#realized this sounds harsh but when i wrote it i was dissapointed

[blackpinksoo]

blackpink have become a group that is synonymous with wasted potential

first 30 seconds was great rest was mid, tried to do hip hop but I don’t think it’s good, lyrics terrible, girls pretty, mv pretty, vocals and delivery good, just the song itself is mid.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Protect The Queen Pt 2 (Geralt x Reader)

So I saw you guys really liked the first part so I decided to make a part two of this so I decided to make a part two, if you want a part three let me know. Enjoy!

PART 1

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Geralt was free to leave after that night, he just chose to stay, linger around town and secretly wait for her to call him. He felt foolish, a mutant running around town and hoping a queen will invite him, she probably regretted her words after she walked away from him. One more night, he gave her one more night and the next day he was going to disappear, he was running out of coins and Jaskier was getting more and more annoying.

“Is he still in town?”

“Yes, staying at the inn. My queen you know I would never question you-”

“But you are and it’s not a good look for you. I want you to send someone to go get him in the morning, as early as possible”

“Yes my queen, as you wish”

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“You know I was hoping she would come and see you, such a great love story for my ballad”

“If you wrote a song about her she would have your head on a platter the next day”

Geralt growled at the barb. The sun had barely rise but Jaskier was wide awake and full of energy, it was bad enough that Geralt had felt his ego get wounded, he had to deal with Jaskier reminding him that he walked away from this town empty handed and covered in shame for letting himself to believe he had a shot with someone of her status.

“Sir Geralt! Wait”

He heard a female voice call for him as he was about to get on his horse. It wasn’t her, the voice had a hint of anxiety in it’s tone, she would have never let her tone of voice waver. It was a young girl, probably in her teens, she was dressed in clean and what seemed expensive dress. As she stood next to the men she gave a light bow. Jaskier and Geralt were not used to this kind of respect, if anything they were happy if a day passed and they hadn’t heard any insults.

“Sir Geralt, our queen is asking for you”

“ohhhhhhh what a powerful twist, I knew she was planning something”

“Shut it Jaskier”

“Her highness said to bring you to her as fast as possible, she doesn’t appreciate waiting”

The girl tried to regain her breath, she was probably terrified of letting down the queen. Hell she probably had to go back and tell (y/n) she didn’t find her if she came a minute later and it wouldn't look good to go back without getting what her queen needed. Geralt hesitated for a moment, trying to process the idea and also asking himself why she waited until the last day to call for him, to be fair it sounds like something she would do.

“Jaskier wait here, take care of Roach”

“Of course, go get her Geralt”

It only took one look from Geralt for Jaskier to shut up and look away. Geralt followed the girl silently, although he internally hoped the girl would pick up her pace, a sudden eagerness to see her consumed him. He became aware that he was kind of underdressed to be entering a palace, he wasn't even wearing his armor, he was just in regular commoner clothes, for the first time he cared for his appearance while meeting someone royal. She wasn’t just royalty, she was (y/n), she was radiant, she exuded this untouchable aura and her stable tone of voice made others focus on her.

As they entered the palace he got to take a look at the decoration. A smirk was brought in his lips as he looked around, she had definitely changed a lot of things, there was no portrait of the late king, only hers and other females, it had so many different and bright colors mixed together and complimenting each other, the curtains were of light pastel color on the contrary of the heavy dark curtains the other palaces he had been in had. The girl walked up to a woman more older than her, yet still youth was a way to describe her, she was dressed in a gold dress, long light brown hair framing her face and a tall figure.

“Miss Chiara, I found him”

“Very well Mina, run along now, you are dismissed”

“Right away Miss Chiara”

Geralt looked at the woman, she seemed to have the same sense of authority and seriousness (y/n) had, however she did not have the little splash of warmth (y/n) possesses, this woman was just as cold as ice. Geralt took notice how the young girl became nervous around her, she was probably a woman of status, someone that worked directly with the queen, you could tell by her proud posture and sharp tone that she took her position seriously.

“Sir Geralt, welcome to the Queens palace”

“Thank you”

“Follow me please”

It was weird that Geralt had not seen any other male in here yet. (Y/n) had probably kicked out any of the late kings favorite people, she spoke very highly about the female gender, it was only a matter of time her staff was dominated by them, there was not trace a king ever existed, everywhere you looked it was something that had her sense of choice, even the scent that carried around the palace, this light vanilla with a hint of fruit, no heavy musk smell the kings adored, it was her palace now.

The woman stopped right in front of two big wooden doors before she turned to Geralt, a harsh look on her face and also a slight side of a dissapointed manner, she was probably worried about her queens choice of visitor.

“The queen is a very private person, that barb of yours isn’t, whatever words you exchange with her stay in this room”

“I understand”

It didn’t surprise him that the woman asked for some type of privacy around her queen, he was annoyed that people worried that Jaskier would open his mouth, which was a possible scenario however that meant Geralt would let him know anything about (y/n). No, he was not willing to share anything that had to do with her. The woman knocked a few times before pushing the doors open enough for the two to walk in.

“My queen, Sir Geralt is here... like you asked”

“Excellent, thank you very much Chiara. Could you leave us alone please?”

“At once my queen”

The woman gave one last look at Geralt before she left, shutting the doors behind him. He gulped as he took a look at (y/n), her hair were loose, like a waterfall running down, her skin was covered by a silk pastel robe, tied around her waist as it accentuate her figure, the only glimpse of skin were her feet and arms.

“You asked for me”

“Indeed, I was astonished when I discovered you where still here”

She walked over from her bed to the center of the room, she seemed at ease, comfortable with the situation. Yet her sensual energy oozed out more than last time, it almost took over him and forced him to ran to her and kiss her.

“I like the inn, comfortable beds”

“I’m so glad to hear that, I want our travelers to feel like home here”

She started to proceed towards him, her eyes and intense look on her face strained him from moving, freezing like the prey looking at it’s predator. He felt her eyes on him, fixated on his face as she took him in, she could tell that he was quite nervous, it excited her that her presence alone brought such a man unease.

“I told you, I don’t like feeling lonely”

Her voice was low, promiscuous. As her hand to his chin, her delicate fingers felt like a feather was touching him, everything about this woman was made to make him feel weak in the knees.  Her perfume was like a drug to him, slowly sipping into him and becoming something so familiar yet he craved to be around it.

“Will you help me Geralt?”

“gladly”

Before he could taste those lips of hers, she moved away and turned her back to him. (Y/n) wanted to jump on to him as soon as he walked in, nonetheless she wanted to play a tad bit of a game. She reached for the knot on her robe and let it loose, her hips swaying from side to side as the robe moved past her shoulders and on to the floor, she was aching for him, she had spent days imagining him sharing her bed, a man like that was definitely more than capable to please her bodys needs. She wanted the first time that he took her to be like that one dream she had the first night after meeting him, that left her to wake up covered in sweat and panting for air.

She stood in front of the window and turned to look at him while leaning on a desk that had scattered papers on it. It didn’t take a genius to realize what she was insinuating, Geralt’s eyes went wide as it dawned of him, you could see the entire garden and the street from the open window, no curtain stood between that view.

“Someone could see us”

“And? I am their queen, it’s my reputation on the line, it can either happen my way or you are free to leave. What will it be Geralt?”

It only took a second for him to make up his mind, his feet guided him to her one in front of the other at a slow pace. When he had finally come close enough for her torso to touch his, he felt her hands touch his arm, caressing his flesh 

“You know the only man I’ve ever shared a bed with was my late husband. I hated it, it was only for him to get the heir he craved, it left me to wonder what it feels like to be lusted after, wanted, to feel... pleasure. Are you the answer to those questions?”

