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kmikaelsonimagines · 3 years

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Betty: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: I think Betty could be cute/angst <3 xx

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Betty

Betty, I won't make assumptions About why you switched your homeroom, but I think it's 'cause of me

There he was.

He was beautiful, really. Dark brown eyes that drew you in, flecks of gold that gave him an almost angelic quality to go with those cheeky boyish charms that you had never been able to resist. Lips that always looked so kissable, with the ability to curve into a killer smile, revealing porcelain teeth that others associated with weaponry, tearing into flesh and draining blood.

For you, when they bit, they nipped, lovingly, playfully, followed by your laughter and his mingling into the most perfect of harmonies.

You missed not having that anymore. You missed seeing him every day. You missed Kol Mikaelson being yours.

You knew you were the reason he had left, knew that what you had done was too much for him to bear, not that he would ever tell you. But now, he was back, hugging his brother, that killer smile turned into one of affection that had usually been reserved for you.

The Mikaelson family was nearing the end of its journey, and you would both be here to witness it, that moment when Klaus Mikaelson left this world. You hated yourself for being the reason why Kol had stayed away from his family for so long, after you had chosen to stay with them even after everything that had happened.

You waited for him to notice you, hoping it wouldn’t ruin the moment.

Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard When I passed your house It's like I couldn't breathe

Kol knew you were there. He knew it from the moment he heard your footsteps, felt your presence as you watched him embrace Klaus. But he didn’t look at you, not yet. He didn’t want to ruin things. Not yet.

He knew when he laid his eyes on you, one of two things would happen. Either he would have the breath knocked out of him, like he always did, finding you stunning. He had always told you that out of all the years he had spent on this earth, he had never seen anything as beautiful as you. You were a wonder of the world, and he was lucky to call you his.

He would fall to his knees before you, and take your hand, pleading.

That was one option.

The other was hatred. Pure, unbridled hatred would rush forth, and his anger would take over. It would destroy his final moments with his family as a whole unit, and he wouldn’t be able to control himself as he ripped you to shreds. He hadn’t felt that way in a while, purposely leaving the Mikaelson residence so he could get that thought out of his head. He didn’t want to hurt you, but his rage could get the better of him.

Especially after what you did.

So he didn’t look at you, not yet.

You heard the rumors from Inez You can't believe a word she says Most times, but this time it was true

He still hadn’t looked at you, but you knew that Kol was aware you were there. Part of you was angry, wanting him to just stop being such an indignant bastard and look at you.

The other part of you, the part that loved him more than anything in the world, the part that wanted his forgiveness more than you wanted to live, didn’t blame him for taking his time. You understood that he was hurting, knew you would be too if it had been the other way around.

If he had been the one to cheat on you.

To make matters worse, Kol had heard it from someone else. Gossips in Rousseau’s telling each other all about the fact that Kol Mikaelson’s girlfriend had kissed someone else on a night out with her friends. He had begged you to tell him that they were lying, that it was all just a rumour to get to him.

One look from you and he had fallen apart.

One look from you and he knew it was true.

One look from you and everything you knew was over, your happy ending gone.

It had been a drunken mistake, but it had destroyed everything. But maybe, now that he was back, there was a chance to rebuild what you and Kol had.

That was, if he ever looked at you.

The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you

Kol still didn’t look at you. He couldn’t. He knew it was probably killing you, but it was nothing compared to what you had put him through.

He had always thought that you were the one, maybe even still thought that, but he wouldn’t let himself give in to such thoughts. You had kissed someone else and then hidden the truth from him.

A lot of mistakes had been made in your relationship, from both of you, but he was sure this was the worst of the lot.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready to forgive that just yet.

He held onto his brother, savouring what would be one of his final moments with him, eyes still looking away from you. It was only when he heard you leave that he looked up, the ghost of you still present in his mind.

He expected to feel some sort of satisfaction at getting at you like that, but instead, the pit in his stomach only grew deeper. There was that part of him, the one that never wanted to hurt you, still playing games with him, wanting to go after you and try to fix things even if he thought it would only cause him more pain.

It was up to him whether or not he let that part win.

But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself Or lead me to the garden?

You knew you shouldn’t talk to him, shouldn’t even try to fix things. He would just tell you what you didn’t want to hear, tell you that things were over, and that he didn’t love you anymore, that he couldn’t, not after what you had done.

You had betrayed him. The man who valued trust more than anything.

You knew you shouldn’t talk to him, knew this wasn’t the time or the place, but it didn’t stop you from wanting to. To just explain things again and again until your throat was raw, until he was back in your arms, telling you that he loved you, that he always would.

So you had escaped to your room, choosing not to leave until the shock of seeing him after so long had disappeared. You were surprised when the door opened, and he stood there.

Finally looking at you. There was no hatred in his eyes, just hurt, and it killed you.

Kol was the first to speak.

“Come with me.”

You followed him all the way to the courtyard, never taking your eyes off him. He had looked at you, he had spoken to you, and you could only wonder what was going to happen next.

In the garden, would you trust me If I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

Kol didn’t know why he had asked you to come with him to the courtyard, didn’t know what he was going to say. At the same time, there was so much he could have said, and for the first time since it had happened, he realised that not all of it was bad.

But today wasn’t the time, and this wasn’t the place.

His brother was going to die, and he didn’t quite know what to do with that information, knew that you didn’t either.

What he did know was that you had made a mistake, a drunken mistake that he had made plenty of times in the past. What he did know was that you were supposed to be the one, and that whether he liked it or not, he would love you for the rest of eternity.

What he did know was that he would learn to trust you again, he would make sure of that. What he did know was that he missed you like crazy.

What he did know was that you were his Y/N, and that you were looking at him, waiting for him to say all of those things.

But he didn’t say any of it.

Standing there with you, the silence not as deafening as he thought it would be, Kol Mikaelson took your hand and squeezed it.

He smiled when you squeezed back.

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erensslut01 · 3 years

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Smokey Injuries

Pairing: Eren x Female! Reader!

Warning! Sexual content

Summary: So his injuries can heal, mhm? Imagine how they’d look if they were caused in bed.

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You sat beside Hange while hugging your knees. You watched your boyfriend, Eren Yeager, bite his hand. Lightening suddenly shooting out of the sky and towards him. His titan form emerging from the smoke.

You flinched are the sound, but quickly regained your posture. Hange’s eyes widened, “ Awh~, I’ll never get over that!” she laughed loudly, similar to a crazy scientist.

Erens green puppy-like eyes traveled over to you. It hurt you to see him being used like a lab rat. Everyday was used to benefit this country, this secluded land in the middle of no where with walls protecting it. But not once did it help him. Even though he’s been doing so much for everyone here no one seems to appreciate him.

Everyday you see him looking more distance and lost than the last. It hurt him...it hurt you. No one was there for him to ask if he was okay, not even his friends. Only you. Even if he was wrong, you were there for him. Throughout the whole thing. You stayed by his side. Supporting him and loving him.

You may not understand what he’s going through. Having to watch his mother die, eating his father to gain his powers, finding out he has a secret brother and step mom, it was all too much.

Eren caught on to your dazed look. Your features subconsciously shifting to a saddened one. He assumed it was because of his form. Whenever he transformed you’ll always frown. He hated his powers because of that very reason.

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“ how are you feeling?” you asked, sorting out his clothes in his room. It was messy. Maybe because he’s caught up in training, experimenting, and other stuff. You were lucky the both of you got here before Levi did, “...alright”

He sat on his bed with his legs open wide. His eyes never leaving you while you moved around with his stuff. His back leaning onto the headboard of his bed, “ Say...Y/n...” you hummed, “ are you afraid of me?...of Titan me?” his eyes finally looked away.

You froze, “ afraid?” you quickly turned around seeing a saddened expression overtaking his face, “ I understand if you are...I’m a disgusting human that shouldn’t have been born...I’m surprised you even want to be with me even if I’m like this-“

You quickly rushed towards him and threw your body onto him. Tears brimming the corner of your eyes, “ don’t say that!” your loud tone and actions startled him, “...sorry...you just seem upset whenever I shift-“

You grabbed his face onto your hands while you placed your body over his lap, “ it’s because it hurts to see you being used as a lab rat! You’re a human...Titan shifter or not...you’re still human! The way your heart functions, your breathing, your emotions! It all proves you’re alive and human.” your body began to shake as you softly punched his chest, “ so why are you being treated like a monster? Like a plague? I don’t enjoy watching you being treated so harshly...treated like an experiment...” Erens frown returned. He didn’t expect this.

Guilt overtaking his mind.

She was worried? God, how can I ask that she’s afraid! She’s been with me through it all!

“ I love you, Eren.” your warm hands caressed his cheek, “ nothing can change that..” your soft eyes glossing with love.

Love... you showed him what that meant, how it felt, how to be treated with it.

With one swift movement, his arm wrapped around your waist before switching the position. His right arm around your waist while the other rested beside your head, “ did you lock the door?” you slowly nodded with wide startled eyes, “ good”

His lips immediately fell onto yours, sucking your breath, moans, and whimpers.

His kiss was hungry, loving, passionate, and regretful.

Regret? Why?

Regretting that he ever doubted you. To think that you’d be afraid of him and leave him. You’ve always been there for him, so why leave now?!

You gasped once you felt his hands hastily take off your clothes, “ I’m sorry...I just want you” you smiled, “ take me then...” your hand caressed his cheek lovingly causing him to melt into the touch.

Eren and you haven’t been that sexually active in a while. With rebuilding the wall, training, Levi being on both of your asses, you barely had any time together.

You gasped feeling his tongue glide across your exposed skin. It was embarrassing how you were the only one naked, but you knew how much he enjoyed glancing at your body. He enjoyed seeing you embarrassed and vulnerable while under him.

His hungry eyes taking in everything. Your body wasn’t the best in your opinion, but to him it was as if you were shaped by the beauty goddess herself, Aphrodite.

“ Eren~ ah~” his fingers traveled to your womanhood as he began to rub small circles, “you’re already wet?...but it’s not enough”

He lowered his mouth closer to your pussy before forcing your legs apart. His saliva trialing from his mouth, slowly falling onto you. You whimpered at the feeling before his pointer and middle finger helped spread the liquid out, “ don’t hold in your pretty voice...let me hear you”

You gasped along with a moan once you felt both fingers entering inside of you, “ I almost forgot how warm you are.”

His head buried in between your breasts while his fingers did wonders. You were left a flustered moaning mess. His fingers had this much of an affect on you? How embarrassing.

You flinched under his warm tongue. His hawk like green eyes watching your every reaction. Sucking and licking whatever spot he came across. Your body trembled underneath him, your insides clenching against his fingers, quivering breath along with your moans.

You were close.

Eren didn’t have time for foreplay after he was done rubbing you. He needs you, he wants you. Your taste, your smell, your voice, your breathing, your warmth, your everything. He’s craving it.

Soon, your juices milked his fingers. Which he instantly brought to your mouth. Sticking them inside, forcing you to suck and clean him up.

Oh, how you turned him on.

Soon you felt his tongue going back to your pussy, cleaning up the mess that you caused, “ you’re so messy...what will Captain Levi say if he saw this, mhm? What will you say? That you were getting fucked by me? That you didn’t care about the mess?”

You whimpered, “ speak” he demanded. Voice filled with authority.

