#look i dont oppose wanting to take a break from exposing yourself to all the things going on in the world

[tortadecuchufli]

say, are you from a relevant country or do your issues get tagged with compassion fatigue by global north bloggers?

[damnedparker]

fugitives

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: food mention, swearing, Extremely Soft alex, cliche flower date, literally all fluff because thats my brand i guess

summary: alex law is a lot of things, but he most definitely is not a shitty boyfriend.

3k words alex lawies! what! i dont even know what this is. soppy romantic stuff. i love this stupid criminal man too much and no one can stop me. all i can write is fluff. everyday i wake up and choose yearning

You almost groaned as you were brought out of a vague sort of sleep for the third time that night, your boyfriend going through another bout of shifting around for the thousandth time. Alex had always had on and off issues with falling asleep, what he attributed to having a brain that just never stopped or slowed down enough to relax unless he was completely exhausted. You understood what he meant, you only wished you could do something to help. You had tried getting him to read, or relaxing to music before sleep, but neither seemed to help much for him.

As he shifted around again, tangling and untangling his legs with yours multiple times before tossing his head to the side in frustration, you scooted away from your usual place tucked into his side. You had hopes that giving him space without you being half on top of him might help him find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep. Soon, you began to doze off again, your body tuning out his tossing and turning just enough before you were woken up by him whispering your name when he stilled. You replied in a sleepy hum, not quite coherent enough to form any words at the moment.

“Are you mad at me?” You blinked your eyes open at that, confused.

“No, Alex, why d’you think that?”

“You moved away from me.”

“I thought maybe you would be more comfortable that way is all.” You yawned, closing your eyes again.

“I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” There was a beat of silence, and you thought he had tried to fall asleep again before he reached out for you and pulled you back into his arms, his front pressed tightly against your back. You smiled at the return of his warmth, much preferring to sleep with him holding you or vice versa. More moments of quiet passed, and you began to get sleepy again. But once more, Alex’s voice brought you back to the waking world.

“When’s the last time we went on a date?”

“What?” You mumbled, not sure if you heard him right.

“I don’t know when the last time we went out together was.” He shifted against you again to push his legs between yours, his cold feet settling against your calves. You easily fought the urge to shiver, used to his icy palms and feet pressing against your skin or warmth during the night.

“We went out to the pub just last week.” You replied, becoming fully awake now. A frustrated puff of air from Alex met the back of your neck.

“I’d hardly call me getting shitfaced-drunk a proper date, love.” His fingers began to nervously play with the hem of your shirt as he spoke, a telling tick that Alex always smoothed over with brazen or loud words, pushing down the fact that he was distressed. You covered his hand with yours and pressed it to your tummy to still his movements, now exposed from all the shifting around the both of you had done.

“I don’t need a proper date, or whatever that even means, Alex. I just like being around you.” It sounded incredibly corny, sure, but it was true. You’d much rather get plastered or stay home watching movies with your boyfriend, than have to go through the motions at some overpriced restaurant only to come home and do the very same thing you would rather be doing in the first place.

You turned around in his arms, changing positions so that your head rested on his chest, your arms hugging his middle. He began playing with your hair quietly, not saying anything after your last statement. He had seemed to relax a little at your reassurance, but you could feel the insecurity lingering in his movements and the silence that followed without some kind of acceptance or witty comment.

This time it was you who broke the quiet.

“What’s got you thinking about this in the middle of the night?”

“A few days ago, when we were hanging around on the couch, David said some fuckin’ thing about us never going out on a date, and me being a shitty boyfriend. I don’t know why I keep thinking about it.” He mumbled bitterly, upset with himself for letting this get to him. You scooted up slightly, so your face was level with his, reaching out to brush the hair out of his face, which was quite the sight from all the tossing and turning in bed.

“Well, David’s a twat,” you murmured next to his ear, causing a small grin to break out on Alex’s face. He turned to look at you, dark circles present under his icy, soft eyes, his smile unfading. You had to actively stop yourself from bursting out with an I love you, not wanting to make the moment too serious, and you weren’t sure that Alex was the type to say it. You were also a little nervous to tell him, and mostly just hoped that somehow, he knew how much you cared for him. And, of course, you hoped he felt the same. “You are anything but a shitty boyfriend, my Alex. You’re my favorite person.” He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm, now resting against his cheek. A quiet sigh of contentment left his lips, and you closed the small gap between your faces to give him a long kiss.

“Let’s go somewhere tomorrow, get away from this stupid flat for a bit.” He pressed his cheek to yours, breath tickling your ear as he murmured softly to you. Tingles spread down your spine at the intimacy, and your hand found its way under his t-shirt, soft with wear, running up his back to feel his skin.

“Where to?” You raised an eyebrow. He sat up slightly to rest his cheek on his hand as he looked down at you, pretending to think hard before answering. Your heart fluttered when his other hand found yours, gently squeezing.

“Wherever you want.”

“Well, then I’d like to stay home.” Alex sighed dramatically and hung his head in lighthearted annoyance. The smile that had overtaken your lips since he’d woken you was incapable of leaving your face as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. He peeked up at you with one eye.

“You’re so difficult, you know that?”

“I do it just to make you mad.” The smile on your face was wiped off briefly as you squeaked in surprise when Alex leapt up from his position, trying to pin you to the bed. Laughter rung out far too loudly from your lungs in the middle of the night as you scrambled to escape his hold, albeit not very successfully. Just as you had one foot on the floor to leave the bed, Alex grabbed your other ankle, and the movement of you pulling away resulted in you crashing onto the wood floor, with Alex following, landing on top of you with an almost comical oof. You groaned under him, a bit of pain coming from his weight, as well as the contact your body had made with the hard floor. There was barely a moment to register said pain, as the two of you wrestled on the floor for a bit, somehow bringing the blankets with you across the room within the struggle. You eventually yielded to your boyfriend, far too out of breath from laughter and effort to fight any longer, and also knowing you were making too much noise.

