can only wish. YEAH i’ve seen both the movies and i love them!! they’re super fun and such a nice break from everything that happens in the anime sjskjssk kiribaku in the first one was so gay i.... we get it boys y’all in love fhjsjdjfk (THE SIDEWAYS TODOBAKU SMILE... one of my favorite moments ever) i am all caught up now.. waiting for s5... :(

no clue!! it’s just my theory so it might be wrong. the blue one was cute too so was the pink one.... they’re all cute why do we have to pick just one :( HEY you do know how to draw 😡 pretty amazingly too! but i’d love to see that in your style chongyun is so precious.. <3

omg i gotta hustle hard for AR 35 then i already miss him. i’m at 26 now and god.. it’s getting more and more difficult i can’t imagine how it is at like 45... 😭

oooooh!!! honestly barbara healing is godsent if you don’t get him you should consider it (hopefully you do though!!) IVE SEEN VIDEOS OF OCEANID AND HE LOOKS SO SCARY CLUNA.... no thoughts head empty only boy scouts party. looking at others with amazing parties: ok but do you have boy scouts party?

i mostly have sword users! but like i mentioned i’m starting to fall in love with book users (and even bow users) shskfhdkd so i might consider investing in those some day idk they just shoot of attacks and it’s so sexy. no hands dirty. ningguang seems so op 😭 plus geo is so nice!! like an all around element.

HE’S TALL? he has a short person voice...

i’m making a twitter i wanna see some fluff 😭 wait really? even this fandom is shit? why 😭 i sometimes see yt comments and the thing i’m iffy about is how people talk about spending money on it etc but is there more?

i’ve never heard anyone do that that’s so interesting!!!! do you write it down in the same doc and then delete it or do you write it separately?

ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS!!! i’ve had so many ideas come to me before bed and i always think that i’m gonna remember them but i never do it makes me so upset. especially if it’s an idea of how to continue a story i’m stuck with... god it’s the worse. writer things 🤪

“stan loona” aka bane of my existence. i don’t usually tell ppl i used to stan because of that reason sksksj. god that was the worst sheesh. anyway. yelling at ALL of these!!! ofc i know daddy issues slowed!!!!!!!!! it’s like one of the most popular slowed songs we’re all just a sad horny bunch loving sexy vibes huh. i listen to slowed songs a lot when i write actually it sets the mood. it doesn’t even have to be anything racy sometimes it’s just calms you down. do you listen to music while you write? also i don’t listen to any of those you mentioned except troye 😭 i’m sorry 😭 but if you’re have recs i’d love to hear them ofc!!

“after school” time that’s so cute. it reminds me of when you’re younger and you run back home and eat a snack and watch cartoon (i say that as both of us still watch cartoons... yee) speaking of crying; would you consider yourself a crybaby? (such a random question hskshdjdfhhd)

before i leave; let me blow your mind with a little something... https://twitter.com/primo_fates/status/1347780975078506496?s=21

hehe... mwah. ;)

it was good!! i tried to get some ominous masks and weathered arrows, but drop rates are always shit lolll. and i think the event is alright! i don’t love it but yeah as you said it’s fun to have something more to do every day.

ikr omg... it’s such a good cover LMAO. omg a bakugou apology 😩😩. what did you think of deku vs kacchan part 2?? i regularly rewatch clips of it and cry LMAOOO god bakugou.. “why did i become the reason for all might’s end?” heart broken wow. NICE!! yeah i remember everyone freaking out over the kiribaku scenes in the first one and honestly,,,, how else do you explain it LMAO. (AND THAT SIDEWAYS SMILE!!! holy shit i watched the movie like the day after i got into todobaku and that scene obliterated me.... absolutely destroyed!) aw nice! but yeah now it’s just the waiting game i guess lol welcome to the club 🤪

IKR??? i saw the “once you pick one the others are gone” and i was just nooooooooooo whyyyy. you can’t give us all these options then don’t actually give us an option 😭 AHAHA thank u but i always joke that i can only draw well like once every 10 tries so... yeahhh we shall see! i have this thing envisioned in my mind but i am unable to execute it fskhfkdsjfs

yeah omg when i reached 45 i was like “wow i’m gonna have to do the ascension quest soon” but it’s taking me so long to reach ar 46??? yikes how am i meant to get the experience with no quests fkhdsfkjsd

i use barbara a lot in the fire domains and with the pyro regisvine!! it’s kinda funny that i’m bringing a level 40 into a level 70+ fight LOL but yeah she’s good! AND YEAHHH OCEANID LEGIT GIVES ME NIGHTMARES I JUST. as soon as i had an actual team that could beat it i grinded it as much as i could before my world level went up and it became impossible again.... but since mine might go up again soon maybe i should grind some more... and maybe i’ll be able to level up both xingqiu and barbara lol. EXACTLY!! can they pls interact in game somehow omg.. we need a bennett story!! and more razor!!!! and chongyun too!! i forgot he hasn’t actually appeared in game hfsdkjfds. and ofc xingqiu <3

fdfjlsjfs are you gonna go from a no long range team to an only long range team ahahah. and you like geo??? omg no... i hate it bc it’s so like. inert FHKDJFSD. but i guess the shields are really nice!

HE’S 172 CM!!!!! he has a baby face too so it’s pretty wild fhskdjds

ooo wdym how they talk about spending money? i don’t really look at youtube comments tbh lol. and i haven’t really seen people talk about spending money much on twitter? tho some content creators i follow open commissions for money for the gacha fhsdfksj. if you do end up joining genshintwt i hope you have fun!! 

same doc and then i delete! but sometimes if the plan is really long i’ll make a new doc so i can see both at the same time (but recently i’ve just been opening the same doc again so i can see both that way lol). do your dotpoints go into the same doc as your writing one?

LMAOOO yeah i’m always like “hnghhh okay it’s fine.. i will Remember... trust myself” and then i never do and it’s just like welp goodbye to that amazing idea. but also bc it was thought up at such a weird time maybe it isn’t actually that good after all LOL

oh nice!! yeah slowed songs are soooo good. and i usually do listen to music! it’ll depend on what i’m writing bc i like the songs to have a similar vibe, but sometimes it’s too distracting so i put on lofi or something so there are no words ahaha. oh rippp LOL! hmm well badlands by halsey was my klance/voltron album writing soundtrack for a really long time.. i wrote a few fics with that in the background i think! melanie martinez’ k-12 album has a whole free movie to go with it! if you wanna check that out. bastille’s pompeii was really popular but i also really like flaws and of the night from them.. a lot of these are older bc i don’t listen to new stuff fhsdfkjds. and hmm pentatonix (they’re an acapella group!) do a lot of covers so maybe you can find one of a song you like and check them out that way? ahah that’s a lot feel free to not listen to any!! no stress at all lmao

oh fun fact melanie has a idk what to call it character? and song called ‘crybaby’! so very coincidental you asked. but yeah i think i am? LMAOOO like if i’m alone in my room watching something and it’s sad i Will Not hesitate to cry.. like sometimes you just gotta get it out you know? and sometimes maybe it’s a little boy singing a korean cover of colours of the wind but it’s so ethereal you just burst into tears but that’s fine! FHDSKJFHDSFKJS. how about you?

