#i was squeeling through this entire scene

[xolaanii]

I've been waiting so long to hear those words. I will stay with you, come what may.

[lov3nerdstuff]

Okay... 1. The new chapter made me squeel so hard I bit my tongue. 😔😬 2. Morgan can burn in the fires of hell. I literally got shivers at that scene and not the good ones 💀💀 3. Snape acting wierd af all of a sudden made me confused af lol. Also the way that this ends in a small cliffhanger is killing me rn 😭💀 I SMELL SO MUCH FORESHADOWING AND IM SCARED SMTH BAD WILL HAPPEN 😭😭 Good job on the new chapter! It was amazingly written! And I can't wait for more!! ❤️❤️

Awwrr I'm sorry you bit your tongue! That sounds painful 🥺 not as big of a pain as Morgan is, and is going to be though 😅😉 he won't burn in the fires of hell, I'm afraid... But you will soon wish even more that he would. And oh boy, Snape's behaviour confused Robin as well, so you're in good company! She doesn't understand, can't... And I'm afraid the cliffhanger was rather merciful, as you'll soon discover 😇😅

But all I can say is that whatever we and Robin go through now, it will be worth it. I promise 💗✨

Ehehehe you should smell the foreshadowing, because honestly the entire freaking story is a giant game of foreshadowing. Ask @beenthroughalot, she knows what I mean 😂😇

And thank you so much dear, I'm so happy that you enjoyed it 🥰💕✨ there will be more tonight, and again I repeat myself: IT WILL BE OKAY

[lokis-lady-death]

The King of Gods Pt 4

Tom Hiddleston/Loki x reader

Lady Death: This is a sequal to the Interview with a God series I completed a few months ago. This picks up months after the original story ends. If you haven’t read IWAG, HERE is a quicklink to Part 1 or you can find it on my Master List !

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-Recap-

-There was no way to know how long the silence carried because to you, your mind was loud, thinking about your life before you had met Loki. Could you go back to life without the god of mischief? Could you be the person you were before you got to wake up every morning to those stunning green eyes?

Some part of you, deep down, had always thought things were too good. You knew that this was not meant to last forever, that eventually, the god would leave you behind.

It had just come so abruptly with no warning.

“Y/n,” Loki whispered, his own voice cracking, “Please say something.”

“I don't really know what to say,” you admitted. “Should… should I leave?”

He looked offended you would ask, dreading his brow. “No? No, I don't want you to leave. Quite the contrary…” To stop from blurting it out, Loki bit down on his lip. He took hold of your chin, slightly tilting your face to his. “Darling, I want you to stay. Here. With me.”-

The King of Gods Part 4

“You want me to stay with you? In Asgard?”

The words came out but they still didn't feel real. Loki had been told he would inherit a kingdom of gods and now he was proposing you stay with him. It was just so much to take in.

Loki took hold of your hands, his thumbs making small circles into your palms as he took a long, slow breath. “I realize this is a lot to take it… “

“It's more than a lot,” left you before you could even process what it was you were saying. Inside your head, your thoughts were running rampant.

His thumbs stopped moving. He waited an extra moment to consider your words before asking, “Y/n… are you saying no?”

“I think-” That it was an impossible choice. That you needed time. That there was too much to consider.

You knew you loved Loki, you knew you wanted to be with him, but he was asking you to leave your world behind. Leave everything you ever knew back on Midgard and live here in this world of gods, with him as king.

What about your life? What about your family? Your friends? Your work?

Could you do that?

“Y/n?”

Could you make that decision right now?

“Y/n, darling,” Loki spoke softly to bring you back to him. There was still concern behind his eyes that now was giving way to an uncertainty that you had never noticed before, but he managed to go on. “I need to know what your answer is. Will you stay?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out at first. Resituating yourself, you swallowed before finally answering, “I, I think I need time.”

“Time,” he echoed in a dry tone. His hand came around and laid across your cheek, cradling your face as he agreed. “I can give you that.”

Though the god smiled, you could see his pain from your response. In the back of your mind, you knew, deep down, that Loki could very easily make the decision for you. Just one suggestion uttered from his lips and his influence could make you live out the rest of your life here with him and you would be powerless to stop it.

Turning your face to the side, you kissed the inside of Loki’s palm to try and convey some type of affection to make up for your answer. “I love you,” you told him, residing in yourself that he meant his word. He had gone months without holding his influence over you and that wouldn't change now, you thought.

The god wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer as his lips caught yours with a kiss that was soft and fleeting.

When you parted, he pressed his forehead to yours. “Y/n, I…” Before he could find any words, you both paused at a commotion from behind the bedroom door.  Loki straightened up, easing you behind him just before the door opened.

Thor and Baldur stood in the doorway, both looking equally as frazzled as their eyes canvassed the room.

“I haven't been to this part of the palace since Mother passed away,” you heard the god of thunder say under his breath.

Loki stiffened at the comment but instead of snarling off, he asked, “Well is there a reason you're here now?”

Both men looked at Loki in such a way that their likenesses mirrored. That furrowed brow, the square jaw, that intense, blue stare. “We wanted to know what Allfather said to you,” Thor pressed bluntly.

Loki clicked his tongue, relaxing a bit. “I'm sure you both know exactly what he had to say.”

It was Baldur who spoke up this time, his voice monotone behind his harsh words. “By the way you acted, you weren't very grateful of his gifts. We wondered if you were going to return to Midgard.”

“Return to Midgard? But I accepted the titles? Why would anyone believe I left?”

The blue eyed pair looked to one another before Thor’s eyes turned towards you. There was only a split second where your eyes met, as if he was trying to tell you something. They quickly went to Loki before he suggested, “You need to go speak with him. Now.”

“Why, is something the matter?”

“We don't know,” Baldur sighed, “But by the way he asked if you returned to Midgard, I would have thought he was about to send the army to find you. It's best if you speak with him right away.”

Loki whipped his head down to catch you wide eyed. Again a new element to the neverending mystic of Asgard. What was Odin up to now?

“Darling, “ he smiled as he reassured you, “Everything is quite alright. You may wait here and I will return as soon as I am finished speaking with Allfather.”

The god of mischief turned to face the others. The three of them had an entire conversation through their glares while you looked between them all.

“Where is he?”

“He's waiting for you in the trophy room,” Baldur spoke quickly as he followed Loki out of the room. You noticed a quick glance from Baldur towards Thor just before leaving you and the god of thunder alone.

Only just now did you realize your heart had been beating harder and harder with all of this excitement. You closed your eyes, took in a deep breath and tried to calm yourself.

Everything was alright, Loki said so. He was giving you time to think about his proposal to have you stay, and this issue with Odin would soon be resolved. He didn't need you worrying, he needed you thinking about your future, about his-

Thor grabbed hold of your hand before you could complete the thought, commanding, “Follow me.”

Your step matched his per his request and you felt a gasp escape your lips. “Where are we going?”

“You're going home.”

“Home?”

The first reaction was to stop walking, halt in your steps. Every part of you screamed out at him to stop.

But you knew his influence wouldn't allow it. Helplessly, you followed, only managing, “Loki asked me to wait for him in his room…”

“Loki doesn't know you're leaving. I assure you, y/n, It's better this way.”

Tears started flooding your eyes, the confusion too much to take anymore. You were so angry, so fed up, so upset, you wanted to scream out loud.

“I don’t understand, please, I can't just leave without telling him goodbye-”

Thor whipped his head to face you, his eyes burning into yours as he warned, “If you don't be quiet, I swear I will make you. We cannot be noticed right now.”

He started to pull on you again, but to your surprise, in all your frustration, your legs froze in place. You no longer followed Thor.

In that split moment, you felt so empowered, so strengthened. You had withstood a god’s influence. But how?

The question was passing in your mind long before a high pitched squeeling erupted in your ears. It was so loud and teeth cringing it felt as though your ear drums would rupture at any minute. Your hands clasped over your ears and you dubbled over, screaming in agony, begging it to stop.

Is this what happened if you fought a god’s order?

You could feel someone grab hold of your shoulder and lift you just enough so that you were forced to release the hold on your ears. Thor roared, “Stop!”

Your whole body cringed at the sharpness in his tone but to your relief the squeeling ceased. Again, Thor grabbed your hand, pulling you up to your feet. “That was a truly stupid thing to do, y/n. I am trying to save your life, I expect you to be a bit more grateful and stop stalling.”

Tears were spilling down your cheeks as you began following him again. “I don't understand, why do I have to leave?” you asked, trying your damnedest to speak softly without your voice cracking. “Loki made it sound like I was going to stay here with him?”

“That's because he doesn't realize Allfather stripped you of your oracle title.”

“What?”

That was a title Loki had given you, how could Odin take it?

And what did that mean for your relationship with the newly named crowned prince?

The god of thunder didn't slow until he came to a tapestry hanging on the wall that depicted the royal family gathered in the throne room. You caught a glimpse of Loki’s stoik face, his green eyes, pale and dull. Seeing his face hurt all the more and you cut your eyes down at your feet as Thor pulled the imagery back to reveal a hidden door. When Thor finally brought you outside into the crisp night air, you felt a chill across your damp cheeks. Thor wasted no time before leading you around the side exit, careful to stay against the castle walls as brought you back towards the city. While your step matched Thor’s, you let your eyes wander around the grounds and take in the scene before you. The sky was a swirl of indigo and violet with bright light stars spring led throughout, all illuminating the dark world of Asgard. The homes were dark, the streets were quiet. All the people that welcomed you slept peacefully in their beds while you were being lead down the alley, still sobbing to yourself.

When you made it to the mouth of the golden massive archway that originally welcomed you here, you hesitated. Looking back and seeing your face, Thor stopped to let you collect yourself.

In the stillness, in the pain, in the emptiness, you couldn't keep back the question that burned in the back of your throat. “Why?”

“Y/n…” he started, but couldn't finish. He knew he was breaking your heart. He knew he was going to break Loki’s.

He was betraying you both and knew it but he couldn't even articulate his reason.

You bowed your head and ran a hand over your face. “You said I'm in danger. Why?”

“Allfather is furious Loki named an oracle without his permission. Not to mention he was meant to be in miserable exile, not off galavanting and falling in love.” Thor hadn't met your gaze, instead he stared back towards the palace. “I don't know all the details but Baldur and I agree, he is planning something. You need to return home, and hopefully he will become so focused on Loki’s coronation that he won't hunt for you.”

“Hunt for me?” you breathed out. It was too surreal.

This time Thor turned to face you, his tone gentle as he expressed, “I know I haven't been the best brother. I know I have done wrong. But you may be surprised to know you and Loki aren't the only ones being affected by these current circumstances. And right now, the best thing for everyone involved, the best thing for you and Loki, is that you leave.”

Your heart sank as the rainbow waves of the bifrost illuminated the way for your exit, but Thor hadn't moved to leave. He was still watching the palace.

“You said Loki and I aren't the only ones affected,” you managed. “How is this hurting you?”

This time you could see the god of thunder tense at your question, and you wondered if he would snap at you again.

Instead he asked something that surprised you.  

“You're a journalist for a celebrity magazine. Don't you interview actors for a living? Isn't it your job to know about the ins and outs of our lives?”

Your brow creased at that. “Yeah, I guess?”

Closing the distance between you, his lips lightly brushing your ear, Thor whispered to you, “For just one moment, stop seeing me as Thor, y/n. I'm still Chris Hemsworth. Elsa and I aren't just some god and oracle, we are husband and wife. Now, who is missing?”