“I win.”

“Yeah, I think that happens when you give the other person a concussion.” You sarcastically replied, wincing when you tried to sit up. Alex’s eyebrows drew up in concern, but you stopped him. “I’m just kidding, Alex. But that fall did kinda hurt. You’re fucking heavy.”

“It’s all my muscles.” He grinned, letting you go to lay next to you. You pinched his bicep as he moved over.

“Yeah, these chicken arms are so strong.” You teased, and he scoffed again in feigned offence.

“You know, I’ll remember that the next time you’re drunk and you don’t want to walk home from the pub,” He pointed a finger at you, which your response was point your own at him. Except, you know, the middle one. “Ohh, you’re so sweet, darling.” He cooed. You rolled over to straddle his waist, taking his position from earlier. Alex rested his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing circles into them with his thumbs. It was a curiosity how this man didn’t get whatever he wanted when he was capable of looking at you the way he did. “Please can we go somewhere tomorrow?”

“Okay,” you finally agreed, and he sat up in excitement, making you slide down to his lap. You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Somewhere fun though. Not a fancy restaurant.”

“What about a… lower grade restaurant?”

“Alex…” He responded to your small whine with your own name in the same tone, tilting his head with the cutest puppy dog eyes in the world.

“I don’t like restaurants either, but we can get the food to go. I’ll take you to that park you like, with the botanical gardens,” he pouted. “Come on, I’ll pick you a flower or some romantic crap like that.”

“I don’t think those flowers are meant for picking, sweetheart,” His only response was a mischievous grin. You should have known better than to even try to say anything opposing his plans. You weren’t ever going to really say no in the first place; why would you reject any amount of time spent with your boyfriend? Especially when he was being uncharacteristically romantic, or at least romantic in his own way. “I suppose we can go.”

“Good,” His smile turned soft. “Now I really won’t be able to sleep.”

--

The next day, Alex burst into your apartment after you had gotten home from work. Literally right after. You had barely taken off your shoes.

“Sometimes I regret giving you a key to my flat.” Your hands gripped at the sofa you were leaning on, recovering from the minor heart attack he had given you from his sudden appearance.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He teased, grabbing onto your waist from the side. Your eyes softened as you took in his appearance, dressed in your favorite combination of the approximately six options in clothes he had; a green sweatshirt, denim jacket, topped by his leather jacket.

“I like you very much, Alex.” your voice was almost dreamy as you said it, locking eyes with him for a moment too long. Your boyfriend shifted a little, seeming to get nervous and glancing down before he spoke.

“We best get going soon, huh?” The sudden change of subject made you swallow hard, worried you’d ruined something at his now fidgety state. You nodded and mumbled something about changing before rushing off to your room. That was weird, and the sudden shift in mood from Alex meant something was either wrong, or you had made him uncomfortable somehow. Great. Not like that won’t haunt you the rest of the night. Totally.

As soon as you emerged from your room, clothes changed and forcibly pushing down what had happened a moment ago, Alex seemed back to his regular, excited self, throwing you a grin that encouraged you to file the moment ago in the back of your mind. Along with how clammy his palm felt when he slid his fingers between yours. Maybe he was still anxious in relation to everything he said last night.

There was only a brief separation of touch as you both slid into the Mini Cooper. Key into ignition, gear shift in reverse; Alex threw his arm over the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking lot, stopping briefly with his foot on the brake to press a kiss to your cheek before switching gears and heading out onto the road. His hand soon landed in its regular affectionate spot on your thigh as he drove, turning up his favorite album so the two of you could sing along, your off-key screaming going in and out as you got swept up in random conversations. When it was warm enough, Alex would roll all the windows down, and you’d cruise forever until you end up parked in the shadows somewhere to make out like teenagers. It was torturous how much you loved him; how happy he made you feel. You hoped you made him feel the same way.

The oh-so romantic meal for the night were greasy chips to share, probably detrimental for your intestines later, and sandwiches from the place you both frequented often, as it was almost the exact middle distance between your flats. As per tradition, the two of you ate on the bench outside, as the weather was a little chilly as dusk approached, but not cold enough yet to scare you off. The two of you talked about the usual as you ate, jumping from topic to topic with the ease of trapeze artists, supporting each other with interest as you went. Alex was smiling far more than usual, especially when the two of you were talking about work of all things, and the way his eyes followed your every movement squeezed your heart just the same as his hugs did after a few days apart. Whatever was on his mind was clearly tinging his behavior, and you definitely could tell, with the other signals from other, something was up with him. You just didn’t know what.

What followed your dinner was another car ride, as the gardens you loved were too far of a walking distance. And although it wasn’t a long distance when driving, you were still anxious to get out as soon as you got there, throwing open the door mere seconds after Alex parked the car.

The gardens were fairly empty, but not totally so; a few people roamed about here and there, but they were mostly adults. Alex trailed close behind you as you began to explore, surveying all the new plants that had been added since the last time you’d been able to visit.

“I should’ve brought a camera,” he mentions as you study a patch of dahlias, maroons and oranges beautiful in the soft light of the scattered lampposts around the gardens. “You’re so pretty.” The last comment was softer than his first, amplified by his sudden presence next to you, an arm slipping around your waist. You glanced over to meet his gaze, already stuck on you, tilting your head just so. Something was definitely going on with him. But knowing Alex, he wasn’t telling you for a reason, so it’d be best to just let him get to whatever it is on his own. In all honesty, his tone had struck you silent, and you didn’t know what to say. A kiss on his jaw replaced any words you could’ve forced out of your mouth.

The two of you stuck to the other’s sides as you continued to stroll through the gardens, conversing about both the flowers and whatever tangential topic struck your thoughts.