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD!! i legit. my jaw is dropped. i. oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭😭 FHSJFKHSKDJF1!!!! 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this is so atmospheric and cosy and warm 😭😭😭 i can go at peace now.. fhskfhdsjf

thank you always!! - c.r. xoxo

[kae-karo]

Since you mentioned being in the mood for asks: I think I like my best friend. She knows I'm not straight. But has never actually said she's not straight but has discussed possibility of her sexuality being fluid? She doesn't open up to anyone. And so it's really hard to understand her feelings and I am always afraid of crossing the line by asking her too many questions? So I just avoid asking a question twice. I know our friendship will be ruined if I let her know about my feelings ( 1/2 )

But idk what to do with all these pent up feelings :( she gets close to me but then seems to be very distant after a while. Back and forth. Idk what to do. Especially with all this time in my hand during quarantine all I do is overthink about everything in my life including her. Oh no I'm ranting. Sorry have a great day !!! Love you Katie !!! 🖤🖤🖤 :) ( 2/2 )

hello dear!! 💜💜💜 okay first and foremost never never feel like you have to apologize for sending long/multi-part asks/rambling/etc i adore getting asks and it is never something you should feel bad about!!

now, onto advice here...there are a lot of different options ofc for what you could do, and i won’t say that there’s one right answer or one thing that’s better than another. i am and always will be an advocate for communication and honesty in relationships/friendships/etc, but i think the first thing that needs to happen is you need to decide what route you want to go

the kind of key directions would ofc be to 1. explain your feelings and see if she feels the same 2. decide that you do Not want your current friendship with her to change and that you would rather move on from being interested in her without mentioning that you have feelings or 3. keep on the same path you’re currently on and sort of just...wait it out

uhhh i will say that option 3 is usually...one to avoid, if you can. specifically bc this will probably leave you feeling Bad and that’d be something that’s uhhh not good lmao

so say you want to try telling her how you feel, naturally this comes with the risk (as you mentioned) that she might not feel the same/that you might ruin the friendship by saying something about it, but unfortunately...there’s not really much of a way around that risk. that said, and keeping in mind that idk her or how she tends to act/react to certain situations, there are probably ways to go about this that mitigate some of the risks

if i were in your shoes and decided i wanted to go this route, i might genuinely try to keep it as lowkey and casual as possible, and try to avoid making it some Big Thing™. i’d probs just say smth like ‘hey y’know i think i might have feelings for u beyond just friendship, i wanted to just let you know in case you felt the same, but if not, no worries! it doesn’t change that i still want to be friends with you, and i obviously am not gonna act any differently toward you if you don’t feel the same.’ like. i would try to make it clear that 1. i wouldn’t want anything to change if she didn’t feel the same and 2. that i have no expectations of her

especially since it sounds like she’s still figuring out who she might be into, i might also add something like ‘i totally understand you’re still figuring stuff out, i don’t want you to feel any added pressure, just wanted to be open and honest with you’ (sometimes being open can help others open up too!)

now, that said, it sounds like you might be erring more on the side of wanting to move on and get over your feelings for her - which is totally valid! or, ofc, if you tell her and she’s like ‘yeah man sorry i’m just not into you!’ then u would naturally want to move on without making things uncomfy. in that event, i have one very major recommendation: distractions

i get it! it’s hard with quarantine to keep your mind occupied with other things/people/etc, but unfortunately, moving on isn’t something that can just be done, it requires practice and patience and time

one thing you can try is choosing something you already enjoy and finding an aspect of that to dive deeper into. for example, fan of a show/book? go search for fanart or fanfic if you’re into that! come up with an oc just for fun in whatever universe that piece of media is in, even if u never show it to anyone. pick a few blogs you’ve seen who post a lot and check them out, maybe follow if they seem cool! write fic or draw art, whether it be of an oc or existing characters or even just scenes or something! especially try this out even if you’ve never done either of those things before - and don’t get discouraged if those things aren’t perfect, just give them a shot and you might find something you really enjoy! grab a character or ship you usually don’t give much attention to/haven’t seen before and go check out their tag!

along this route, i speak a lot about fandom/fictional media bc that is what i personally use as an escape, but the same goes for activism/politics/languages/animals/other subjects/literally anything that is of interest to you! there is almost always an unexplored aspect of something that you can dive into. but! in the event that you can’t or don’t find anything interesting...

another thing is to find something new! a show you’ve heard about but never watched (or a show you’ve literally never heard of before but like just keeps popping up on ur netflix page), a book you’ve been putting off reading, a youtuber that seems p cool, a skill or language or craft or really, literally anything you haven’t done, and trying it. invest a bit of time and energy and just see where it takes you, let yourself think about this new thing and follow your line of curiosity. some of the best (and worst/dumbest/most cursed) ideas i’ve ever had came from just. randomly following the line of curiosity in my head and seeing where it takes me. hell, that’s what led to me writing fic in the first place!

and be forgiving of yourself too, don’t associate thoughts about this person with any kind of ‘oh shit i’m not supposed to be thinking about her’ kind of reactions, just gently redirect your thoughts to that one episode you just watched, or the question you have about the universe it exists in, or what crocheting pattern you want to try out first, etc etc etc. again, this kind of thing takes time and patience and won’t happen overnight, but you absolutely can get there!

the last ‘distraction’ i tend to go for is revisiting old interests! that fic or book you read a long time ago but still have/still have bookmarked as a fave? pick it back up and give it a reread - the cool thing about stories is that, over time, our perspectives change, and the way we experience the story and the emotions we feel over it change as well. same goes for old shows, esp if it’s been a minute! you can even do this in tandem with the first distraction type and dig back into fandoms you haven’t seen in a while!

it can be hard to remember sometimes - esp while we’re in quarantine! - that worlds exist outside our current interests and spheres of influence. whatever you decide to do, dear, just remember that things will be okay in the end (even if they’re not okay at first) so long as you try to do what’s right for you and be thoughtful and caring along the way. i hope this helped at least a little!

[realityhelixcreates]

Lasabrjotr Chapter 12: Not So Great Expectations

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Mentions of fear of sexual assault, blood, depression Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not yet) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), OFC, Andsvarr Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending, Reader is Still a Paranoid Conspiracy Theorist, Loki Tries, He Really Does Try Summary: The reality of Readers situation begins to catch up. As isolation and uncertainty begin to prey on Reader’s mind, Loki attempts to mitigate the situation with healthy activities. It doesn’t go as planned.

Days passed into weeks, but you never found your balance. Still being swept along, you attended history lessons, magical training, and regular check-ins. Everything blended into a blur, however, and you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

The pranks continued, small and unpredictable. Talking breakfast foods that left little messages from Loki, Andsvarr, or Saldis. Magical alarms playing out of thin air, to wake you in the mornings. Clothes that tickled you without warning. And always, more snakes.

They weren’t malevolent, but they were always unexpected, always startling and stressing you out.

There were still no more new books, so you read and re-read the few you had. The history and astronomy books were useful and educational, helping you understand your lessons, as well as the country you now lived in. The mythology book however, still caused distress and distrust in you, and the book of Shakespeare’s tragedies was even worse on your fraying mind. Nothing but gods and royalty being the worst they could be, as if it were normal.

You should have stopped reading them, but there was nothing else to read. With nothing to do, your thoughts ran in circles, spiraling down into ever darker places.

Both Loki and Brunnhilde became much busier as the weeks passed; your lessons ended up trickling off, leaving you bored and idle. For a while, you tried drawing to keep yourself busy, but the works showed the lack of vitality you now felt, and you eventually gave them up.

It was becoming harder to get out of bed. It wasn’t that you were getting sick again, just that you were sleeping more and more. It began to feel like that was the only way to make time actually move forward. Sometimes entire days went by without you sharing more than a handful of words with another living being. You still weren’t allowed to go outside.

What little time Loki did have for you was filled with exhausting magical lessons, which would have been impersonal and cold, save for his continued, perhaps increased tendency to get touchy-feely without asking.

Maybe he didn’t mean anything by it. Maybe that’s just how he was. Maybe he was just trying to make you feel like you belonged, despite all the stares you got whenever you left your bare, little room.

All it did was make you feel like he was prepping you for something terrible.

Everything around you smelled like him; his soap, his shampoo, whatever it was they washed your clothes with. You hadn’t worn anything that wasn’t green, black, or gold for almost a month.

You couldn’t confide in the Valkyrie; she was far too busy. There were new Valkyries now, and their training was taking up all her time. You couldn’t talk to Saldis or Andsvarr either; they were subjects of the monarchy, and unlikely to take your fears seriously.

So you were left mostly alone, spiraling down, and no one taking notice.

Days and nights passed, but the sun stopped setting, and you could no longer tell them apart. You should have found it amazing, but you only felt numb, with the occasional spike of anxiety.

Even your dreams were mostly empty, save for a pulsing blue light.

It gave you headaches.