You inhaled sharply as you realized what you had never once considered. “Your kids…”

The two of you were interrupted by the sound of fast footsteps when Baldur arrived, breathless. “We don't have much time, they could finish at any moment.”

“How were they when you left?”

“Allfather told Loki that his Midgardian wasn't a true oracle.”

You tried to ask for more, but Thor spoke over you, “How did that fair?”

“Oh, ha,” Baulder snarled. “They both went into a roar.”

“Did Allfather ask to find her?”

Again you tried to speak up, but no one would hear you.

“No, I left before they could give me any attention, they are very distracted-”

Finally, you exploded, “Will you all PLEASE stop talking about this like I'm not standing RIGHT HERE!”

Both Baldur and Thor turned to you, their faces reading quite differently. Thor looked sympathetic, apologetic, but not Baldur. His eyes were just as intense as ever as they fell upon you like the weight of the world.

“You realize we are trying to save your life?” he asked incredulously. “We’re committing treason to do this.”

“I don't recall asking for your help,” you barked back. “You didn't even give Loki a chance to talk things over with Allfather before you started fucking with everything! How do you even know I'm in danger? And why wouldn't you tell Loki before you dragged me out here? How come-”

“Silence!”

Your mouth closed but your eyes were still begging to know more. Baldur looked over to Thor before he stepped towards you, his voice low and threatening. “Let me assure you, lady y/n, I harbor no concern for your safety. I don't know what Thor has told you but my priorities lie with the crown. I will see to it that Loki is crowned as Allfather sees fit.” He was only a breath away, his voice going even darker as he continued. “I don't care what happens to you, because the truth is that you are a tool. You're a tool Loki uses for pleasure and can just as easily be turned into a tool against him. In which case, you become a threat to the crown. You leaving is best for everyone.”

“Ex-Cuse Me?!” You could not believe your ears. How dare he say such things, what gave him the right to insinuate he understood the effort, the love, the support that you and Loki endured during your short relationship? The audacity was completely striking, leaving you more than hot under the collar.

Baldur didn't seem phased one bit by your rage. He stepped back, shrugged his shoulders and pulled up his robes, all before catching eyes with you again.

“Y/n, take one step back.”

You did, annoyed by the involuntary movement.

“Get on your knees.”

Your legs willingly buckled, dropping you so quickly you instinctively splayed your hands out to keep from hitting your face.

“Baldur, perhaps now is not the time-”

“No, Thor, if there's plenty of time for her to argue and demand answers, then there is time for a lesson in one's place in our world.” He turned his attention back to you just as you were raising your head. “Y/n, say I'm a tool.”

You lips parted to speak but your pride held them in.

And just like that, the squeeling sound erupted in your head, so defining you couldn't understand how no one else could hear it. Your hands held your ears and you tucked your head down, but nothing made the sound any more bearable.

It was when Baldur tangled his fingers in your hair to pull you up that you realized just how truly powerless you were. Even though you managed twice now to withstand the influence of two gods, all it resulted in was this crippling pain. You couldn't even fight or pull away.

“Shh,” he soothed, petting your hair back from your tear stained face. “Hush, stop your crying.” When you bit back the tears, you glared up into his blue eyes, certain that if looks could spew venom, he would be poisoned. “I hope you understand now, lady y/n. If I can make you do such simple things, imagine what someone who wanted to hurt Loki could make you do.”

The realization of a god’s true power came into mind, the image of someone using you as a pawn replayed in the back of your head. It wasn't much different than Hela using both you and Elliot to try and taunt Loki into coming murder.

Despite the awful taste it left in your mouth, you had to admit maybe they right.

Maybe Loki would be better off with you gone.

Thor stepped forward now, grabbing Baldur by the shoulder and pulling him away from you. “I believe that the point has been made. Y/n, come. It's time to go.”

You slinked yourself together, standing with your shoulders straight even though it felt you couldn't hold yourself up much longer. The excruciating pain in your head still remained like being hungover from one too many drinks, a lasting reminder of why you don't fight gods.

Baldur, after making a few mumbled comments under his breath, began walking across the bifrost ahead of you. Slowly, you followed with Thor at your side.

After some minutes of painful silence, the god of thunder spoke to you, but you didn't hear.

He repeated himself, “I'm sorry.” At that you had to glance back to see him finish, “Baldur is a bit tense, but he normally isn’t like this. We’re all just a little tense, y/n. You know this isn’t personal.”

“I'm sure,” was all you could say.

Thor was having his own difficulties, but with your nerves so on edge you didn't have time to give him a second thought.

It wasn't until he asked you something that you felt the air leave your chest.

“Do you want me to take away his memory, y/n?”

You froze in place. “Come again?”

“I can make it to where you don't remember him. Or any of this. And you can't mourn a lost lover you cannot remember.”

His solution seemed so simple yet earth shattering.

Forget Loki?

“Would he remember?” you asked softly, keeping your eyes straight ahead. “Or could he forget?”

“Knowing Loki, he would choose to remember.”

That settled it. “If he would choose to remember then so will I. I can't leave him like this and let him be the only one who hurts. That wouldn't be right.”

Thor nodded, lowering his eyes as he commented, “That's quite noble of you.”

You all continued in quiet, like a marching funeral procession. When you finally reached the bifrost tower, Baldur stopped you as Thor came to stand by his side.

“Is he watching?”

Baldur peaked into the room, scanning. “I don't see him…Wait, over there!”

Looking around the corner, you caught a slight glimpse of a golden horn shimmering off the starlight.

Heimdall.

“Can you tell if he is awake?”

“His eyes aren't glowing,” you said to no one in particular. They both passed you a look before realizing your were right. “Besides, I thought Heimdall is blind?”

“He's not necessarily blind,” Baldur explained, his voice barely above a whisper. “He just doesn't have his eyes.”

“What happened to his eyes?”

Thor stood, finally making his way through the entrance as you and Baldur slowly followed. “When Heimdall became keeper of the tower, it was rumored his sight could travel across the realms in a way no other god’s could.”

“So what use is a eyeless watchman?”

“He has many uses if you are the one who wears his eyes.”

You but down on your tongue, realizing the insinuation they were both making. It made sense now, the strange golden color of Odin’s eyes, the intense glowing from the eye sockets of the watcher.

Odin used Heimdall’s eyes to watch the Bifrost portal himself.

The type of man Odin was began to unveil itself to you, a person whom’s own sons were nervous around. A man who simply told someone what they were to do and it was done. A man so committed to being in control that he would take someone else's eyed. A man who could destroy your life as you knew it.

It sounded so far fetched it was hard to wrap your mind around, but the plan Baldur and Thor had now seemed perfect. They used Odin’s anger with Loki to distract him enough that he wouldn't notice the use of the Bifrost.

In theory, a decent idea; the only problem-

the Bifrost was dark. What was once an array of cascading colors now a blank wall of nothingness.

You watched uselessly as the men scurried around in the dimly lit room, practically bouncing off walls while they searched for what you had to guess was the way to turn the Bifrost back on.

You took a few timid steps towards Heimdall, reveling in his dramatic stature. It was then that you noticed a large sword in his arms.

“Damn,” Thor cursed when he saw it, too. He walked to your side just before Baldur threw up his hands in defeat.

“How are we supposed to activate the portal with this monstrosity holding the key?”

The god of thunder sighed, stretching out his shoulders as he commented, “You take y/n to the opening. I'll get it running.”

“Thor, exactly what are you-”

The words couldn't come out fast enough, because just as Baldur was taking your hand in his, Thor had simply reached over Heimdall’s leg and pulled the sword from him. You and Baldur headed for where the Bifrost would light up just as Thor stabbed the weapon into the ground.

And Heimdall’s eyes shot open.

There was a sudden shockwave that erupted, like the surge of an earthquake, nearly tripping you up but Baldur caught your before you could face plant.

You looked over your shoulder in time to see Heimdall rise and go towards Thor, sending a wave of terror over you.

“This is ludicrous!” Baldur screamed at the god of thunder. But despite his words, the portal began to glow.

Heimdall, finally realizing what was happening, turned to face you, but Baldur stepped between you.

“Gatekeeper, stand down-”

His smooth talk was cut short when Thor grabbed hold of the horn of Heimdall’s helmet, making his head whip around and face him just as he brought a fist across his cheek.

Looking past the fight, something green caught your gaze. It was then that what had begun so quickly all seemed to freeze. You couldn't hear the others, couldn't make out what was happening.

The world simply froze as you realized it was Loki you were seeing, standing there, jaw dropped, in the entryway of the tower.

His mouth moved but you couldn't make put the words over everyone else's roars.

It was then that Odin came into view and you truly felt your heart beat intensity.

“Y/n, now!”

You could hear Baldur, could feel his hand take a firm grip of your shoulder.

But you couldn't look away from Loki and those shattered eyes.

Baldur, blue eyes blazing, ordered you, “Turn around, y/n!”

You did so, seeing the waves of light washing down the wall like a waterfall of colors just before tears began pouring down your face.

How could something so beautiful make you so sad?

“Step through the Bifrost!”

Your foot instinctively tried to follow the command but you stopped yourself, just enough to turn.

Before the mind numbing pain of fighting a god’s influence enveloped you, you locked eyes with him one last time.

“Loki,” you started, “I-”

The sound exploded in your ears before the words could come out and the last thing you felt was a hamd, flat on your chest, push you backwards through the portal.

~~~~~

Loki watched helplessly from the other side of the tower as you fell back into the void that was the bifrost.

Just like that, Thor, with half his shirt torn off in his scuffle, plucked the sword from the ground and held it out to Heimdall. Confused, the gatekeeper took it.

“What is the meaning of this disruption!” Odin bellowed. Baldur and Thor stood side by side before their king, heads hanging as neither offered a word.

Loki stood, dumbfounded by the entire display. “Did you just send y/n back to Midgard?” he asked Thor, stunned beyond anything else.

“She requested to return home,” Thor lied. “She said this was all too much for her.”

Loki’s perceptive eyes bounced between the two of them, noting the ‘please understand’ look his own brother was giving him.

“Did you erase her memories?” the god of mischief asked, his voice quite steady but his eyes glassed over. “Is she going to remember me?”

Baldur and Thor shared a look before Thor quietly answered, “Her memories are gone, brother.”

Loki lowered his head, biting down on his lip as he let the weight of those words fall on him.

“I suppose that solves the dilemma of having to deal with the mortal,” Odin spoke, his words holding a finality on the matter. “Not everyone can handle the world of gods, my son.” His hand came down, hard and heavy, on Loki’s shoulder just before steering him back towards the bridge.

Over his shoulder, he shot Baldur a nod of approval before disappearing to the night.

When left alone, Baldur and Thor began to make their walk back to the palace.

“You played me,” the god of thunder accused under his breath. “I can't believe I believed you.”

“I didn't play you…” Baldur tried to defend, but he was cut short.

“Then how did he get here so fast, Baldur?” the god roared. “How did he know we would be here, Heimdall was asleep, no guards saw us!”

“Thor-”

“And though we have committed treason, used the Bifrost without his permission, he hardly even gave us a second look. ADMIT IT! He told you to trick me into helping you throw y/n from Asgard!”

Silence.

Thor turned like he would start walking again, but he just couldn't hold it in. “You tricked me into staying here for all these months. You tricked me into bringing Elsa here, so now neither of us can be with our children. Then you said all I needed to do was bring Allfather Loki and y/n. You said I could go home and be with my family. Instead, you lead me to believe y/n has to leave or else she would be harmed, and as always, I believed you.”

Baldur stopped in his tracks, folding his arms over his chest as he mocked, “You say I've done all these things, but it's Allfather who is keeping you here, Thor. I am merely passing his words, I am no more responsible that a piece of parchment with orders written on them.”

“This is just like when we were children and you would hide behind Mother! You make choices, Baldur. Terrible, terrible choices and you do everything Allfather asks of you without wondering, for a single second, how your choices are going to hurt those around you.”

“I am merrily being a dutiful son-”

“To a man who will NEVER allow you to call him father.”

At that both men grew dangerously quiet, standing miles above the Asgardian sea on the iridescent rainbow bridge.

“Do you think I don't realize the consequences of my actions?” Baldur asked. “Because I will see her face in my dreams tonight, Thor. I will see the look y/n gave me just before I pushed her through that portal for many restless night.”

At that, Thor scoffed, passing Baldur in a way so that his shoulder caught his, nearly knocking him back. “Unlikely,” the god of thunder mumbled, “Because if you saw the face of everyone who's lives you ruined in the name of Allfather, I'm certain you'd never sleep.”