Her voice was now barely a whisper, as her eyes locked on his. She didn’t know how she held it together, the simple touch of his hands on her waist was enough to drive her wild, she needed to feel him, to let him show her what being intimate was supposed to feel like. Geralt chose to not answer verbally, he just leaned in and finally felt her lips to hers at a passionate kiss. In a blink of an eye the caress became more aggressive and you could hear the tear of his shirt as she ripped it apart to reveal his torso. It only took one simple tuck of a strap for her dress to drop and show her naked body. 

He took a good look of her, she was truly amazing, that goddess like beauty that men dreamt about. His hands went to her breasts and massaged them, feeling them was enough for him to become impatient. A small moan left her lips as he started leaving kisses along her neck, she sat up on the desk and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You’ll be the death of me”

“It will be- it will be worth it”

she breathed out, her mind was gone and she was just glad she got the words out in the right order. His hot skin against her naked body felt heaven like, she thanked herself for making the right decision and choosing him. Her touch was needy, as felt his pants drop and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her to look at me

“The queen of the land, naked before me”

“Can you please her?”

After that a moan was heard, as they became one. Both of them moaning loudly as (y/n) laid back on the desk, giving him a good view of her figure, she was breathtaking, as she moved her hips and moaned his name again and again. He couldn’t help and lean down, feeling the need to touch her, kiss her, her arms reaching at his back, leaving scratches as he guided her to road of immense pleasure.

“My queen, submission becomes you”

He whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe. She was better than any of the fantasies he had of her, she was as hot as volcano, exploding and destroying anything on it’s path. Her back arched as she hugged him tightly, for the first time she was truly enjoying the act of sex, she cursed herself for not killing her incompetent husband earlier, her new life was filled with pleasure, pleasure only Geralt could bring her. Her legs started to shake while she felt like a fire was spreading on her body, the moans becoming louder and louder by the second. 

“Geralt, that’s it”

“Come on (y/n), let it go”

She felt like her body and mind exploded with glee, the passion he brought out of her in a mix of his skill with women was now pushing her over the edge, as she unraveled and came undone underneath him, biting his shoulder to refrain herself from yelling.

The enjoyment he felt seeing her like this was indescribable. This amazing and confident queen was now shaking and latching on to him, the power (y/n) held over him drove him to insanity. As he felt the orgasm reach him and take over he kissed her as he slowed down and relaxed in her arms. No woman had made him feel such intense satisfaction, her allowing him to take her was truly an out of body experience.

“You.... are an amazing woman”

“You’re not so bad yourself”

both of them were out of breath, sweat dripping over their body and the light of day made her skin shine, like diamonds were decorating her torso. He laced one hand underneath her and lifted her off the table, her head went on to his shoulder as she started kissing his neck. He laid her on the bed and went on top of her, finally kissing her lips.

“I see you’ve gotten comfortable being inside of me”

“It’s very cozy”

Her chest erupted as she laughed at his comment. It was more of a “not wanting this to be over” situation, she didn’t mind though, she didn’t want him to leave either, the idea of having him here all day was delightful. She let her fingers roam on his back, going up and down as he relaxed, the weight of him was a lot but comfortable, she liked feeling his body against hers.

“When will you have to leave?”

“Tomorrow”

“I’m sure the barb will be very happy to spend the night in the palace. Your horse can be safe in the stable”

“Want me all for yourself?”

“As I said, you are free to leave.... tomorrow”

He pulled away from her and laid on his side, as she went under the covers but made sure to let her breast exposed and covered his lower body. It was his turn to reach for her, caressing her face as she beamed with satisfaction.

“And I will, until I can come back”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“A declare of my addiction towards you”

“Really? Then let’s see how intoxicated I can get you in a day”

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Madness, pt.2

Madness, pt.1

My Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader, Sigurd/Blaeja (mentioned, alluded?)

Summary: So, I wrote a sequel to Madness, I really don’t know what to put in this summary. This takes place in the expanse of a few months/year, but hopefully the pace of the time passing is clearish in the story ;)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Mentions or allusions of death, mentions or allusions of abduction/kidnapping, mentions of (hypothetical) rape, and I don’t really know what else. Does blood kink count? Cause, subtle blood kink.

A/N: First of all I want to thank all of you for the amazing reception to Madness. I am so thankful, and so humbled you guys like my writing and this story. Really, thank you so much for your feedback, your kind words, and your support. Means the world.

Second of all, I’m sorry it took so long to get the sequel out. I wasn’t exactly planning one but ngl, I have fun writing these two, and I hope this doesn’t dissapoint. Love ya! <3

Putting up the act of being dragged a hysterical, frantic mess of a woman all the way from the docks to the King’s dungeons was not that difficult. You had kept the nervous energy within you ever since you accepted getting on that boat, and finding a release to it was…cathartic, in a way.

The King’s bodyguards that kept firm hands on your upper arms as they took you to the prison that will be your home for who-knows how long don’t push or shove you into the cell, making you wonder how many people are truly aware of this ruse.

The moment the door is closed, the moment you are safe behind the iron bars and away from the crown and its reach, you cannot help the laugh -hysterical, hoarse, crazy laugh- that leaves your lips, that breaks its way out of your lungs.

You are free.

You lay on that cell for so long you forget to keep track of the time, but small little laughs leave your lips every once in a while, as you lean on the tips of your feet to look out the small window, into the foreign sky.

Free.

You laugh again, shaking fingers enclosed around the iron bars, and you hear a shuffling sound behind you.

“These people say I’m crazy. I wonder what they’ll have to say for the Princess that laughs at her own imprisonment.” King Ivar states, squaring his shoulders and standing tall on the other side of that cage door.

You smile, “You did it. You promised, and you did it. You got me out of there.”

“I keep my promises,” He states, resolute, before continuing, “Any other woman would be terrified, not delighted, at being on a Viking’s cell.”

You shrug, “Maybe they are right, maybe I am crazy.”

The King considers you in silence, clear eyes piercing as they take you in, and after a few heartbeats, shakes his head minutely.

“No, not crazy.”

____

You have learned more and more of these Norsemen’s language, and in turn you’ve taught King Ivar more of your own -it didn’t surprise you when he ordered you to teach him, saying when he negotiated with Alfred he didn’t want some meddling translator-; and you’ve learned of their traditions, and their Gods, and their honor.

Heartless, Godless, nothing but barbarians; they used to say. But you’ve seen the mothers loving their children like any Christian would, the faithful honoring their strange Gods in their own way.

They know nothing but bloodthirst, they care for nothing, love nothing; that’s what the soldiers used to whisper to terrify the maidens. But these are a people alive like any other, and yes, they are cold and harsh and brutish, but if their King is anything to go by, they are as capable as humanity as any other.

If you believed their tales, which you never truly did, thanks to King Ecbert’s lessons; it would have all still crumbled to dust and lies before your eyes as you grew closer and closer to the man that ‘abducted’ you.

All their tales of cruelty and ruthlessness and bloodthirst, they are more than true, of course; but they forget to tell of the awkward gentleness with which he holds your hand and presses absent kisses to it; they forget to tell of the cautious vulnerability that shines in those pale eyes when the sun sets and it’s just the two of you and your secrets and your promises; they forget to tell of the shuddered breaths over your lips, the eyes that fluttered closed when you lean close enough, that fill you with warmth to your very core.

They forget many things. Hopefully, they forget to tell about you, too.

Let you be forgotten by those people that killed your mother; let you be forgotten by the God that never looked upon your family with none of his mercy; let you be forgotten by the boy you may have cared for but never loved, not like this.

You spent a fortnight -maybe?- in that cell. It didn’t surprise you, a believable claim that you willingly came with King Ivar to Scandinavia would mean the leverage to return you to Wessex would be null. What did surprise you, though, was that you were very often visited, almost every day, by the King.

He is a fascinating man, he was to you since that first moment. He never ceased to be, even now, after months of secrets and pried truths and reluctant vulnerability and him.

Shortly after, you were allowed more performative freedoms, and it didn’t cost you much to put up an act that slowly waned and disappeared that you feared, hated even, the heathens that took you captive.