Eventually, you ended up sitting on a bench next to your favorite flowers of the night, the honeysuckle. Something about them was drawing you towards them, and Alex had insisted you sit for a while and talk. His jacket had found its way to your shoulders a while ago, due to the slight shiver you had experienced a few times from a breeze that was a bit too strong, and your boyfriend immediately jumping on the idea that, god forbid, you were a bit too cold. He would never admit it, but sometimes he was very protective of your comfort level. It was sweet.

You were busy looking up at the stars which were growing brighter as the night wore on when Alex called your name softly. His hand slipped into yours again, beginning to play with your fingers like he always did when something was bothering him.

“You know,” he paused, looking down at his lap and seeming very interested in watching his thumb stroke and rub gently over your knuckles. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been the best boyfriend over the past year… I know I’m temperamental and annoying sometimes—”

“Alex,” you stopped him with a gentle smile. “Like I told you last night, you’re my favorite person. No conditions and no buts.” He still wouldn’t look at you, so you took the opportunity to brush his hair from his face to know you were listening attentively. “What is it?”

“I just—” He sighed, his shoulders readjusting as he sat up and finally turned his head to you. “I really love you.” His eyes were full of worry as he made his confession, and all you could do is squeeze his hand in reply with a soft, reassuring smile. “I’ve never really committed to someone before, so I’ve just been… really worried about telling you. I don’t know. I know you like me, every logical part of my brain shows me that. I know I would be devastated if you left. I just—I worry you don’t wanna be stuck with someone like me sometimes. Especially when my flatmates barely tolerate me. I don’t know how you manage to all the time.”

“It’s not something I have to think about, I just do,” you shrugged. Your brain was working on mostly auto-pilot at his words, the confession spreading warmth through your body like wildfire. “I love you, idiot. Of course I love you.” A grin spread across Alex’s face at your words, both in relief and in affection. Before you could add on to your statement, he rushed forward to smother you in an excited kiss, his hand slipping up to cradle your jaw. And then he repeated the motion, a few times over, a punctuation to his confession, and a release of worry.

“Fuck.” He murmured as he pulled away for the last time. You furrowed your eyebrows in question, as he tore his eyes away from you to lean over and pluck a honeysuckle flower from next to the bench.

“Alex, I wasn’t kidding when I said that’s not what those are for—"

“Be quiet, baby, I’m being romantic,” he shushed, tucking the flower gently above your ear. You couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped from you and caused you to tilt your head; just a bit too much, as the flower drifted into your lap. Alex let out another curse and carefully slipped it back to where it was, eyeing it like a disobedient dog. “I was gonna do that before I told you.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, it’s still cute now,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing and tugged on the hand joined with yours. “Come on, let’s get out of here before the flower police arrest you for theft.”

“Please, they’d never catch us. I wouldn’t let them,” he scoffed, playing along. “Besides, we’re too cute to be prosecuted.”

[gaywheesa]

will she | wheein

request; do u do angst? if u dont its fine but could u do wheein x reader where wheein gets jealous as her gf is a idol(rapper) and she gets hit on all the time. If u do, do angst, could u have wheein and reader get in a fight then fluff, where they make up or just do the whole thing fluff somehow if u dont write angst

title; will she

pairing; wheein x female idol reader

genre; angst

a/n; this is low key toxic i've never been in a relationship but if this was a tv show the fandom would have a petition to get this couple to break up i am so sorry this is the worst im gjrjrj so much better at fluff

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Wheein was sick of it. How you'd blush whenever a creepy old guy on a variety show hit on you, and you'd just stand there and not stand up for yourself. You had to be creeped out. It wasn't just on one occasion, the public loved seeing you interact with male idols. You always got a role in a CF, and somehow they'd make you a love interest for another random male idol.

It began crossing the line when reporters announced that a senior of yours asked you on a date a little over a month ago. You didn't tell Wheein. You were embarrassed. You didn't think anyone would find out, so Wheein wouldn't either. You knew Wheein didn't like it. She didn't like it when all these guys were pouncing on you, constantly. You just couldn't work up the nerve to talk to her about it. She's never voiced her opinions on it, anyway.

Wheein wasn't answering your calls, and you knew something wasn't right. She always answered your calls with the cutest, sweetest voice. Even if she was having the shittiest day ever, she would still try and put up an act for you. Not that she didn't trust you with her feelings, but she'd rather tell you in person and that didn't happen a lot with your busy schedules.

After calling your girlfriend multiple times, you sighed and slammed your phone face down onto the empty couch cushion beside you. You considered going to her apartment, but knew your manager wouldn't allow it at this time of night, so out of the blue.

Your phone began to ring, and your heart got a kick out of it. A bit to quickly, you took the phone in your hands and groaned when you saw that it was just your manager. You picked up, knowing that if you didn't she'd drive down to the dorms herself.

"Yes?" You answered. You tried not to sound too frustrated, but you may have failed.

"Listen to this. (Y/F/N) being the lead actress in a drama! You'll get your first OST and you'll also sing on a track for the first time. I know how much you wanted to debut as a vocalist."

It all just hit you so fast. A drama? Kissing scenes, being lovey with another actor. But, more money and more opportunities for your career. You let out a breath, sighing audibly. "Let me think about it."

"Remember, (Y/N), this is a big opportunity. One of the biggest TV agencies is reaching out to us for this, you should give it a shot."

You thought back to Wheein. She wouldn't like it. Or maybe she'd understand. You didn't have a clue. Especially because she wouldn't answer you. You decided. Wheein was your girlfriend, she should understand that this could make your career as an artist take off. You didn't necessarily want to act in a romance drama, but you weren't opposed to the idea, either.

"I'll do it." You stated. Your manager left enthusiastic remarks and said goodbye.