~~~~~

Everything hurt.

It hurt bad.

Pain was the only thing you mind could collect right now, the immense physical and mental deprivation threatening to tear you apart. Your back laid flat against the earth, your hands palm up and stiff. You blinked, unable to clearly see anything. Had you gone blind on impact?

“Y/n?”

Someone, a man, called your name out. You tried to answer but no words left your lips.

Blinking more, you were able to see that you were in darkness staring up at the night sky. Trying to move, you were able to look around and recognize you were where Thor had brought you and Loki to use the Biftost.

Again you heard your name.

“I'm…. Here…” you called out weakly.

A light moved over your head, a flashlight, whipping rapidly around you.

“I'm. Here.”

The sound of small branches crunching under heavy feet came closer and closer until finally someone came to your side. The flashlight blinded you at first but as it moved from your face, you were relieved to see David, the driver for Tom Hiddleston.

“Don't worry, y/n, I got cha.” He kneeled beside you, cradling your neck as he lifted you from the dirt.

“How did you…”

“Shhh,” he spoke softly, “We can talk later, let's get you home.”

Side note: in case anyone was wondering (and also because I have to share little tidbits liek this) Baldur is meant to be portrayed by Liam Hemsworth ^_^

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[hypnokinkwithmrdream]

Down We Go With Trevor Sharp

(prompted by Gleeful Abandon’s MCStory Premise Generator) 

(I am taking the opportunity to do quick mc porn writing using the excellent and weird contraption Gleeful Abandon (GleefulAbandon@Twitter) has created. These are relatively unedited in the tradition of @hypno-sandwich‘s 20 minute porn)

As you clicked the link to Trevor Sharp’s “SharpNews” feed, the familiar green video image opened up, the nightvision camera that Trevor always used for his more clandestine missions. His deep smooth voice already narrating his actions softly. As the view shifted to a storm door, typical in every way, you could see his hands grabbing the handles.

“Literally on the threshold of the greatest discovery mankind has made, this is the moment we have all been waiting for.”

The doors opened easily, leading to steps seemingly carved into the bedrock itself, steps that lead down so far that there was no sign of the bottom. As Trevor quietly stepped down into the earth, he looked from side to side, examining any sign of construction, but it was as if the walls were perfectly smooth, each step precisely shaped.

“Unnaturally smooth. I don’t know if you can hear it but there is a humming. Maybe just some sort of vibration from the ground.”

The humming became both more audible as Trevor went further, but it was overshadowed by strange noises from below. A clapping sound, and then strange high pitched speech, indecipherable. It would repeat intermittently.

“They are talking. Scientists will be studying these recordings in hope of translating the unknown language of these interstellar invaders.”

The moment that Trevor reached the bottom of the stairs, a flare of light blinded the camera until he switched it to regular mode.

“Ow, that hurt, but as you can see this is a well lit..”

“Hi Trevyyyyy!!!”

The camera shook in shock and focused on a woman sitting at a plain metal table with a strange glowing ball that seemed to hover a bit above the surface. All of a sudden it jiggled and bounced and a big smiling face winked from its surface before it went back to normal. The woman clapped her hands happily and laughed in a ridiculously childlike giggle.

“Barbara! Damn it... I mean... Well I see you have accidentally stumbled upon this discovery.”

“Trevy! You came! Come play!!!”

The women looked like Barbara Bright, but her normally rich and serious voice was now high pitched and silly. She started to stand up but almost immediately the little ball smiled at her again and she giggled and clapped like a one year old.

“What is going on here, Barbara. You told me you had a lead in Tulsa...”

“Tulsa is a funny word. Tulsatulsatulsatul sa tul sa.” She continued to babble finally distracted again by the ball.

Trevor whispered, “What is that thing, Bright?”

“It is my bouncy bounce bounce friend, duh!”

Trevor searched around the room, seeing no sign of a door, and infact the door he entered through was gone. The soft humming continued and felt somewhat reassuring, a sign that there was something mechanical somewhere. The room itself was uncluttered, but he noticed a satchel laying at the far wall. As he approached it, he began to slow down.

“This is strange, but I am not worried. I know that we are safe, it is just a matter of figuring out how to move forward, to get...”

He picked up the satchel and found the notebook and video camera of his competitor in news hunting. The camera was still on and as he viewed the footage, he could see nothing unusual. Once Barbara reached this wall she had put her bag down to try and examine something she saw, but the camera did not pick up.

Barbara’s voice came from the small speaker “It was there, for a moment, a symbol, or picture. I don’t know. I can tell you this, that since I have entered this room I have felt sure that I am finally where I need to be. This is amazing, and I know we are on the edge of um... like... that humming just is so nice, don’t you think? I mean it is like a little bit of a vibrating.. Well never mind. I am... it does feel good. I really should sit down. Um. Oh look what is that it is a ball.

Her voice faded away leaving nothing but the sound of the humming.

Trevor laughed and looked back towards the table before a flash of light from the wall distracted him.

“I definitely saw something, a picture or some sort of... Is it warm in here. Mmm it is warm. Too much clothing.”

As he walked back towards Barbara, she squeeled “Trevy why are you taking off your clothing? Oooh Barbie likee” The sound of clapping and her giggling faded slightly as the camera fell to the ground along with the jacket, pants and nightvision goggles Trevor was wearing. The camera now sideways showed him in nothing but his blue boxer briefs walking to the chair that you didn’t remember from when you first saw the table. The ball bounced and Trevor giggled childishly.

A few moments later, both reporters now clapping and giggling, Barbara Bright now discarding her blouse and sliding out of her slacks, throwing her boots to the side. “Too hot. Nudienudienude,” the humming became louder. It almost felt like a voice.

Then there were four of them. They were like shimmers and then the entire room changed. Transparent windows that didn’t seem like glass but some sort of metallic liquid shimmered showing scenes of humans in various sexual poses. At first it looked as if they were manikins but as you stared in horror, it became apparent that they were simply moving very slowly. As you watched, Barbara and Trevor were lead to an empty one, that suddenly took on the look of a high school girls bedroom. Barbara giggled at the pink wall paper, while Trevor slid his underwear off. Barbara giggled and then slipped her panties off and layed back into the bed. The shimmers seemed to move about them, and as they did the two of them began to fuck, with each stroke slowing them down until the shimmers seemed to glow at once.

Barbara’s face became nearly frozen, mouth open, eyes wide, as Trevor very very slowly pounded away. It was as if they were in a different time dimension. The shimmers moved out of the diorama and approached the camera, forming into a symbol. For a moment you had a flash of understanding. The two reporters now believed they were a high school couple sneaking an afternoon fuck while the house was empty, playing hooky and losing their virginity. They would be doing this for a very long time, and the shimmers would feed off the sexual energy, the emotional energy. The competitive dynamic between the two once intelligent reporters was now converted into nearly animal lust of rutting teenagers, their previous lives wiped away, replaced by the minimal amount of conscious necessary to allow their perpetual lust.

Even as this realization flashes into your mind another one slowly becomes apparent, that you will forget you saw this, and forget Trevor Sharp and Barbara Bright. Instead you will look at the pornographic pictures and masturbate, generating more energy for the shimmering beings. The thought of it seems comforting as the hum throbs in you. You know you cannot resist so why bother. Once you orgasm you won’t ever think about it again.

(Prompt: An alien uses subliminal messaging to make two nosy reporters dumb and they're posed and put on display.)  

@diaryofasnowflake, @the-perfect-monster, @h-sleepingirl, @wildnutmeg, @zanydanger

[dreadlock-detective]

The Sad Boi.

Guys, I think I finally feel actual squeeling fan idiocy for the first time in a long, long time and it’s over the terrible pit of self-loathing that is the D&D group that Dindel’s in. Other groups are great fun, but this group’s pile of personal trauma has accidentally lined up so beautifully and the players have gone above and beyond to write out stories of the characters outside of the game itself and they feel so much deeper than most.

It’s not my story to post, but this scene happens during Dindel and Vale’s little mutual get together and subsequent love making. Niles, hearing them through the wall, starts to have an emotional breakdown as he mentally argues with some sort of elven spirit that resides in him about his hatred of elves and his self-loathing for being a half-elf himself spills over and he realizes he has feelings for Dindel and he’s been nothing but push her away the entire time they’ve known each other and how she’s banging the cat-man.

This is some high octane drama shit happening here and I am stoked to see how this keeps developing~

Other Bards: “I roll to seduce everything!”

Our Bard: *hears two teammates boning and breaks down crying*

[leelee10898]

Thing's go bump in the night.

@speedyoperarascalparty requested Leo & Aria as Hugh Hefner & a playboy bunny. I hope this does it justice.. Nsfw & crack comedy lol. 🎃

"you almost ready?" Aria called out to Leo, who was still in their bathroom. "Go ahead down, I am still in the shower. I will be down in a little bit." He called back. It was their turn to host the annual Halloween party and Aria was excited. Cordonians did not celebrate Halloween as full scale as American's did, so when Ellie and Aria came along, they brought new traditions to not only their gang, but the entire country.

They decided that each couple do a theme, this year Aria and Leo were going as Hugh Heffner and a Playboy bunny. Aria slipped on her stilettos, and double checked herself in the mirror. She pinned her hair up in curls. He make up done in dark tones, and a bright red lip. She gave her thigh high stockings, with a small red bow on the back a quick tug and took for their party.

They transformed the entire lower half of their Valtorian Estate into a haunted scene. Fog, cobwebs, bats. Black drapes covered the walls. A haunted house was bulit in the grand ballroom, they hired actors to walk around and scare their guest. A buffet lay spread out before them, all Halloween inspired foods. Even the staff were in costume, all scary characters of course.

Aria walk around taking the entire sight in. Her home was completely transformed into the spookiest scene she ever laid eyes on. She helped plan every detail, but the way it came together blew her mind.

The guest mingled, a few screams and laughs echoing the halls, she couldn't help but smile. "Aria, this is amazing. " Liam greeted her. "Thank you, you look great as a vampire."

"Damn girl, Sexy Heff looks good on you. Even I may be into you." Ellie giggled as she wrapped her in a hug. "Little blossom, this place is amazing. I can't wait to go in the haunted house but I am a little scared." Maxwell danced in place. "Jay-z and beyonce huh?" Aria gigled at Maxwell. "Rhys you did good." Olivia and Drake approached them dressed and bonnie and clyde. "Olivia how are you feeling?" Aria asked a very pregnant Olivia. "If one of these fools tries to scare me, I can't promise I won't cut them." She huffed. "Liv we talked about the knives." Drake shot a warning look at his fiance.