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“Andsvarr, give me your honest opinion.” Loki said, just outside his quarters. “Do you think something is wrong with _____?”

“Wrong, your Highness?” The young guard asked, looking back at the closed door, as if he could see you behind it. “What kind of wrong? She doesn’t seem ill, but she’s been very…withdrawn? She doesn’t talk much anymore. I used to hear her singing when she was alone in there, but she hasn’t done it in a while. Come to think of it, she hasn’t asked for any food today…”

“Hm. Well we can’t have that. Bjarkhild will have my scalp if I don’t make her eat.”

“I think she is lonely, sire. She hasn’t left here for days, and she has no visitors. Saldis can’t ever stay long, and I can’t leave my post.”

“And I have been far too busy to pay her proper attention, hmm?”

Andsvarr faltered. “I-I would never say-“

“Hush. You’re not wrong. I have been busy. Did you know the builders found a series of subterranean chambers running under the city? They’re left over from lava floes, I’m told. They will be very useful, once fully mapped out and explored, but planning and regulation has been eating up most of my time. I wonder if she would like to see them?”

“She would probably like to do anything at all, my prince.”

“Hm. You are probably right. I’ll be right back with a meal. Our human musn’t be allowed to go hungry, after all.”

He returned with a tray of food, artistically arranged, with little radish and carrot flowers.

“I think this will cheer her up.”

Andsvarr grinned in approval and opened the door.

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 Loki had returned, after what seemed like an eternity away, just barging right into your room as if he owned the place. Well, he did. It wasn’t yours; he’d told you that on day one. The bed, the books, the clothes, none of this was yours. You had nothing.

He noticed you curled up in bed, though it was late in the day, and set the tray he was carrying down on the desk. You scrambled out of bed, loathe to make it easy for him to overtake you there, if he had finally decided to do so.

“Did I interrupt your nap?” He asked. God, he seemed to fill the room.  “My apologies. I hear you may have forgotten lunch, so I have taken care of that.” He gestured at the tray. “Enjoy.”

You stared at him silently, but he did not move. When it became clear he was not going to leave until you had eaten, you slouched over to the chair, and stared out the window, rather than look at him.

It raised the hair on your neck, knowing he was just looming behind you, watching you eat. He had provided you all your favorites, had made the meal beautiful to look at. You briefly wondered if you were supposed to eat the little vegetable flowers, deciding to do it anyway. You were a peasant, after all: food couldn’t go to waste.

You glanced at the window again, to see his reflection, faint against the neverending sunlight. Like a ghost, he stared down at you, hands behind his back, a self-satisfied smirk crossing his face. You looked away again, unsettled.

He leaned on the desk after you finished eating.

“Was it to your liking?” He asked. When his hand caressed your arm, it was so unexpected that you gasped and pulled away.

You hadn’t done that before. He drew his hand back, brows coming together in concern.

“Are you all right? Oh, have I truly neglected you so badly that you have forgotten me?” He joked. “Greetings _____, I am Loki, Crown Prince of Asgard. It is a great pleasure to meet you.”

He took your hand, and brought it to his lips. You yanked it away and turned your back.

“I’m s-sorry.” You stammered. It was horrible how much you had missed him, while still being so afraid of his ultimate intentions. “I’m just…not in the mood?”

Damnit, now you needed to work on your own phrasing.

You heard the door open and close quietly. When you finally turned around, both he and the tray were gone. You sighed in combined relief and regret. The room seemed so much emptier now.

So much safer.

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 “Thor!” Loki exclaimed, rushing into their favored dining room. “I need to know how to make a Midgardian woman happy!”

Thor jumped up from his seat, a big, goofy grin overtaking his face.

“Brother-“ He began, opening his arms. Loki held up his hands to ward him off.

“Ugh, not like that! It’s _____, something is wrong with her. She seems distressed. I think she’s been forgetting to eat. I just brought her lunch, and she acted like she’d never seen me before! I haven’t been that distant, have I?”

He paced. “I know I’ve been busy these past weeks. Perhaps I should have made time. Well, what would you do?” He entreated his brother. No one else here had experience with human women.

“Making time is a good start.” Thor said, still smiling, but a little more serious.

Good, Loki thought. This is serious.

“She will want to know she hasn’t been forgotten. This is doubly important for someone in her position. Most other people, if you forget or neglect them, they can just leave. _____ is stuck, no matter how we treat her. So it becomes our responsibility to do a little extra for her sake.”

“My responsibility.” Loki said.

“I’m sure we can share. Take a little of the burden off of you.”

“Not necessary. I can handle this.”

“Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I would start setting aside time to spend with her, or time that she can spend with others. Just make sure she isn’t always alone. You and I both know what that can do to a person’s mind. If you want to take care of this all by yourself, then I suggest you take her outside. Show her the countryside, perhaps even take her into a town. If I’m remembering correctly, she is from a small town, yes? Full of farmers?”

“So she says. So you think she requires walking?”

“Loki…”

“Joking. Perhaps she likes horses?”

“That is a good train of thought. Follow that. After all we can’t have her…getting sick again?” He asked, trying to gauge Loki’s investment in your happiness.

“Exactly.” Loki said, just a little too fast. “That would be a disaster. I will make some plans then, try to squeeze in some _____-time between meetings.”

“Perfect. I’m sure she will be appreciative.” The brothers sat down to eat, Loki scheming, Thor still grinning, but not pushing any further. As far as he was concerned, everything was now on the right track.

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Over the next few days, the little pranks changed rather drastically in nature. The ephemeral alarms changed from ringing to birdsong. There were no longer snakes in the bath; they had been replaced by water lilies. Perfume rose from your footsteps, and occasionally, flower petals rained down on you. The implications weren’t lost on you, but after reading Titus Andronicus for the tenth time, and revisiting the entries on Zeus’ many ‘conquests’, it only left a hollow little pit in your stomach.

Never be dependent on a man, you had told yourself, over and over. Not after the last time. And yet here you were again. Trapped. Utterly trapped.

Today’s  breakfast was beautiful. Eggs on toast. Strawberries, sliced, looking like little hearts. Skyr with lingonberry, which you adored. Little flower-shaped melon slices, and grapes. And the fish oil, of course, but you were getting used to that. The trick was to drink it first, and then follow it immediately with a drink of something else.

Today’s dress was also something special. It was much heavier than normal, a thick, plush wool, all green, sleeves gathered at the elbows, with diagonal pintucks all the way down the forearm, ending in asymmetrical hems at the wrist.

Well, that was Loki all over.

There was a full cloak, also green, with fur trim, and a golden yellow horse embroidered on the back. It had far too many legs, but you had read something about this. Odin’s horse, mentioned in passing in your mythology book, was supposed to have twice the normal number of horse legs.

Upon closer observation you noticed that, yes, this cloak was older than the dress, and had been hemmed to your height. You wondered who it had belonged to previously.

Such warm clothing. You could guess at what that meant, though you hardly dared hope.

Loki actually knocked this time, only entering when you said so. He too, was dressed warmly and finely. He paused a moment to take you in. He seemed pleased with what he saw, and you resisted the urge to back away from him.

“Ah, good. You’re dressed. That suits you very well. You may have surmised by now that we are going on a trip outside. If not; surprise, we are going on a trip outside. Tell me, do you like horses?”

Back home, there had been a woman who ran a farm mostly by herself. It was rumored that she was gay, but you didn’t care. As a child, all that mattered was that she had horses, and she was very nice to all the kids, and she taught you all how to ride the horses. She’d moved away very suddenly, years ago.

You nodded. “Yeah, horses are good. I can ride, if that’s what you mean.”

“Glad to hear it! Come with me. We shall go out riding.”

That sounded very nice; a simple ride through town-or what there was of it. You eagerly followed him, as he retrieved a cloth-wrapped bundle and lead you out of the Main Building. It wasn’t exactly what you would call a castle or palace, but you weren’t sure what to call a city hall that also housed rulers.

On the East side of the building, where you had never yet been, was a very large yard full of tiny flowers, purple and white. Under the undying sun, they flourished. Oh, to be like these flowers again!