With a moan you felt his tip aligning with your hole. If you wanted him inside of you...you needed to speak.

“ I’ll tell him that you fucked me like the slut I am. “ you moaned feeling him go in deeper, “ like the slut you are? Oh?~”

Once he was fully inside, you arched your back. Your hole taking its time to adjust. His tongue traveled across your body, whispering sweet nothings in your ear before licking your earlobe, “ let’s get started...kitten”

With one thrust you were sent over the edge. Your nails already digging deeper into his skin. Smoke emitting from his body, “ s-shit. Go easy or I’ll accidentally transform inside of you” he joked with a deep laugh.

You breathlessly laughed at his joke before moaning loudly, dragging your nails against his skin. Everyone was away eating dinner, so you didn’t have to worry about them hearing.

“ Eren!” he laughed. His speed increasing, “ yes, pretty girl? What do you want? Faster? Harder? Maybe a slap?”

SLAP

Your ass tingled with pain and pleasure, “ what is it, darling? Speak!”

He clenched your cheeks together, smushing your face in his hands. Leaving your mouth wide open.

“ Ah~ ah~ ah~” your breasts bounced with each thrust. Your face aching from how hard he’s holding you. That was until you felt wet liquid dropping in your mouth.

He spit in your mouth.

He was bolder today, sexier, rougher.

Smoke continued to leave his body. Your nails digging deeper into his burning blood, “ be careful, love. If you cut deeper you’ll burn yourself” it only turned you on even more.

He grunted before lifting your thighs up against your chest. Pushing you into a more flexible position. He went deeper...

And deeper

You cried out in pleasure, begging him to let you finish. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The hot steam coming out from his body causing you to get even hotter. Your mind dizzy with pleasure and the unnatural heat

Your moans stumbled across each other. You cried out in pleasure. His head fell onto your neck where you had full access to bite him. This caused him to clenched your thighs tightly and moan loudly in your ear.

His thrusts became sloppy.

You were both close.

Soon you felt the knot in your stomach release. Sending a huge wave of pleasure throughout your body while you trembled under him. He threw his head back while a large amount of smoke emitted from the bite mark you gave him.

With a gasp you felt his warm liquid enter you, “ I love you...I love you so much...” he spoke through breathless whispers.

You smiled while your chest heaved. Opening your arms for him to rest in which his body collapsed onto yours, “ I love you too...forever...and always”

He smiled at the words, “ then promise me...promise me when this is over we’ll get married”

You blushed, but smiled.

Both of you holding your pinky with giddy grins, “ I promise.”

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lia-jones · 4 years

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Growing Stronger - Chapter Thirty-Three - Amidst the Fog

His parties were always the same, like they were taken from the pages of The Great Gatsby. Jazz music filled the air, mixing with the laughter of guests and the clink of crystal glasses, while servants roamed busily in the grand room, offering drinks and hors d’oeuvres.

Being a self-made man, Gregory Lee believed in displays of power and ostentation, therefore, everything he did, he did with a bang. Needless to say, the engagement of his only incredibly successful son (also known as the ungrateful child ) and his lovely and extremely bright fiancée (or like he so lovingly had called her, the filthy immigrant) had to be the event of the year, catering the best food, serving the best liquor, presenting the work of the best artists.

Victor was surrounded by the very best of the best. He would trade it all for a 12-hour flight to Portugal.

Victor sighed, thinking about how he could have been in Andrea’s parents’ house, enjoying the dry Lisbon winter, having codfish and sonhos , and other delicacies Andrea and her mother would have prepared for the occasion, along with an exquisite bottle of wine, carefully picked by his future father in law from his amazing cellar. He would probably have had Ana on his lap, eagerly pulling at his tie and giggling at all the funny faces he would make, or Lady at his feet, interested in any piece of food he would throw her. Andrea’s parents’ house would be full of joy and warmth, and Victor would be basking in it all, making up for lost time with his own family, enjoying the loving moments he never actually had.

However, according to Andrea, he had to prioritize rebuilding a relationship with his father. The man who never had time for him growing up, no matter how hard Victor worked, how well he behaved he was, how much he asked for it. It was ironic that now his father demanded Victor’s attention. Nothing new, Victor concluded. It was quite fitting. Some things never seemed to change.

At least Andrea seemed to be having some fun. She was bound to find some of her study subjects in the party, and she was swiftly stolen away to discuss how things were going, while Victor minded his own business partners. She was probably expecting a more private gathering, with family and friends and good food, much like what her family would have done, but everything was a business opportunity for Gregory Lee, even the most private moments. Victor hated that, and already knew this would happen, but because of Andrea, he was willing to give it a try.

He watched as the love of his life walked to him, and lovingly stroked his tie. He circled her waist with his arms.

“God, I swear if I hear the words Loveland’s power couple again, I’m going to vomit.” She vented.

“Are you not enjoying the attention?” He teased, not letting the i-told-you-so moment go to waste. “I’m sure you wouldn’t prefer to be in Portugal right now.”

“Oh stop.” She playfully rolled her eyes at him. “Where is your father? Haven’t seen him all night. Was he with you?”

“He’s somewhere, socializing.” Victor shrugged at Andrea’s frown. “What did you expect?”

“Well, it is your engagement.” She defended. “It would be expected of him at least to spend some time with you, share stories…”

“My father is not your father, Andrea. And my family is not your family.” He looked her in the eye, trying to get his point across. “We are not close like you are.”

“Like we are.” She gave him a loving glance, stroking his tie once again. “They have adopted you already.”

“Oh, I know.” He smiled at her playfully. “And I have a rather imperfect Christmas sweater to prove it.”

Victor and Andrea laughed, remembering when they got the package from her mom, bearing their Christmas gifts. A bottle of cherry liqueur, and two handknit sweaters, one with a Christmas star for her, one with a grumpy reindeer for him. He wore it to take a picture for her mom on Christmas day and forgot to take it off. It sure was ugly, but it was incredibly comfortable, and it was nice to know it was made thinking of him. Probably one of the best gifts he ever had, apart from the ones he got from Andrea.

“Hummingbird!” He heard aunt Terry call.

“Victor.” He corrected. “How are constructions going in the ranch?” He hadn’t had the chance to ask yet.

“Oh, beautifully. You have nothing to worry about, your wedding planner is doing a wonderful job.” She stifled a laugh. “His English is a bit weird though.”

“Thank you!” Andrea jumped in, excited to have someone take her side. “Victor says I’m mean when I laugh, but the guy is hilarious!”

“Oh definitely. It’s hard for me to hold it sometimes.” Terry confessed.

“Don’t encourage her!” Victor feigned annoyance. “Is that what you’re here for? To strengthen her childish behavior?”

“Actually, I’m here to steal Andrea from you.” Aunt Terry grabbed Andrea’s arm, pulling her away from Victor. “You will be fine on your own, won’t you?”

Victor eyed Andrea carefully, waiting for a sign that it was ok for her to go. She smiled. She liked Terry, they got along well.

“You have my blessing.” Victor nodded. “Just make sure she comes back safely.”

Victor was greeted by some of his acquaintances, engaging in idle conversation, yet his eyes never left Andrea. He watched her quickly be swallowed by an army of his cooing aunts, excited for the presence of another female in the family. More so, one that was soon to marry him, the man who had been deemed an eternal bachelor a long time ago. Of course Andrea would make them excited.

He carefully read each of her expressions, most importantly the ones only he could read. And at some point, he saw a hint of sadness in her eyes, and her serene smile, the one she would wear when she was uncomfortable with something. And a few seconds after, an even more alarming sign, she touched her forehead. She was worried.

He watched her excuse herself and leave before he could get to her. Without another word, he took off after her. He didn’t know what had happened, but he was about to find out.

The fog outside was so thick he almost missed her, alone, leaning against the rail of the mansion’s front porch.

“What are you doing outside in the cold?” He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “Do you want to get sick?”

“I didn’t realize it was that cold.” She answered without looking at him. “I’ll be inside in a minute, don’t worry.” Her voice was thick, like she was holding back tears. Victor felt his blood boil, so much that he had also forgotten about the cold.

“Was it something my aunts said?” He whispered, but couldn’t conceal the anger in his voice. “That’s it, I’m going to talk to them.”

“Victor!” Andrea pleaded, looking him in the eyes. Her eyes were red, tears threatening to spill. “Don’t. Not here. Just give me a minute.”

Victor nodded, understanding the last thing she needed was a scene. He held her arms tight, minding her as she took deep and long breaths, trying to steady herself.

“Better?” He voiced sweetly, getting a short decided nod in return. “Come. I know a place where no one will look for us.”

They discreetly avoided the entrance of the great main room and walked up the stairs instead, heading for the bedroom wing. He opened the second door on the left.

Andrea sat on the beautifully dressed king-sized bed, holding her head between her hands. Victor sat beside her, stroking her bare shoulders to stave off the last remnants of the cold.

“Talk to me.” He pleaded softly. “What’s upsetting you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She downplayed it, yet tears still fell. “It’s just, we started talking about married life, and they asked me if I would consider quitting my job to take care of the children…” She sighed heavily. “I mean, I know this is old news, but having to break it to them that I can’t have kids… It was hard. I feel like I’m failing you. Like you could do so much better.”

“Andrea…” He lifted her chin to look her in the eyes. She shook her head, agitated, releasing herself from his grip.

“I know what you are going to say, Victor, but the painful truth is that, yes, you certainly could!” She looked at him with a certainty in her eyes that made his heart pang. “I mean, look at me! Look at them, look at you! I’m a simple girl! But I’m becoming a Lee! A Lee would never use a wedding dress that wasn’t made by this or that designer, and most of them I wouldn’t have ever even heard of if it wasn’t for you! And we already know that it’s hard for me to handle having a fortune, I wouldn’t even know how to spend it, and I feel awful possessing things that are worth more than one can earn in a lifetime. And you know how important it is for them to continue the bloodline, so yes, it was painful to see the look on their faces when I said I couldn’t! That you can’t have a child of your own, with your genes, because of me.”

Victor could see the pain in her eyes, how broken she was, and all he knew was that he needed to stop that pain as fast as he could. He wanted to speak, but he was terrible at expressing his feelings with words, and he was afraid he would unintentionally say the wrong thing. So he did the second best thing. He took her in his arms and he kissed her, wanting to remind her of the undeniable truth: the love they had for each other. His undying love for her.

He took his time loving her, feeling her relax in his arms, only to hold him tight, loving him back. In the meantime, he formed in his mind the words he wanted to say. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.

“The woman I love doesn’t know all the designers.” Victor held her face lovingly, looking earnestly into her eyes. “The woman I love doesn’t creatively invent ways to spend my money. The woman I love is the person I know with the most love in her heart, yet, she can’t bear children. And I love her because although she does none of those things, she’s the only thing I need. All I need is you, Andrea.”

Andrea ran her fingers through his bangs, combing them in place, while she blinked a remaining tear away.

“I’m scared I will fail you somehow. I’m scared I won’t really fit in your life.”

He tightened his grip around her, trying to show her how much he wanted her by his side.

“You could never fail me. And you fit perfectly, right here in my arms.” He tightened his grip even more, coaxing her into belief. “I need nothing else. I want no one else.”