You shut your eyes and soon after one of your members emerged from her bedroom, trudging into the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Unnie," you said quietly. She looked up and took a sip from the cup, brushing hair out of her face.

"It's 11 at night, (Y/N), we have filming tomorrow morning. You should sleep."

You chewed on your lower lip and stared off into the dark hallway. "I'm being cast in a drama."

Your member smiled. "Oh! That's great! I've never seen a rapper in a drama before, especially a female one." She sat down on the couch beside you. "But why do you look so upset?"

"Wheein might not take it well. Especially after news got out about that guy asking me on a date."

Your member rolled her eyes. "She's being too possesive. You're not cheating on her or anything. She should stop whining about it."

You pursed your lips. You knew that your member was right, in a sense, though you wouldn't have said it in such a harsh tone. "She's not answering my messages or calls." You stated.

"Did you tell her about the drama? Maybe then she'll answer."

You nodded. "I'll text her."

"Good luck, (Y/N). Hope it works out." She got up from the couch and began walking back to her bedroom, when a knock on the door made her jump.

She stared at your frantically, nearly dropping the glass that held her water. You got up cautiously and stared through the peephole, only seeing a farmilar face (only no make up). "It's Wheein," you said quietly, turning towards your member. She gave you a thumbs up and went back to her room.

You opened the door, exposing the cold onto your bare arms and legs. "What are you doing here?" You asked.

"We need to talk, right?"

Shortly after, Wheein was in your bedroom with you, legs hugged to her chest as she watched you remove your makeup. "So."

Wheein sighed. "I'm sorry." She said simply.

You looked at her through the mirror and then quickly looked back down at your makeup remover. "For what?" You chuckled, acting like you didn't know. Maybe you didn't know, but you thought you did.

"(Y/N). We should... break up."

It felt like your whole world came crashing down. Your heartbeat could be heard pounding throughout the room, and you couldn't contain it. You set down your makeup remover wipe slowly, then turned in your chair, looking at Wheein who couldn't look up at you.

"What?" You asked in a quiet voice. Wheein could hear the slight crack in your voice and looked up, only to see your cheeks became pink and your eyes glistening.

"I'm becoming too much for you. I get jealous at the smallest things. I'm not enough for you. I have trust for you, but even seeing someone talk to you makes me... sad. Or frustrated, or even angry." Wheein moved to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle. "I don't want you to feel trapped. And I think it's better for you. I really am just keeping you too close. It's like you can't experience a lot with other people because I think they're all trying to do something with you."

Wheein looked up at you, only to see tears full-on streaming down your cheeks. You made eye contact with her and your breath got caught in your throat. "This isn't for me, Wheein. You just want an excuse."

She scoffed. "What?"

"You just don't love me anymore, right? This is all an act, isn't-"

Wheein chuckled, holding her head in her hands. "So you want me to be so possessive over you? Do you like it when I don't let you do a thing? I'm such a terrible girlfriend, (Y/N)." You stared at her. The room was silent for a moment before you heard her huff. "Maybe this is for me. I think I need to work on myself some more. I'm too insecure." She shook her head and tightened her bag around her shoulder, standing up.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

Before she could exit the room, you got up and held onto her wrist. "You can't go." You said no louder than a whisper. Wheein turned and looked at you. She wanted to cry. But she couldn't be that vulnerable, not right now.

"Wheein, you were my only girlfriend, ever. And you taught me so many great things about life and about love." You heard yourself beginning to choke back sobs. "You can't leave me. I'm sorry, I won't talk to any guys. Please, you can't."

Wheein felt your grip around her wrist tighten, and then felt hot tears stream down her face. "(Y/N), that's the problem. I want you to talk to guys. I want you to live your life, but I'm holding you back." Her voice grew whiny and you sniffled at how broken she sounded. You pressed your head into her chest, hand still wrapped around her wrist.

"We can work on it together, Wheein." You moved your hand down lower, intertwining your fingers with hers. "I know we can." You cried, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Just don't leave."

Wheein let a sob fall from her lips, finally wrapping her arms over your shoulders and pulling you closer to her chest. "We can do it, Wheein. Our relationship will be the best, okay?"

Wheein kissed you once, sobbing into your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm the worst."

"You're not the worst. I love you so much. Please, we can make it work. I'll be the best girlfriend ever, right next to you."

The rest of the night, you and Wheein cried together. Her hand intertwined with yours and your head on her chest. You shared tour thoughts, worries and opinions to each other. Even if you disagreed, you worked together to make sure you wouldn't get angry. You really did love each other, but it might just take a bit to really work out what had happened that night.

[loki-fanfic-whore]

Venomous Curse ch. 2

Loki x female

Warnings: sexual situations, language, abuse, noncon adult situations.

Chapter 2 Remorse

Alice's eyes flitted open, she was laying in her bed after what had felt like the deepest most peaceful slept she had ever had. Maybe it was due to the fact Conner didn't burst in. Maybe exhaustion just got the better of her.

She got up, showered and dressed for school. Her face swelling was going down and her eye was now turning to shades green and yellow, a sign of healing.

She couldn't really remember yesterday evening. How she got home or what happened. She remembered sitting in the park...and seeing...

"Professor Laufeyson!" She spoke aloud. Her heart beat sped up as she felt her core burn. What in gods name was happening to her? Why did she feel turned on all of the sudden?

She grabbed her back pack and decided to walk to school. The sun hadn't peaked yet and the calm darkness comforted her. She walked at a brisk pace but still enjoyed the silence, before she would have to face everyone for another day of torture.

She got to the school a few minutes early and slipped into the library. It only had a few students in the corner playing some card game. She went to the back and picked up a book on the history of England in the Tudor era, which was one of her favorites. Sitting on an over sized bean bag she began leafing through the pages when the door burst open to the library and a shrill sound assulated everyone's ears.