To walk among the vast cornfields of home, to be in a garden, to even have just your houseplants again!

After what felt like so long stuck inside, bored, idle, and paranoid, being outside, with the noise, the air, the sun, the colors; it was a little overwhelming, and very exciting.

The stables held a variety of horses, and stablehands, who looked at you warily and gripped their tools a bit tighter. Loki said something to them, sending them all back to their business, and, aside from a few curious stares, they no longer seemed to care that you were there.

Loki’s horse was huge, black, elegant and beautiful, because of course it was. The horse you were introduced to was not exactly beautiful, but she was very cute. Small and stocky, extra fuzzy, with a short, shaggy mane. She was friendly, and accepted you with a placid manner; all the better, since it had been years since you had ridden, and needed to get the feel for it again.

Side by side, though very different in height, you both wandered through the city. People stopped to observe their prince and his strange guest as you passed. You briefly wondered how often Asgardian royalty had to deal with things like rebellions or assassination attempts. Loki had brought no guards with him, not even Andsvarr. He was either very secure in the belief that his people loved him, or very secure in the belief that he could handle anything thrown at him.

He steered you into one of the less finished parts of town; full of skeletal buildings, and empty homes. The further you went, the less developed the land became, just disturbed earth and roads marked with sticks and string. Before you knew it, you were passing the perimeter fence, and meandering into the countryside.

The beauty of the landscape was enthralling. Mountains rose in the distance, the low vegetation bursting with flowers. Before you knew it, the city had disappeared behind you, and the two of you were lost amidst the rugged terrain.

Loki stopped you near a copse of pine trees-the first real trees you had seen since coming here- and helped you dismount. Confused as to why you were stopping, you watched as he dismantled the bundle and laid it out: a blanket, and a basket of food.

A blanket on the ground, near the only trees in the area. Far from the city, where no one could see you or hear you. Where no one could come to your aid. The pit in your stomach opened up again, deeper than ever before.

So this was it, then? This was when he would take you? You sucked in a shuddering breath, fists clenched as he set out plates and little portions of fruits and cheeses. He was even humming softly to himself, not even seeming to notice you trying to steel yourself to the oncoming horrors.

He patted the blanket next to him. What could you do? You couldn’t run. You couldn’t leave. All you could do right now was sit.

He handed you a plate, gazing gently down at you. It chilled your blood. But it seemed he was going to let you eat first. Perhaps you could just eat really, really slowly.

Maybe it would go easier for you if you just focused on his good points? He did have them, after all. He was incredibly beautiful, for one. Of course you had noticed. Graceful and regal, and he always presented himself very well. He kept clean and well-groomed, and he always smelled nice.

Yes, think of that. Think of how clever he was, how much he knew and had seen. How strong he was, how powerful. How easily he could lift you up. Or pin you down.

No, don’t think of that.

Think of his sense of humor, and how softly he touched you. Maybe you could convince him to be gentle?

“Are you cold? You’re shaking. Here, do you need my cloak?” He draped it across your shoulders, placing his arms around you casually. Finally, your temper caught up with your fear.

You reared up on your knees, throwing off the cloak and scattering your plate of fruit and cheese, little fist cocked back.

Oh, he would never be gentle with you now.

Before you could throw the punch, something struck you in the back, sharp like a rock or a hornet. It stung terribly. Were there hornets in Iceland?

You fell into Loki’s arms, pain spreading through your back. Something slid free from your flesh to thump on the ground. Loki drew his hand from your back with a gasp. It was red.

What was going on? What just happened?

Why did you hurt?

A shape broke free of the trees, a person in a camouflaged cloak and hood. It raced past both of you, threw itself on your little horse, and rode the startled animal away at top speed.

Loki shook himself from his shock and flung his hand out at the retreating figure. You saw a flash in the eternal sun-a blade.

No, it might hit the horse!

You threw your own hand up, as if to catch it, though it was much too late for that. Power sizzled through you, out of you, like an extension of your own arm. It grasped the flying blade, and pulled it back to its sender.

“What are you doing?” Loki hissed. “What did you do? They are escaping!”

“H-horsie…” You whispered. The power swirled in your head, leaving you dizzy. It almost seemed to whisper.

Learn me. Learn me. Learn me.

You collapsed entirely in Loki’s grasp.

                                                                          *****

 Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! This was supposed to be a scenic picnic! This was supposed to make you smile! Now you were bleeding and senseless in his arms, and you had expended your very first act of independent magic on preventing him from bringing justice upon your assailant.

He should have been able to praise you. To show off what you’d done. There was no time. He took the knife, and hefted you in his arms. There was no catching up to the escaping miscreant now; it was far more important to get you to safety.

Imagine! Defying Crown justice for the sake of a horse! At least you understood the value of such a beast.

It was a good thing that mortals were all so light, and his own horse more than strong enough. The ride back seemed to take an excruciating length of time. Why had he chosen a place so far from safety? There were places closer to home that were equally beautiful, what fool would go so far with no escort?

The berating didn’t stop when he returned to the city, nor when he turned you over to Bjarkehild, nor when he explained to person after person what had happened, and especially not when he was finally left alone with his own thoughts.

Who was that cloaked person, and why had he not sensed their presence? Why attack you?

That was a real hang up. You were a mere mortal, absolutely harmless. As far as he understood, you had never given anyone cause to hurt you. Even your occasional explosions of temper were ultimately innoxious, even endearing. That might just be because you were unable to hurt him, no matter how hard you punched, but he couldn’t imagine any person whose face had met your fist would hate you enough for it to hunt you all the way here and try to assassinate you.

What if you were not the target, but him? You had reared up for some reason, very suddenly, right before the knife struck. Had you sensed danger? Had you been just about to tell him? Had you been trying to protect him?

Foolish, little, weak, human idiot! If that was the case, he would lock you away in your room, and only let you out with a full contingent of guards around you at all times. He would keep you safe, no matter what it took. He had given his word, and he meant to keep it this time.

“Your Highness.” Bjarkehild said gently, shattering his spinning thoughts.

“Yes? What? How is she? Let me see her!” He demanded.

“Your highness.” She repeated firmly, holding her hands up to halt him. Her hands were clean, he noticed. That was a good sign.

“She is going to be fine. The knife hit at an angle; whoever threw it was either unlucky, or unskilled. The cut was deep, but it is just that-a cut. The blade did not even clear her ribs. She sleeps only because the combination of sudden injury and magic fatigue hit her hard. She will recover swiftly. As always with her kind, she must simply rest.”

Loki relaxed the slightest bit. You were safe now. Now was time to hunt. Now was time for revenge.

[sukisdeliveryservice]

helloo! how was your day milady? its always a pleasure reading your replies too! <333 and i hope you'll enjoy your hiatus :))

also idk i just find parrots rly pretty, and the way the supposedly repeat stuff you say is rly endearing too djhdjfhfb in all honesty, im pretty new to the whole baking thing, but i love making cookies :D they always smell so lovely djfjdjdj i'd love to explore and make more stuff!

you do digital drawing? :o id love to see something! only if you're comfortable sharing though ofc <3

mmm i haven't watched alot of tv shows really tbh. my favourite and the only one im invested in atm is friends, ive watched alittle of modern family and how i met your mother, but that's pretty much it ig jdndjdj

as for movies, i love the greatest showman! it hits a bit too close to home but i always love the goosebumps i get whenever i watch it :) next would be thor ragnorok, which ive mentioned before djjdjs but its just really funny and love it sm, and it was loki's turning point so bonus marks. black widow is also a new favourite <333 though i felt terrible when they were being tortured as kids, but it really showed a new perspective on natasha and her past. i also really like the notebook! everything was so sweet it rly nearly brought me to tears jsbdjdjjsh and finally the shawshank redemption! it was something i didn't rly think i would like, but i was really pleasantly surprised lmao. everything was pretty depressing but it also kinda blew my mind away :D

for songs, my no.1 song rn is nct dream's irreplaceable, idk why exactly but i love that song. i also have a thing for songs that are similar genres to baekhyun's un village, nct jaehyun's try again and jungkook's still with you, so those are three more though im not really sure if they're really the same genre anyways and its been almost a year now and i still cant get over how nct 127's boom makes me feel 💕

hmm for fics, i dont really remember everything i read, but i absolutely loved your ceo cheol fic 🥺 it was so cute and the way reader and cheol work perfectly together T-T most of the time fics like these consist of cold bosses who only show a little warmth to the reader, but cheol was so sweet throughout everything it just made everything so much more adorable and endearing. i really really loved it :'D <333

what are your top 5 of these? and also for the next question, have you ever

been to a concert?

sneaked out from your house?