"Where is Leo?" Liam asked, noticing his brother was no where in sight. "Ahhh guys?" Maxwell pointed to the stairs.

There was Leo ascending the grand staircase. He wore a powder pink body suit, fishnet stockings, and heels. Bunny ears on top of his head, complete with a fuzzy bunny tail on his ass. The group stood there, mouths agape at the sight. He switched his hips as he flawlessly as he shashayed across the ballroom. "Oh. My. God." Liam muttered. "It looks like hes trying to smuggle a banana and two plums." Maxwell squeeled. "If one of his balls pop out, im done." Drake shook his head.

"What is everyone staring at?" Leo approached the group grinning. "I look hot dont I?" He boasted, even dressed as a woman the man was cocky. "You look... something. " Olivia laughed.

They had planned to swap roles, but the finished result was more then Aria expected. She quickly stepped into the role as Hugh, walking up to Leo, slapping his bare ass, making him jump. "If you'll excuse us, I need to parade my sexy bunny around." Aria adjusted her sailor hat and they walked off, mingling with the guest.

As the night went on the party raged. Alcohol flowing made everyone loosen up. Several people tried grabbing Leo's ass making him feel like a piece if man meat.

"So love, I have been dying to know. what do you have on under that robe?" Leo whispered into her ear? A devilish smile played on her lips. " I could tell you, or, you could come find out." She pulled him into a searing kiss. He grabbed her hand pulling her into the haunted house. Most of the guest had already been in, all except Maxwell, he was a little to scared. The actors had since gone on break, so it was just them.

Aria tossed him into a chair, standing in front of him. Leo reached for the tie of the crushed velvet robe and growled in satisfaction at his findings. His hands cupped and squeezed her bare breast, as his mouth attached to one of her pink buds. He rolled his tongue and flicked forming stiff peaks on both as his hands ghosted down her sides. He slipped a hand into her boy shorts parting her folds, he develed two fingers into her wet heat, curling and pumping them in and out. She threw her head back at the sensation.

"Take this shit off." She demanded as Leo stood, quickly disrobing his bunny get up. She pushed him back down onto the chair, dropping to her knees. She took his hard length into her stroking up and down. She ran her tongue up his shaft and around the head, lapping up the trickle of pre cum that dripped out. She slowly lowered her mouth onto him, teasing him, inching her lips farther and farther down before she took him entirely into her mouth. She gaged as his long thick cock hit the back of her throat. "Oh fuck." He yelled. Her stiffled moan vibrating his cock made him grab her head, guiding it back and forth. He felt his balls tighten, he was close to his release. The grip on her head told her he was close. She released his cock with a pop. A whimper escaped his lips.

She stood up and Leo grabbed her waist. Pulling her onto him. His strong arms cupped her ass as he lifted her to his face. Yanking off her panties with his teeth. His mouth quickly attatching to her wet pussy. " Leo, im gonna fall." She gasped. "You can fall back baby, I got you." He assured her. She let her body fall back against his chest as he held her pussy to his face and ate her like a watermelon slice.

His soft tongue swirled around her sensitive bud, sending jolts of electricity through her body. He continued licking and sucking, her legs shook, the pleasure intense as she felt herself coming undone. "Fuck Leo, oh my god yes." She screamed as her jucies flood his mouth. He took every once of her swwet nectar. He lowered her hips down, she straddled herseld on him.

"We're not done yet my sexy bunny. I'm gonna ride you til you explode." She lowered herself onto his thick length, rotating and swiveling her hips. Eliciting a deep throaty moan from him. She picked up the pace, digging her nails into his shoulders as she bounced up and down on his rock hard cock. "Fuck, yes,Leo." She moaned as she felt the fire building deep withing her core.

The chair scooting back, hitting up against the walls of the make shift house. She came down harder and harder on his dick. "Fuck baby. Ride my cock." He moaned. That did it she felt her release coming as waves of pleasure pulsed throughout her body. The small house shaking around them. "fuck, oh, oh yes yes yes, fuck oh my fucking god." She screamed as came completely undone. Leo grunted out as he found his own release. Aria collapsing against his chest.

They both heard a loud scream followed by "little petunia, help me." They looked at each other and bust into a fit of giggles. "Well, looks like we scared Maxwell shitless. Happy Halloween love." Leo kissed her. "Happy Halloween." She grinned.

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[helpingmehelpmyself]

Things I Used to Enjoy- March 29, 2021

Gosh, I have so many things going through my head. I miss the days I was able to daydream, read fanfiction, and watch television. I remember the day would go by and I would question where the time went. But it felt like self care to me then and I enjoyed it. Now it feels like a useless distraction that no longer serves its purpose. 

I want to enjoy the things I used to enjoy. I love fanfiction (particularly, Teen Wolf sterek fanfiction. I can also ship steter, starrish, and stackson. I believe they can all compliment Stiles well). I would squeel while reading and get excited every time I found a new fanfiction that fits my criteria. Sometimes I have good days in which I can read fanfiction and fall into the story.

I used to love daydreaming. My imagination is basically a fanfiction with ten or so fandoms running around with some cannon and non-cannon storylines. I liked falling asleep to my daydreams or staring at the wall while I daydreamed. I considered writing my daydreams down and turning them into a fanfiction for Ao3, but part of it feels personal. This is a world I have written and rewritten so many times since I was... 16, maybe? It’s easier to rewrite or follow through a storyline in my head than it is to write it down and focus on details that I never really focused on before. If your curious, my daydream fanfictions include the following fandoms: Teen Wolf, Scandal, Glee, Twilight, The Gentlemen, and Crazy Rich Asians. Occasionally, Beyonce’s Homecoming special and other things will make an appearance. I include most characters from these programs and create some OC’s in my head that have nothing to do with the other fandoms. Sometimes I’ll pluck someone from another place, like Carrie from Sex & The City but combine her with Isabel from Glee and mix up her storyline, or create a character with the appearance of a famous actor, like the original Mr. Fantastic actor.

I loved music. I could listen to music all day and enjoy myself. Sometimes it was the soundtrack to my imagination or I’d have some of my characters sing the songs I was listening to. I would listen to the same songs on repeat and create scenes with them and sometimes I’ll be able to add new music to the mix. If I wanted to listen to an album, I’d sit/lay down in my room and focus on nothing but the album. If there was an artist I liked and wanted to explore more of, I would go through their entire Spotify history and listen to every song at least once. I’d add it to my Liked Songs playlist because I am crap at creating playlists (minus the Boudoir playlist I made last year for my photoshoot, but that’s another story). Almost every song I have ever liked is on my Liked Songs. I think I have over a thousand songs on there, which is pretty decent. I kind of know where every song is located when it’s organized by Recently Added. Minus screamo, heavy metal, gangsta rap, underground music or electronic music, I listened to a little of everything. I loved Glee, Hamilton, Meg the Stalion, Kendrick Lamarr, the Civil Wars, early Taylor Swift, American Authors, Secondhand Serenade, G-Eazy, Mulatto, Into the Heights, Moana, Victorious, I could go on. Every song plays a part of my history and I love expanding it.

I can’t really do those things the same anymore and I wish I could. Writing fanfiction sounds like it could be a possibility for me because most of my life, I wanted to be a writer or be an editor. The fear of financial security made me switch to a business major and it didn’t make things any easier I find. I guess more approving nods from other adults about my choice in degree was a plus.

I can’t focus on my own daydreams anymore. It used to give me so much joy but it also reflected my emotions: horny, sad, in love, etc. The fact that I was able to create worlds that don’t exist to anyone but me made me happy. Sometimes when I wanted to be closer to God, I’d even deepen the relationship of some of my characters with God. 

Music doesn’t sound the same anymore. I can’t focus to the point of slipping into happiness often.

I did have a good day the day before yesterday. I decided that maybe listening to the song that always lifted my spirits in the past, whether they needed lifting or not, would help. My song is “Do You Believe in Magic” by Aly & AJ. I don’t know what it is about that song but when I first heard it on Disney Channel when I was little for the movie, Now You See It. Something about that song was and still is special. I was able to sing horribly to the song. I was watching Freaky Friday that day and remembered how much Ultimate by Lindsey Lohan rocked. I was able to listen to that song and daydream a totally new scenario for my mental fanfiction characters. There was so much happiness and positivity in the scene.

That same day, when night fell, I felt so sad I made myself sick and was gagging in the toilet. I convinced myself not to make myself throw up because I don’t want that to become a habit. I don’t want to mentally make myself sick and think that throwing up every time will fix me. I felt like shit for hours later, but I was glad that I didn’t throw up. I knew I was in a bad enough position that I needed company. 2/3 of my best friends and one of their boyfriends showed up at my place, late at night and stayed with me for hours. We’d talk about the issues that were plaguing my mind and about 2 of them moving into a new apartment together. 

I went back and forth from lying in the bathroom and lying in my bed. I don’t know why but whenever I was sick growing up, laying on the bathroom floor made me feel better. I know it is unsanitary and gross, but you get to a point that you don’t care. The bathroom has always felt safe for me. I still remember the first time I did it. My mom, brother, and I lived in an apartment about 20-30 minutes away from where we live now. I was getting ready for school one day and I guess I didn’t feel good. I laid down on the bathroom floor and that’s how my mom found me. She knew that this little 5 or 6 year old that never complained about school wasn’t faking anything. I think after that point, my mom became pretty trusting of me whenever I said I can’t go to school. Whether I was physically sick or needed a mental health day, she let it happen. I didn’t practice this often until I was junior high and high school, but it helped knowing my mom would let me take care of myself however I saw fit. I think she also didn’t want to have to keep taking off of work to pick me up from school.

The issues that brought me to tears were my boyfriend, the love of my life. I have only dated one boy before him. That was back in high school and I liked that I had a boyfriend more than I actually liked my boyfriend. We had been friends for years and were in speech and debate together. I asked him to my prom and, due to a misunderstanding, he never replied. When we realized the misunderstanding, he asked me to his prom (We went to two different schools) which was fun. It was at a country club, his parents had dinner catered to their house for us (very successful accountants) and we got some cute pictures from that night. I found myself bored with the relationship and knew ending it wouldn’t affect my quality of life within that moment. So I did. Now he is happily out as gay with his partner of 3 years and starting Harvard Law in the fall. I kind of like that fact and it made it easier to be friends with him on Facebook and Instagram again.

But back to my current boyfriend, the boy I didn’t think that I would fall for. To make our love story short (I’ll probably go into more in another post), we met on Tinder 2.5 years ago when the guy I was talking to/dating previously decided to go back to his toxic/abusive ex-girlfriend. I was talking to my soon-to-be boyfriend and another guy at the time and my boyfriend was the one that lasted. I remember that I would message every Tinder match with “Aye” because everyone wants the other person to start the conversation or else there won’t be a conversation. He responded with “I love your smile. It’s so positive” and that was my downward spiral. We’re pretty good at communication and we are a good match for each other. We both come from mostly different backgrounds, racially and socially. Sometimes there are things about me he’ll never understand, but making strong friends with people who weren’t racially the same as me kind of prepared me for that. 