You’ve seen the ashen faces of those who returned from battle against the Vikings, you’ve heard the tales of the women that trembled at the memory of the raiders, you’ve known of their fame ever since your mother was gifted her uncle’s head by one of these Norsemen.

It is not hard for you to imagine why a woman -a sane woman, maybe- would fear them. And so, the act is not hard, the ruse is not difficult.

And let them think the King broke you, let them think a poor maiden was stolen from her home, let them think you long to return to your home, let them think you feel nothing but cold. In the meantime, you will be free, and safe, and growing to love a King that gives you nothing but warmth.

____

“I want to learn how to fight.” You tell him one evening, as you watch the sun set over the distant waves, and hear the training warriors somewhere near the longhouse.

He hums at your words, lifting your hand and absently pressing a kiss to the back of it before he asks, “Why?”

You offer a shrug and a small smile as you retort dryly, “A Princess, alone and surrounded by savages, she should have some means of defending herself?”

The King offers a side smile at your jest, and it feels like a tiny victory. Always does. It always has, ever since the first time you saw him, you don’t even remember how long ago.

“I could let someone teach you.” He finally drawls out, slowly, meticulously.

You cannot mask your enthusiasm, you realize too late, “Really?”

“For a price.” He clarifies.

“I wouldn’t expect otherwise. What is your price, my King?”

But he shakes his head, “That secret is mine to keep for now,” Lifting his eyes to yours and knowing he won, King Ivar insists, “Do we have a deal?”

“Yes!” You say quickly, surprising even yourself.

“Are you su-…” The King starts, even as some strange softness teases at his expression. You realize that you have startled him, and somehow that makes the excitement bubbling in your chest greater.

“Yes!” You interrupt, biting your lip and offering a sheepish shrug in apology when he glares at you, “I’m sorry, but yes.”

“Sit down, no one is going to train you now.” He chastises, but you know his tells by now. And the gentle tug of his hand on yours to bring you closer again is not even needed for you to understand he wasn’t ready or willing for you to part form his embrace. You concede with a breathed laugh and a smile that you press against his own lips, and rest against his side with a sigh.

“Thank you.” You whisper, so quietly you barely hear yourself.

“Hm. You know, I never convinced myself you aren’t at least a bit crazy.” He muses, with what you know -but he’d deny to his grave- is a soft kiss pressed to the crown of your head.

____

“Fuck!” You gasp out, Ubbe’s sword a hair’s width away from your neck, “Shouldn’t there be…wooden swords, or something?”

“Don’t you trust me?” The Prince asks around a smile. You answer with widened eyes and pushing his sword away from your neck with your own.

“Not when you hold a blade to my neck, my Prince!”

The Viking laughs, genuine and young, and you find yourself smiling back. You both assume your positions again, even if you are certain you are one sneeze away from being gutted.

“Why did you want to learn anyways? Aren’t you West Saxons supposed to sue for peace instead?” Ubbe starts as he guides your arm through a motion to break out of a block.

“I am Mercian, but yes, we do prefer talking.” You answer, focused on following his indications.

“Then why learn to fight?” The Prince insists.

“I want to be able to defend myself.”

King Ivar calls your name from behind you, a greeting and a demand of your attention as he approaches you and his brother. You turn around, and he inserts himself into the conversation you were having with Ubbe,

“Defending yourself also includes not starting fights you cannot win.”

“Ladies don’t start fights.” You shoot back quickly, side smile on your lips.

You hear him snort a laugh and your smile widens.

“But you do,” Ivar says, just as you deviate with your sword Ubbe’s attempt to strike your leg. “For someone so…”

Pushing back against the other son of Ragnar, you interrupt him.

“Don’t say small.” You grit out as you turn around, fight on pause.

“Small,” He supplies anyways, emphatically. He looks maddeningly delighted when you furrow your nose in annoyance, “You surely seem to love starting fights.”

“If by ‘starting’ you mean not letting you get away with-…”

“Get away? You get the last word every time I e-…”

“Brother, Princess,” Ubbe calls out, eyeing you strangely before motioning with his head, “Training.”

You nod, getting your focus back into place, and try getting used to the unfamiliar weight of the shield in your hands as you face the bearded man again.

Ivar’s voice cuts into your thoughts again, and your concentration evaporates along with your patience.

“Why are you standing like he does? You are half his size, you can’t mimic him and expect good results.”

You face him with gritted teeth, “Well, if my teacher did something other than berating me I could-…”

“You asked for my help.”

“I…shut up,” You sentence, turning back to Ubbe and correcting your stance to something you feel grounded and able to move on. The older Prince looks at his brother, considering, and then takes the shield from you. You let go of it with ease, but still question, “My Prince?”

“He’s right. You are small.”

“Thank you.” You sentence dryly, and the other man chuckles in response.

“I mean we can’t have you fight like you would in the front lines. Instead, fight like you would in an ambush.”

You shrug, because you have no idea what he means, and let him guide you through the movements.

____

You know what he’s going to say before you even hear him.

“Again.”

“Everything hurts.” You groan as you sit up from the cold dirt.

“I don’t care,” Ivar is quick to retort, and you have a feeling he can sense you rolling your eyes, because a taunt is quick to follow, “You Saxons may stop when you are in pain, but Vikings don’t. Again.”

Gritting your teeth and letting one or two curses in your native language leave your lips, you stand up and lift the sword. Prince Hvitserk smiles, hands toying with his axe as she studies you for a moment.

For once, you attack first, slashing towards his side, but the wooden hilt of his axe stops the movement. Not hesitating, you pull back and try again, making the Viking take a couple of steps back.

He breaks the block with a twist of his weapon’s hilt, making your sword slide off and your balance weaken. The victory is his as he raises the great axe over his head with a yell, but you lift the sword, stopping him even as you are forced to grab the blade with your free hand to give more strength to the block.

Blood pours from between your fingers and sharp pain follows, but you keep your attention on Hvitserk and wait for the moment you see him decide to push instead of retreat and attacking again. When his strength focuses on his upper body, like he did to you many times before, you place your boot on his inner thigh and kick outwards.

The force of your kick sends you stumbling back, but you catch yourself. The Viking falls down in his back though, and with enthusiasm you hold the tip of your sword over him. Victory.

You allow yourself a small smile, and Hvitserk shoulders his great axe as he stands up, fight over.

“You are getting better, Princess.” He praises gruffly, and you thank him with a nod.

Whatever dignity you tried gaining with the composed gesture is blown by the way you cannot seem to stop the excited pitter-patter of your feet as you walk back to Ivar.

“Did you see?” You ask. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide, and you could swear a little bit of your enthusiasm gets to the King, who smiles at you somewhat softly.

“He went easy on you.”

“I know that.” You answer with a roll of your eyes.

“And you are bleeding everywhere.” Ivar points out, signaling with his head to your hand. Reminded of your wound, you bring up your fist but Ivar is quick to catch it in his own hand.

You open your palm to see a cut running down your palm and similar ones -although not as deep- in your fingers. Your eyes follow the trail of a thick drop of blood that slithers down the side of your hand to your wrist.

Apparently, Ivar’s eyes followed the same droplet, for he moves your hand to his mouth and quickly licks off the offending drop.

“Ivar!” You chastise, tugging softly at the braid at the back of his neck, stopping his tongue from continuing trailing maddeningly the skin at your bloodied hand. He laughs, his eyes darkened when he looks up at you, and you cannot deny the rush of heat that look sends through you.

“I like it when you call me that.” He says, side smile still bearing the mark of your blood. You have the errant, traitorous thought to kiss the stain of blood off his lips, and because you can, because there’s no shame in lust or love, you lean down and do exactly that.

The metallic taste of your own blood on his lips makes you wonder if you could convince him to forget there’s a kingdom past your bed if only for a few hours; steal him away so he can think, taste, or feel nothing but you, so you can think, taste, or feel nothing but him.