Andrea wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him for a hug. He held her back, nuzzling her neck, offering as much comfort and warmth as he could. His arms were her favorite place, she had said, and he wanted her to feel home whenever she was held by his embrace. She took a deep breath, allowing herself to relax deeper in his embrace.

“We should go. Before someone finds us and thinks we are tainting one of your father’s guest rooms.” She jested.

“This is my room.” Victor knitted his eyebrows.

“This is your childhood bedroom?” Andrea looked around, admiring the decoration. “Your father redecorated?”

“Not much.” He looked around, trying to figure out if anything had changed. “He may have changed the curtains and the comforter, but not much more.”

Andrea stood up from the king size bed, looking around more carefully.

“But…” She hesitated, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. “It’s empty.”

Remembering Andrea’s room in her mother’s house, Victor understood her confusion. Andrea’s room was full of posters and personal items, mementos of her childhood that her parents kept like a small shrine in honor of their daughter. Victor never spent that much time at his father’s home to leave a trace, always moving from one boarding school to another, and posters were something his father would frown upon. He bet that even if he left some items behind, they would be immediately returned to the owner.

“Were you expecting me to have my walls covered with childish pictures, like you have in your room back in Portugal? An immense ocean of clutter on my old dresser? Old toys?” He retorted, a bit more harshly than he meant. “Only you are capable of having such chaos in your life.”

“You’re probably right.” Her voice was weaker again, and Victor kicked himself internally for being so cold with her. “Let’s get going, it’s almost midnight.”

Andrea smiled and laughed while they popped the champagne, screaming Happy New Year with feigned enthusiasm. But Victor could see the pain in her eyes, making him hurt too. What was happening? What was he doing wrong? He recalled every minute of that night, and apart from what they had already discussed, he found nothing. He decided to call it a night, asking Andrea if she wanted to go home, getting from her a sigh of relief. Yes. They should have gone to Portugal.

They were stopped by his father on their way out, calling them to meet him in the study.

“Here are the names you must include in your guest list.” His father handed him a document about 5 pages long. “It totals over two hundred people. I am happy to financially provide for them to be all present.”

“We already discussed this.” Victor disliked his father's insistence to pay for anything regarding the wedding. Victor could evidently afford it all, and Gregory knew that. “You don’t need to pay for anything.”

“We have.” His father nodded. “And you have been very stubborn about it. But I hope you won’t deny me the honor of gifting your future spouse, will you?” He handed Andrea a red envelope. She opened it, looking at him suspiciously. After a moment, she froze, her complexion suddenly paled.

“It’s a check for a million euros.” She placed it on the desk decisively in front of the elder man. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this.”

“A million and one euros, actually.” His father slid the envelope towards Andrea again. “It’s a family tradition, one you can’t refuse. When I married my late wife, my father was supposed to give her a dowry, but unfortunately, he was too poor to present something of worth. I worked hard to save the money to give her what she deserved. Obviously, it was nothing near what I’m presenting you, but this time I can keep the tradition in the way a Lee would. A million and one euros, because you are one in a million. Not many women are worthy of my son’s time, let alone a lifetime.”

Victor tried to read Andrea’s expression, as she stared at that envelope, deciding what to do with it. His father continued.

“I know it must be hard to grasp it all, you probably have never seen a million euros in your whole life. But soon you’ll be a Lee, and these numbers will mean nothing to you. Consider this a preparation for the life that awaits you.”

Victor knew Andrea, he knew how much his father’s words would disgust her, how she would readily lash out. Andrea was not marrying him for his money, and it would actually be simpler to her if he was just an average man. She was uncomfortable with the thought that some had so many while others had so little. He braced for impact, as Andrea was sure to put his father in his place.

But she didn’t. She simply sighed and took the envelope half-heartedly.

“Thank you.” He heard her say. He was still recovering from his surprise when his father sent them away.

After the doors of the study closed, she handed Victor the envelope.

“Could you do something about it? Cash it, burn it, give it away to some worthy cause. Your father is right, I can’t possibly handle this much money.” She walked towards the door, disappearing into the mist.

They drove slowly and quietly, unable to see much more than a few meters ahead of them. Victor took the wheel, venturing into the night, yet the fog seemed to have seeped into the car, keeping them apart. Andrea was right beside him, but he felt she was lightyears away.

Later that night, as they laid down in their bed, she turned to the edge of the bed, sighing deeply, her back turned on him.

“Since when do you turn your back on me?” Victor asked softly, playfully even, as if he didn’t want to appreciate the gravity of that gesture just yet.

“Sorry.” She sighed again, turning to him, accepting his embrace. “I’m tired, that’s all.”

Victor held her sweetly, caressing her curls one last time before morning, kissing her forehead, accepting her lie.

He was no fool, he knew the fog was still between them, clouding their vision of each other. But it didn’t matter. He loved her. He would walk blindly, venture into the dark night alone, until he found her again.

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years

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Havoc’s Worship 6: Raison D'être

Masterlist

Havoc’s Worship Masterlist

Loki is chaos, chaos is havoc & havoc has found a treasure, a jewel, a new being to worship other than himself!

Pairing: Dragon!Loki Laufeyson X OFC Reader

Warnings: Hints of past torture, Mind games, Fluff, hints at miscarriage but no details

Summary: New truths are brought to light. Can the reader find it in her heart to start over or will Loki be left alone to deal with the havoc he caused in efforts to keep everyone safe?

A/N: Sorry this took so long to update! So, this is the final chapter! I took this in a completely different direction, hope you enjoy.

Words:+5,100

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The desperate crying echoing down the narrow way made her heart race and had her jerking harder against the dark elf guards leading her in chains. All her aches forgotten along with the recent throbbing headache and possible broken ribs at the desperation in her daughters cry.

The tent they were kept in on Svartalfheim did little to mask the tiny princess's cries when they came for the ulfhednar. Two guards had jerked her from the tiny cell in which she had assured to pass Ember to Jane to keep safe, their confines separated by bars far enough apart to allow Ember through. Drug before Malekith for what she wasn't sure other than to beat her around some more before they sent a message to Loki.

Jerking desperately to pull free and rush down the way, the woman spun facing the masked elves, their eyes staring her down. They chuckled as she jerked to the end of the chains, trying to tug them along in a rush to get to the cell. Before they reached said confines they jerked harshly to force her to the ground inches from the cage she had been kept in the past 2 days next to Jane.

Letting out a weak growl, she tussled with the two, clothing ripped and stained from the mistreatment of the past few days. The black earth of Svartalfheim sticking to new wounds as Jane yelled out to the guard to stop.

One banged a weapon on the bars of Jane's cage to shut her up, but that only made the tiny princess scream louder. A gloved hand wrapping in the collar of the ulfhednar's ruined tunic to choke while lifting the defiant creature to dead feet and flung into the cell.

“Quiet the welp or we will,” one snarled as the door slammed shut.

Hastily the disheveled queen scrambled to reach the bundle of dirty fur and cloth that kicked and screamed. Pulling the wailing bundle tight, she sunk to a corner with Jane who hurried to join her in her own cell. Deftly the mortal helped what she could through the bars to aid the weak warrior in getting the child fed and quieted.

“I’m sorry. When they left with you they took her from me,” Jane apologized, careful of fresh bruises littering the others collar bone. It appeared the mortal was sporting a bruised cheek for her efforts.

“It’s ok Jane. There isn’t much to control here,” she sighed looking down at the babe as she latched onto a nipple, instantly quieting to feed. Noting her daughter's red cheeks, stained with tears and this cursed black earth they all had come to hate.

“I know. But I have to tell you something,” Jane spoke gently, the warrior turning to look at the brunet. “I’m pregnant.”

That took more time than it should have to register to the queen. Chartreuse orbs searching over the mortals dirtied face, holding the princess tight. “Oh gods,” she finally sighed, reaching a free hand out to place it to Jane's head, resting her forehead on hers. “We will get out. Your baby is safe.”

Jane gave a weak smile, pulling away slightly as she began to fidget before producing clean cloth appearing to be from the lining of the mortals own dress. “Here, I salvaged some things, so Ember had a few more diapers.”

Nodding, the warrior graciously took the kind gesture. The babe and area quieting for the three to relax if only it was for a few unknown moments. Eyes heavy as she relaxed against the painful bars, but what else was there? The ulfhednar’s body ached from all of it, the beating, the recent birth and the weight of returned memories.

"Get some sleep," Jane's voice drifted through her ears as if in a fog, the quiet suckling of Ember beginning to fade out when the warriors eyes fluttered closed.

The queens worries dancing around with the latest development between she and Loki before all this.

It was the day she returned with Loki; Ember asleep in a bundle of furs in the nest as she slept. Carefully Frigga guided the warrior through dark memories Loki had placed. Each one unraveling to show a kind, gentle lover who done nothing but dote over his wife, his mate. It was intoxicating but angering as Frigga gently guided her through the literal chaos the god had created. The question on her lips though was-.

“Why,” slipping past dry lips, eyes still closed to watch and feel what the old monarch was showing her.

An excited version of herself stepping off of the plane the moment all this began. Loki was surrounded by his own guard as was she, but she strode happily towards him, the god gracing her with a cheerful smile, wings unfolded. A cheer went up from the crowd as he took her hand gently and knelt before her, Thor smirking like the idiot he was.

This wasn't their first meeting by no means as the memory slipped in the two of them had been meeting for several years. Possibly longer?

“He felt you were ruining yourself by deftly agreeing to wed without question. Regardless of fate,” the older monarchs voice spoke to her, the woman watching the beautifully haunting memory.

Thoughts crossing this was another way to break her, maybe this wasn't real. An excited Loki standing to lift her from the ground, arms wrapped around her knees to lift her over him. Like two idiots they smiled at each other, her hands wrapping his face to take a kiss, wings folding protectively around them.

This had a different feel, one stating this was an all too real memory hidden in darkness. She could literally taste the acrid seidr placed over the memory to hide it, this was heartbreaking. Would he rather her believe whatever dark things were placed over this instead of how he truly loved her?

“I wasn’t,” this wasn’t a dream any longer. The all-mother lifting the veil the god of mischief placed over her mind's eye.

“Loki still believes even after he was given the crown by Odin, even after all the blame was lifted off of his shoulders of Sigyn's death; he still thinks himself unworthy to possess you. More so now that you have given him Ember. Loki fears he will have to hide you away to keep you safe and felt these memories would help him do so.

He was wrong, had I known the real reason he told me he sent you back to Midgard I would have never allowed it. It made me wonder why he stole you in the night a few months ago, he finally admitted it, and when he returned to fetch you he found you were pregnant and had run in fear. I was afraid the illusion he placed when you were sent to the small village was too much. I found you, told him where to retrieve you,” the queen explained in the darkness, joyous memories of their wedding day, her own people present in the meadow that was supposedly a battleground.

“So, all the hell he supposedly put me through was an illusion?”

“Yes,” Frigga admitted halfheartedly.

“Then this explains when I was on Midgard, -before I had Ember-, I found no scorched earth where we battled, no rebuilding. This is why the Avengers are so kind to us, why Thor is so gentle with Jane, why she returns his love," her own thoughts echoed around as they viewed the memory of their wedding night, how gently he carried her into the chamber.

“You remember all Loki has done for you? How kind be truly was,” Frigga spoke, the haze clearing for them to return to the chamber, sitting in the nest with Ember resting quietly.