Anyways, he wants to be a doctor of osteopathic medicine (still don’t know what that is) and go to med school for it a year after our undergrad. I don’t plan on starting grad school right now because I am not fully sure what I want to do with my career just yet. I’m not going to put myself in more debt or spend more time in school without a reason. Anyways, not many medical schools in our state offer the certification he’d need so he’s even looking at schools out of state. I have always wanted to go with him and support him through it while I start my career, but as that time draws closer, I find myself unsure of myself.

I need a lot of attention and am very sociable. I know when he goes to med school, he won’t be able to give me as much attention and he can’t really be faulted for that. It probably won’t get any easier once he does his residency and beyond. Despite being sociable, I have created a support network of my family and friends (we’ve been together for like 10 years). It’s to a point that I can socialize with other people with the idea that they are going to be acquaintances or somewhat distant friends. I usually know what kind of friend I want people to be before or during meeting them. But my dependency on my support network is so... strong that it kind of messed up a very big job opportunity for me a few years ago. I am afraid of having to make new connections again once we move away. Regardless if he choses a school in our state or not, we’d have to move. I don’t want him to be my only social connection, but am also afraid of making new ones. 

I made a list of all the things that scared me with possible solutions in which moving away with him was on it. I wrote that I would try to connect with coworkers (I can’t imagine and kind of don’t want to be best friends with a coworker. You never know when play ends and work begins) and neighbors. I don’t even talk to my neighbors now. I thought I could bake my famous browned butter salted chocolate chip cookies and share them with people, hoping that it would be the start of something. I’ve picked up random conversations with random people before so hopefully I can still do that (I stopped the whole “don’t talk to strangers” thing when I was like 19). 

These solutions made sense to me and I hoped that by writing it down, I could move on with my life. That wasn’t the case. I became so focused on would by current boyfriend be able to meet my needs in the future and whether I’d be strong enough to let him go if it was impossible. I found myself loving him more than I loved myself and make decisions on bettering myself for him. Covid Vaccine? For him. Finding a good job? For him. I don’t want to love someone else more than I love myself. I don’t want these decisions to be based on another person. I want to chose what is right for me for me and not someone else.  

I wasn’t this way before my boyfriend. I actually avoided being in a relationship for a few years because I didn’t think I’d enter one for the right reason. Usually, I put myself and my happiness first. When I decided I was ready to care for another person, my boyfriend wasn’t the first guy I chose. I didn’t know he’d become the love of my life. I didn’t know that we’d want the same exact thing from our relationship and have active, open communication about or wants and needs from the other person. I craved his attention, always wanted to be around him, and didn’t even stop talking about him our first year together. I am better now, but he still finds way into my conversations because he’s what makes me happy. 

I’m not upset that I love him. I wouldn’t take that back. I just wish that I was enough for myself again in which I could make decisions for me and stand by them. I want to create the life I want and I want him a part of it. But if that’s not God’s Plan, can I let go of him? In all honesty, I’d rather be miserable with him with occasional happiness than miserable without him. Maybe that’s too strong of a statement so don’t take that at full face value.

I want to be able to figure this out while we are still together, but mentally I keep thinking I have a time frame to “fix myself”. At the same time, I know I don’t because I know mental health doesn’t work that way. I have the ability to take the time I need to take care of myself again which I am grateful for. It’s like having an adult and child in my mind. The child is crying all of my fears and anxieties while the adult is trying to calm them down with reasoning. I am thankful that I am at least this aware of my mental state. I can understand when something is anxiety or depression, name it, and although I am stuck with it, I try not to fall too deep in it.  

I still have hope things will get better and I won’t always feel this way. Hope and faith is all I have some days and that’s okay. I am one day closer to being the me I want to be.

[b-ballbaes]

Hello, could I ask Mayuzumi and his female s/o get stranded on a lodge on a mountain in winter (I know, it's still far off ^^)? S/o is scared but Chihiro comforts her and then there's tension between them and nsfw stuff happens XD by the way it's their first time as a couple. Thanks and good luck with the blog ;))

~You sit snuggly in your rented two bedroom log style lodge, sipping hot cocoa from your favorite holiday mug, the cozy room warm from the roaring fire in the giant stone fireplace. You stand in front of the large picture window, peeking through spots of crystal frost on the glass, observing the wintery scene outside. Crisp white snowflakes fall from the sky one by one, coating the ground gradually and growing in size over time. The sound of children laughing with glee as they play in the snow among their friends fills the clear night air, attentive parents carefully watching at bay. Some families are skating on the ice while others are making the short climb up then down the small mountain of snow, be it by skis, snowboards or sleds. “Wow it’s really coming down!” you mumble to yourself, a touch of worry in the tone of your voice. You and your boyfriend decide to spend a week before the holidays in this beautiful rustic lodge. You both enjoy the early century details of the ceilings and the big wood logs skillfully placed to create gorgeous walls and accents. What you aren’t enjoying is the unexpected snowstorm that started brewing yesterday and has become gradually worse. What is supposed to be “a few inches” of snow has turned into one of the worst blizzards you’ve seen. Since it’s only a couple days until Christmas you both decide it’s best to stay and wait out the storm, taking advantage of their breathtaking surroundings and celebrate the holidays there together. The big oak door suddenly opens, letting in a huge gust of bone chilling cold, snow spraying all over the wood floor. Your grey haired boyfriend enters, covered with slowly melting flakes, and quickly shuts the heavy door behind him with a thud. You look at him over your mug, steam enveloping your face. “Do you think we’ll be alright up here?” you gently ask. “Yes, this should be enough until Christmas, if not a little bit longer.” he replies, stomping his thick black boots free of snow before walking over to the roaring fireplace, adding another armful of split wood to the growing fire. You fill a black mug with more steaming hot cocoa and walk the liquid to him, placing the mug in his chilled hand. Although he reassures you the entire time that you two will be safe, you can’t ignore the bad feelings you find growing and festering in the back of your mind like the plague. The weather and the fact that you and your boyfriend are here alone is beginning to grate on your nerves, and it’s getting harder to keep looks of concern and dismay from your face. “Is something the matter?” Mayuzumi questions as he peers over his almost empty mug.“I’m getting very concerned with the weather. I don’t want to be stranded here or freeze to death,” You state matter of factly, a tone of irritation in your voice.“____-Chan I’ve already assured you that nothing will happen to us while we’re up here. We have plenty of food, water and resources that will last us weeks. Please, stop your worrying” he tells you with very little sympathy in his voice.“Ugh! I swear Chihiro you’re so dense! It’s like you don’t care about me at all” You slam your empty mug on the small wooden table next to you, standing up quickly with tears beginning to shed from the corners of your eyes. After getting no reaction from Mayuzumi you pout quietly and dart up the stairs to your bedroom, not bothering to turn around after hearing your name fall from your boyfriend’s lips.You shut the door with a huff, tears starting to burn the corners of your dark brown eyes. The only light comes from the moon high in the night sky, casting everything in shadow. You gingerly make your away across the dark room, trying in desperation to stop fresh tears from spilling down your cheeks. The oversized bed dips slightly as you sit on the edge. You sigh softly as, pulling the warm wool sweater over your head, leaving your hair slightly tussled. Small goosebumps form up and down your arms, the chilly air making you shiver slightly. You slowly reach around and unhook the familiar clasp of your purple lace bra, enjoying the free feeling.A knocking startles you. Before you can react, Mayuzumi opens the heavy oak door. A sliver of light proceeds him into the room before quickly disappearing when he softly closes the door behind him. You can see his intense grey eyes staring at you lustfully. It’s that look that reminds you of the fact you’re naked from the waist up. You can feel your face flush. “Chihiro you can’t just come in like this. I’m not dressed,” you whisper, reaching over to quickly snag your sweater next to you and cover your bare chest. You watch him as he quickly makes his away across the large area rug, suddenly sitting next to you in the bed before you realize what’s happening. He puts his hand on your thigh, the warmth radiating from his hand through your jeans makes you shudder slightly. You watch him slowly remove the sweater you are unsuccessfully covering your naked self with, a burning sensation beginning to radiate through your abdomen. Suddenly the garment is on the floor and you feel Mayuzumi kissing your exposed shoulder, stopping when you feel his lips against your ear. “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he whispers, his hot breath against your ear makes you dizzy. “You know I’ll take care of you.”He softly touches your thigh again, making his way up to your bare abdomen. You can’t help but react to his touch, your breath catching in your throat. You look into his stormy grey eyes, the intense lust is intoxicating. “Chihiro. We shouldn’t,” you whisper, trying to breathe again.He caresses your soft skin, touching every inch of your stomach. Every nerve in your body is on fire. The loud thumping of your heartbeat in your ears makes it hard to concentrate, drowning out the world. You’re not sure what’s happening, but you’re really not sure you want it to stop. “I want you, _____-Chan,” he groans. He sensually licks up to your breasts, slowly swirling your erect nipple with his tongue. He gently bites it, tugging gently before letting go. You whimper quietly as he works on your other breast, sucking on that nipple while pinching the other between his rough thumb and finger. You grab the back of his head, greedily snagging some of his grey hair in a fist.“I want you too Chihiro,” you gasps. “Protect me. Make me feel safe,” releasing your grasp on his long hair.Your boyfriend lovingly but forcefully pushes you back on the mattress, slowly kissing your neck and gently leaving little bite marks. You squeel each time, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure. The glow in your loins intensifies. Your body automatically responds to his touches. He kisses you deeply, forcing your mouth open, exploring every inch, flicking his tongue against yours. Your moans are muddled by his open mouth. You reach down and rub the growing bulge through Mayuzumi’s jeans. He groans before releasing his lips from yours. You both breathe heavily, trying to slow everything down.Suddenly Mayuzumi gets up in his knees, leaving dimples in the mattress next to your head. You watch him quickly unbutton his pants, pushing the zipper down. Before you can react he pulls his rock hard dick out from his tight white underwear. You can’t stop looking at it, reaching over and slowly stroking the rigid staff from tip to base. He grunts loudly before roughly grabbing the back of your head, pulling your head towards his stiff member. “Chihiro what are yo-“Before you can finish your sentence, your boyfriend’s hard dick is in your tiny mouth. You struggle to breathe at first, your dark eyes wide and beginning to water. Your nostrils flare as you slowly begin to adjust to breathing through your nose. You open your mouth wider as he guides your head back and forth on his pole. His loud groans and growls excite you, your stomach tightening up and your core becoming warm and moist. The purple lace panties you’re wearing become wet from your growing desire for him. He lets go of your head, removing his thick prick from your mouth slowly. He bends down and kisses your swollen lips deeply, lingering a bit before letting go. “I want to take you,” he whispers, looking deeply into your lustful eyes. “Please be gentle,” you whimper, no longer being able to deny your growing lust for him. He looks down at you and smiles hungrily, his deep eyes on fire with such intensity you tremble slightly. Like a tiger he pounces on you, quickly undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. With one quick stroke he pulls your pants and lacey undies down, removing them both and discarding them to the side along with your wool sweater. He lifts and spreads your legs open wide, opening the slit of your tiny pussy with his tongue. He slides a finger along the open lips, greedily watching your juices gush all over it. Replacing his finger with a warm tongue he licks your sensitive clit. Automatically your back arches off the bed.“Ohnygod! Ohmygod!,” you yell, your fits of pleasure echoing through the lodge. Your screams grow louder with every flick of his tongue on your erect clit. Your stomach tenses and every muscle shakes, your quivering legs still high in the air.He moves his mouth away from you, slowly getting up and positioning himself between your legs. Suddenly you feel the head of his dick open your slit. He gowns loudly as he gently pushes himself into your tight wet hole. After adjusting your position he slides in slowly, hitting your spot with each small thrust. You can’t stop from screaming with each stroke. It felt like he was inside your guts. As you begin to enjoy each thrust you feel him grow bigger inside you and tense up. His eyes flutter shut as his mouth opens, every muscle in his body locking up. After a couple seconds he stops and pulls out of you, leaving a trail of his seed and your juices behind his softening dick. He rolls over and lies next to you, breathing hard and glistening with perspiration. He leans over and kisses you quickly on the lips. “I’ll be right back,” he says softly, kissing you on the nose. “I’m going to go and stoke the fire,” he finishes.“OK. Hurry back,” you smile back at him. He gets up quickly from the bed, his naked toned body making it to the door in seconds. He opens the door and blows you a kiss before shutting it behind him.