Instead, trying to gather your wits and keep your voice even, you answer, “It is your name.”

“But you also call me ‘my King’,” He says, hand still holding yours and moving it so that he can see the wound more clearly. You keep your eyes on his profile, and find yourself startled when he suddenly looks up at you, head cocked to the side. Thankfully he doesn’t notice your eyes tracing the shape of his lips, and instead asks, “And you don’t really mean that, do you?”

You huff a laugh, “You are King of Kattegat.”

“But am I your King?” Ivar insists, eyes narrowed.

“I…” You start, stopping yourself when you realize you have no quick answer to give. You are not Viking; but you also have sworn no fealty to no king or kingdom, not since the ruse of your ‘capture’ was started. Still, you give him his answer in a soft voice, “No.”

He seems almost pleased, his smile turning more sincere when he states, “Call me by my name from now on then.”

You agree with a nod, the only answer your lips give is a smile, before you lean to speak by his ear. You will never cease to be delighted at the wonder mixed with desire that darken his eyes whenever you remind him of how much you want him.

Turns out stealing a King is way easier than you thought. You needed only a whisper in his ear and a sway of your hips.

____

“You are getting better,” The King starts that night, and you turn your attention to him with a smile. The people have months ago stopped staring at the crazy Mercian Princess, and the whispers about how happy she looks even as a captive have quietened; and for the first time since your mother died you have felt safe and comfortable. King Ivar continues, “For a Saxon.”

“You could just compliment me, you know.” You offer with a side smile.

The King uses the hand he holds in his -he always does, he always finds a way to be touching you and your hands seems to be a preference of his- to tug you closer where you sit on the bench next to him, and it is with a breathy chuckle that you find yourself pressed against his side.

He considers you for a few moments, before leaning close to your ear and whispering, so low only you can hear,

“You are a maddening woman, you know that?” His fingers intertwine with yours before he continues, “A maddening, infuriating, crazy woman. The most beautiful and fascinating woman I’ve ever met. The woman I…”

His words die, because they always do. Even if they always do, even if he has never admitted anything, even if he has never said he cares for you, or loves you; your heart still skips a beat every time you dare hope he just might.

But because you’ve grown to know him, to understand, you do not feel pain anymore. You let yourself believe he loves you when you feel his hand reaching for you in the dead of night, as if to make sure you are still there; you let yourself believe he loves you when you are the last one to open your eyes after you make love and find his eyes on you, his expression that of wonder and peace, you let yourself believe many things.

And so, you give the answer to the words he hasn’t -can’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t- say,

“I love you.”

As always, as every time you tell him of your love since that first time, Ivar’s expression softens, his shoulders drop, as if you bring relief to a part of him you don’t notice is always on edge.

Because he has his tells, and he knows by now you know of them.

And when you tell him you love him and you are alone in the safety of his -your? You don’t remember sleeping anywhere else- room, his eyes close and his lips pull into the smallest of smiles, soft and content.

And when you tell him you love him in the great hall, like now, he drops the tension in his shoulders and claims your mouth, sealing the words against his own lips as if to prove they are real, they are true.

He has his tells, and they betray that even if he does not dare say the words, he does feel the same.

____

You wake up at an absence in your bed, and missing Ivar’s warmth you sit up. You find him sitting by one of the chairs near a window, his hand by his mouth and a furrow in his brow. His eyes are intent on a map of England he keeps on a nearby table, and you realize what kept him awake without needing to hear a word.

“Word from Winchester?” You ask, getting out from under the furs but only moving to the foot of the bed, where you sit with your legs underneath you.

“Mhm. Alfred demanded proof you are safe, and the letter you sent was enough. But, since you are safe, he asks now that you are returned to him. In exchange for Lindsey.”

“Lindsey? Ivar, that’s-…”

“It’ll allow me to take over half of Mercia, I know” He doesn’t seem thrilled at the idea, even if he showed you, you don’t know how many moons ago, that having free access to that region would give him a great advantage. “And Alfred knows too. He knows what you are worth.”

And so the reminder of what this deal entails -your return- falls on your stomach like a dead weight. Of course, of course show could you forget? A Princess stolen in exchange for a ransom to be paid by those who want her back, a while of freedom bought until the offer is made, and if the offer is enough, you’ll sail back to Alfred and need another way to get away from there. One King walks away with new lands, the other with a bride.

But you remember those days spent in Winchester, before he was King, before Blaeja was Sigurd’s wife, before you were his ‘prisoner’; and you remember him asking what if he didn’t wish to return you to Alfred.

You remember that, and you remember every day since; and so you hope, and taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for the response, you ask,

“What will you do?”

He considers you in silence, with cold, calculating eyes. But with a grunt, he throws something he was holding in his hand and takes his eyes away from yours. You startle, but say nothing. You don’t think there’s much -if anything- you can say.

Tension is written all over his form, and after a few calculated breaths, he meets your eyes again.

“Marry me.”

“What!?” You squeak. He calls you a mad woman then comes up with these ideas.

But Ivar settles with calm, with certainty, in his madness. Like when you’ve seen him plan an attack, you realize he has thought of the alternatives, the outcomes. And, like in strategy, like in chess, he has certainty in what the next move must be.

He stands, using the crutch to move closer to you and sits next to you on the bed. His hand runs through your hair and settles comfortably at the back of your neck.

“I took a Princess from him, but he won’t take a Queen from me.”

“W-What are you saying?”

“They won’t make Queen of Wessex and Mercia a woman that was made wife to a Viking, much less Queen of Kattegat.”

Your heart beats madly in your ears, you feel like one of those trapped rabbits you saw the hunters bring back. You only look back at him with a knot in your stomach and wide eyes.

“And Lindsey?”

“We’ll threaten to send you in pieces if he does not send those papers, if he doesn’t concede. When he does, we’ll announce we’re married. They’ll think I stole you away and forced you, but they won’t be able to take you away, since we’ll be husband and wife.”

“In the eyes of your Gods. It will be nothing but pagan nonsense to the church. They’ll annul it, claim I was raped and so I am still fit to marry Alfred.”

And in the blink of an eye you are back in that hidden room in Winchester’s palace, sneaking thanks to Blaeja and her Prince to meet with the man that promised to steal you away; exchanging ideas and hopes on how to make this work.

“We’ll marry before their God too.”

He says it certainly, with no hesitation. He truly thinks of it all, doesn’t he?

And you wish you could say yes, you wish you could accept and finally seal your future away from England’s hands. You truly do, but…

“No,” You whisper, feeling the tears threaten at your eyes. The moment the simple word leaves your lips, you have another man standing before you. Closed off, with an edge of cruel madness shining in his gaze. “I’ll find another way. I won’t marry you for a business deal.

With a snarl of anger making his nose furrow, his jaw tighten, the King lets you go. You stand on shaky legs and walk a few steps to where he used to sit, eyeing the map of the land that saw you be born.

The land that might see you die, if they give you no choice but to return.

But Ivar calls your name, and interrupts your dark thoughts. It is the uncertainty where before there was strategy, the vulnerability where before there was confidence, the softness where before there was steel; what makes you turn to him with a new kind of tension taking over your body.

“T-Then marry me because I love you.” He whispers, a twitch in his expression speaking of how unmoored he is, how uncomfortable with the confession, with the possibilities it opens before you. With the power it gives you.

It should thrill you, to know you hold power over him. He has held power over you for so long, he has had your love for so long, it is only fair you have his heart in exchange. But the fear you see shining in his pale eyes startles you, softens you, breaks you.

So you step closer, so close he can reach up with one rough hand and set his touch at your waist -he always finds a way to be touching you, he always does- and he does, his eyes following his hand before meeting your own again.

“This is madness.” You whisper, and his lips curve into a smile, because he understands, he knows.

And the answer leaves your lips as easily as your feet jumped into that ship, and you whisper your yes against hungry lips, forgetting there’s a world past the two of you.