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase?

had a crush?

had a pet?

performed in front of a crowd?

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally? (yes im asking for recs)

- 💎 anon who loves you lots!! <333

milady?? heh you sound like chat noir from miraculous ladybug (my guilty non guilty pleasure show) i was thinking carefully about these answers thats why it took so long!! i'm going to go to bed after this is posted hehe this is gonna be a long reply so take all the time you need to answer pfft- my day has been lovely thanks to this ask by the way!!

yeah i'd love to show you something!! there were a couple burried in my rambling tags but when we're allowed to turn off anon i'd love to show you!! do you have discord btw?? it might be easier to talk on there afterwards!!

ooh how i met your mother is probably my favourite sitcom!! maybe that and b99. its pretty long and the ending was erm...not good imo but i still think the long length was worth finishing!!

the movies you picked are lovely anon!! i am also a fan of the greatest showman since i am also a big fan of musicals!! it was pretty fast paced but overall the grandeur and visuals of it stunned me and the sountrack is amazing!! i haven't watched black widow but hopefully soon!! and i dont usually watch a lot of western films but i really want to check out the notebook as well!!

ahh your music taste is also exquisite!! so im guessing you're more into like soft pop/rnb kinds of songs!! i definitely listen to baekhyun's music before sleeping since his vocals really suit soothing songs. i really need to check out more of nct's music - hello future was really good!!

OMG ANON YOU READ MY CHEOL FIC??? i was so unsure about that one but it makes my heart squeeze that you read all of it and liked it :'D

okie so my top 5 (no particular order) i'm probably forgetting a few

tv shows - 1. HUGE atla fan!! i even liked legend of korra even though some poeple didn't 2. how i met your mother 3. horimiya 4. extraordinary you 5. yona of the dawn

movies - 1. your name 2. big hero 6 3. tangled 4. weathering with you 5. from up on poppy hill - literally any ghibli i've watched

books (sorry lots of these are manga) - 1. fruits basket 2. haikyuu!! 3. SNOW WHITE WITH THE RED HAIR (IT'S MY FAVOURITE EVERYTHING) 4. to all the boys i've loved before (it's very different from the movies) 5. i don't mean to bring up percy jackson since it's been years but those books are still everything to me

songs - 1. eight (iu, suga) 2. all my love (svt) 3. kidult (svt) 4. dandelions (ruth b) 5. somehow (day6)

thank you for asking anon! i loved listing these out! next to the never have i ever!!

been to a concert? NEVER!! waiting for svt to come to canada, they didn't list canada for ode to you :(((

sneaked out from your house? NEVER i've sneaked people into my house...

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase? I HAVE! bts but it was only for like a month before i fell in love with 13 men...

had a crush? soobin duh i'm beginning to realize now that maybe i've been more in love with the idea of love instead of harbouring genuine feelings // NEVER!!

had a pet? I HAVE!! multiple fishes...rip

performed in front of a crowd? I HAVE!! i've played the drums during school concerts and during a competition a few years back!!

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally?

for this last one i'm going to tie it in into my top 5 fics of all time!! (with mini reviews!!) i should make a masterlist of my recs honestly - when i compile all of my favourites i think that's when i've be brave enough to tag the writers fjdshfdkj

out of touch, out of time by @/by-moonflower // i read this months ago and my heart literally still sinks whenever it even crosses my mind. i don't think i've ever been so emotionally impacted by a fic before and this is my go to rec for anyone who wants to FEEL something. i don't wanna go in depth as to spoil it, so i'll just leave it at that for now.

outlasting the universe by @/by-moonflower // you know what i'm just gonna link their entire masterlist because all of their works (even the short drabbles) are just literary masterpieces. the way they write makes you feel so alive?? and everything just speaks for itself and is so authentic. they make you feel like you're wandering amidst a ghibli film, periof. authentic is the best word i can use to describe their work and this fic is just the definition of beautiful.

bluff and nonsense by @/thepixelelf // THIS FIC. it's my go to rec overall. it was so memorable had such good flow and just genuinely so genuine?? i have no other words to describe it, it's just so ,,, lovely. the plot takes you on a journey and it's woven together so seamlessly.

in a span of three months by @/viastro // i won't be surpprised if you've read this one already because this author is a true staple in the carat writing community and honestly all of their works are simple timeless. this one really hit the mark for the me the most though and i finished it all in one sitting.

wish by @chocosvt // goodness i'm a fan of hoshi fics aren't i? this one was also really memorable for me and i have read it several times!! friends to lovers but they really made the trope their own and added lots of twists and tadbits that gave it so much charm!! i would also rec this as a starter fic for svt :))

phew thank you for reading all of that anon, i really appreicate you taking the time to write such love responses and questions. now i'd like to know your answers for the same questions ,,, have you ever:

been to a concert?

sneaked out from your house?

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase?

had a crush?

had a pet?

performed in front of a crowd?

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally?

to add on:

been to a place/been in a particular mood after a specific event that you wanted to stay in forever?

written a piece of work that sparked energy within your fingertips!!

met a person/have someone in your life who you now just treasure so deeply?

this is getting super long we need to reveal our identities soon fkdsfkjlds

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 29

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. We will be posting on our Tumblr where we’ll have fun pictures from time to time as well. http://tellerford13.tumblr.com We’ll also be taking requests for one shots, preferences or imagines for all things Sons at our other Tumblr, so check it out and send your thoughts!http://tellerford13oneshots.tumblr.com/ And just for fun, we’ve decided to start a Pinterest for the story! So if you want a glimpse at our girls and see into our world, check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/tellerford/

                                                 A/N : Thank you so much for waiting for us guys. I’m sorry it took so long to get out. You know how life can be.  I hope this was worth the wait. More is coming soon.

                                      Mo Astor Chapter 29

Lee

“You receive any strange emails lately?” Journee asks as she peers at me over her burger.

I roll my eyes. “No.”

She narrows her gaze and studies me. I can lie with the best of them, but not to Journee.

“Good.”

“Whatever Juicy did shut him down. I’m guessing he got tired of thinking up new ways to dick with me. Punk ass kids.”

Journee snorts. “Too much time and technology on the hands of the youth these days.”

“Pretty sure your son would know all about that, Ma.”

She sticks her tongue out at me, and I giggle.

“Keep it up, and I’ll find a better use for it.”

We’re posted at the picnic benches outside the clubhouse. Some days we meet up outside of work for lunch, but today we were both feeling lazy, and this way she gets to see her hubby, so she picked up food on her way in.

“He’s a good boy, leave him alone.”

“Spoken like a true little Gemma.”

“You wench.” She tosses a fry at me, and I move dodging it.

“Just calling it like I see it. Don’t worry Ma would be proud.”

“Please, she’s preening over you and Jax finally climbing out of the river of De-nile.”

“We weren’t.” I protest.

“Uh huh. A lie to yourself is still a lie.”

“You’re one to talk,” I mumble.

“Exactly, takes one to know one,” She flashes me a wide grin that gets her out of most things.

“How’s the blowback from Psycho?”

“I don’t know. I’m assuming good because Jax hasn’t said anything. He goes over once a week to check in. They’re civil at least because he doesn’t come home agitated, or worried about the baby. I know her morning sickness has gotten bad. Having a prospect over until she got back on her feet was a wise decision. I’m guessing she liked the company too. In a way, we did take away everything. It’s got to be shitty for her to come around the clubhouse now.”