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Shadowhunters season 2 episode 13

Maia and Jace?!?!? Maia and Jace?!?!? Fucking Maia and Jace?!?!? What from the bottom of my heart the fuck?!?! Ok....ok...ok I'm calm. No I'm not Dot and Magnus?!?!!? What the fuck is wrong with the writers?!? No....no let me start from the beginning. Jace had a choice to make in this episode he drifted in the beginning but he remembered in the end he's the same Jace just a different surname. The writers are trying to create problems between Malec but my darlings will get out of this rough patch that they are going through. So the downworlder revolt was not actually a revolt just one person trying to get back at Jace? I'm not sure about that but Climon was steady during the entire thing. As amazing as Dot and Magnus' dance sequence was tell Dot to stay the fuck away from Magnus. He belongs with Alec. Jace made the right choice by making Alec the head and Simon sang a beautiful song and just when I thought everything is fine....... Maia and Jace?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!!?!? Are you fucking kidding me?!? You know what I'm not gonna talk about that The seelie court scene is next week and I can't wait because I know *Spoiler alert* The kiss that Clary most desires is Jace *Squeels* I really hope they don't change that Also I think that Sarah will appear as the seelie queen in the next episode. They announced she was gonna be in the show and the voice just seems like Sarah's so we'll see... Until then I'll just get grossed out by Maia and Jace Also where was Sebastian the entire time?

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Malec Week 2017 Day 6- Switch Day: Loving you is Magic.

Couple: Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane (Malec) 

Setting: Magnus is a Shadowhunter who is leaving Idris for the first time ever. He has never seen a Downworlder before until he meets the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Alec Lightwood. 

Day 1: https://themalecprincess.tumblr.com/post/160384693593/malec-week-2017-day-1-future-scene-malec-family

Day 2: https://themalecprincess.tumblr.com/post/160407789573/malec-week-day-2-disney-au-malec-inside-out-au

Day 3: skipped

Day 4: skipped

Day 5: https://themalecprincess.tumblr.com/post/160517302768/malec-week-day-5-none-supernatural-day-blind

Day 6: you are here.

Day seven: Coming Tomorrow

A/N: I made a story where Alec and Magnus switch breeds a few years ago, called The Immortal Instruments. you can read it on my FF account right here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11699612/1/The-Immortal-Instruments

Magnus Pov- “Can you believe this? I can’t believe this. There is no way to contain the absolute excitement I feel at this very moment. Nothing will ever top this moment in time, right now,” I gushed pacing back in forth in the training room of the Shadowhunter Academy.

“Calm down, won’t you? We just graduated from the Academy and you’re already acting like a fool with its head cut off,” my best friend and Parabatai Ragnor Fell sighed, shaking his head at me.

My name is Magnus Bane and I’m the best Shadowhunter of my recent graduating class. Some may disagree with that but who cares what they think. The graduation ceremony was last week but today was the day to really be excited about. It was the day when we got sent on our institute tours all around the world!

You see, I have lived in Idris all my life. My father isn’t the most active Nephilim and my mother died in war when I was very young. Because of her death, my father forbids me from ever leaving Idris in fear that I would get hurt. I’m a Shadowhunter though, it’s my job to be in the line of danger. The moment I turned eighteen, I made sure to sign up to leave Idris and finally see a real-life institute, not to mention the mundane world.

“Where do you think they will send us? Do you think it will be a city or an Island? Honestly, I’m hoping for a big city that I can get lost in. Alicante is just so small, I want to experience something huge!”

“Magnus, calm down! I’ve been to institutes before and I’m telling you that you are building it up to be more exciting than it actually is,” Ragnor sighed. I shook my head at him. “You just don’t understand Ragnor. I have been in Idris my entire life! I’ve never seen an institute or a city. Hell, I’ve never even seen a Downworlder before.”

“Which is a good thing in all honesty. Nothing good comes out of knowing Downworlders. I’ve had to deal with a few of them and I rather not have to do it again. Of course, you, signing us up to be part of an institute means we will be dealing with a lot of Downworlders.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s going to be so great” I squeeled, causing Ragnor to throw up his hands in defeat. Our friend Catarina walked in the room and Ragnor sighed with relief. “Catarina, talk some sense into this idiot. Tell him that being a part of an institute isn’t as fun as he thinks it will be.”

Catarina shrugged, closing the book she was reading and setting it on the table next to us. “Magnus hasn’t been out of Idris before Ragnor. Maybe you should just let him have this one.” I smiled at her before smirking at Ragnor. “See that my Parabatai? I think it’s clear who my true friend is here.”

“Ragnor is right Magnus but I know there is no getting through to you when you’re like this. You are going to be excited until you experience it yourself and see that it really isn’t anything to be excited about.”

I groaned in irritation, looking up at the ceiling. “Of course, you aren’t really on my side. Why aren’t my ‘so called friends’ ever on my side?”

“Maybe because you are an idiot,” Raphael, another friend of mine answered as he walked in. It has come to my attention that all my friends are assholes. Perhaps I will make some new ones wherever I end up.

“I’ve come to inform you all that they are getting ready to send us to our new Institute. All four of us are being sent to New York City,” Raphael grumbled. I gasped loudly, biting my lip to try containing my excitement. “New York? That’s one of the biggest cities in all of America!”

“Looks like you got what you wanted,” Ragnor sighed crossing his arms and walking out of the training room. “If we’re going to be going to New York then I guess it’s time to pack. Let’s all meet at the accords hall in an hour. Oh, and Magnus, try to pack like a real Shadowhunter.”

What he meant by that was my clothes needed to be practical for fighting. I may have never left Idris before but that didn’t stop me from having all the latest mundane fashion. My closest female friend Tessa Gray always brings me stylish outfits when she comes back from her travels. Ragnor claims that I should wear darker clothes and actually use the gear when in battle.

I for one think I fight just fine without it. My dagger throwing skills are the best of my age. I also have cat-like reflexes so I’ve never been hit by any weapon so there’s no need for gear.

“I will pack what I please thank you very much,” I called out to him before making my way home to pack.

 An hour later the four of us stepped out of a portal looking around at the huge city surrounding us. Buildings were stretching to the sky and it made me feel a little light headed. I’ve never seen anything so amazing in all my life.

“So, this is a city,” I exclaimed looking at the traffic of the cars and listening to the loud hustle and bustle of New York. Raphael nodded picking up his suitcase and heading toward the Institute that was a block or so away from us. “I was born here so it’s nice to be home after so long.”

Raphael’s family owned the New York Institute so it was no brainer that he was going to be placed here. He came to the Academy when he was fourteen though so he’s been away from home for a long time.

“What are your parents like Raphe? Are they as hard to deal with as the instructors at the institute,” I asked, looking around as we all walked.

“My mother is the one who owns the Institute. My father died in war years ago so she runs it by herself for now. I’ll be taking her place soon since I’m the oldest of all my brothers. To answer your question, she’s as tough as nails so you better be on your best behavior.”

“I give it a week before he’s kicked out,” Ragnor chided making me gasp at his betrayal. “Some Parabatai you turned out to be. You know that if I get kicked out you have no choice but to come with me, right?”

He sighed shaking his head. “Sadly, that’s the truth. Tell me again what made me want to become your Parabatai? I must have come down with a case of the demon pox.” “Demon pox don’t even exist, thank you very much” I huffed, stopping in front of the institute entrance.

“Please refrain from bickering like this in front of my mother. I haven’t seen her in four years, so I would appreciate it if our reunion wasn’t ruined by your big mouth Magnus,” Raphael scolded.

“Why am I the only one being yelled at,” I grumbled, crossing my arms and pouting like a five-year-old. Everyone shook their heads at me before Raphael pushed the doors open and we all entered, going straight to the elevator.

It was very old and the doors shrieked loudly as Ragnor shut them. “You may want to get that fixed at some point,” I suggested, pushing the button to go to the main floor. “It has always been like this. I thought mom would have had it fixed by now but it seems she hasn’t gotten around to it,” Raphael sighed shaking his head.

The elevator stopped on the main floor and it took both Ragnor and I to open the doors. Yep, this thing defiantly needed to be replaced with a new one. Someone could get trapped in here if they are alone.

Once we were inside the actual institute I couldn’t stop myself from gawking at the high ceilings and old gothic church architecture. My small house in Idris had nothing on this place. There seemed to be enough room to hold over five hundred people.

Raphael led us to the library where he said his mother would be waiting for us. Honestly, I was a little worried about meeting this woman. Raphael has spent years telling me about her and all the stories were terrifying. An angry Spanish mother is the one you don’t want to cross.

The Library doors opened and to my surprise, a small petite lady was standing by the desk in the middle of the room. I don’t know what I was imagining Raphael’s mother to look like, but it wasn’t a lady half my size.

She turned around to face us with an angry scowl on her face, and the moment her eyes landed on Raphael, her cold stare turned gentle. “Raphael, my little boy is back home.” Raphael smiled back at her, a true genuine smile that I don’t think I’ve ever seen from him.

“Mama, I’ve missed you,” he beamed, going up to his mother and giving her a big hug. She only came up to the middle of his chest so he picked her up as he hugged her. She smiled happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

Once he put her down, she looked behind him at the rest of us. “These must be all your friends.” Raphael nodded looking at us. “They are my friends. This is Ragnor Fell and Catarina Loss.” I waited for him to introduce me but after a long moment of silence, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to.

“Hey, why aren’t you telling her my name,” I huffed, crossing my arms in irritation. He shrugged as if the answer was simple. “I was introducing my friends.” “I’m your friend too,” I whined making his roll his eyes at me.

“Mama, this annoying guy is Magnus Bane. I apologize for any future mess he gets into around here.” His mom looked at him before looking back at me. “Bane? I knew your mother. We went to the academy together and were very good friends. It’s nice to see that her son is in good health.”

She looked at everyone else still smiling, “my name is Guadalupe Santiago, the leader of this institute. I have a lot of rules so be respectful and follow them. There will be consequences if you don’t.”

“There’s the woman you warned us about,” Ragnor whispered leaning in toward Raphael. He nodded whispering back, “she may be small but she can get really angry.”

The library phone started ringing and Guadalupe groaned in irritation. “Again? I swear this phone has been ringing all day.” She rolled her eyes before turning to grab it, leaving a trail of Spanish swears in her wake.

“Wow, she really does get mad easily,” I mumbled softly. Everyone nodded in agreement as she picked up the phone and yelled “what?!”

We all stayed silent as the person on the other end spoke and she sighed, rubbing her eyes. “To do that we will have to get warlock assistance. You know how hard it is to get the High Warlock to accept work from us?”

My ears perked up at the mention of a warlock. How awesome would that be to have my first downworlder be a magic user? I’ve heard interesting things about warlocks. Especially High Warlocks.