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So, that is it! Hope you liked it, and hope you didn’t mind the lil Persephone’s abduction imagery sprinkled about, I am way too invested in Greek mythology atm for it not to show in most of what I write lol.

Btw, Lindsey is a region in the Kingdom of Mercia, here’s a map in case you were curious :)

Would love to know what you think, and thank you so much for reading!

[babybirdgyeom]

Confessions ⇴ Jackson Wang

Summary ⇴ Jackson and you are more than friends but less than lovers. When you fly out to see him on tour he decided to finally change that.

Words ⇴ : 2.5k

Genre ⇴ a bit fluffy

Note ⇴ I didn’t proofread yet so if you found mistakes (I’m sure there are some) write me so I can change them. I also wrote this for @mithrilnen - i hope you like it and that it’s similiar to what you expected!

“Hello?”, Jackson answered his phone, his sleepy voice was obvious and you couldn’t believe he still was sleeping.

“Jackson Wang! I can’t believe you’re still asleep. I’m at the airport, we just landed. I’ll drive to yours asap, okay?”, you asked almost whining because Jackson apparently forgot that you were finally visiting him on tour.

Before he said something you heard him chuckle, the sound of it immediately making you smile too, “Mmmmh-”, he let out, still half asleep, “I’ll be waiting for you in bed. Yesterday was exhausting, I need you to come and take care of me. I’m in room 204 - right next to Jaebum’s if you want to say hi to him. But don’t take too long, I really missed you.”

You could feel yourself blushing a bit at his answer and you were truly ashamed because of that. Jackson always leaves you wondering how in the world he could make you feel like you’re in high school again and you’re not even dating him.

“Okay, sleepyhead, I’ll hurry. I’m expecting you to be awake when I arrive.”, you were smiling like an idiot and you were more than thankful that Jackson couldn’t see you because you for sure would be embarrassed and you know that he wouldn’t stop teasing you about it.

You took the first taxi that you could get and you actually felt something like butterflies in your stomach. Whatever you and Jackson were it for sure was something amazing. You weren’t lovers at all but you for sure were more than friends and you knew that from the moment you met him at Jaebum’s birthday. At first you didn’t want to go to the party because you had a rough time back then but since Jaebum has been one of your closest friends since middle school you forced yourself to go - you had very little opportunities to see him since he debuted in Got7 and you promised each other to meet as often as you could.

As a result to that promise this little thing that couldn’t be quite labeled between you and Jackson started - and is still going on.

On the way to your hotel you wrote Jaebum to ask if you should come visit him before you go over to Jackson’s room but knowing Jaebum he was probably also still asleep after they had a concert yesterday night.

When you arrived in front of the hotel for some reason your heart was beating fast and you couldn’t help but feel nervous. It was your first time flying out to see Jackson, and of course Jaebum, but secretly everyone knew the real reason you traveled the long way - it was definitely because you wanted to see Jackson again and he also wanted to see you.

Just as you entered the door of the extreme large building your phone vibrated and you found a message from Jackson.

[16:20, Jackson]: how do you manage to still look as amazing even after such a long flight? you’re truly something different. teach me please.

You raised your eyebrow in confusion at his text message until you finally looked up from your phone to see no one else than Jackson waiting for you in the lobby. As soon as your eyes met his smile grew big and the look in his eyes turned soft immediately.

He was the first one to break the stare and within seconds you were in Jackson’s arms, his one hand in your hair, pushing your head close to his and his lips on yours, leaving you unable to move or think straight. Even though you and Jackson kissed each other before you never did it in public - not even in front of the rest of the members. Since Jackson was not just no one he always needed to take care of what he did in public and in other circumstances you definitely would have hit him and told him to be careful but you were weak and you didn’t want to let go.

“(y/n)”, he said, a smaller smile on his face now, you could’ve sworn he even was a bit breathless, “follow me.”, he took your luggage and you thought about telling him that you could actually carry it yourself but you knew that he’d insist on carrying it anyway.

In the elevator Jackson was more quiet than usual and you were quiet confused at his strange behavior - kissing you in front of everyone and then being quite when you’re alone was actually the exact other way around of what he’d usually act like.

“Hey, Jackson, is something wrong?”, you asked a bit worried when the two of you got out of the elevator.

He looked at you, his facial expression unable to read, first he looked slighty strained and then his features relaxed, he let out a deep sigh and smiled at you, taking your hand in his, “just follow me, okay?”

And so you did - his room wasn’t far away from the elevator and you were a bit dissapointed when he let go off your hand. You whined a bit at the loss of contact which Jackson noticed.

“Don’t worry we can cuddle all you want in any second. Come in.”, he said going inside his room, you following him - until you stopped to look around, not knowing how to respond to what was happening.

The whole room was lit up by candles and there was a big bouquet of flowers on the table in the middle of the room.

You looked over to Jackson, unable to close your mouth again. “I certainly was not expecting this.”, you said in shock but let out a little laughter after that.

Jackson reached out for your hand and you gladly gave it to him, following him to the big bed that was freshly made. He sat down and he fastly placed his hands on your waist, making you stand in front him, between his legs. “Do you like it?”

Your hands found his face and you gave him a small kiss, “Jackson I’m very confused but I for sure like it.”, you admitted.

He let out a laugh, a real one. His laughs with you were always real - the typical Jackson way: high pitched and with happiness all over his face. “How are you confused by this? What did you expect?”

“Honestly nothing.”, you said to him, still very surprised, “How should I have known? Why would you do that?”, you asked him, not realizing how harsh this could’ve sounded. You definitely were not used to someone doing stuff like this just because you visit them.

“Why I would do that?”, he asked in a playful offended tone, “You’re coming all the way here to see me and you really think I didn’t prepare anything for you? I’m truly dissapointed, (y/n).”, the laugh at the end of the sentence making sure he was really just teasing you.

You were still standing between Jackson’s legs but you decided to lay down in the bed beside Jackson - that’s all you could think about for the last few days. Just being in bed, right beside him again.

When he saw what you were doing he immediately joined you - his head resting on his hand as he turned to you, looking you straight in the eyes. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard this morning. I really would like to begin every day like that.”

Things were definitely going a new way, one you didn’t know before. The two of you always acted like a couple - kissing, cuddling and holding hands, watching netflix the whole day or going out to eat together. But he for sure never talked about his feelings with you, it was almost something like a taboo. You both knew as soon as you started discussing what you feel for each other you would give the other one the opportunity to hurt you and even though you trusted him, it was a big step.

Jackson saw that you were a bit overwhelmed with the situation and you saw a slightly worried look on his face. “Am I being too much?”

You let out a small chuckle and your hand found his, playing with it lightly, “No not at all. I love being showered in affection.”, you gave him small wink and scrunched your nose a bit to look cute which had his effect on Jackson - he let out a small but loud squeaking noise and his leg found its way between yours. 

“Okay.”, he said, giving your lips a small peck, “because today I am not going to stop. This tour is really stressing me out, some days I completely forget to eat or other times I run on three hours of sleep only.”, he swallowed hard and you were certain that it wasn’t easy to talk about that for him, “we all have a hard time, we are overworking ourselves and sometimes we could seriously kill each other because we have not much time to calm down and relax. But in the last days I realized something, I have something that the others don’t have: I have someone I genuinely like. At the end of the day I might have forgotten to eat or am too tired to take a shower even though I really could need one - but I never forget or am too tired to write you at the end of the day and I’m very thankful for that.”

Now you were the one who had to swallow. Your eyes were glued on Jackson’s lips, trying to focus on every single word he just said but you weren’t ready to process them yet, “Jackson, are you saying that-”

Before you could ask him, you felt his lips on yours but this time it was more soft than ever before. His hand was running down your waist to your legs and back up, his eyes glued to yours after the kiss, somehow managing to calm your beating heart down. “I am saying that my schedule is very messy and full of Got7 stuff and I know that if I would be reasonable I wouldn’t even start this whole conversation but (y/n)..”, his eyes closed for a second, he for sure was as nervous as you even though you both know how this would end, “I don’t want to be reasonable anymore. I want to spend every moment that I can, even though you deserve more, with you.”