“Yes. But it makes me want to chew his ass for thinking he is less worthy than Thor or anyone else. It breaks my heart, I understand it, and he still has my heart, but I need to speak with him,” the warrior spoke up, a great weight lifted off of her shoulders as the dark memories where truly gone. There was still the acrid taste but thankfully she could recall none of the horrors, just good ones in their place.

Frigga gave her a knowing smile, hugging the tired younger monarch tight for a moment. It was no secret the older woman doted over her replacement, she loved her fighting spirit, possibly loved her more so than Sigyn. “Then I will let him know you need to see him when he finishes with the dark elves.”

Later that night, Ember resting once more after a feeding, the warrior was quick to corner Loki at the fireplace. The god fixing her with a worried glare at the fire in her eyes. It may be less than 24 hours since she gave birth, but the hybrid knew she could bring him to his knees, and he didn’t have the heart to stop her.

“Your mother showed me Loki,” she echoed hotly trying to keep quiet to not wake Ember. Slapping the hand away the god attempted to lace into loose locks. “No. That’s how you do it. But Frigga charmed me, so you can’t anymore.”

The god pursed his lips, long coat unfolding to large wings. The meeting with the dark elf leader, Malekith, went in no way as planned. The dark elf storming out when neither hybrid would bargain. He knew she had heard, seen the ache in her bones when stepping flush to him.

She felt his weariness at having to deal with the dark elf. Word came he had threatened the city, it’s people, her and the day-old princess for good measure as well. She knew his ache, reaching up to take his face in her hands, glad she couldn’t remember the nightmares he made her believe.

“Please quit assuming you are a monster and that I am ruining my life by loving you. We are twin flames,” she echoed lovingly, stroking over his cheeks with calloused thumbs and tears rimming her eyes.

“You fell into me so blindly when we first met, I just-. You left your people without looking back. You-. Norns my treasure,” he echoed laying his forehead to hers before his knees buckled and he fell before her.

Tenderly he placed his head to soft belly, he knew she was sore, tired and now having to deal with this. This creature before him, this ulfhednar, his promised, mate, mother to his child birthed a little over 24 hours ago.

“Can you forgive me treasure,” he echoed against soft belly, feeling her lean and lace fingers into his hair, wings folding around her.

“Maybe-,” she hesitated, feeling him tense, leather clad arms wrapping around lightly covered legs. “We should start over.”

“We can,” he breathed, hopeful she wasn’t about to push him away. Though he gave her every right to do so. He could have ruined them both, stupid pride and self-loathing.

She should hate him, should scream and kick him away. It was a dirty way to have done them, though, truth be told, Loki was just as messed up as she. Like she was one to know of love. Her parents were arranged, no love between them, they were married just to produce her, an heir to a throne.

“Loki,” she breathed, soothing over the gods head and shoulders. “We both know nothing of what we are meant to be. My parents never showed any sort of affection, they were all business. And what happened during your lifetime was a travesty. I will gladly try once more; what about you?”

Slowly Loki got to his feet, reaching down to her thighs to place them around his waist. It was in no way sexual; it was to comfort as he placed an arm under her buttocks and the other around the nape of her neck.

Gingerly the hybrid stroked over the soft flesh, “I was worried the last illusion had broken you when you weren’t at the settlement on Midgard. You were to have stayed at the shore, but you fled to the island. I thought I lost you, forgive me, I didn’t realize you were carrying until my last visit to find you gone. I’m sorry my treasure.” Gingerly he tugged her to him, nuzzling at her nose, kissing her lips tenderly.

“Our first night together was so beautiful Loki. How could you bury it,” she whispered over his lips when the kiss broke for a moment.

“I was foolish. I may have been called a monster my entire life, but it gave me no right,” he breathed, surprised when her lips pressed to his, arms wrapping around his shoulders while wings wrapped around her back to pull tight.

“Take me to bed, I’m tired,” she echoed, Loki nodding in agreement. The god starting to the nest, the little bundle nestled in the furs and linens squeaking as he got his mate settled next to her.

Slowly Loki laid at her back, a wing protectively draping over the queen and princess. Loki tenderly moved his mates loose hair to nuzzle at the nape of soft neck. “Rest mate, I will tend to her when she wakes,” his voice rasped as she leaned back into him to shut her eyes.

A harsh jab to her ribs had her clinging to the quiet bundle in her arms. Jane hurriedly assuring she was covered as the guard entered. It still appeared as if it was night and hadn’t napped long.

“Up,” the guard snarled from behind his mask, mind still hazed in sleep as a hand wrapped in the shackle chain to jerk her up drunkenly and still holding the infant.

“What did he say,” Jane asked getting up as well, a guard coming to her own cell to retrieve the mortal.

The warrior forgotten Jane didn’t possess all speak. “They want us up,” she spoke, the guards tugging them both out and down narrow walk to the entrance.

Jane called out to her when they threw the ulfhednar out of the tent like structure to the black dirt. Protectively the warrior curled around the infant to keep her from being slung to the ground. Landing hard on her shoulder to cushion the fall with Jane falling over her to stop anyone from hitting the two.

“As you can see, they are alive,” Malekith spoke to someone making the women look up to spot several Avengers. There was no way the leader would allow Loki or Thor close unless it was to get what he wanted.

“You’ve beat them,” Steve spat in disgust, one of the others starting forward, it looked to be Sam, but the captain stopped him.

“Just the one; she is a handful,” Malekith spoke with a laugh, a move of his hand and the guards were grabbing them up once more to haul back to their cages.

Led back to their holding cells, the two guards toyed with them, mocking the women and using their strength to shove them around since it sounded as if the group had left. This was their chance. If she remembers right there was a way off Svartalfheim.

Faining hurt, the ulfhednar fell to the dirt, cradling Ember tight the princess squeaking out. It was an excellent distraction, no one ever said a dark elf was intelligent. Creating a diversion for the two women to break free, Ember safely strapped to her mother as she wrapped the chains around the ones neck as Jane done the other. Managing to free themselves before running out the back of the tent and across the open ground.

Thankfully they had set up camp several yards from the craggy cliffs. Spotting the cavern, she sensed held a portal, the women ran blindly into the darkness to emerge in freezing cold. Nowhere to go but forward, hurrying to seek shelter while it appeared they didn't go unnoticed, large ice dragons descending on the elves that were stupid enough to follow.

Not looking back they continued until a large ice dragon dropped before them. Hastily she placed Ember in Jane's hands. A fire flashed in her eyes, calling seidr to muster enough strength to fight. The three of them coated in a spray of ice and blue blood as the warrior downed the dragon. Several more landing only to pause as she stood, donning a wolfish look and dazzling tattoos.

They stopped, shifting to giants with great leather wings and kneeled to her. That wasn’t expected, turning to look at Jane and Ember before darkness crept in, collapsing in a heap of tattered flesh.

A gentle calling of her name had her waking to look up at a leather draped ceiling. A quiet coo getting her attention to someone next to her. Looking over to find Jane, clean, covered in dark furs, and a tiny bundle strapped to her front with leather and fur.

“Thank god,” Jane breathed moving to help her set up against more furs and cloth rolled like pillows. A quick look around revealed they were actually under a massive wing. One that moved slightly so the bearer could look at the two.

It appeared to be a very tall, gruff looking frost giant with once curled horns, but one was broken and the other wrapped in straps of leather. With a grunt the giant got up and left the room. One that was large but at least had a fireplace with true fire radiating heat not far from them.

Moving to place more furs around the warrior, Jane finally un-tied the small infant to place in her mother's arms. “They brought milk for Ember. I’m not sure from where but she took it each time. They told me it came from another. I'm sorry, I hope I did right, she was crying so much, she was hungry and I didn't know what else to do," Jane worried as the warrior waived the brunet off, tugging the fur from around Ember's small and dipping to scent the sleeping babes lips.

"It's ok Jane, you did the right thing. It smells like what Loki and Frigga-," she paused, swallowing hard. Gods, Frigga, meeting Jane's gaze, tears burned in her eyes and a lump threatened to choke her. Cuddling the sleeping infant close, feeling the little ones full belly through the furs, they should take comfort they hadn't lost more.

"You've been out for several days," Jane spoke up, changing the subject neither women wanted brought up at the moment. "The ones that brought us here said they couldn't risk taking us through Jotunheim."

"Who are they," the warrior asked, letting the brunet help her settle. "Gods I should have known when you told me you came willing with Thor something was up." It was obvious from the queens tone she was trying to take her mind off of the pain shooting across her features before relaxing on the pillows. Dawning on the ulfhednar these were expensive furs, clean, nothing a commoner would possess.

"The guards, the healer, none of them would tell me who they answer to," Jane admitted, settling close so they could share body heat.

"How do you feel," the warrior spoke up, hinting to the discovery from a few days ago.

"Fine, I feel nauseous sometimes but nothing that doesn't ease."

"Good," she smiled, the two women settling in tight, or that was until the door opened to reveal a dragon winged giant decked out in gold adornment flanked by several guards.

"You slaughtered my best guard. I take it you must be Loki's queen; are you not? The Queen of the ulfhednar and Asgard," the one in gold asserted to the warrior holding to the small bundle, it appeared as though he was being gruff, but was sure to keep it quite due to the sleeping child.

"Yes, what of it," she breathed, trying to sound gruff herself, shifting to place Ember in Jane's arms as she forced herself to sore feet.

Jane calling out to her to stop, but she didn't listen as she stepped through the nest to the giant, a fur wrapped around her shoulders, bare feet padding across the cold stone to pause before him.

"Should have known my brother would be tethered to a brave creature such as yourself," he snarled, taking a knee to look her over more closely.

Brother? That meant he was either Helblendi or Blyster. Wearily she looked up to the massive hybrid wondering why of all in the 9 realms the Jotunar and Aesir had to be descended from dragons. Keeping calm as he smirked, flexing out massive pale blue leather wings as if to show power, but she was descended from wolves and dragon slayers. Keeping head high, she eyed the giant who seemed amused by her stubbornness to not back down.

"Fearless creature," his voice rumbled as he reached out to touch the exposed tattoo on her arm, running a calloused finger over it. Defiantly she held his gaze, knowing he was trying to provoke her.

"Loki will not like it when he finds out his brother tried to intimidate his queen," she was quick to point out as he pulled away.

The giant let out dark chuckle, she knew this could go one of two ways and wasn't sure which at the moment. Right now, it looked bleak, what of Ember? Her guts twisted at the thoughts of keeping the small infant protected, she didn't ask for any of this, and what of returning to Loki for the two of them to attempt to make it right?

"Defiant ulfhednar. It may keep you alive so you can return to Asgard. I want no war with the throne, our people have suffered enough at the hands of Odin; no need to repeat the same with Loki or Thor. But I'm afraid there is no way to get word to anyone at the moment. The dark elves are scouring the realm and have blocked the entrance into their own. There is another but it will take time for my messenger to reach. I sent him several days ago, but he must pass through wilderness and Utgard itself," he spoke quietly.

The giant noted the woman visibly let out a breath. "Until now you three remain here, in my chamber. You will be safe here, but I can't say much else for the outside of my encampment due to the dark elves. You, the princess and the blood dragons mate are under my protection. I will be sure the healer visits to assure you both are in good health; I don't need you three dying under my watch. I can only imagine the Hel it will bring on my head."