Guadalupe sighed running her hand over her face. “Yes, I know, I will send someone to go talk to him.” She hung up and Raphael frowned at her. “What’s the matter mama?” She shook her head putting her hands on her hips.

“We need a truth potion for an interrogation going on in Idris. They think that the best warlock for the job is the High Warlock of Brooklyn. The problem is, he doesn’t trust Nephilim and he rarely ever helps us. He mostly works with other Downworlders and Mundanes that somehow find out about the shadow world.”

“So, you just have to convince this guy to make you a potion? That sounds easy enough. Send me to go talk to him. I can be very convincing,” I offered excitedly. Raphael frowned at that. “Magnus you’ve never seen a downworlder before. You don’t know how to talk to them.”

“I hate to say this Raphael, but Magnus is right,” Ragnor agreed making me look at him shocked. “Magnus may be a huge idiot and a screw up most of the time but if there is one thing he’s good at, it’s convincing someone to do something.”

It was true. I could talk anyone into doing anything I wanted. How hard could it be to talk a warlock into making a small potion?

“If you think you can convince him then by all means, go,” Guadalupe sighed, sitting at the desk and pulling out a planner. “I can’t deal with that family.”

That surprised me a little. “Wait, family? I thought warlocks couldn’t have children.” Raphael shrugged “they can’t but they do have siblings. They may not have the same mothers but they do have the same demon father.”

“Maybe we should go with you Magnus,” Catarina sighed. “I don’t want you to say the wrong thing and insult the High Warlock.” “Thanks for the concern but it might be best if I just go alone. I’m more convincing when I don’t have people holding me back,” I grumbled rolling my eyes.

They all looked at each other like this was a bad idea and I just rolled my eyes again before looking over at Guadalupe. “Give me this guys’ address. I’ll have that truth potion here in no time.”

 An hour later I was standing in front of a huge old looking apartment building. There were so many complexes I didn’t know which one I should try. The note Guadalupe gave me only says the address and the word ‘Lightwood’.

“Maybe that’s the street name,” I mumbled to myself looking up at the street signs. None of them were called that so maybe street name wasn’t correct. I turned toward the buzzers with names written next to them. After scrolling down, the name Lightwood caught my eye making me smile.

“There you are,” I chimed pushing the call button.

Silence.

I push the button again… and then again… and then again.

Still silence.

Sighing, I pushed the button repeatedly not even taking my finger off it for a second. I wasn’t going to let this guy ignore me like this!

After the fiftieth push, the speaker crackled and a loud voice yelled, “what the hell do you want?!” Blinking in surprise, I pushed the button again speaking into the speaker. “Hi, I’m Magnus Bane. I am in need of assistance from the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

“Sorry, our business hours are only on days that don’t end in Y,” the irritated voice chided. I thought about what day that would be and rolled my eyes when I realized every day ends in Y. “Ha, ha, very funny. Enough games. I demand to see the High Warlock.”

There was nothing but silence around me and I wondered if he walked away from the buzzer and was now ignoring me. I was going to push the button again but stopped when the door made a clicking noise.

“The doors open, come on up,” the voice sighed.

I raised an eyebrow at his rude tone before rolling my eyes and making my way inside. Once I was up the stairs, I stopped by the door that was labeled Lightwood. ‘Should I knock or just walk in,’ I wondered before reaching out to knock on the door. Before I could do that, the door opened and there stood a tall young man maybe a year younger than me, with golden blonde hair and bright gold eyes that practically glowed.

“Are you the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” I asked looking him up and down. He was wearing black jeans, a plain gray T-shirt and a leather Jacket over it. I don’t know why, but I imagined the High Warlock being more… mystical?

He leaned against the doorframe, blocking my way from coming inside. “I am a warlock. Wither I’m the High Warlock or not is the question. What do you want with the High Warlock?”

“As I said before, I am Magnus Bane and starting today I am a resident of the New York Institute. The leader of said institute needs a very important potion made by a strong warlock. The clave believes that the best warlock for the job is the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

“Nephilim huh,” he inquired looking down at my rune covered arms. “How much is Guadalupe willing to pay for the potion? She knows that the High Warlock doesn’t make a habit of helping Nephilim.”

“Well maybe you can make an exception just this once,” I pushed, batting my eyelashes at him. He raised a questioning eyebrow at me before looking back when another male voice spoke from inside.

“Jace, how long are you going to stand there pretending to be me? I thought I told you to stop doing that.”

The blond guy, Jace I guess his name is; rolled his eyes before moving out of the doorway and going back inside. I glanced around, wondering if that was an invitation to go inside.

“You can come in Nephilim, I apologize for my brother’s behavior. I’ll be with you in just a minute” the other male voice spoke from inside, sounding like he was going in another room. I did as he said, coming inside and closing the door behind me before looking around.

I don’t know what I was expecting from a warlock home. Magical pets, house hold items coming to life, magic everywhere you looked. What I got was a normal living room with a long leather sofa, a little coffee table in the middle and a flat screen hanging on the wall.

“Can’t help but feel slightly disappointed,” I mumbled to myself, sitting on the leather couch. Then again, the blond guy I met at the door wasn’t very impressive either. I always heard that warlocks had a mark that showed they were warlocks. Be that being unnatural colored skin, horns or animal like birth defects.

Besides his eyes being so gold, they were vibrant enough to light the way in the dark; there was nothing about the boy that screamed ‘hey I’m an all-powerful warlock.’

“Well hello, it’s strange seeing Nephilim sitting on our couch,” a musical female voice came from behind me. I turned to face her and gasped at what I saw. She was stunning, her skin pale as marble and her black hair trailing all the way down to the floor. What really caught my attention though were her eyes. Hers were like a cat. Brown, with specks of green floating around giving them a predatory, majestic look.

She cocked her head to the side, causing some of her hair to fall in front of her shoulder. “You’re cute for a Nephilim boy. It’s nice to see at least some of you know how to dress in style.”

I looked down at my ripped up black skinny jeans, my neon green shirt that has one sleeve that slides off my shoulder, and my sparkly purple scarf that I used to complete my look. I also applied a light shade of purple eyeshadow as well.

She was stylish herself. She had on tight high waist jeans and a bright red crop top that draped below her shoulders. Her lipstick matched her shirt and was perfect with her complexion. She finished off the look with some wedged boots.

I smiled at her ‘cute’ comment. “I’m flattered really, but I’m afraid I’m not looking to date girls at the moment.” She blinked in silence a couple times before a small smile spread on her lips. “You’re gay,” she asked.

I shook my head, “I like both men and women but I’ve never had the chance to date a guy before. See, I’ve lived in Idris all my life and my father would kill me if he knew I was also attracted to guys.”

“Hmm, interesting,” she mused, smirking slightly. The smirk confused me but I ignored it as I looked around the room again. “So… is the High Warlock guy coming back or what?”

“I’m back,” he called walking back in the room. I turned toward him, opening my mouth to greet him but no words escaped passed my lips. I was stunned into silence from the sight of the most beautiful boy- no, most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

He was drop dead gorgeous with the same white skin and black hair as the girls only his was short and barely went to the nape of his neck. He was wearing an old looking gray sweater and some faded jeans but that didn’t take away from his sexiness.

The most stunning thing about him though was his bright blue cat eyes. Blue eyes on a black cat in gorgeous on its own but blue cat eyes on a sexy black haired male was dazzling.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. My name is Alexander Lightwood, High Warlock of Brooklyn. You can just call me Alec though. Was there something you needed from me Nephilim?”

I licked my dry lips trying to make the words come out but nothing did. This has never happened to me before. No one has ever made me feel this way ever! Maybe it’s just the excitement of meeting my first downworlder, but I didn’t feel this way about the other two.

Alec blinked, confused by my shyness before looking at the girl. “Does he not talk?” She laughed, putting her arm around his neck. “He was talking to me just fine. We were just discussing how he wants to find a cute boy to date. Maybe you’d know someone good for him Alec.”

Alec rolled his eyes at her before pulling her arm off him. “There’s no need to tease him Isabelle. Even if he’s Nephilim, he is still a customer.”

That surprised me. The way Guadalupe made it sound, it was almost impossible to get the High Warlock to work with Shadowhunters. I thought this was going to be a situation where I would have to bring out my charm and trick him into helping us.

So much for charm! I can’t even get a single word out! What in the angel is happening to me?!

“I…. um I…” I inwardly cursed at myself. Why was it so hard to open my mouth and talk to him? Normally, I would already be talking circles around him and maybe wittingly flirting with him at the same time.

“Maybe having all these warlocks around him is making him nervous. Isabelle, go get Jace and go out to dinner or something. Jace must have rattled him with his stupid joke at the door earlier.”

“I’m not rattled by him,” I rushed out, making them both look at me. Clearing my throat, I glanced over at Alec, meeting his eyes. “It’s just… I’ve never seen anyone as handsome as you before. It made me feel a little flustered is all.”

The blue-eyed warlock seemed surprised. “You think I’m handsome… even after seeing Jace?” “Who’s Jace,” I asked confused. “That would be me,” the golden boy answered, coming back in the room.

I looked him over for a moment before looking back at Alec. “He dresses better than you… but that’s about it. You are ten times more gorgeous than he is.”

A blush spread across Alec’s face and that made me smile. Even though I was feeling flustered, I was still able to make him blush in such a way.

Jace scoffed at that and Isabelle smirked at him before grabbing her, jacket. “Come on Jace, let’s leave Alec to his work. It doesn’t look like he will be needing our help. We’d just be in the way if we stay”

Jace rolled his and waited for Isabelle to braid her hair and put it up so it wouldn’t sweep against the dirty city streets, before leaving with her. Alec shook his head before looking back at me. “I’m sorry about my brother and sister. They don’t know how to be mature.”

“Are they both your blood related siblings,” I asked then silently cursed myself for it. Might as well said ‘hey did all your moms get raped by the same demon?’ Raphael’s right, I am an idiot.

“Well, Isabelle and I are. Jace on the other hand is just my best friend who I consider a brother. He acts immature like a little brother so I might as well treat him like one.” He sat down next to me and I swear my air supply was cut off by how close he was to me.

When did I become such an inexperienced dork? This warlock is who knows how old. He must be used to flirting and talking like a normal person. He must think I’m pathetic.

“So… you needed something from me,” He asked with a smile. I nodded quickly, trying to remember what my reason for coming here in the first place was. “The Clave needs your assistance with a truth spell, so the head of the New York Institute sent me here to get one.”

Alec frowned slightly, leaning back in the couch and laying his head on it thinking. “What did the head of the institute tell you about me?” I shrugged, “she said that it’s almost impossible to get you to help them. Still… I have the feeling you’re a caring person.”

“Well you’d be right about that. I am a very caring person and that’s why I won’t help you.” That caused me to frown at him. “Why not? All I need is a truth spell.” Alec rolled his eyes before snapping his fingers making a cup of tea appear in my hands. I almost spilled it in surprise but didn’t drop it.

Alec also had some tea, and he sipped at it in silence before looking at me again. “The fact that you think it’s just a truth spell only proves how young you are. Have you ever dealt with Magic before?”

Frowning, I shook my head no. “This is my first day being away from Idris. They don’t talk about magic in the Shadowhunter Academy.”

“To put it simply, a truth spell is used for interrogation. Tell me Shadowhunter, what does the Clave do when they interrogate one of you?” I thought about that for a moment before answering, “they use to Mortal Sword. The Nephilim hold it and it forces them to tell the truth.”