You had to admit that his words calmed you down, finally knowing that he does feel the same way you do. The smile on your lips grew wider as you decided to tease Jackson a bit. “Jackson Wang, are you saying you’re in love with me?”, you said playfully - his soft but concentrating expression transforming into a chuckle and you could see that he was thankful for you loosing up the mood. 

“Oh (y/n), I couldn’t take my eyes off you since you walked into Jaebum’s party two years ago. The red velvet dress you wore left me speechless and to this day it’s still a miracle to me that I somehow got your attention. You could’ve had anyone, you know that, right?”, his eyes were almost sparkling when he mentioned your first meeting.

He still knew what dress you were wearing on the night you first met. A cliche and if anyone else would’ve told you that you for sure wouldn’t think it was charming at all but with Jackson it was something different. It always was.

“It’s cute that you think I could’ve had anyone.”, you laughed and shook your head at his charming words, “I had no idea you were interested in me since then. What took you so long?”

“Seriously?”, he asked, wanting to know if you were still being flirty or if you had general interest to an answer. It surprised you that he had an answer to your rhetorical question, Your eyes shot him a questioning glance and he immediately answered, “I thought you and Jaebum had something going on and at first I didn’t want to butt in. When he told me that you two had no interest in each other I wasn’t too sure if I should make a move on you because I didn’t know if I could handle being rejected.”, after that he let out a laugh, “Good thing you made a move on me, I guess.”

You just laid there for a bit, a few kisses and cuddles were shared and you clearly were both just enjoying the moment. You continued like this for about 20 minutes, even though it felt like hours.

“(y/n)?”, Jackson asked and you opened your eyes to look at him. His face was nearer now and you put your hand on his cheek, letting out a small ‘mhh’ as respond.

“I’m your boyfriend now. Alright?”, he asked you and you let out a laugh. It sounded so rough and unsure compared to all the sweet things he told you earlier, as if this question was the hard one.

“I’m fine with that. What are we gonna do now as official boy- and girlfriend?”

“Hm. Netflix?”, he asked while yawning.

“Sounds amazing. But maybe I should say hello to Jaebum first.”, you said, wanting to get up but Jackson stopped you before you could.

“You’re not leaving now. Jaebum can wait, for the next few hours I need your undivided attention.”

[artificialqueens]

DEBTS (Shalaska) - Pumpkin

A/N: Hi! I’m Pumpkin and this is my first fanfic ever! As some of you were missing Shalaska I wrote this, and I hope you like it. It’s a one-shot and they are themselves, cis boys. It’s not a masterpiece and you might spot some mistakes as English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance. My main purpose for writing this is just for you to enjoy it and have a good time, that’s all! 

TW: Alcohol, sex

“Laskyyy” Aaron said, at the other side of the phone.“Shanon Noodles!” Exclaimed the younger queen, clearly surprised. “What’s up?”

Aaron looked at the ceiling while taking a big breath. “I wanted to ask you for something” he said, misteriously. Justin didn’t know what to think. It had been 3 years since their break up and they got along very well, but they haven’t really spoken for 3 months since their last show together, and now Aaron was being all intriguing. “Go ahead” Justin simply said. “I need money.” Aaron took courage and kept going. “I’m making a new video for one of my songs”. The telephone went silent for a second, before Justin confidently said: “Sure! How much do you need?”

“Mmm about $5000?” Aaron said, biting his lip. He knew that money wasn’t really THAT much for Justin, who had just won All Stars 2, but he felt a bit guilty anyway.

“It’s ok, I’ll give it to you as soon as we meet! It’s impossible to hang with you these days, Miss Needles!” Justin admited, and Aaron’s heart melt thinking about Justin wanting to spend time with him. He did too. He missed Justin too much.

“I want to see you too Lasky! But It’ll have to wait, I’m in Pittsburgh right now. If you could send it to me…” Aaron started to say. “Via Paypal, before taxes. $5000 to Miss Sharon Needles” He finished, and both of them laughed.

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*1 month later*

Aaron had just arrived to L.A airport, a pale long figure with blond hair surrounded by tanned bodies. He had to do this more and more often every year, and he was thinking about leaving his beloved Pittsburgh and moving to this unreal city called Los Angeles. He was waiting for the bus, a cigarette in one hand, the black suitcase in the other, when his phone started to ring. “Fuck” He said surprised, as he threw his cigarrette to the floor.

“Hieeee” A very familiar voice said. “Dieeee” Aaron replied, knowing that Justin would love it. “I’ve just arrived to your city!”

“I know! It’s cloudy, and it’s never cloudy in here, so i knew it was you and your witchcraft!” Justin said and both of them laughed. “Would you like to come to my place tomorrow? I want to show you my new appartment. Jeremy is in here too, and he misses you a lot.”

Aaron thought about Jeremy, the couple’s best friend when they were still together. Now, they rarely saw eachother, but he missed him. “Sounds good! 8 p.m?”

“Great. Check your phone, I’ve sent you my address. See you tomorrow, Aaron. Bye!” Justin felt butterflies in his stomach, as the call ended and Jeremy, who was just behind him, punched him playfully in the arm.

“Jeremy misses you a lot” Scoffed Jeremy imitating Justin. “Of course i do, i love Aaron, but why didn’t you just tell him the truth: Miss Needles, i jerk off thinking about you!” He couldn’t stop laughing.

“Shut up!” Justin said, a bit upset. “I do NOT jerk off thinking about him!” Justin lied, as confidently as he could.

“Sure, Jan…” Said Jeremy, still giggling a little.

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*The next day*

Aaron hadn’t been able to stop for a minute since he came to L.A. Filming videos for World of Wonder, buying 3 new wigs in his favourite shop, and even having a small gig in a pub. He was looking forward to go to Justin’s. Not only he would be able to finally relax, but he also wanted to see Justin, to hug him, to hear him laugh. He missed him like crazy. His Pittsburgh house was lonely without him, and Cerrone, the cat that became the couple’s child, wasn’t as cheerful as he used to. Not to mention that Aaron had no boyfriend and fucking with strangers twice a month wasn’t really his dream.

Aaron started to remember his relationship with Justin, how happy they were in Pittsburgh, having almost no money, but loving eachother to death. Almost everyday they would have a gig at the Blue Moon, the local bar. And almost everyday they would get drunk and wasted, and fuck, sometimes not even getting out of drag. Sex with Justin was great, the greatest Aaron had ever had. Aaron was snapped out of his thoughts when his Uber arrived, and he went to his hotel to get ready for Justin.

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“What do you mean that you have the flu?” Justin asked unbelievingly.

“Sorry Justin” Jeremy coughed “Tell Aaron I miss him, and that I hope we can hang out next time! Love you” Jeremy hung up the phone.

Justin was nervous. Without Jeremy there, it’d totally look like if it was a date. He should call Aaron and tell him Jeremy wasn’t going to be there. “He might not come if I tell him” Justin thought. After considering it for a while, Justin decided to let it flow. They would be ok. Just two old friends talking about life. It was not like Aaron still loved him, he was the only stupid to still think about him every night, even in his most intimate moments, he thought.

He went to his bedroom and tried on several outfits. He chose some skinny blue jeans and a Sharon Needles black t-shirt. After all, he was and always had been her no.1 fan.

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*That evening*

Aaron was standing in front of the door of Justin’s appartment. He had arrived some minutes ago, his cigarette finished, but he wasn’t able to knock. He didn’t know that, at the other side of the wall, Justin was nervously waiting for him on the couch. Aaron tried to calm himself. He was a self-confident person, and he had known Justin for lots of years, but seeing him after so many months made his heart pump faster than he could believe. Now, Justin was a crowned queen too, just like himself. He took a deep breath, and knocked the door. Two seconds later, it opened, revealing Justin’s slim figure.