"Where are you you little fucking slut?!" Selenas voice carried to every corner of the library. Alice kept quiet ignoring it and continued to read. Her heart sank in her chest as she knew she wouldnt be able to escape. Her hands were becoming sweaty at the adrenaline rising in her system.

Selena peaked around a corner then sneered.

"I found you fucking cunt." She marched up to Alice and grabbed her by the nape of her sweater dragging her off the beanbag chair. Alice simply froze, as the triggers led to tears. Selena slapped her across the face causing a small yelp to escape.

"How dare you touch Conner in any way! You stupid bitch!" She roared angrily as she continued to hit her. After the third or fourth hard contact to her head, slice felt herself becoming concussed. Everything going hazy.

"What is the meaning of this?! Miss. Ramos let her go and go see the principle! Miss. Lovelace come with me." A deep voice filled the air causing Selena to drop her. Alice crumpled into a ball on the library floor.

"Miss. Lovelace? Can you hear me?" His voice was fuzzy and going in and out. Alice moaned gently and rolled onto her side. The lights were so bright.

"Miss. Lovelace I am going to pick you up and take you to the nurse. I think you may be concussed. Do I have your permission?" He made sure to say it loud enough for the other students present to hear.

Placing his arms around her he carried her bridal style out of the library and into the nurses station.

"Abigail...I need help." He called out laying her body down.

"Alice? Stay awake please. You can't fall asleep." His hand gently held her cheek.

"Loki? What happened." A thin old woman in a white coat came in.

"Abigail there you are. She was attacked by another student. I think she is concussed. Abby- she is my new blood." Loki mentioned the last sentence in a low hushed tone. The older woman's blonde eyebrows raised in suprise.

"Loki- how long has it been since your last?" She asked as she looked to the poor beaten girl on the table.

"Its been...decades....but that's not important...our bond has just begun, but I believe I can help her."

"Yes yes.... I'll lock the room. Just call the desk phone when you are done." She turned and left without another word. Loki sighed gratefully and closed the door locking it. He moved to the table and leaned over Alice checking to see if she was still conscious.

"Alice? I need to make you better. I- I can help you, but its unconventional...I need to touch your body...do you give me consent?" He spoke gently and his minty breath fanned her face. She had a throbbing headache and opened her eyes a crack to process his words. After a few moments of silence she groaned gently

"Do what you need to." She laid on the table as Loki took his jacket off revealing a pressed button up shirt and black slacks. He rolled his shirt up to his elbows and then gently sat her up removing her sweater. He unbuttoned her shirt and slid it down her arms revealing her chest to him. He could see the bite he had left the night before that was almost healed. He also could see countless bruises and cuts. He gently took her neck and waist in his hands as he kissed at her throat.

"I am going to bite you Alice...itll sting, but I promise it will become much more enjoyable soon." He let his dual fangs extend and sunk them into the crook of her neck, she let out a soft whimper as he began to drink. Jesus christ the feeling she gave him was euphoric. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants painfully erect from her scent and taste.

He only drank a little, just enough to strengthen the bond. He then gently bit his palm and placed it to her mouth. His other hand still holding her up gently grasping the back of her neck.

"Drink Alice...we need to complete the bond today" he spoke softly. Alice opened her mouth and licked at his palm. She could taste his bitter blood and wrinkled her nose. She drank only a few drops before it was too much. She felt herself growing increasingly turned on.

"L-Loki I dont feel any better." She slurred out.

"Darling...I need to be intimate with you in order to finish this process and heal you...do I have your permission?" He spoke in a hushed husky tone in her ear. He knew she was aroused. He could feel her heart beat picking up. When they were complete in bonding he would feel every emotion she had and she would feel his.. it was what made the bond special. She would be his forever. The over powering scent of her arousal caused him to groan and try to readjust himself.

"Do I have your permission?" He asked again not trying to push.

"Y-yes." She spoke breathlessly. Loki immediately freed himself from his trousers and pulled her underwear to the side exposing her sweetness to him. He sank into her to the hilt sucking in air as he became overwhelmed with emotions. The bond was completed. Alice moaned out as she felt herself changing. She was becoming more clear headed. The concussion slipping away. She looked down to see Loki biting his lip his cock buried fully in her.

"Alice...now that you are level headed and the bond complete....I need to ask again. Are you okay with this? Or would you prefer me to stop?" Tears slid down her cheeks as she began to tremble.

"I-I" she hiccuped. Lokis face turned to one of anguish.

"Shhh it's okay. I'll stop my darling....we need to talk and now is probably the best time." He gently slipped out of her and groaned internally. His cock was a light purple from lack of release. He pushed it back into his pants and handed her back her sweater.

"What are you?" Alice was the first to break the silence. As she buttoned her shirt and pulled her sweater back on over her head.

"Uh...I am called many things...I believe the most recent name is a succubus. I get energy from extracting it through...different means from others."

"And this bond?" She asked again breaking the silence.

"Uh..well contrary to most beliefs, succubi do not enjoy sleeping with everyone....we bond to a certain person who calls to us. And we are bonded for life...I can...feel your emotions and you can feel mine...the bond becomes stronger with every time we mate or whenever you allow me to feed..." he chose his words carefully staring at her with his arms crossed.

"And I am now bonded to you? What if I dont want to be?" She asked her eyes flicking up to meet his.

"Well...it would break my heart...being rejected within a bond can cause many negative effects, but ultimately it leads to death of one or both bonded individuals." He didn't hide the hurt in his eyes. She felt a slight pang in her chest. It must have been from him, it was such a strange sensation to be the cause of sadness within yourself.

"Professor-"

"Please, when we are alone call me Loki..."

"Loki- I don't know if this is what I want...I- have a lot going on with Conner and school and-and I dont even know you!" She gushed forward as she stared right into his green eyes.