“Hmmpph. She’d best get used to it.  ‘Cause no way in hell she’s pulling a Mary and keeping that baby away from Jax and its proper family.”

I nod my head in agreement. We both know the importance of family.  “I’ll never let that happen.”

“Wendy would go missing first,” Journee agrees.

“So bloodthirsty.”

She grins. “Nah. Just putting it on the table. So, did he move in yet?”

I pop a fry in my mouth and shake my head. “Not yet.”

“You want me to kick his ass?”

“It’s not him. It’s me. I’m just. This is all moving so fast. I’m not ready to give up that last piece of my independence.”

“Lord,” Journee huffs. “Please tell me you did not turn him down.”

“No. Nothing like that, he hasn’t asked yet. I think he’s waiting because he knows I’m not ready yet.”

“Of course he does. I don’t think you give him enough credit when it comes to you, Lee. You’ve always been different from anyone else. He gets you, and believe me when I say he catalogs your every move and stores it away in that big ass brain of his. This is him earning the right to have you. I’m all for that. He played the field and lived a self-revolving life for a long ass time. But don’t let it go too far. It’ll build a wedge. He needs to know you’re just as invested and ready to make concessions to make this work. Jaxy has never been the type to do anything slow. This hesitation is all for you.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I know.”

She gives a nod, and we let the subject drop. She’s got a precarious place, standing up for both of us against the other. I don’t know how she keeps the balance. Perhaps because she loves us both so fully.  Where he’s impulsive, I’m cautious, it’s led to friction before, but now we have a tentative waiting place. I see his dedication daily. It’s in the way he checks in on me during the day, shows affection without worrying about who's around, and makes it clear to the Crows he’s off limits. That’s new. With Wendy, they always knew there was a chance.

It’s changed the way I viewed him. I knew the boy, but this is Jax, the man, and the growth and maturation look damn good on him.

I peer over to the garage and bite my bottom lip as I watch him work on a car. He’s sexy, but it’s more than that, he’s comfort and protection, and L. My throat clogs up.

“Oh my God, I’m fucked.”

“What?”

I turn my attention back to Journee. “I think I’m in love with Jackson Teller.”

She throws back her head and lets out a full-bellied laugh that draws attention to us.

“Shut up,” I mumble.

“I can’t. I can’t help it.” She clutches her stomach. “To be so damn smart you are sure stupid when it comes to him.”

“What?”

“Girl you’ve been in love a long time. Both of you. It was so evident.”

“That’s not true,” I say.

“I’ll say this. It was past like.”

“What’s so funny?” Jax shouts from the entrance of the garage. Journee lapses into another fit and I shake my head.

“Your sister is loca.”

“Ain’t nothing new there,” Jax says as he shakes his head with a smile.

I can’t help the smile that slides across my face in response. With anyone else, I would begin to panic. I like to stay on top of my emotions. It keeps me from getting too attached which leads to being hurt down the road. For once, I’m just… excited. Is this what it feels like to be a normal woman in love? There’s no shadow of the past looming over me. I know without a doubt Jax will never be my father, and he has an army lined up to kick his ass if he steps out of line. Not that I can’t do it myself, but it speaks to his commitment.

Little by little the bastard has won me over. I shake my head and give a laugh. He’s a Teller, what else did I expect?

***

I’m watching HGTV as I fold clothes. Downtime is a blessing I never take for granted. Between keeping up with the upper crust of charming, cooking books at the shop, and being called on for God knows what else the club needs at a moment’s notice, I’m short on downtime. It’s mindless work as I make piles on the couch to put away while I decide on my next home project. A commercial break comes on, and I turn toward the pile and freeze. Boxers and white t-shirts are piled up just as high as my bras and panties. When had he brought over so many things?

I tilt my head to the side. We might not be talking about things, but they’re happening organically. I like having someone to come home to. Kick loved the road and the club more than he could ever love me. Jax is a strange combination of family man and biker. He’ll do whatever the club requires, but he’s never forgotten his family; blood and otherwise. It’s the one thing keeping me from running for the hills. I learned things that seem too good to be true generally are. Even with Kick, it fell apart right under my nose. I was thinking about marriage and babies while he found my input so insignificant he went Nomad without checking in with me first.

The relationships before him were casual, and I had to work up to that. My Father devastated me in more ways than one, and in another way, so did Gemma’s grief. She and JT had something special. She lit up around him, and he treated her like gold. Losing Tommy put a real hurting on them, and his death changed Gemma. Seeing the power, you give with your heart made me want to steer clear. Yet here I am wading into deep, permanent waters. Jax and I can never go back to the way we were. It’s not in either of us. So we make this work or risk fucking with dynamics that have been set in stone for ages.

I ignore the voice inside me that tells me I’m making a mistake. That’s the remnants of a broken little girl who needed her father. I’m a full grown woman who knows better. All this time Journee has been right. He’s been right in front of me, the perfect blend of lover and fighter.  A man I can trust with my entire heart, who knows me inside and out. There’s no explaining my past, or the rules of this life because he’s been there for everything. Warmth flows through my body.

The sound of a motorcycle coming down the driveway makes me smile. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“Honey I’m home.”

I roll my eyes. People would be stunned by his silliness. “I’m in the living room, Ricky.”

He comes around the corner and grins.

“I like this view.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“You doing my laundry.”

I grab a handful of whites, and he dodges.

“I didn’t mean it like that?!”

“Right.”

“I like this domestic thing we’re doing, Lee.”

He walks over and sinks down on the couch beside me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah?” He nods and gives me the bashful boyish smile that’s as rare as a unicorn. “I want to do more of this.”

“You offering to take out the trash and do the dishes when I cook?” I ask keeping things light while I fish for more information. The last thing I want to do is read too far into this.

“If that’s what you want me to do.”

I blink. “You’re serious.”

“Sure am, darling. I know we’re not rushing into anything, but I like what we have going. Don’t you?”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and peer up at him through my lashes. “I do.”

“Good.” He cups my face and pulls my mouth to his. Silence falls. He teases my lips with his tongue, and I suck it into my mouth. He moans, tilting his head as he fists my hair and takes over the lip-lock.

We surface for air breathing heavily.

“I think I need to thank you properly for all your hard work today.”

“Is that right?” I ask huskily.

“Mmmhmm.”  He bites my bottom lip. I groan, and he nibbles his way down my neck, tickling my skin with his beard as he sucks on my skin.

I shiver.

“Jax,” I whimper as I gently push him away. “I have meetings this week.”

“Good. They’ll realize you’re taken.”

I giggle. “Jax,” I say firmer.

He nips my skin and moves from the couch onto his knees in front of me.

“I’ll just have to find other things to mark then.” He pushes my dress up around my hips and strokes his thumb down the seam of my panties. “Already wet for me? Naughty little Lee.”

I give a throaty laugh. “You know exactly what you do to me.”

“Damn straight. Life those hips up.”  He hooks his thumbs under the sides of my underwear, and I help him ease the scrap of red lace down my body and over my heels. He spreads my thighs wide and licks his lips. A streak of desire runs through my body. His eyes are dark with desire, and his thumb is circling my clit, quickening the pulse in my core.

“So damn pretty.” He licks a path up my slick core and dives in, a man starved. I groan as I bury my fingers in his long hair and move with him. He’s an artist with his tongue, stroking, swirling, and penetrating me until I cry out. I lose track of the times I come as the world becomes a haze of pleasure and roughly whispered encouragement.

“I got to be inside you, Lee.”

I struggle to focus. “So be inside.”

He’s a ninja, stealthy and swift as he undoes his belt, lowers his pants, and places me in his lap.  I grip his firm shoulders as I lower onto his granite cock. I tilt my head back, moaning as he fills me to the brim.

“I need to see those blues.”

Our gazes lock and I lift up and slam down. We both cry out as he grips my hips helping me keep the frenzied rhythm as he goes deeper with every stroke. I swear I can feel him in my chest as we ride out the storm we’ve built. I flex around him as he pushes me to the edge. My breath comes in small puffs and my body trembles. Two more pumps and I’m gone, screaming his name. He follows me over, filling me with his heat as I collapse on his chest, my face in the curve of his neck. He smells like sandalwood, soap, and leather with a hint of oil. It’s a scent I’ve begun to associate with home.