Giving a nod she understood, the warrior took a step back when he stood. The giant even going as far as to usher her back to the nest and assure she didn't fall. Gingerly she settled next to Jane who placed the infant in her arms and made sure they were covered well.

"I will send for your meal and better clothing," Blyster grunted out before leaving with his guard in tow.

It had been 3 months since a messenger had been sent, well now she had been told 4 had been sent with no word of what happened to the others. The movement of Jane to her left made the warrior wake, the two women having taken to keeping Ember between them when they rested. She watched as Jane sat up as if in pain, noting the look on her face, knowing what it was.

"Jane, lay back," she ordered quietly, getting to her feet to move the mortal around as she grabbed at her lower belly, holding tight to it.

"It hurts," Jane spoke, taking the warriors hand to hold.

"Let me call the healer, I have no herbs, nothing to work with," she spoke the brunet nodding and allowing her to the door, calling to the guard to fetch the healer.

In moments an elderly frost giant female ambled in, -the one ensuring they stayed healthy-, going to Jane with the warrior falling to the mortals head to keep her calm. Pushing the furs away they seen the faint stain of blood, there was nothing to be done but to soothe the panicking mortal. The healer and ulfhednar working together seamlessly to take care of the lost child.

"I'm sorry Jane," the warrior cooed as the giantess grunted when laying her hand over the brunets lower abdomen.

"Hand," the gruff creature snarled to the warrior who allowed it to the giantess, their kind had no bedside manner.

Placing her smaller hand where the others was, she felt thrumming, very strong one and a flutter. Looking back up to Jane, the moment the giant uttered, "there is another. This one wasn't strong enough, but the one in your womb will survive."

The two looking at the giantess as she gathered the soiled things to leave out of the room. The brunette gripped tightly to the warrior, sobbing her heart out.

"Then, I'm still-," Jane began, preparing to say pregnant but she couldn't at the moment.

"They must have been twins. It's not uncommon, I know that gives you little comfort but-," the warrior began as the mortal grabbed her to hug tight.

"Then we will celebrate the one I carry. Try not to dwell on the other. We have lost too much to not find joy in what we still have," Jane breathed, the warrior knew it was the scientist speaking but she sought comfort in it as well.

Quietly they heard Ember shuffle, a quiet coo and she was looking around in the dim room. The little girl smiling when she spotted the two women.

"Would you like to hold her? Feed her," the child's mother spoke, moving to lift the growing 4-month-old from the furs.

Jane opened her arms as she was handed the child and the ulfhednar helped to prop the mortal on pillows. Quietly she padded to the storage by the fire, it housed many things for the three of them as well as milk. It had been placed there should she be unable to feed Ember, which thankfully she could still do but was glad to allow another to share in the responsibly.

As she handed the milk to Jane the door to the room slung open and made the women pause. Blyster stormed in, looking at the two worriedly, the healer must have told.

"How is she," the giant spoke hinting to Jane who placed the bottle to Embers lips, the babe not hesitating to latch on.

"She is fine," the warrior spoke, moving protectively next to them.

"Good. Word has reached that Malekith was defeated. The portal I sent my messengers to, was heavily guarded but the last was able to make it. I'm not sure when they will be here," he admitted, the two women visibly relaxing.

Several days later, late in the night, there was a knock on the door, Blyster having taken to laying on the opposite side of the nest to assure the three were kept safe. The pale blue hybrid going as far as to drape a wing over them. Keeping the wing in place he called out to the one who knocked.

"They are here for the women," the one on the other side spoke up. They could hear someone on the other side, and they sounded a lot like-.

"Loki," the queen breathed, the giant getting to his feet to hurry from the nest leaving the women nested close to one another.

In a rush of leather clad wings, Loki burst in ahead of the others, Thor and Blyster not far behind with the door slamming shut. The ulfhednar scooped Ember up to rush to the god who gladly took them into his arms. Thor hurrying worriedly to Jane, the warrior looking back as Loki nuzzled at her neck. She was sure Thor was easy with Jane, the crimson winged hybrid scooping his mate up easily.

“Thank the Norns treasure,” Loki spoke, nuzzling hard under her ear before kissing over Ember's head.

Finally, she turned back to Loki, the god quick to seize her lips. A cool hand going to the nape of her neck while her own wrapped around his face, ebony wings draping tight around them.

Oh, how she loved this part of him. Slowly ebony wings moved to look to Thor who nodded he had Jane.

“Ready to go home pet,” he whispered, nuzzling at the two females in his arms.

“Yes,” she smiled, Ember letting out a squeak herself, but only because they had woken her.

Loki turned to Blyster, eyeing his giant brother close, “we are even then?”

“Aye,” Loki spoke cautiously holding tight to his mate.

“Then, by all means,” Blyster spoke, stepping to the side to allow the five to leave.

Upon arrival a healer was called to check the three, their mates worriedly waiting to assure the women and babies were healthy. A celebration called after the healer checked the women over. It was found out that Jane still carried twins.

There was a feast called to honor the two women, to celebrate the children and the late queen. Little Ember held tight in her father's arms who refused to allow anyone to take the bundle from him, save for his mate who sat in the same chair as he.

The entire evening Loki wouldn’t allow them from his side. Thankfully that worked in the ulfhednar's favor when Ember had taken all she could of the festivities and became cranky. The hybrid directing his mate and child down the quiet corridor to their brightly decorated room but thankful it was lit dimly.

Getting the infant settled, Loki placed a protection over the child to keep her safe while stealing away with her mother to the baths. In seconds Loki tugged his mates legs around his waist, taking their clothes as he stepped into the warm water.

Lovingly he nipped at her jaw, making her shiver in his arms. This was how he treated her from the beginning, never had he tortured her as she was led to believe. Loki was no monster.

“You are far from any monster I have met thus far Loki,” she breathed over his lips as he let her to her feet.

“I-,” Loki began to protest but he stopped, her hands lacing into his hair the water licking at her hips.

“Please, focus on us now. Not the past, not the Hel inflicted on you. Us Loki. It’s Ember, you and myself. We were told what you done to find us, that you turned over the cask for us. That is not the actions of a monster but a loving mate and father,” she echoed, tears rimming her eyes.

“Aye treasure,” he smiled, bowing to take her lips tenderly and holding her bare torso flush to his own.

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limpblotter · 6 years

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Do some lucretia since it's lucretia week! I think the prompt for today is love/loss

A loneliness no one should have ever felt.

Lucretia woke up alone. Her body ached from impact, aroundher remnants of the starblaster shattered and on fire. Large hunks of metaldeeply embedded into the ground. Beside her she felt the cool and somewhatalarming grasp of a slimy tendril. Fisher laying side her, this bulbous cappedmembrane breathing slow as the fumes and smoke began to creep over them.

There was still a ringing in her ear. There was a pain atthe back of her head and everywhere else on her but she was in fact alive.Since death would have never felt this uncomfortable. First the shock, thenwaves of panic when she saw no one, “Magnus?” She looked over at Fisher whodidn’t seem to motion towards his best friend. “Merle? Davenport? Barry? Taako?”She began to get to her knees, “Lup!?” She called out and no answer. “Anyone!?”

Lucretia stumbled to her feet, and began to look through thewreckage, each time her heart would stop. She wanted to find them but then apart of her…didn’t want to find them because the truth was haunting. The truthwas in front of her. But not even her worse nightmares were met here, she foundnot a soul not a body, nothing. They were simply gone. Among the wreck she foundthe engine core to the Starblaster, the circular disc with orbital like rings,the bond engine but its brilliant light was gone. It was nothing but an empty,almost hollow, sphere.

“Come on…” she whispered stroking the orb, if her friendswere near the bonds would work. They would kick in and sense them. She rubbedtirelessly, smudging some blood from her scrapped hands over the cool, glassysurface. She did this methodically until she felt something tug on her robesagain. “Not now fisher.” Lucretia hissed.

Another hard tug.

“Fisher I said—“ she paused realizing there was a spotlightshining down on the spot where she had been laying last. A small pool anddroplets of blood was all that was left there. Lucretia would never callherself a natural fighter or explorer like her friends. But something innate inher warned her that whatever that was, wasn’t coming to rescue them. She wasfroze in terror, holding the bond engine to herself as Fisher began to drag heroff.

Like rodents they scurried through small spaces of thewreck, passing the remains of the living room, the kitchen, the study…all areasof this ship that Lucretia had lovingly called home. Each embedded withirreplaceable moments with her friends…her family. After falling to her kneesseveral times and Fisher’s constant guidance, they made it to a chasm just afew miles from the wreck.

Night fell upon them and at times the light from above wouldshine through the fissure but with no avail could spot Lucretia or Fisher.Fisher was great at hiding while Lucretia? She simply curled herself up into aball around the bond engine, making her nearly impossible to spot in theshadows.

A shock of it all was coming down to hysteria. They weregone. All of them, Barry, Taako, Merle, Davenport, Magnus…Lup, her friends, herfamily, the people who protected her, who loved her, who dined with her and watchedtheir worlds fall apart. All of her loved ones, the only ones she had known forall these years they had been skipping through realities and planes. Obliteratedin one go. In one instant they were ripped from her.

The sobs didn’t stop, they were a tsunami crashing throughher chest, her lungs burning as she cried. Not even Fisher could pull her outof this misery.

Lucretia felt two days pass and she did not remove herselffrom her fetal position. Her eyes stung even to close, her lashes nearly gluedtogether from tears. At this point she heard some clanging, she looked over hershoulder lazily and saw Fisher was dragging another piece of debris from theStarblaster. Silently escaping the chasm of safety they had to retrieve pieces.“What are you doing, Fisher?” Lucretia croaked through a voice they felt andsounded as harsh as sandpaper.

Fisher didn’t respond, not really like they could but still.

“You can’t rebuild it and even if you managed to buildanything, its not like it makes a difference, its not like we can fly offwithout…” Lucretia felt Fisher’s plan dawn over her mind. “If we fly right whenthe hunger comes we can jump planes…and everyone should…everyone WILL resetagain.” Lucretia began to crawl over the jagged rocks around them. “We couldsave them and…” Fisher seemed to hum a tune, they lit up once Lucretia understoodtheir intention but felt silent when her face fell with despair.

“We’re not smart enough to build a ship…it would take usmore than a year just to retrieve enoughparts…we don’t even know where to start and even if we did what are the chancesit will actually fly?” Lucretia felt the crushing blow of hopelessness washover her. It was like she had lost them all over again. “If Magnus was here, hecould lift the pieces up in a day. If Merle was here he could heal us and buyus more time.” Lucretia motioned to her already worn state. “if Barry, LuporTaako were here they could plan something, steal something, anything thatwouldn’t require us to work for a year straight. And Davenport? He could buildthe starblaster from memory, what can WE Do fisher? I’m just the note taker andyou’re a…a sentient jellyfish.”

In other words, they were doomed.

Fisher stopped dragging the metal piece of a moment, thencontinued anyway. The scraping sound flicked an angry switch in Lucretia. “Sowhat you’re going to try anyway? Even if you know we’re going to fail, you’regoing to try because…” Fisher didn’t look at Lucretia as her angry subsided assoon as it arrived. “you love them.”