“Fuck he looks so good” Was Aaron’s first thought, as he realized that Justin was wearing a t-shirt of Sharon and that he looked prettier and healthier than ever. Almost all his brown hair was gathered in a big curl on his forehead. His big blue eyes looked at Aaron so open and sparkly that he felt like fainting. His smile was bright and perfect, surrounded by plump lips that Aaron did not recognize from the last time they kissed, but he looked great with botox anyway. After all, who was him to judge? He was pumped with silicone too.

“AARON!” Justin threw himself into Aaron’s arms, a little too eagerly, and they hugged for what felt like a much needed forever, hiding their faces in eachother’s neck crook, smelling the other’s well-known scent. Aaron smelled like expensive perfume and cigs, Justin like clean clothes and lemonade. “Justin!” Said Aaron, stopping the hug and holding his hands tightly.

Justin looked at Aaron. He was wearing his “I love Elvira” t-shirt that they once shared. God, that t-shirt was old as fuck, and even had a few holes in it, but he was hot. His black jeans were tight and skinny, leaving nothing to imagination. He looked like a sexy punk rock superstar. His blond hair perfectly brushed to the side with brilliantine, his eyes too blue and deep to be real, but his pink lips were the part that Justin couldn’t stop looking at. “He’s just got better with time”, Justin thought.

Aaron cleared his throat and finally said: “Are you letting me in or what, silly?”

“Sorry, i’m just so happy you’re here” He apologized, and closed the door after Aaron.

“Wow, it’s beautiful! I love it.” Aaron commented looking at everywhere in the appartment. “If i lived here, the curtains would be mauve and not blue, but i like it anyway”

“Thank you” Justin said shyly.

“I wanted to say congrats for winning All Stars 2. I know i tweeted you, but it’s not the same, you know. I know it was your dream, and I still remember when you came back from season 5, so dissapointed because Jinkx won. I knew you would eventually win, you’re now a true star, it was your time now.” Aaron said, now directly looking at Justin, who was avoiding looking at him.

“Thank you, Aaron. You’re the only one who knows my struggle for this. I’ve accomplished my dream, even if now i’m the queen of snakes” They laughed as Justin imitated snakes with his arms.

“So…Uhm, when is Jeremy joining us?” Aaron tried to break the ice, as after the rush of emotions in the greetings, they were trying to restrain themselves for being too close.

“He’s not coming. He has the flu, he called me this morning” Justin said, and Aaron raised and eyebrow. They both knew that Jeremy was perfectly fine, and this was just a strategy to let them alone, but no one commented it. “He told me to tell you he misses you and wants to see you, though”

“I’m sorry… I hope he’s ok” Aaron wasn’t really interested in Jeremy, he was thinking about what the fuck were him and Justin going to do all alone and just being two mature friends, but Justin fixed it: “Want a beer?” The brunette said.

“Bitch it’s been months since we don’t see eachother and you offer me a beer?!” Aaron said giggling, trying to sound offended.

“Okay, okay, I’ll bring Vodka” Said Justin laughing at Aaron being goofy.

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*2 hours later*

“I swear, Monique took my fucking hand, and pushed it inside her vagina! She was very proud of her bottom surgery”

Justin couldn’t stop laughing at Aaron’s stories, that he had been telling all evening. “You can’t be serious! It’s too much even for her!” Justin said.

“It’s for real! It happened while we were dating, and i told you! But maybe you have forgotten.” said Aaron, but it sounded a bit harsh and both of them felt the tension. They were definitely drunk, after two bottles of booze just for themselves.

After a long silence, Justin conffessed “You know, this is my first alcoholic drink since the day we broke up” Aaron’s mouth dropped wide open. While he had been drinking to forget Justin (or at least, he tried), Justin was being sober because their last argument was caused by alcohol. “So, i’m not feeling very well. It’s not like i’m gonna puke or anything, i’m just feeling a bit dizzy” Justin finished.

“It’s ok, I’ll take care of you” Aaron said, tenderness in his voice. He got closer to Justin in the couch. He moved to the side Justin’s curl and looked him straight at the eyes. Justin shivered as there had been years since he lost himself in Aaron’s perfect blue eyes. He felt at home, but at the same time he knew he wanted (needed!) more. When Aaron softly caressed his chin, he made a little sound of enjoyment. He tilted his head to his hand, and Aaron let him do it. Aaron loved when Justin was so pure and adorable.

Suddenly, Justin moved off, and took Aaron’s big and veiny hand in his own. “We can’t do this. You’re my soulmate, and I’ve been trying to convince myself that i only needed you as a friend for years” Justin looked like he was about to cry. “It still hurts though”

Aaron looked at Justin. As Alaska, he was stronger and more powerful everyday. As Justin, he still was the shy, fragile boy that Aaron dated for 4 years. “Come here” The older guy said, motioning with his arms for a hug. Justin threw himself to Aaron’s arms, but eventually rested his head on Aaron’s chest. He smelled the blond’s attractive scent and it exasperated Justin. He also felt his heartbeat, a bit faster than usual, even if Sharon liked to say that she was dead and she didn’t really have a pulse.

“Shh, it’ll be okay pumpkin” Aaron used their sweet old nickname. “I’m here with you” He felt Justin finally sobbing on his chest and hugged him tightly. He eventually passed out, with tears running down his face, and Aaron took him in his arms and carried him to bed.

“There’s no way i’m staying” He thought.

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*Next morning*

Justin blinked a few times before opening his eyes. He felt the hangover. He remembered everything, but his last memory was Aaron hugging him in the middle of the night. He quickly turned around, but all he found at the other side of the bed were $5000.“Shit…” He said, burying his face in his hands. Maybe Aaron sleeping with him was just a dream that he had during his drunkenness. After last night, he felt so deeply in love with him as when they were together as a couple. The blond’s laugh echoed inside Justin’s head, making the headache even worse, but a smile formed in his lips.

“Sleeping beauty is up!” Aaron said cheerfully entering the bedroom. All he was wearing were some boxers with the word ‘BOO!’ printed on them. Spooky.

“Fuck” Justin mumbled, loud enough for Aaron to hear him, devouring the older man’s pale and skinny body with his eyes. He was so slim, but Justin himself was too, so they looked good together. His messy hair, flat torso and the hair under his belly button made Justin weak. He swallowed, not finding the right words. “G-good morning Aaron” He said.

“Good morning!” Aaron said with a smirk, getting closer to the bed and stroking Justin’s head.“How are you feeling, pumpkin?”

“Horribleee” Answered Justin, lenghtening the word exaggeratedly as he was used to do. “Thank you for taking care of me last night” He said while daring to look at Aaron once more, who was so close that he could just grab him and put him on the bed for indecent purposes.

“You’re welcome. It brought me so many memories of our old hungovers… By the way, i left there the $5000 i owe you. I thought that you would not be awake when I would leave, but I’m glad you are.” Aaron looked at Justin and he felt happiness. The brunette was looking at him as if he was an angel, a big smile on his face, even if he was a bit hungover still. “We need to talk, Lasky”

Justin sighed. “Listen, Aaron, you know i love you, but…”

Aaron crawled to the other side of the bed like a cat and sit by Justin’s side. “But what?” The blond asked. Justin gulped, feeling Aaron’s presence dangerously close.

“We can’t… we almost kill eachother the last time.” Justin said while looking at Aaron’s eyes, lips, and body respectively. His mouth said one thing, but his mind and heart wanted another one, much more interesting.