“You know, I did three loads today,” I whisper.

He laughs. “Oh yeah? Guess we need round two then.”

I pull back and lose myself in the bright blue of his dancing eyes. This is exactly where both need to be right now.

***

“You okay, baby?” Jax rasps as he nuzzles my neck.

“Yes, but now I’m starving.”

He laughs. “Taco Tuesday?”

“You cooking, Teller?” I ask glancing over my shoulder.

“Haven’t you heard of Teller’s Taco Tuesday?”

I laugh. “No, but I like the sound of it.”

“Good.” He kisses my shoulder. “Take your time. I’ll get everything going in the kitchen.”

He slips from the bed, and I admire his firm back and ass. “You should balance out all those boxers and undershirts with more pants and shirts,” I say taking a leap of faith.

He pauses in the doorway and gives me a smile that would rival the sun. “I’ll be sure to do that this week.”

[xfirespritex]

Falling For the Perfect 10, Chapter 4

Chapter 1 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158091354468/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-1

Chapter 2 can be found here:  http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158131017523/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-2

Chapter 3 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158173737863/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-3

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Story Summary: Told from the point of view of an original female character we follow the ups and downs of dating, and falling in love with, Tye Dillinger. Pairing: Tye Dillinger X OFC Chapter Summary:Shanna makes her in ring debut and Tye is protective. Note: No warnings for this chapter. Sexual tension, innuendo and other such things can be found but at this time, this chapter could be considered safe for work.

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Thank you to everyone who commented and liked the last chapter. Hopefully you enjoy chapter 4!

-Brittney

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Chapter 4: A Debut and Desperation

It was a week later and we were filming for my NXT on screen debut. We filmed a couple NXT tapings at a time so while I wouldn’t be in the ring this week, I’d be in a backstage segment with Tye that would go on as an exclusive on the WWE network following NXT. Then we’d all change for the next round of tapings.

Earlier I had watched the interview begin with Tye talking about how he wasn’t joining SAnitY and saw the attack that took place during the interview, Jose and Roderick making the save. The main event was set for later, Tye, Jose and Roderick v. SAnitY. I kissed Tye’s cheek before he went out for the match and he winked down at me. “Soon the world will know about us,” he said. “You ready for that?”

I shrugged. “As long as you’re all mine, I don’t care if everyone knows.”

He smirked and stole a quick kiss. “Just yours,” he promised.

I smiled and watched Tye’s entrance, loving how the fans reacted to him. I know it gave Tye an adrenaline rush. Jose’s entrance was next and it was, as always fun. Roderick Strong went out next and the crowd cheered for him too and I smiled, seeing the three guys prep in their corner for their opponents.

SAnitY’s music hit and I watched the entrance from my place backstage, Liv standing beside me as we watched. The guys held their own, doing a good job of tagging in and out. However, when Killian Dain tagged in I winced, seeing him go directly for Tye, hitting him hard. The match continued and when it looked like Roderick might get the pin on Young things broke down. Wolfe broke up the pin and Jose took him to the outside. Roderick hit the ropes to go after Eric Young again but was tripped up by Killian Dain. Tye slid in while the ref focused on Dain and hit the Tyebreaker on Eric Young but then I saw it happen. Nikki climbed to the top rope and launched onto Tye, delivering a hurricarana over the top rope and knocking Tye over. She was back on the apron quickly, drawing the ref’s attention and Dain hit Roderick with a cross body, knocking the wind from Roderick. Eric Young picked up the win. SAnitY left the ring area and that was my cue to meet Tye and the guys once backstage.

My concern for Tye and the guys was genuine and as Hunter had always said, genuine emotions make it easy to put it on screen. As the trio came back stage the cameras got on them as they checked each other, Roderick holding his ribs from the hit and Tye and Jose nursing other bumps. Tye looked at me and gave me a look, telling me it was time. I walked into the shot and wrapped my arms carefully around him, taking some of his weight.

“You guys okay?” I asked, my eyes on Tye for a moment before looking at Jose and Roderick. I reached a hand out to Roderick, carefully placing my hand on his shoulder. “Roddy?” I asked.

He nodded slowly, carefully and took a deep breath. Jose waved me off and I turned to Tye, as we’d planned. “Tye?” I asked, my right hand sliding up to go around the back of his neck, getting him to focus on me.

“I told you I should’ve been out there,” I said, letting a little annoyance lace my voice.

Tye sighed. “And I told you, I don’t want you out there. Young is insane, who knows what could happen to you?”

“And looked what happened to you guys cause I wasn’t out there to stop Nikki,” I replied.

Tye sighed. “I’m not going to make you a target for them,” he replied. I clenched my jaw.

“Fine, I’ll make Nikki a target,” I said. Tye sighed, implying we’d had this conversation hundreds of times before taking my cheek in his hands and pulling me close to him, our foreheads touching.

“You’re not gonna stop, are you?” He asked, the camera close-up on us now, catching his words.

“Not until they do,” I responded, Tye let out a breath and gently kissed my lips, so light it barely counted as an actual kiss. It reminded me of the almost kiss from outside the dance club, the night we first started seeing each other.

The cameras clicked off and Hunter clapped from off screen, the taping complete. “Great job,” he said, coming over to us. He shook the guys’ hands.

“Really, the three of you put on a hell of a match,” he said, smiling proudly.

The guys nodded their thanks to him, Tye’s arm still around my shoulders.

“And you,” Hunter said, smiling at me. I felt myself beam back up, I couldn’t help it. “You look, to all the world, the pissed-off-no-longer-secret girlfriend of Tye Dillinger. That was perfect.”

I laughed lightly. “Like you said, real emotions are easy on screen.” Hunter laughed and pulled me into a hug, stealing me out of Tye’s arms momentarily before placing me right back in front of Tye, whose hand went around my waist.

“You guys know the drill, next round. Shower, change. Shanna, I need you to run to hair and makeup and your hair done for a match. You are going to challenge Nikki for a match over what she did to the guys.”

I nodded and turned to Tye, giving him a quick kiss before running off to change and get my hair redone.

After I was ready for my match Hunter played the replay package they were cutting together from what would be aired as last week. It showed the interview, the attack, the save and the match. It also included me and Tye talking, me promising that I wouldn’t stop until SAnitY did.

“This will air next week. The guys are filming a cut scene now where Andrea is interviewing Roderick and Jose about their involvement. That will follow the replay package. Then we’ll cut to a clip of you, calling out Nikki in the ring for your match.”

I nodded. “She’s on board?” I asked.

Hunter nodded and then motioned over my shoulder. I turned and saw Nikki standing there. Gimmicks and teams on screen aside she was a pretty cool girl, one of the few who had been wrestling a long time and one I knew I could go have a great match with, no planning required. We clicked. Hunter waved her over and she came to stand beside me, dressed in her gear but her demeanor was drastically calm compared to her crazy character.

“You girls, go out there and do this match right. Two things need to happen out there for this storyline to continue. First, Nikki you go out solo, but the rest of your crew does make an appearance. They don’t interfere in the match and you girls, I want you to decide who goes over tonight. The only thing that has to happen is after the match SAnitY corners Shanna. That’ll draw out Tye, Roderick and Jose. SAnitY is gonna get beaten back out of there. You girls, do the match your way. Just do the before and after the match my way. Got it?”

I looked and Nikki and she was doing her best not to smile hugely. Hunter trusted us to make the call. That was rare in the industry but not so rare here on NXT. We both knew to savor the trust and not fuck it up.

“Good, go,” Hunter said, patting our shoulders. We turned to go to the Gorilla, waiting for our cue.

“I think you need to go over,” Nikki said, her eyes not on me.

I turned to stare at her. “What?”

“SAnitY gets the win and runs. Why would we attack if I win?”

I shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe. Why don’t we do it like this…we lead towards me going over but if the crowd seems overly invested in the badness of SAnitY, if it seems they’re all behind me, pissed at the mere sight of all of you, you go over. The beat down after will enhance the heel side.”