“Because if it were them they’d never quit, they’d ever stopeven if failure was all they knew because they didn’t believe in a set outcome…”Lucretia could feel the eyes of her friends looking at her, expectantly whereever they maybe. “Ok…” She got up and rubbed her hands together. “Ok…” Shesmiled through pained tears. She walked over with the bond engine one arm andher hand extended to Fisher. “Let’s save them.”

Loss made Lucretia act.

Love made Lucretia succeed.

#limpypreguntas #the adventure zone #taz #lucretia #lucretia week #prompts #taz prompts #drabble #love and loss #angst #hi anon #sorry this isn't like #great #lol #taz balance

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takanos-love-butt · 6 years

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We’ve Waited Long Enough Pt. 2

A/N: Okay. This comes after me SURVIVING a freaking hurricane and finding out that her house was completely destroyed. She’s had to rebuild in a new town with new people, new streets, new shops....you get the idea. Not only that...but we lost so much that we...just can’t get back. Hardest thing for me to let go of: A dress that my gma gave me before she died 15 years ago. Okay before I get emotional, why don’t we read this? See if you can spot the hidden Hidoku Shinaide reference!!

Read Part 1 here!!

“RICCHAN!” Kisa shook a thoroughly spaced out Ritsu. “Wake up man, you’re desk phone’s ringing!!”

“Ah!” Was all the rookie manga editor could say before having to pick up the phone and giving his usual business greeting.

Kisa shook his head. “We’re not even hitting the heavy parts of the cycle yet, but you have trouble keeping awake?” Of course Onodera didn’t answer him as he was on the phone, but everyone was getting just a little irked that he seemed to be spacing out all month. Sure it was okay to be a LITTLE dreamy when the cycle started...but dozing off in the middle before it’s considered fainting from exhaustion?

“I’m really sorry…” Ritsu apologized to the rest of the team once he got off the phone. He rubbed his face trying to shake the fatigue off.

“You’ve been like that all month. C’mon! You’ve almost made it to a year with us! Don’t let yourself get fired for negligence now!” Mino replied with his trademark smile.

“Takano-san has actually been going really easy on you. If I were dozing off that much he’d already be on my ass,” Kisa remarked.

“I know, I know...I get it, I get it. I’m going to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. Maybe that will help…” he said getting up.

“I wonder what’s been going on with him?” Meiri spoke up after Onodera was out of earshot. “I hope he’s taking care of himself…”

“He’s never really been this out of it. Well for this long anyway,” Hatori said. “Makes me wonder how he’ll be doing once the going gets rough next week. Takano-san’s getting rather worried too. But he’s been too busy to pester him about it,”

/(^x^)\

Ritsu in the meantime, splashed the cool water on his face from the sink in the men’s room. It really WASN’T that he needed sleep. The dreams he’s been having are taking a toll on him. And that’s putting it lightly. The dream about that lovely Christmas Eve morning as the clock struck midnight would replay day after day. A dream so pleasant, it hurt.

Then... he’d have another recurring dream where he was making love with Takano near that same Christmas tree on a futon. He’d cum so hard that some would land on one of the tree ornaments right above his head. Then he and Takano would be laughing and joking about it. Ritsu would be enjoying seeing Takano’s happy laughing face. Every time he recalled this his heart would melt. Making Takano laugh and playfully teasing him as much as he did.

The dream he had just the previous night however, could top them all. He couldn’t really remember what was happening as parts of this dream were fuzzy, but he and Takano were having a sweet moment with each other. They’ve both worked very hard and finally were able to leave work at the front door. Ritsu would caress Takano’s cheek as he gazed at him lovingly. It was then he saw a shiny object on his hand; a beautiful rose gold ring etched with cherry blossom designs. And he distinctly remembers Takano kissing that ring. Almost like it was a ritual he did as a way of saying ‘Remember that I love you and always will’. Indulging in a small bit of kissing afterwards. If they came home together, they would do this before they started dinner, started the bath, household chores, etc. Every little bit of love they could manage counted in their busy lives. Was this what is called ‘Lovey-Dovey’?

Could it be that I actually CRAVE this kind of life? Not only that but he couldn’t imagine this kind of life with anyone else except for Takano Masamune. His resistance was starting to wear very thin at this point as these dreams and thoughts of his were drilling it further into his mind. His heart and body are on the verge of going against his rational thought process. Now it’s just a few days to a year he’s been with him. Desire and longing were becoming exceedingly overwhelming.

If that wasn't enough, he even started getting really REALLY nervous and jumpy around Takano. Especially at work. He no longer responded to his jabs at teasing him or insults. Instead he responded with a simple ‘Sorry, I promise I’ll do better,’ and that was that. Ritsu was very reminiscent of his old high school self.

Ritsu never even rejected Takano’s demands to have that one full meal for the day. Sometimes even sharing two meals a day. When the thoughts and dreams would haunt him through the month, he’d be caught daydreaming and gazing into space during work. More proof that it was becoming very unbearable. Especially when he would catch himself just staring at the editor-in-chief of the Emerald department. Of course looking away and dipping his nose back into his work when Takano turned his direction.

Without using the toilet, he left the restroom and went to the break room to get a quick coffee from the pot. “Ugh…” Ritsu grunted as he put more coffee into his already ailing stomach. He wasn’t even sure this was healthy for him. What's happening to me? I feel like I'm going crazy… I've got to snap out of this before...

“Oh there you are,” a hauntingly familiar voice made Ritsu jump. “Finally have you alone. I need to talk to you…”

“Eh?” Ritsu turned toward Takano with his heart pounding in his ears. Was he going to scold him? He deserved it after all… He’d been spacing out so much that all his colleagues were complaining about it. Damn it all...

“Listen, you’ve been acting strange all month so far. Care to tell me about it?” Takano gave a soft face. An expression that said he was more concerned than wanting to scold him. “You’ve been doing so well, but now, you're barely getting your assignments in on time and just...acting really weird. Did something happen with your family?” Takano knew at this point that Ritsu’s family is hard pressed on getting him to take over the company, especially trying to get him to get married and bear children in the Onodera name. So he figured that they were gauging him again; not really knowing the true reason Ritsu was evasive and out of it.

“Eh? Oh..oh no, nothing’s going on. My mother really hasn’t been bugging me so much anymore…” he answered honestly. Though he had yet to tell Takano that his father really didn’t anticipate Ritsu to take over Onodera publishing if he really didn’t want to. So he understood why Takano would be asking.

“Then...what’s got you so out of sorts? I can definitely tell something is bothering you,” Takano drew closer to him. “You’re suffering...please tell me what I can do to help you…” he tucked one of Ritsu’s mousey brown locks behind his ear.

Ritsu twitched seeing the one who haunted his dreams come even closer. Even worse, this person was expressing genuine concern and love for him. Please...please stop being so kind… Ritsu’s eyes started to fill with tears. I’m losing control…control of my...rational mind...

“Please. Let me help you. What’s wrong? I’m here to listen.” Takano pressed when Ritsu only seemed to get more troubled. He then gave another soft smile. “Do you remember what you told me ten, almost eleven, years ago when I was having trouble of my own while we were in high school? You told me talking about it would help me get some of those ugly feelings out. You still believe that right?”

Ritsu’s eyes then overflowed. A sudden flash of the memory Takano spoke of rushed him. He remembered he loved his senpai so much that he was willing to do anything for him. Even if he was only able to just listen. “Why...why do you remember that shit?” he started to sob in frustration of his mixed emotions. He tried to turn his face away so Takano didn’t catch sight of the face he only shows to him.

But it didn’t work. When Takano saw this face again and he only melted in place. “Because I love you, Ritsu...And I want to return that favor ten fold,” he purred, tears filling his own eyes. Seeing his love like this was ripping his own heart apart. “You’re in pain, please...please tell me what I can do? I...I don’t like seeing you like this...it hurts me too,” he caressed his cheek wiping off his tears. Takano remembered he never apologized for blowing up at him in the library all those years ago. It only strengthened his want to help his troubled Ritsu.

I…I can’t hold back anymore…FUCK THIS...I NEED HIM… With that, Ritsu went to his tiptoes, launched his arms around Takano’s neck, and brought him down to his level for a deep passionate kiss.

“Oi-Mmph….mmm!” Takano went wide eyed. Not only were they in an area where anyone could just waltz in and catch them, but Ritsu was freakin’ kissing him on his own!! “Ritsu..mmm...we shouldn’t...mmph...not here-! Mmmmm…” Ah fuck it! Since when was Takano EVER conscious about where they were when he kissed him? Perhaps it was the shock of actually being kissed and not doing the kissing himself… With that, he just gave into his little bean’s advances and embraced to hold him closer; making their kiss even deeper. Ritsu even managed to push against him to the counter to the side of them to gain dominance and press even more against him.

Ah...he’s...grinding against me…he’s getting hard, too... Takano moved one of his arms down against Ritsu’s waist; absolutely loving the feeling of Onodera’s cock growing and subconsciously rubbing against his own hips. “Mmm Ritsu...so THIS is what you needed? Well let’s make sure you’re fully recharged…” Takano said going in again after a quick breath. Haven’t got enough myself…

Ritsu moaned and scratched gently on the back of Takano’s head. The rest of the world was dead to him right now. His rational mind was going ‘What the HELL are you doing?! We’re at work and this is Takano-san you just jumped!’.

However...his heart and body muted his rational mind’s screaming, Nnnn...he tastes like fresh coffee. Was it a chocolate mocha latte? I...missed his scent too…and the way he holds me like he doesn't want to let go. Oh Takano-san...ah… he thought as he lavished Takano’s tongue and fought him for dominance in their mouths. He could feel the rush go all the way down to that special place Takano loved to suck on. His nipples also ached for touch and he began to wish that Takano’s fingers would just dip in his pants to play with his back door.

“Oi…” a deep familiar voice sounded. Ritsu immediately jumped back and out of Takano’s arms hearing a third person catch him in this act. Which ultimately made him a shaking shivering mess.

Takano groaned at the sudden loss of Ritsu’s lips and aroused body against him. “Dammit Yokozawa, I was feeling good…”

“Well can you two please ‘feel good’ somewhere else? You’re in front of the coffee maker…” Yokozawa said nonchalantly. I need my coffee man...

“Oh...sorry about that…” Takano said moving to the side.

“Ah...umm…” Ritsu tried to form words while looking like a boiled octopus. “I..I’m just gonna go back to work now, sir!” he then took off full speed out of the break room leaving behind Takano and Yokozawa. It immediately reminded the editor-in-chief of the time he first tried to hold Ritsu’s hand back in high school. Ah...he’s so cute...

“He sure is jumpy isn’t he?” Yokozawa remarked getting his much needed caffeine beverage. “It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. Though...you’re lucky it was me that caught you two and not a gossip hen or a superior,”

“He’s actually gotten a lot more bold. That’s the first time he’s ever done that to me,” Takano replied. “Say, what're you doing up here anyway? You've got a break room on your floor right?”

“What's it matter where I get my coffee from?” Yokozawa actually fiddled with the sugar and cream packets as he spoke.

Takano then smirked upon a certain realization. “Oh I see. You're up here to see your boyfriend,”

Yokozawa almost spat his first sip of coffee. He'd yet to tell Takano about his relationship with Kirishima so this remark caught him totally off guard. “H..how..”