“A broken lip and a bruised eye isn’t that much…” Aaron lied. He grabbed Justin by his shoulders and faced the true love of his life. “I need you, and want you, all the time, babe. I miss you and these years without you have been shit.” Before he could react, Justin felt Aaron’s soft, full lips against his own and his hands softly resting around his neck. He responded to the needy kiss, nibbling Aaron’s bottom lip a little. Aaron sat on his lap and he impulsively cupped the blond’s butt. Justin took advantage of Aaron’s parted lips and their tongues met for the first time in 3 years, so passionate that they weren’t really breathing. They couldn’t get enough from eachother, embracing and kissing like if they wanted the last three years of their lives to come back. They panted in eachother’s mouth.

“You’re my favourite person to wear my tee, but not now” Aaron said with greedy eyes before taking it off. After all, he was only wearing boxers while Justin was totally dressed from the previous day, it was not fair. He admired Justin’s perfect torso and muscular arms for some seconds, caressing him with his fingers.

“Are we REALLY doing this?” Justin said a bit worried, as Aaron licked his ear and neck, making him hot. “It’s just a Kai Kai” Aaron whispered in his ear, and Justin’s cock twitched in his pants, remembering the last time Aaron blew him on stage to that song. He really wanted that, he didn’t care anymore about the past, Aaron couldn’t leave LA without making love with him one last time.

“You’re kind of muscular, Lasky” Aaron said amused while tracing down a path of kisses and little bites on his chest, finally finding his nipples. Aaron knew Justin’s body as well as his own, so when he bit and licked Justin’s right nipple while pinching the other, he wasn’t surprised at Justin’s cries of pure pleasure. Aaron was getting hard under his boxer, hearing Justin in bed really turned him on, and the facial expressions of the younger man didn’t help either.

“Don’t stop, Aaron!” Were the only real words that the brunette shouted, among many other unintelligible sounds. Aaron felt a big bulge against his stomach and decided it was time to take Justin’s pants off. Once they were both in boxers, Aaron started to feel his lover’s member through the fabric, very slowly and softly, making Justin whimper in desperation. Finally, the blond pulled off the other man’s briefs and his erection sprang free.

“You can’t imagine how i’ve missed this lil’ man” Aaron confessed with lustful eyes before putting it in his mouth. Justin was too aroused to feel embarassed by the dirty words and he let out a yell when he felt Aaron’s lips around him. All he could see was a messy amount of hair going up and down on his lenght, pleasure blurring his vision. Eventually, Aaron let out some muffled sounds that indicated he was enjoying it too, because he really was. He always had worshipped Justin’s cock and he loved staring at Justin’s face while making love. His right hand rubbed the younger man’s balls, and soon he tasted salty precum. Justin was really close, the hands desperately pulling on his lover’s hair and semi-closed eyes making it clear. Aaron’s erection was so huge and hard by now that it hurted.

“Not yet, baby” Aaron said moving away from his cock and eagerly kissing Justin. Justin knew it was his turn now, but he really wanted to, as fucking Aaron was close to fucking a God. Aaron was kneeling on the bed, while Justin was resting by the headboard. His palm caressed the blond’s torso, who shivered in anticipation. His hands finally found the waistband of the boxers, and he pulled him closer, but he looked one last time to Aaron and said: “I love you. I fucking love you. I can’t forget our story, i will never be able to be with someone else. You’re my soulmate, i want you to be with me forever” Tiny tears formed in his beautiful eyes, and the same happened with Aaron’s.

“You know i feel the same, lil pumpkin. I’m madly in love with you. You’re my boy and having to be without you all these years has been like hell. I only want our old life back.”

They leant and kissed ferociously, like if it was their last kiss, mouths and lips searching eachother. The “Boo!” boxers flew to the floor of the room and Justin stared at Aaron’s perfect dick throbbing against his stomach. He always had thought that it was perfect, so big and pink. Justin wrapped the hand around it and pumped him up and down, before engulfing all his lenght down his throat. Aaron’s breath went wild and small moans left his mouth, before whispering “Shit, Justin”. The vein on the underside of his cock pulsating. Justin’s tongue twirled around the head, playfully, and his eyes fixed in Aaron’s.

The sight was too much for the older man who locked his hands in Justin’s curls, panting heavily. Justin managed to take it all until the back of his throat, totally satisfying Aaron. Then, he moved to carefully suck his balls.“You play dirty” Aaron whispered with a smirk but Justin barely heard it.

Justin knew all his weak points too, and he was bringing Aaron closer to the edge. “Pumpkin… Stop” Aaron said, not too convinced himself. Justin ignored him while deepthroating him once more. “Justin” The blond sighed, but Justin was enjoying it too much. “Stop, Justin” he finally repeated, as firmly but gently as he could.

As soon as Aaron moved him off his dick, Justin got on his fours, all ready for his lover. Aaron buried his face in Justin’s ass and licked his tight pink hole carefully, earning a groan from Justin. Aaron played a bit more with him before pushing two fingers inside. Justin squirmed in pleasure but then looked over his shoulder and said: “Damn it, Aaron, just fuck me already!” The blond wasn’t going to complain about that. He saw Justin open the first drawer and take out the lube. He covered himself in lube and spread some into Justin’s rim. Then, he positioned himself, grabbing Justin’s hips tightly.

“Are you ready, baby?” Aaron asked, all caring. “I’ve been ready for this for three years” The brunette answered, almost in a funny way, but really meaning it. Aaron slowly pushed himself inside Justin, letting the younger man adjust to his size, both moaning already.

“Baby, you’re tight” Aaron said, rocking back and forth. “Mmm” was all that Justin could say in that moment, the pleasure taking over his nerves.

And then, things went wild. The thrusts became faster and harder, and the headboard of the bed hit the wall again and again. The sounds leaving their mouths were more animal than human. Aaron observed Justin’s back muscles tense with every push, and Justin sometimes stole a glance at Aaron, who was biting his lip with lust in the sexiest way possible. Aaron lovingly caressed his lover’s back, earning a shiver from Justin, as he said “Turn around”

Justin did as he was asked for and carefully turned so they were facing eachother closer, much closer. Aaron slipped down between the younger man’s long legs and placed sweet pecks on his lips. Their hips fitted perfectly together, their tummies and chests made contact and Justin entwined his legs around the blond, their bodies becoming one. The new position caught off guard the brunette, who suddenly felt Aaron slowly hitting his sweet spot, and he rolled the eyes to the back of his head in pleasure. Moans left his mouth and Aaron kissed and licked his jawline, then sucking on his neck until hickeys were all over.

Aaron could feel his lover’s pulsating cock pressed between their bellies becoming harder everytime he pushed deeper into Justin’s prostate. The older man let out a dreamy gasp, Justin tightness was always too much for him. Justin caressed his chest and arms, running his fingers over his Tammy Faye’s tattoo. “You’re perfect Noodles” he said. Aaron felt his cheeks burning, he was blushing for the first time in years. “Not as much as you, baby” He said, really thinking that Justin’s blue eyes and wild curls were much more attrative than himself.

Aaron abused Justin’s prostate some more while gently placing pecks on his lips, until the brunette said, tears of pleasure forming in his eyes: “Aaron, I- I’m…”

“I know, Pumpkin” Aaron said, and leant to kiss him, softly biting on his lower lip. Justin came shouting Aaron’s name. Tears were rolling down his eyes, his body hadn’t been worshipped this way since too long. Aaron felt his lover’s cum between their tummies and Justin clenching around him, and it was all he needed to come too. He whispered Justin’s name but ended up angrily shouting it. He had tears in his eyes too, but these ones were caused by the rage of all these years without eachother. Then he fell on top of Justin, who embraced him and kissed his forehead.

Aaron didn’t even pull out of Justin, his head resting on the brunette’s chest, panting heavily, while Justin played with his blond locks. When his breathing became normal again, he started caressing Justin’s chest and asked: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Justin couldn’t help but laugh. Aaron being interested in him having a boyfriend while his dick was still inside him was ironic. “No! Why?” He chuckled. The blond raised his head, smiled, and said “Good, cos I’m moving here next week” Justin face lit up with hapiness and he kissed the love of his life once more. The royal couple was back again, and this time it was doubly regal.