"I am aware it is overwhelming Alice, but now, with this bond I can protect you...keep you safe..we dont have to be intimate if you wish not to be...I- I can see some of your memories and I understand completely." His voice was soothing but she wrapped her arms around her middle trying to hide the trembling.

"You-youve seen my memories? You have watched my life like an open book before you and I dont even know you.." she was becoming increasingly upset.

Loki sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This is not how he wanted this to go.

"Alice please, we dont have to do anything you aren't comfortable with until you are fully ready....but this bond...it doesnt go away...it will only make you sick if you fight it...I will tell you anything you want to know. I will woo you and we can even go on dates if you prefer all until you are comfortable with me...I didn't mean to be intrusive...the bonding just shows me a great deal about who I bond with...I was hurt and you were wanting and willing to help." he looked to her with semi-pleading eyes. She could feel the tightness in her chest.

"You are my professor! I am your student! What will others say?" She was incredibly opposed to this bond, but she could literally feel the hurt of trying to reject him.

"You are almost done with school." He countered before moving from the counter to stand infront of her.

"Alice...I'm so sorry if you didn't want this, but it's too late now..." he spoke softly before cupping her cheek. She flinched to his touch and he immediately took a step back.

"I'm sorry Professor Laufeyson...I need to go. I've missed class." She stood up and quickly moved past him unlocking the door and bolting out. Loki stood in the doorway horrified at how he had just scared her off. Abigail stood and moved beside him.

"Young man...you know how wounded she is...she will come around, but you must go at her pace. She is scared of being hit not caressed. Of being raped not loved..."

Loki sighed and ran both hands through his hair.

"I'll need to help her see her self worth."

[moonichor-blog]

TAGGED: @kintsuggi  TAGGING: listen. 

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

NAME.           LUNAFREYA NOX FLEURET ( luna / the moon. roman moon goddess and equivalent to selene. freya / ‘the lady’  another form of freyja, the norse goddess associated with fertility, war, death, seidr - a sort of shamanic magic - gold, love & sex.  nox / latin for night. fleuret / a sword, or foil - which also is a synonym for to prevent ironically )  EYE COLOUR.        sky blue / cyan. ( if you take it in a very microscopic analytical way: the shade of blue that the sky resembles is basically only created by sunlit molecules in the atmosphere. luna is in a very bizarre way a materialized dream of selene’s ‘day-dreaming’ / existing in a mirroring effect opposing her actual self. though we know beyond the blue, there is obscurity and darkness only waiting to be discovered but so majestically hidden, you can only wait till night-time to unveil it, if you can stay for that long. )  HAIR STYLE/COLOUR.        golden hair . ( given freyja is associated with the color gold & seidr, in which luna’s healing magic reminds strongly of such, in prowess, and color...  her hair color might be manipulated by the genetical anchor that this magic has already bitten itself into  ) long locks, mostly styled and pinned up, with sideswap braids fixated across her crown. she certainly needs hair maidens to style her hair each morn  HEIGHT.       167cm ( 5 feet 6 inches ) . CLOTHING STYLE.        extraordinary, elegant, expensive dresses. casual clothing is worn too with elegance. such as blouses and skirts. clean, and oft lily-white.  rarely does she wear black or blue, but would do so occasionally. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE.        her back. ( dont @ me rn, i have an explanation ) its strong and well toned. its the middle ground between fine and firm. stiffened and always straightened when she stands or sits. its a fragment of her strictness and strength in how she carries herself.  these shoulder blades,  whenever exposed, show those of a saint who does not fear to openly present her best feature indeed.  

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

YOUR FEARS.       actions being in vain. sacrifices done for naught. oh the emotional exposure.    YOUR GUILTY PLEASURE.        writing a journal / diary. a place to express herself between pages and ink, as a rather cheap replacement for someone to talk to. often in form of poetry or not-so-pleasantly looking drawings does she pour thoughts and sentiments and allows herself to let go of all these harbored things in her mind.  YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE.       being objectified. being seen as trophy or treasure. despite her being used to ‘be’ the holy grail that grants miraculous healing --- she is greatly peeved to be seen as only this. however, she can separate professional duty as oracle and her personal disdain, and her compassion comes with a price.    YOUR AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE.         verse dependent. in most cases to fulfill her purpose, no matter how hard the work may be. / with the exception for one particular verse in which she aims to break free from god-given captivity. 

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

YOUR FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP .          there is a specific blankness.  WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MOST .       knowing about things she will not be able to reach for, nor would she accomplish certain things, given her confined limitations. rationally she is not a fan of day dreaming and far too devoted to her duties and the prophecy.  WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED .         everything. too much. wondering if she did enough. wondering if her knowledge will be enough for the next day, and if not, how much would she need to learn? how long would it take to get back to the sky and how long would it take to carry this body that has her skin but feels not as her right type of skin. how much longer must she endure only to lay into bed the next day and ask the same questions. / most likely, leading back to her objectification pet peeve, and how A CERTAIN SOMEONE does exactly the opposite and it’s tearing her apart and draws her away to think about something else than what she devoted herself to. YOU THINK YOUR BEST QUALITY IS .         to fake a smile. to fake stability. to emotionally detach herself and if she doesn’t, knowing how to stay.  

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES.          single . TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED.       respected . ( some inner desire of her says to be loved, but it’s greatly overshadowed by her rational wish to be respected, to be treated right, which sometimes you cannot receive with love. sometimes you face disrespect, or are not treated the way you expect, even when you are loved, and she is aware of that.  ) BEAUTY OR BRAINS.       brains . DOGS OR CATS.         both. whilst the moon has a certain relationship to canine-animals ( example, wolves howling to the moon ) freyja has a fondness to cats.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

LIE.       yes . BELIEVE IN YOURSELF .        barely , though, forcefully.  BELIEVE IN LOVE.         as a rarity . WANT SOMEONE.         hah.