“Idiot. How long have I known you? Anyone with eyes can tell that you spend less time on my side of the editing floor and more with Japun’s department. Not only that, but every time he sees us talking he comes over and wants to know what we're talking about. Kirishima-san didn’t strike me as the jealous type, but he obviously doesn’t like me getting all that close to you without his supervision,” Takano scoffed.

“Ah...yeah...he can’t ever be non-conspicuous about...us,” Yokozawa could feel the heat rise to his face. “Guess...the secret’s out, huh?” He knew he had a big blush on his face. It was no use trying to hide it from his best friend anymore.

“Yup. At least to me anyway, but...well, I’m actually happy for you. I know I had to...be rather cruel to you. But seeing you with him makes me feel a hell of a lot better about the whole thing,” Takano smiled for the third time that day. “You finally managed to move on. I really couldn’t be happier for you…”

Yokozawa allowed a soft expression on his face as well. “Well...I’m really happy for you, too. Onodera really seems to love you, especially with the way he clung to you like that,” he wanted to tell him that Ritsu told him that he loved Takano a good while back. Though since it’s not really his place to do so he held back from spilling any unnecessary information.

“Yeah. He’s starting to open up more. I know he loves me. He drops so many hints it’s getting really unbearable trying to find the patience. But...there is something I see in him, like he’s being really hesitant about something…”

“I think I might know what that feeling is,” Yokozawa sat back against the counter. “It’s the feeling of uncertainty. He wants to love you, but he’s scared something will happen or that same thing that happened to split you guys up all those years ago will repeat itself. He’s afraid to hurt you again or be hurt himself. I do see he really does care for you. He’s just taking cautious steps. So be gentle with him…” he sipped on his coffee cup. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’s had these exact same feelings with Kirishima and their relationship. Will we go on like this forever? Can I handle a time when we break up if we must? The mama bear actually sympathised with Ritsu on these points as he’s going through the very same himself.

Takano’s eyes went a little wide at his statement. “Wow. I didn’t think I’d hear that from you…”

“Masamune,” Yokozawa began again. “Relationships like ours aren’t readily accepted, you know. The forbidden love between two guys. I’m not just talking homophobes, but also parents that want grandchildren or that want to pass on family legacies. I’m sure with Onodera being an heir to that company, his parents aren’t going to like your relationship too much. And I’m willing to bet that’s probably something that’s weighing heavily on him right now,”

“Yeah. I remember Isaka-san saying something like that, too. So I’ve been trying to keep my distance this month so he can figure out what he wants to do,” Takano answered. “But I do know I don’t want to let go of him. Not now. Not ever…”

“I wish I had your enthusiasm. See, I’ve even gotten acquainted with Kirishima-san’s loving parents and his little girl loves me to death, but I still suffer times when I just feel...out of place, you know? I feel rather ugly trying to take the place his late wife used to sit,”

Takano gave him another one of his rare smiles again. “Hey I understand, though I don’t have a real family so it shouldn’t matter to me. But I do sympathize with you. Being gay in this world is just...hard,” they both felt that heavy weight as soon as the words left his mouth. “But...I’m not giving up. I don’t care what this crappy world thinks of me or us being together. That’s something you should do too. I mean. You say you don’t have that enthusiasm, but you loved me enough to try to come between me and Ritsu. You didn’t care at the time what might happen for us in the future, you just dove right in. So...do the same thing for Kirishima-san. No he didn’t strike me as jealous, but the way he treats you in public says it all. He doesn’t care who finds out. He doesn’t care what people will have to say about him. And I get the feeling he really wants to show his boyfriend off to the world proudly. I guess you can say, I really share that same attitude. I wanna be that way with Ritsu too someday,”

Yokozawa felt his heartstrings tug so tight. His emotions wanted to pour out of his eyes just then, but he held it back. “You know...you’re absolutely right. He deserves that very same love and discretion I gave you. Thank you, I think I’m a little more confident now,”

“Hey, what are best friends for?” they locked hands before giving each other a nice brotherly hug.

“Thank you,” Yokozawa said again. He really did feel he could take the next step with Kirishima after hearing this.

“No problem,”

“D’aww what a tender moment!” Kirishima finally popped his head in. “Ah! Don’t worry, I caught all of what Takano-san just said. And he’s right, you know!”

Yokozawa jumped hearing his love’s voice. “Dammit! You really need to stop spying on me!”

“Aw then I’d miss tender moments like this between friends!” Kirishima paid no mind to his Mama Bear’s embarrassed ranting and came up to catch him in an embrace from behind. “Thank you, Takano-san for your approval of our relationship! Don’t worry, I promise this wild bear is in good hands,”

“Oi!” Yokozawa tried to wriggle out of his embrace but it only made Kirishima’s grip tighter.

Takano only chuckled. He really was happy to see that his best friend’s heart was so lovingly taken care of after he had to shoot it down all those months ago. “I can see that! I really am happy for you two. Especially since my best friend found someone who’s much better at taking care of him than I am,”

“Say, what do you say we go on a double date with you and Onodera-san sometime? We need a little camaraderie in this harsh world you and Takafumi just finished speaking of, don’t you think?” Kirishima beamed giving another squeeze to his wild bear. “Wouldn’t mind being ‘gayfriends’ with you guys you know. Don’t worry. I’ll train Mama Bear here how to be nice to Onodera-san since I know he was so prickly to him before...” During the New Year’s party, Kirishima just happened to be near Yokozawa, Takano, and Ritsu as he was trying to find another one of his authors in the crowd. That’s when he heard Yokozawa lay into him for apparently a very petty reason. Of course now he knew why the grumpy bear was like that towards Ritsu, but he should have no reason to be like that now.

“You know? I would really love that. We should make plans for it. But for now, I should catch up to him. When he’s this bashful and embarrassed, he tends to do stupid shit...” Takano said turning to leave. “Oh and don’t make the same mistake I did and get frisky in front of the coffee maker,”

Kirishima’s eyes widened then. “Hm? What, did you walk in on those two having a moment?” he smirked at Yokozawa; who wasn’t answering and had a great blush on his face. “Awww I want a special moment, too!” he playfully whined starting to kiss his mama bear from his ear down his neck.

“Urgh, hey! No way! We’re at work!” Yokozawa struggled.

Takano just laughed to himself as he left them in the break room to search for his Ritsu. Lovesick Dorks...

/(^x^)\

Ritsu was back in the bathroom hugging himself in one of the stalls. Dammit. I just...jumped on Takano-san. No doubt he’s going to let that go to his head. But…maybe...I wouldn't mind that? one of his hands was going down to fondle his aching groin. Shit...It’s like I’m a cat in heat. Yikes...bad pun. He thought as he was reminded at what the term ‘neko’ meant for gay couples in Japan.

Those dreams...could that be my heart’s way of telling me that I’m starting to desire him? And not just physically either. They’re...premonitions. They’re telling me of what it could be like. Telling me the point of two guys dating. And what I’m missing out on right now…

Ritsu felt a sudden urge to ask Takano if he could stay the night with him. Ah geez. I can’t even believe I’m even considering that notion!! But he just couldn’t shake the fact that it was something he’s been wanting to do. Not only did his body want to feel Takano against him again, but his heart was aching for him to be inside his apartment. Have a proper meal prepared for him. And just...stay the night and enjoy each other’s company. It didn’t even matter if it was in awkward silence. Ritsu really just wanted to hold Takano again.

#Takano Masamune #onodera ritsu #fanfic #sekaiichi hatsukoi #onodera ritsu no baai

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fmdjulien · 6 years

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december 5, 2017; 11:11pm kst seoul, republic of korea a companion piece to @fmdxjerome‘s “don’t leave me”.

after staring at the dull glow of the fluorescent numbers for what seems like an eternity, a set of glassy eyes blink, eyelids barely staying shut before they're pried open again. seeing the four identical numbers staring back at him, julien's mind has traveled away from the present for a few moments. oh, how the numbers reminded him of simpler times, where he would make a wish in the middle of the night and hope it would come true while eventually succumbing to sleep until the next morning. when reasonable wishes at the time included acing an exam that he felt unprepared for, or that he'd be able to win the lottery and retire by the age of nineteen. while some wishes seemed a bit too outlandish to have even a remote possibility that it'd come true, it still didn't stop him from vocalizing his wishes, at least giving him peace of mind that he tried. and here he was, staring at the clock that simply said 11:11pm with a curious expression on his face. would it be too childish of him to utter a wish that evening, even if the chances of it coming true would be slim to none?

letting a huff of air pass through plush rosy lips, an exhausted julien lifted both hands to cover his face. "of course it would be, idiot," he muttered out loud, exasperated at himself for resorting to such trivial things as making wishes while the moon made its way across the sky. "things like making a wish at some arbitrary time that happens twice a day is childish... and stupid... and there's no way in hell that something like that would work this time around." as the cold of his fingertips traced along his forehead and temples before raking through thick locks, he can't help but be reminded of another's touch; one full of warmth like the golden hour of a summer's day, a contrast to the bleak winter's night like this one. and once again, his mind has him drifting to the thought of him, with sharp feline eyes that bore into his and left his body alight.

for the past twenty-three hours, julien's phone had gone off countless times throughout the day; text messages, social media alerts, and even phone calls congratulating him on the portal release from the day before. yet, each time his phone lit up with a notification, julien was met with disappointment before even swiping a thumb along his screen. the name he had ached to see on his cellphone screen had yet to make an appearance, and he lost the motivation to do much as respond to any other message that came his way. as the day had dragged on, hour after hour passed and the dangerous combination of frustration, impatience, and anxiety began to take root in the pit of his stomach, growing and thriving while his hope had dwindled. by the end of the day, he had already started to give up on hearing any sort of response. the past few months had been nothing but a roller coaster, complete with loops and inversions and everything that left him shaken up and dizzy. from that evening in august, the air between them thick and stifling yet emotionally charged and electrifying. as intoxicated and simply gone julien had been that night, throwing all caution to the wind and hoping that the sentiment was mutual, he had sincerely hoped that for the other, the attraction extended past the physical.

a line was crossed that night, a mere friendship no longer possible to uphold between the two. but as hopeful as julien was, getting nothing but radio silence in the months after left him rebuilding his walls again. every outgoing call that rang and rang until he was met with an answering machine, every text message that was sent and left on read, every visit to the familiar apartment where his knocking fell upon deaf ears. if there was anyone familiar with the other's habit of running away from his problems, it was julien. at least, that's what he had encountered before, nearly a year prior after a neglected phone had resulted in a month of a seemingly never-ending argument. for the first few weeks that trailed after the night that lay covered in a rose-hued haze, julien tried to be patient in the midst of his own heartbreak. maybe the words that were uttered by him, sunk into his skin with marks of possession and needy kisses were the truth; the other had always been fearful of the truth when it came to julien. tokyo wasn't good to him either, where he was instead met with tabloids of the other linked up with a gorgeous model that even he felt that he couldn't compete with. and with that, walls were put back up and reinforced; he couldn't let himself slip up again.

fives steps forward, ten steps back.

months have passed by and while julien's patience has been worn, thin and fragile and threatened to break at any moment, he still hopes. he hopes he's not being naive and childish. he hopes that the one night in the waning parts of summer had not been the end to a long con that extended over a year; he wants to give the other more credit, but it's hard to do so when he's met with mixed signals one after another. above all, though? he hopes for a happy ending, even in the midst of his barely existing patience. he doesn't quite know how much more of it he can take, and as his head falls to the side to once more gaze at the numbers on the clock once more, he's met once again with the sight of the four numbers on the clock. a sigh leaves his lips, resigned and so close to giving up that even the familiar feel of a furry feline sidling up to rest alongside his ribs doesn't bring him as much comfort as it usually does. "i wish..." he whispered, voice tiny and barely heard over the sound of his cat's purring, "i wish that things wouldn't be so difficult... i'm tired." fists move to rub at his eyes, breaths leaving his mouths unsteadily. "i'm so tired..."

there's a comforting weight that's moved to rest atop his chest, the low purr of the scottish fold putting him at ease as he lies beneath his blankets and internally berates himself for thinking his waiting and his patience would amount to something in the end. hearing a simple "no" would have hurt less than getting no response at all. getting an "i'm not interested" would have hurt less than waking up to photos of him getting into a car with her. anything would have been better than nothing. but despite being met with silence time and time again, julien still waited; was this what it meant? to love someone? he barely has a moment to dwell on his thoughts when the sound of his phone vibrates on his nightstand, startling both him and the snoozing cat atop his chest. "shh..." he murmurs lovingly to his cat, stroking the soft fur along her back while he reaches his other hand out to grasp the device. he's about to forgo answering whatever notification appears on the screen to instead simply shut off his phone when the instagram username that appears in black font holds his heart in its clutches for a moment.