He nodded, “correct. Now, why would the Clave need a truth spell if they had their precious little sword?”

I thought about that for a moment before shaking my head, not able to give him an answer.

“It means that they would be using it on a Downworlder. They want to use my magic to interrogate one of my own. Believe me, if they don’t answer the questions honestly, the side effects of the spell are torture. I refuse to torture a fellow Downworlder. Especially when I can almost guarantee that that downworlder hasn’t really done anything wrong.”

I opened my mouth to argue against that but nothing came out. He was right. If it was a Shadowhunter they were questioning, they would just use the Mortal Sword. That must mean it’s a Downworlder they’re questioning. What kind of Downworlder, and what did they do to have the Clave interrogate them?

“I guess that’s true…” I sighed looking down at my hands in my lap.

Alec watched me in silence for a moment before he reached up and grabbed my chin, making me look back up at him. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Nephilim look concerned for my kind before.”

“Never? But you must be really, really old” I commented then quickly closed my eyes, grimacing. Did I just call him old? No, I didn’t just call him old. I called him fucking ancient!

“Alexander, I am so sorry! I wasn’t trying to call you old. I mean, yeah, the words I used were ‘really, really old’ but I didn’t mean it. You don’t look a day over nineteen. How old are you? Oh crap! You don’t have to answer that question. It was really stupid and insensitive-”

Alec stopped my rant by putting his hand over my mouth, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “All the Shadowhunters I’ve ever met always seem so cool and collected. You’re nothing like them.”

“I’m usually a lot smoother than this, I promise,” I assured but he just shook his head.

“I like this much better.”

“Really,” I mumbled softly.

He nodded, his smile growing bigger. “It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to someone so interesting. To answer your previous question, I am over three hundred years old.”

“Wow… you really don’t look a day over nineteen.”

He shrugged at that. “Most warlocks stop growing at a young age. I think there’s only three warlocks in the world who managed to become old. They stopped aging around their early sixties.”

That was very interesting. In fact, everything that came out of Alec’s mouth was interesting. It made me want to forget about the truth spell and just talk to him like this about anything and everything.

So… that’s what I did.

“What’s up with your fashion sense? I would assume being alive so long, you would be on trend with all the latest looks. Instead you’re wearing a gray sweater that looks like It’s as old as you.”

The thought that he could feel insulted made me second guess my comment but I calmed down when he started laughing. He had a beautiful laugh and it lit up his face. I wouldn’t mind hearing that laugh every day.

“To be honest, I used to be obsessed with staying in trend with everyone else. That stopped around when I turned a hundred. The older you get, the more you realize that there’s no point in trying to impress people. They will one day leave and then you will just have to start again and impress new people. It gets tiring after a while. At least it was for me. Jace and Isabelle are all about keeping up with the latest trends.”

“That’s an interesting way of thinking about it. I’ve always been, well… different than other Shadowhunters. My mother died when I was ten and after that happened I decided there’s no time to waste. You never know when tomorrow will be your last day on earth. So when my friend Tessa brought me some stylish clothes, I didn’t hesitate to wear them.”

“What does your father think about you being Bi,” he asked making me look at him shocked.

“How did you know I was Bi?”

“I overheard you say it to Isabelle but I didn’t hear the whole conversation.”

I sighed, thinking about my father. “He used to be a hard man to deal with. Before my mom died he would have killed me for dressing the way I do now. Ever since she died though he’s gotten a little soft. He’s still hard on me and is always super protective. He was furious when I told him that I signed up to be a part of an institute.”

“If he’s become soft then why not tell him about your sexuality,” he asked, looking honestly curious.

“He may be softer now but he’s still a hard man to deal with. The clothes are one thing but if I told him that I wanted to date a guy? He would kill me with my own daggers.”

“Daggers? Is that your weapon on choice,” he asked; smirking.

I nodded smiling. “I’m amazing at throwing daggers. I always hit my target wither it’s moving or not. Do you have any magic tricks you favor?”

“My magic isn’t a trick. If I must choose my favorite magic to use though, it would have to be my weapons,” he mused, looking thoughtful.

“Weapons? What would you need weapons for?”

He shrugged, “I’ve fought in a war or two. You don’t live three hundred years without getting in a few battles. Would you like to see my weapon?”

I nodded quickly, very interested in seeing what kind of weapon a warlock would use. He put his tea down on the coffee table before standing up and closing his eyes. He stretched out his arms, concentrating and a few seconds later, an archery bow made from blue flames appeared in his hand.

Gasping loudly, I put my tea down and stood up, getting closer to the weapon. I reached out to touch it but Alec pulled it away. “It’s made from fire Nephilim. That means it can burn you.”

Him saying that made me realize something. I looked down at him meeting his eyes. “You told me your name but I don’t think I told you mine.”

A playful smirk made its way on Alec’s face. “I was wondering how long it would take you to notice. So Shadowhunter, may I know your name?”

A hesitant laugh escaped passed my lips before answering, “Magnus. My name is Magnus Bane.”

Alec’s smirk turned into a sweet smile, melting my heart in the process. “Well it’s nice to meet you Magnus.”

I smiled back at him before looking down once again at the bow in his hand. “Is all you use is the bow?” He shook his head, holding it up and pulling the bow string with his other hand. As he did that, more fire formed into the shape of an arrow.

“I use fire arrows as well. They sink into my opponents’ body and paralyzes them from the inside. Only for a short while of course. I would never permanently paralyze someone, no matter who it was.”

“That’s… surprisingly human of you” I complimented, my voice soft. Alec shrugged making his weapon vanish. “Just because my father’s a demon doesn’t mean I’m not human. I may not be mundane, but I do have a soul.”

“My father always talked about Downworlders like they were a nuisance to everyone around them. I never really believed anything he said. In fact, I always wanted to meet a Downworlder.” I glanced up at him, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

“I’m glad my first Downworlder encounter has been with you. It’ll be a moment I remember.”

A light blush made its way on Alec’s face and I couldn’t help but smile because of it. Something about making a three-hundred-year-old warlock bashful just sends thrills through me. Maybe it’s because I feel like I make an impact in his life. That’s a crazy thought though. We just met.

“If you want to be literal about it, Jace was your first Downworlder encounter,” he mumbled, glancing away from me bashfully.

My smile grew at how adorable he was. “Oh, I plan on blocking that part out of my brain. In fact, every moment that happened before you walked into the room is going to be forgotten. I much rather remember you.”

“Now you’re just trying to embarrass me” he accused, making me laugh slightly.

“Yeah I am but it looks like it’s working.”

He raised an amused eyebrow at me before shaking his head with his eyes closed. “You really are an interesting Shadowhunter. Maybe I would like your kind if they were more like you.”

“Sadly, I’m one of a kind,” I sighed shrugging.

Alec opened his eyes again. His blue eyes shining as he smiled sweetly at me. “There isn’t anything wrong with that. It just means that you have a lot to offer to the world.”

His words stunned me into silence. Everyone around me always goes out of their way to point out all my short comings. They call me an idiot or criticize the way I learn or fight. Even my Parabatai tares me down more than I would like.  

No one has ever encouraged my madness. They never embrace it and tell me that maybe it’s a good thing to be different. Yet here this stranger was, thinking that I had a lot to offer to the world. He was a Downworlder. He was supposed to be my ‘enemy’ yet he said such a thing.

“Do you really think that,” I whispered, not able to make my voice any louder.

“I don’t know you very well but I do know how to judge a person. You Magnus Bane are a very interesting person. I would love to get to know you better.”

Alec seemed surprised by his words but it wasn’t surprising to me. He pretty much said that he doesn’t trust my kind and didn’t like being around us. Still, he said that he wanted to get to know me better.

I opened my mouth to answer him but got cut off as my cellphone started ringing. Groaning, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, looking at the caller ID. Another groan left my lips when I saw it was Ragnor calling.

“Answer that,” Alec insisted, grabbing the tray of tea and taking it back into the kitchen. I watched him before sighing and answering the phone.

“What do you want Ragnor?”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions Magnus. How is it going over there? You have been gone for almost an hour. Does this mean that the High Warlock is preparing the potion?”

I bit my lip, looking back toward the kitchen. “I don’t think the potion is going to happen. He doesn’t want to help the Clave interrogate a fellow Downworlder.”

“Did you use your powers of persuasion to change his mind?”

“Um… no. It seems he’s immune to my charm,” I lied. I wasn’t lying about the potion but I highly doubt Alec was immune to my charm. He seemed to be liking it just fine.

“Well if you can’t convince him to make it, no one can. That’s alright, just come back now.”

I frowned not wanting to leave Alec but if I don’t go back now it will look suspicious. “Okay, I’ll be there soon.” Ragnor hung up and I sighed lowering my phone from my ear.

“Are you leaving,” Alec asked; leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. I looked back at him frowning. “Afraid so. They will think it’s weird that I’m here so long and come back empty handed.”

“Sorry I can’t help you. If you need healing sometime look me up, but I can’t go against my own kind.” I shook my head standing up and walking to the front door. “You don’t have to be sorry and I’ll consider that next time I trip and scrap me knee.”

Alec rolled his eyes at that but was smiling. “You can use a stele for that. Only come to me if you’re dying.”

“I promise ‘Alexander’ will be my last dying breath,” I joked making him laugh. I really loved his laugh.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you then,” he said, leading me to the door. He opened it for me and I walked out into the hallway, going to go down the steps but I stopped and turned back to him.

“Will you go out on a date with me?”

His eyes widened in surprise and he grabbed the edge of the door, blushing slightly. “Why would you want to go on a date with me? I’m a warlock.”

“Does that really matter? I really like you and I want to get to know you better. Please go to dinner with me this Friday,” I coaxed, hoping he would accept.

He glanced away again thinking before softly saying “I can’t.”

My shoulders dropped in disappointment “oh… I get it. I’m sure I wouldn’t want to go out with some random kid either. I’m sorry for bothering you-”

“No!” Alec yelled before clearing his throat and glancing away again, the blush returning to his cheeks. “I wasn’t saying no to the date. I have a lot going on this Friday.”

“Oh…”

“Perhaps we could change it to Saturday? We could go out to dinner and maybe I can show you around the city. You just moved here, right? I can show you Central Park and all my favorite sights of the city. Does that sound good?”

“That sounds perfect” I beamed, not able to contain my excitement. Alec chuckled shaking his head before smiling again. “This weekend it is then. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

I nodded turning to go down the stairs but once again I stopped, lost in thought.

“Something wrong,” Alec asked confused.

I closed my eyes tight taking a deep breath before turning around and pressing my lips against his. He must have been surprised because at first, he just stood there not reacting. Seconds later, his lips moved with mine and the world around us vanished.

I’ve kissed people before but it was never like this. Kissing Alexander Lightwood was like fireworks mixed with that electric spark, while standing in the pouring rain. It was every love cliché you could possibly think about.

After what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, we both pulled away and I smiled down at him. “I’ll see you Saturday.” I whispered breathlessly before quickly turning and heading down the stairs.

Alec’s beautiful laugh lingered in my ears as I made my way down the steps and out the door. Once I was outside I looked up at the sky, feeling my face burn up in embarrassment. A wide smile spread on my face as I looked up at the shining sun. The world was suddenly full of color and it was as if I came out of that apartment a whole new man.

“Looks like I didn’t leave here empty handed after all,” I swooned before making my way down the street. Whistling happily to myself as I make my way back to my new home in my new city.

Living in New York was going to be one hell of an adventure.