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

BEEN ON STAGE.       yes, mostly speeches / preaches / gospel.  and eventually the ceremony of the ascension as oracle required a public first healing performance  DONE DRUGS.       no, not for addiction purposes. rather medication, if any.  CHANGED WHO YOU WERE TO FIT IN.         yes & no, afford to blend in with the casual masses she cannot in her grander role as public figure. she is in fact very much residing in utter distance from where she could fit in, therefore she did not change who she was, willingly. /  she only attempted to ‘fit in’ on her getaway from the empire, and during travels across Eos, only to not out-stand too much and get caught on the long run. less extravagant clothing and hairstyles was all she did for that. old habits die hard though, such as extremely formal speech and her posture. 

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

FAVORITE COLOR.          white / silver and black. FAVORITE ANIMAL.         she appreciates any animal FAVORITE MOVIE.           she is more into books than anything. though she would enjoy drama & thrillers FAVORITE GAME.            chess certainly. 

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DAY YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE.       tuesday, 4th of september. HOW OLD WILL YOU BE.        25 years as mortal ( which is a lie, she doesn’t even reach 25, she dies being 24 )   /    4.5+ billion years and onward as selene AGE YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY.         N / A DOES AGE MATTER.        depends on the case. you can be the oldest being, and still be foolish and unwise. intercourse-wise, the age of consent is still something of importance.  

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON

BEST PERSONALITY .        ‘contrasting’  /  ability to reflect her own madness /  humorous enough to make her genuinely laugh  /   give the feeling of safety & openness  BEST EYE COLOR .        any BEST HAIR COLOR .        any BEST THING TO DO WITH A PARTNER .         existing   /  feeling  /  closeness  /  honesty  ( very simple and base things but as humane as they are, its something she is not very practiced with )

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I LOVE.        balance  /   chaos I FEEL.         light   /  heavy  /  chained  /  caged I HIDE.         nothing   /    everything  I MISS.         my body I WISH.        for release. 

[gray-autumn-sky]

With a Full Heart

For the anons who requested:

An AU where Robin is alive, but Regina had to push him away to protect him and his children from the Evil Queen

An AU of 6x14 where Regina tells Robin about splitting her heart with the Evil Queen

Regina lets out a shallow breath and her eyes close, her hands still shaking--and she can’t believe that it’s over, that it’s really over.

None of it went the way she thought it would. It’d gone awry from the start, exposing her worst fears and bringing them to life. But, perhaps, that’s what was necessary--necessary for her to look herself in the eye and be honest about who she was, to make herself finally choose rather than swaying between two opposing poles, and to finally accept the things she couldn’t change or wish away, to accept herself completely.

“There,” Henry says, tapping his pen on the page. “It’s done.”

“It is,” she breathes out, nodding as her eyes flutter open to see an illustration of the Evil Queen, her eyes soft and full hope as she opens the tavern door, ready to start a new life with Robin of Locksley. “I… I think they’ll be happy together, in their own way.”

“I do, too,” Henry decides, grinning down at the page of new storybook. “But, what about you?”

“What?” She asks, shifting her eyes up to her son. “What do you mean?”

“Robin,” he returns plainly. “Your Robin.”

A soft grin edges onto her lips, and she nods a little, thinking of the last time she saw him--remembering how angry he’d been with her. Perhaps, she thought, it wasn’t anger, perhaps it was more disappointment and frustration--but whatever it was, it hadn’t been enough to make them part on bad terms. They’d decided together that he should go, that he should take his children away from Storybrooke and away from Evil Queen. He hadn’t wanted to leave, but they hadn’t seen another way. The Queen was unpredictable and she seemed set on exacting revenge on the one who’d betrayed her most--on her counterpart who’d shoved her away and stifled her voice. And now, that they were separated, the Queen lacked the moral compass Regina had once provided, and there was no telling what she’d do or who would caught in the crossfire.

She’d tried to get Henry to go with them, but he’d flat out refused--and now, she was glad for it.

“You told him when it was over, when the Queen was gone, you’d find him,” he reminds her. “So, what are you waiting for.”

“It’s… not that easy, Henry,” she says, hesitating for a moment, not wanting to admit that she was worried that he wouldn’t want her--that he’ll have realize his life is more peaceful without the constant disruptions and upheavals, that his children are safer and happier in life where she is not. “I can’t just… pop over to the Enchanted Forest because I want to. I need… time to…” She watches as Henry’s eyes roll and he sighs, waiting for her to finish. “What?”

“You’re making excuses.”

“Portals don’t just appear,” she says flatly. “I can’t just…” A grin draws onto his lips as he twirls the Author’s Pen between his fingers. “Henry, there are rules to your role.”

“So?” He says too easily as his shoulders shrug. “Mom, every single rule to anything magical has exceptions. You can’t do this unless and you can’t do that except if…” He grins. “This is one of this things. This is an exception.” He turns the page in the book and grins. “It’s not fair that one half of you gets their happily ever after, and the other half doesn’t.”

“You’re my happily ever after,” she cuts in, watching as he dips the quill tipped pen into the ink. “Besides…”

“Mom,” he cuts in, his voice rising over hers as his eyes widen. “I miss them, too,” he says, his eyes softening as he smiles. “So, go and bring them home and… let us all be happy together.”

She hesitates for a moment and then nods, thinking of those few quiet moments between catastrophes when they’d simply been allowed to be. They’d done the most wonderfully mundane of things together--making dinner and reading bedtime stories, watching movies together and falling asleep on the couch, the sort of things that made her chest ache with envy for the times that had barely been.

“Okay,” she says, a nervous little grin edging onto her lips. “Okay, go ahead.”