[julienshin]: 30jours started a live video. watch it before it ends!

many thoughts speed through julien's mind, each going a mile a minute and causing his eyebrows to furrow. so he can ignore me but he can do a live stream? is the first thought that flies by, but is squashed quickly because at the end of the day, julien would always forgive him. always make an exception for him. seconds pass as the american stares at the screen, teeth worrying at his plump lower lip until it turned a bright red before he unlocks his phone and opens up the app from his home screen. what would he be expecting to appear as he logged into the live stream? would he even know if julien signed on? would he even care if julien signed on? all of these questions pop up in his head, but just as quick as they are to appear they soon dissipate at the sight of the birthday boy. julien feels his heart clench, a gasp caught in his throat as he's greeted with a pair of melancholy eyes that mirror his own. cheekbones that look sharper with exhaustion, a tired gaze with heavy-lidded eyes; it's been weeks since julien has seen this man in the flesh and he's suddenly reminded of how much he misses being close to him. time passes as the live stream continues, but all julien has done is reach over for the set of earbuds on his nightstand and put them on while staring at his screen like it's the one thing keeping him alive. and in a sense, it is. all he's wanted was to see him, hear him in all of his glory. minutes pass and small talk occurs between the other man and his fans commenting, but julien is afraid to make his presence known and instead opts to be a teary-eyed spectator.

"don't expect it to be summer again," is what julien hears, a shiver making its way down his spine as remnants of summer returns to his conscience. oh, how badly julien wished for it to be summer again. two summers ago in los angeles, where a pair of bodies sat nestled in a booth tucked away at a nightclub, complete with tempting touches and unapologetic flirting. halfway across the world from seoul but worlds away from everyone else as they teased each other in an attempt to push each other's buttons. or just this past summer in seoul with the same pair of bodies, this time tangled so closely together that you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began a time where words were uttered to each other for nobody else to hear, a time where for once julien bared himself both physically and emotionally. summer made him feel warm, full of life. full of love. and yet winter comes along and brings heartache and loneliness along with it. blinking rapidly to keep the tears from making it past his eyes, julien took a long, drawn out breath while continuing to watch.

"aren't we all a little fan of julien? in here?" has julien's heart racing at a swift pace, as if it were working double time to make an effort of beating its way out of his chest. what was the frenchman attempting to accomplish with this live stream, other than to make julien's heart squeeze unbearably tight in an effort to escape his ribcage? even from the other side of the camera, he's attuned enough to the other to know when something's not right with him. the slump of his shoulders, the exhaustion in his eyes, the wistfulness in his words; as much as he's grown to be frustrated with his ability to read between the lines of yuddy to find jerome, it's become easy for julien to pick up on things. but this live stream in the middle of the night has him confused, simply because he doesn't know what the purpose is of this. proof that one cannot exist without the other appears once more as comments come in on the stream like rapid fire, both of their names popping up with hearts linking the two, and he begins to wonder if their fans have more sense in them than both of the soloists. "what are you doing?" julien whispered tearfully, as if the other could hear him from the other side. "why can't you just talk to me?"

fingers delicately dance along the plastic keys and the melody that floats through his rosy ears leaves julien staring at the screen, his own hand tightening around the device as the voice he's grown to adore so much enters into the song. the words are foreign to him for the most part, despite his efforts over the past few months to learn the language of romance. but even though he can only pick up words and phrases here and there, the other's passion and emotion in his voice speaks louder than the words. with tears welling up and threatening to escape a set of tired doe eyes, julien can't look away as he watches the other move through the song. even though his chest shakes, wracked with sobs that he tries so hard to hold back for both himself and for the feline resting atop him, he can't find it in him to look elsewhere or turn off the stream. at the amount of movement coming from him, his cat decides instead to climb off of his chest, instead settling against his ribs while curled up on the sheets. he doesn't blame her, but apologizes to her nonetheless with a scratch of his fingers behind her ears.

the phone quivers in an unsteady hand as julien uses his hand to swipe at his eyes, the plush fabric of his sweater sleeve dampening with each movement in an effort to keep the tears from falling freely. he can't catch every teardrop before they escape, and one makes a path down a blotchy cheek. the other sits before the camera, baring his emotions in a performance being watched by thousands yet julien feels as if he's the only person watching. as if he's the only person listening, as if he's the only person the other is singing to. but once again, there's a thought that presents itself in the back of julien's mind, minute and barely existent, but it still nags at his mind. was the other thinking of him while singing this song?

months of a rocky relationship between the two, laced with fake smiles and courteous nods and one-sided conversations had left julien second guessing every single moment transpired between them. as suave and savvy as the american was when it came to flirting and physical attraction, the concept of love and romantic partnership left him frightened beyond words. the intense sense of self-preservation and desire for complete control that existed at the core of julien's being left absolutely no room for another to make a home in his heart. but here the other was, bringing about destruction to every single wall and defense mechanism he had erected to prevent any such thing from happening. he had never expected feelings to transcend the physical, but moments spent with the other gave julien a chance to see more than the image the other presented to the public; it's a surprise to compare both of their public images with their true selves, but the more there was to learn about, the more that julien could find himself falling. he's never been in love before, never been in a relationship that was more than casual, and it scares him above all else to let himself have those feelings for another without confidently knowing if it would be reciprocated.

he's afraid of the unknown. he's afraid to love. but most importantly, he's afraid to lose him. the song soon approaches the close, the voice that julien's grown to find comfort in being interrupted here and there with the appearance of the lanky, large-eared feline. it's another private moment that catches his eye on the screen, an example of jerome appearing instead of yuddy, thanks to edith. an innocent and affectionate gesture passed between the other and his cat, and it's become more glaringly obvious that julien's feelings surpassed his emotions toward anyone else. it's this person that he's fallen for; one full of love and affection, without the styled hair and flashy clothes. even if none of this was for him at all, julien would have at least reached the realization that as afraid as he is to make a leap of faith and let his feelings be known just yet, he's able to acknowledge what his feelings are, even if it's just to himself.

silence soon fills julien's ears, save for the faint sound of purring as the keyboard is turned off. the moment the man gets up from his seat and disappears from the frame julien gasps a breath of air, eyes widening. don't leave yet, please. he pleads, wanting just a few more moments to see the other like this. too often, lately, has julien seen the closed off version of the other, one that either avoided the subject or avoided interaction as a whole. he finally caught a glimpse of the one he missed so much, and it's being taken away from him again so soon. when would be the next time he'd ever see the other like this? would there even be a next time he'd see the other like this? his heart rate spikes, tears escaping his eyes and falling down his cheeks in trails as he silently begs for the other to return, just for a few more moments. just to remember him like this, even in the middle of winter.

his quiet pleas are acknowledged as the other returns to the frame, heartbreakingly handsome even when exhaustion is clear in his face. julien's phone is brought closer to him, as if he could bring the other closer to him while he gazed back, eyes equally intense but also pleading. julien asks for a few more moments, and it's all he's given as the steam cuts to a close, his screen turning black. with that, he pulls his earbuds out and shakily sets them atop his nightstand before he stares at his phone once more until it sleeps. seconds pass, one after another as his gaze still fixates on the black screen; would it be too much to reach out? to make one last ditch effort before falling asleep?

the decision is made for him when his phone lights up with a notification, vibrating in his palm and catching his attention. he's about to clear the notification from his phone, opting to deal with people in the morning, when the name he's so badly wanted to see on his phone is finally there and glaring at him in black text. julien's breath is caught in his throat as he struggles to unlock his phone and access the message. a simple voice message, barely five seconds long, but he's scrambling to bring the phone up to his ear as he hits play.

"je pense toujours que tu es beau, julien."

julien pauses, letting the words sit in his head before he hits play again, then once more, and plays it again and again until the recording disappears from his messages. he's heard the phrase before, one night in august when every word that left julien's lips outlined the truth that he was so afraid to reveal. the words he received in response throughout the nigh, a mix of french and english that left him shaken to his core with how sweet and adoring they were. it's now another night, one among countless in the past few months where julien lies beneath blankets with tear-drenched cheeks. this time around, sobs escape him louder and more violently than before as he breaks the silence in his room so late into the night.

in the morning, julien will probably rewatch the stream, noticing comments that he didn't see before that noted slight changes in the song lyrics. he'll probably look up the lyrics to the song and read the translation to fully grasp the sentiment of the song past the emotions. he'll definitely cry again, understanding the message of the song much more, and he'll also find his previously depleted patience and hope fully realized and renewed instead. days, weeks will pass before the two will finally meet and put the misunderstandings behind them and fill their hearts with genuine truths and hopes.

but for now, before the night ends, julien will instead hit the mini telephone icon next to the other's name on his phone. he'll listen as the phone rings, not expecting the other to answer and instead hoping it will go to voicemail. he'll wait for the beep to leave a message, sobs and sniffles and barely articulated words being all the machine records of him. it's not unlike the countless messages that the other had left on his phone before, cries and pleas that are unable to be understood, but julien finally feels what it's like to be on the other end. in the midst of all the gibberish he confesses over the phone, but the words will never be deciphered no matter how much the other will try when he hears the message. he'll leave one message before hanging up, letting himself succumb to sleep after crying, just like most nights as of late.

"i think i love you."

word count: just over 3500.

a/n: i got sidetracked and in the past week spent a lot of time writing this instead of working on my replies because i had a lot of muse for it. i’ve been having a mental debate with myself about whether i should post this or keep it private because it was more so written as a response to another muse’s self para than a standalone. when i wrote this, it was with the intention of not posting. however, i’ve also realized that aside from the two ongoing threads regarding these two (both of which have taken place in the past), i haven’t posted much about this particular aspect of julien’s backstory. it explains why he went into a slump during the fall/winter of 2017, as well as sets the tone for his release, “hold me”, which dropped in late december. anyway. enjoy! i’ll be getting to the rest of my replies over the next few days since i’m no longer fixated on this one ^-^

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