She looked at me and nodded. She knew we were both putting our pride aside. A loss in the record books didn’t matter as much when the storyline could change everyone’s careers. I could hear the recap of last week playing and heard Roderick and Jose’s interview. The tech backstage motioned to me and I took my spot. Tye ran over and smiled down at me, giving me a quick kiss on the temple before getting out of my way to do my entrance.

My music hit and felt a thrill run through me. I went out, playing to the crowd before sliding into the ring. I went over and grabbed a mic, pacing the ring before speaking as my music died. The crowd chanted “Ten” at me and I tried not to laugh. There were signs in the crowd calling me “The Real Perfect 10” and other puns.

I put the mic to my mouth and stopped pacing, looking to the cameras.

“Last week, we all saw what happened. We saw SAnitY use their numbers to their advantage. And while we all know Nikki Cross is as certifiably insane we also know any decent man wouldn’t hit a woman.” The crowd cheered, agreeing. “So, unfortunately for me and my friends, they’re decent men. So, even to win a match, they won’t attack Nikki. But I can.” The crowd cheered again.

“Nikki,” I said, turning to face the ramp. “You want to be in a match so bad? Get out here and face me!”

I didn’t wait long, Nikki’s music hit quickly and I tossed the mic aside. She charged the ring and I backed to the ropes, hitting them as she slid in the ring and launching myself at her with a forearm. She flailed in frustration and a ref came into the ring to separate us. I pushed against his arm, begging her to take a shot. Nikki shouted back, pulling at her hair then shouting at the ref to start the match.

He looked at me and I nodded. “Start the match!” I said.

The ref shrugged slightly and the bell rung. Nikki and I flew at each other. We had seven minutes for the match, the post-match segment being more important. We gave it our all and Nikki hit me with a hurricarana, just as she did Tye. I laid on the mat, dizzy as she came to get the cover.

One, two, I kicked out and Nikki, in fake rage, hit the mat beside me, pounding it with her fists.

“Go over,” Nikki grunted at me, her face to the mat.

I put a hand to my head, covering my mouth from view. “You sure?” I asked.

“They want you to win. I need a reason to go postal.”

“Go postal,” I said.  She got what I meant. She jumped up and grabbed my leg, pulling me to her and starting to land punches. I covered up but when she got up, to rant around the ring and shout insanely I got my feet back under me. I popped up as she turned and charged her, taking her down to the mat and beating on her for a moment before getting up, dragging her by her hair.

“You think you get to touch my man?” I shouted at her. The crowd ooohhhed at that and then the shouting changed. SAnitY was coming down the ring surrounding it. I backed to the center of the ring and Nikki grabbed me, trying to set me up for the swinging fisherman’s neckbreaker. I reversed out of it, turning her around and grabbing her in a hangman’s neckbreaker. I hit the move hard and she crumpled over, as I rushed around for the cover. The third fall counted out and the ring bell rung. I stood quickly as SAnitY jumped up on the ring apron around me. I watched, wary eyes as the circled the ring.

I knew it was planned but it didn’t keep the fear from seeping through me. Nikki was one thing but I knew, deep down, Wolfe, Dain and Young were different. They wouldn’t intentionally, truly hurt me. But they were rough.

Wolfe got into the ring first and I tried backing away from him, going to get out of the ring and ending up right in Dain’s path.

Dain shoved me back into the ring and Nikki caught me, hitting the swinging fisherman’s neckbreaker she’d intended to hit before. I hit the mat hard and laid there and Nikki, doing her job, climbed on top of me and landed a few blows. Eric Young shouted then. “Give her to me!”

I felt Nikki stiffen but, she did her part, getting up and grabbing me by my hair, throwing me into Eric who caught me by my throat, his grip a bit tighter than I felt was necessary.

“Where is your lover boy now?” Young shouted in my face. His voice grated on my ears and his breath was stale. I grimaced away from him, still stuck in his grasp.

I heard the crowd pop and heard the sounds of Tye, Jose and Roderick getting into the ring. Eric tossed me to the mat as Tye came at him. I looked up from the mat, my hand on my throat as I watched Tye rip into Eric.  Wolfe and Dain were knocked out of the ring quickly by Jose and Roderick and I scrambled to my feet to dropkick Nikki through the second rope. I turned and watched as Tye hit the Tyebreaker on Young, glaring down at him before standing and coming over to me, putting his body between me and Young. He glared at Young as SAnitY pulled their leader from the ring, his eyes and hands going to my neck, his fingers shaking as he brushed over the redness there. Tye growled, actually growled and turned to look at Young again.

“You touch her again and I’ll kill you!” Tye shouted. Young shouted incoherently back as Tye’s music hit. Jose and Roderick stood beside me, the three of us standing behind Tye as he shouted at Young. I walked over and slid a hand up Tye back to his shoulder and his words cut off, turning to look at me. His eyes were dark and grabbed me to him, slightly rougher than usual and kissed me. The crowd cheered and when we broke apart SAnitY was gone from ringside. We all left the ring area.

When we got backstage I heard Matt Bloom and Hunter’s voices shouting. We turned the corner and there was SAnitY, each of them standing slightly apart from Eric Young who was being chewed out by the pair.

“Are you actually fucking crazy?” Hunter shouted, his face inches from Eric’s. “I told you all to gang up around her, to let Nikki hit a bunch of moves, not to put your hands on her!”

“I’m doing my job!” Young shouted back. Bloom stepped between them and pointed to me, forcing Hunter’s attention to the four of us. Hunter stalked away, leaving Bloom to deal with the group. Nikki caught my eye and I saw the apology there before Hunter’s body blocked my view.

“Shanna, you okay?” Hunter asked. He was fuming, breathing hard. “To the trainers, now,” he said. I didn’t argue. We walked off to the trainer, Tye’s fists clenched at his sides as we walked. Jose and Roderick followed too, as if being security for me as we went.

Once in the trainer’s room, with more light on it Hunter cursed under his breath.

“Shanna, you know I wouldn’t let him do that,” Hunter said, his voice angry and pleading at the same time.

“I know Hunter,” I said, my voice sounding rawer than I’d have liked it to sound.

Tye growled again, an arm going around me protectively as one of the trainers looked at the bruising.

“Her windpipe is fine, not crushed, just slightly swollen. The bruises will be gone in a day,” she said, handing me an ice pack to place there, just to help the process along.

I pressed the ice pack to my throat and took a deep breath, smiling at her. “Thanks,” I said, my voice still weak.

“Hunter, we gotta do something about this,” Tye said.

“We will. I didn’t want that to happen, I wouldn’t let that happen. Young will pay, in a few ways for this.”

“You’re going to fine him?” Roderick asked.

“Yes, all of you know the rules around here. He was told the limit and he crossed that.

“What else are you gonna do about this?” Tye demanded.

“Tye, I’m fine,” I said, trying to cool him down. He held a hand up to me, clearly too angry at the moment. The sounds I made that passed for talking probably didn’t help.

“You want him?” Hunter asked. “Next week?”

Tye nodded. “Yes.”

“Okay, you got it. But let’s be clear, she’s in this now, so are these guys. You get Eric Young, one on one, but all of them, will be at ringside.”

Tye started to protest but Jose cut him off. “It’ll be okay, we’ll cover her,” he insisted. Tye took a breath. Hunter walked over and kissed my forehead.

“Sorry about that, kid,” he said, true apology in his voice.

I nodded. “Not your fault. And it’s not Nikki’s either, she didn’t want to pass me to him but she did her role, don’t hit her with a fine,” I said, hoping he’d understand.

Hunter nodded. “Okay, if you say so. Just Young then.”

I nodded.

Hunter nodded again, kissed the crown of my head once more and turned to walk out, his voice rising the second he hit the hallway. “Where’s Young?” he shouted. Shouts answered him.

I sat on the trainer’s table with the icepack to my neck.

Tye came back to me and I could see his body shaking slightly. He kissed my temple but I could feel the restrained rage under his skin. I took his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze as we listened to the doctors.