Henry smiles and nods, his lip catching between his teeth as he thinks for a minute and then, just before the ink touches the paper, he wishes her luck.

Everything turns blurry, fading in and out as she moves between worlds--and when she settles, she finds herself in the middle of a darkened forest. She looks around, feeling dizzy as she tries to get her bearings and a sense of her surroundings, and for a moment she think that somehow Henry got it wrong--and then, she notices a flame in the distance.

Her heart beats a little faster as she steps toward it, watching as it grows bigger and clearer as she nears. She can see Robin sitting by the fire, staring at the flame. His face his blank and he’s alone, and for just a moment, she stands just out of view, watching him and wondering if it’s possible that he’s missing her as much as she’s missed him.

Taking a tentative step forward, she draws in a breath--and when takes her a second step, a branch cracks beneath her foot. The breath catches in her throat as Robin looks up, narrowing his eyes as he rises to his feet. His brow creases and he cranes his neck for a better look--and then, a smile explodes across his face at the sight of her.

“Regina…”

She smiles and nods, her eyes filling with tears as he moves quickly toward her--and when his arms wrap around her, holding her against his chest as his hand cups the back of his head, she feels herself melting into him. She holds him tightly, her fingers clenching at his cloak.

“I’ve missed you,” she manages to say, pressing herself closer to him and breathing him in. “I’ve missed you so, so much.”

“And I you,” he murmurs back, pressing a kiss to her temple before gently pushing her back. “I need to see you…”

Grinning through her tears, she nods. “I’m sorry…”

“Dont,” he cuts in. “Don’t apologize for… whatever you feel the need to apologize for. You’re here now and that’s what matter.” He pulls her back to him, holding her tightly as he presses another kiss to her, this time his warm lips finding her cheek. Turning her head, she catches his lips. She kisses him, letting all of the emotion she’d had to put aside for the past few weeks pour out of her--and he kisses her back, erasing any doubts she might of had about how he’d feel about seeing her again.

When they break the kiss, her cheeks flush and he reaches for her hand, leading her back to the fire. They sit down on a log and he stretches his arm around her shoulders, holding her to him--and for awhile, they just sit together, enjoying the closeness of the other.

“So, I suppose this means… the Queen is… gone?”

“Sort of,” she says, nodding as she lifts her head from his shoulder. “It’s… complicated.”

“It always is,” he tells her, chuckling softly. “Did you find a way to merge yourself, to make her a part of you again?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then…”

She smiles a little and takes a breath. “I… had Henry write her a happy ending.” She laughs a little. “He created this whole little world for her where she could finally find happiness.” A soft little grin tugs up at the corner of his mouth, reminding her that he’d always had a soft spot for the Evil Queen, accepting her as she was and as a part of the woman he loved. “He, um… he even made sure she found love.”

“Love…” Robin repeats. “With who?”

“You,” she tells him, unable to stop the little laugh that bubbles up in her chest. “Or, a version of you… a darker version of you, the man you used to be.”

At that, he chuckles softly. “So, your darker side ran off with my darker side? How… fitting.”

“I thought so.”

Leaning in, he presses a kiss to her forehead. “You seem happy for them.”

“I am,” she admits. “And I hope that they really do find happiness together. She… deserves it.”

“You didn’t always think that.”

“No,” she agrees, sighing a little as she remembers all of the times she sabotaged herself, how relieved she’d felt when she’d injected herself with the serum and pulled the Evil Queen out of her, and she remembers how terrified she’d been to find out it hadn’t worked the way she’d thought it would, that Queen was still there, just outside of her and that the potential for darkness still loomed in her heart. “I didn’t. After everything she’s done--after everything I’ve done--happiness just didn’t seem fair.”

“But you’ve changed your mind.”

“Yes,” she says quietly. “I… I finally accepted her. I accepted me.” Robin presses a kiss to her hair, hugging her a close to him. “I had the chance to stop her, to kill her and rid the world of her, but I didn't take it.”

“No?”

“No, I split my heart in half, and gave it to her,” she tells him. “I gave her a second chance.”

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to her hair. “I’m so glad.”

“Are you?” She asks, pulling back to look at him, watching as his eyes shine even in the darkness. “Are you really? After…”

“Yes,” he cuts in. “I love you, Regina. I love all of you. Even the parts you might not have always loved yourself.” He grins as he leans in again to press soft, fluttering kiss to her lips. “And you know better than most that I am a believer in second chances.”

Smiling, she nods and lets her forehead falls against his. “I’ve missed you so much, did I tell you that?”

“You did, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you away.”

Tipping up his chin, catches her bottom lip between his, sucking gently as a smile draws onto his lips. “You did what you had to do, and I did what I had to do--and now, that’s over.” His lips slide over her jaw and hand slips to her hip. “And now, we can move forward together.”

“Together…”

“Yes,” he murmurs against her skin just before pulling away. “I’ve only one concern.”

“Oh?”

“How… do we get home?”

She blinks at him for moment, unable to answer the question--and then she feels something in her pocket. A grin draws onto her lips as she reaches for it, pulling out a small bean. Holding it between her fingers she lifts it, feeling a little flicker of pride as she thinks of Henry and his magical quill. “A portal,” she says simply. “We’ll go home in the morning.”

“Home,” he breathes out. “Roland is going to be… beside himself. He’s missed you and Henry so much.”

She feels a little fluttering in her chest as she looks to a tent just beyond them. “I missed him, too--and Hannah.” A little grin tugs up from the corner of her mouth and her throat suddenly feels tight. “She must be getting so big.”

Robin nods and his fingers press into her hip. “We can finally be a family.”

“A family,” she repeats, her voice catching as she looks back to him. “My happy ending.”

“Our happy ending,” he tells her, tugging her up and leading her to tent, her heart feeling happy and full.