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starillusion13 · 2 months

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Hi!!! can I request a poly pirate ateez x reader fic? they chose another girl over her and betray her but they regret and chase her back but the reader doesn’t forgive so easily

Pirate’s Heart

Pairing: Ateez! ot8 x fem! reader

• Genre: Angst, Pirate, Mature

• Warnings: crying, misunderstanding, betrayal, choosing someone else, trusting a stranger, false accusations, lies [plz tell me if I have missed something] also oc doesn't forgive easily coz they chose someone else. Come on bfr, I’m searching for you girl.

• W.C: 5k (it’s not how I thought it to be)

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated. I tried to put more emotions into it but still I know it’s not how I wanted. I don’t know what to add more into this.

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Eight men laughing all around the room and a girl sulking in the corner, sitting on a wooden stool beside the youngest man among them. he pats her back and trying to hold back his laughter.

“Mina…it’s okay.”

“No! you all betrayed me yesterday and I was alone roaming around the market.”

Jongho looks over at the captain who is grinning widely across from the old wooden table when he spoke up, “we were just busy with some things of ours.”

“Things?” she whines, “you all were trying to find her. Why? She can find her way back to the ship.”

You hiss to her words and mentally scoff from outside the room. But the surprising fact is that. They followed you? You don’t think that something about you even matter to them. Maybe, they don’t care if you had been attacked by their enemy. They were only following you to keep an eye, if you are not betraying behind their back.

“and you could have flirted more.” You mutter under your breath.

You hear captain’s voice and your feet scoot closer towards the dark wooden door. Tears pooling in your eyes. When was the last time he laughed with you? Or any of them spent a little time with you?

“That’s not true. You are familiar to this place but she has never been to here.” The captain stated and Seonghwa nods slowly which made her scowl.

I shouldn’t have ever stepped to this place. Your life has become upside-down after stepping a foot on this land and then suddenly Mina stumbling in your way. You still hate this from last year when she snatched your lovers.

“still…” she whines and you cringe at her tone. Yunho got up and cups her cheek, “next time, we will go to the market with you. Promise.” He brings a grape to her lips and she happily eat it. They all cooed and laughed at her cuteness.

Their laughs pierced your heart which made the tears flow down your cheeks and so you ran away from the door---behind which lies a lot of secrets.

It sounds like you're feeling hurt or disappointed because someone you liked chose someone else over you. This is really tough to deal with. It's important to remember that everyone has their own preferences and reasons for making choices, and it doesn't necessarily reflect on your worth as a person but it's not caused by some certain person.

It's about your lovers. The eight pirates who once vowed to give you a family, the love you deserve and pledged their loyalty towards you.

But now, it’s all gone.

They have turned their back to you, never glancing at the most treasured gem of theirs---their heart.

Their Y/n.

Their only Aurora.

>>>> <<<<

In the azure expanse of the Sea, where the sun dancing upon the waves like golden fire and the salty breeze whispering secrets of the deep, there you stood upon the deck of the ship. The locks swaying with the light wind and your eyes closed, facing towards the sun.

Once where existed—a tale of love. Now, it’s all about betrayal and redemption, woven amidst the tumultuous seas and treacherous shores.

In the heart of the sea, you have always dreamed of adventure beyond the horizon, of a life filled with excitement and romance. Even if you stood in front of the danger, you had a smile adorning your face with the strong belief that you have the most powerful and fearful pirates of the sea with you and nothing can ever put you nine down.

But all the hopes are gone now.

Little did you know in your childhood that your destiny would intertwine with that of eight notorious pirates whose names echoed through the taverns and harbors of the sea --- The Ateez.

Led by their enigmatic captain, Kim Hongjoong was feared and revered in equal measure, their ship, the Blue Bird, striking fear into the hearts of merchants and sailors alike.

But beneath their fearsome exterior lay hearts yearning for something more—a love that transcended the boundaries of the sea. Your love.

It was on a moonlit night, with the stars twinkling like diamonds in the sky, when your path first crossed with that of the Ateez. As you walked along the deserted shores of Halazia, your thoughts lost in the gentle rhythm of the waves, you stumbled upon a sight that would change your life forever.

There, stranded upon the sands, lay a man---a pirate surrounded by seven other figures, his clothes torn and his face etched with pain. Without hesitation, you rushed to his side, heart racing with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

To your surprise, the man stirred, his eyes flickering open to reveal a gaze as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself. It was none other than Captain Hongjoong, his aura of danger and intrigue drawing you like a moth to a flame.

“People fear me a lot but I don’t want you to fear me. I’m not scared to lose anything but you.”

In that moment, amidst the crashing waves and the swirling mist, a connection sparked between you both—a connection that defied reason and logic, binding your fates together in ways you could never have imagined. His sea brothers, whom he gathered and grew up together with from the beginning pledged their loyalty to you.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself drawn deeper into the world of the pirate Ateez, your bond with Captain and the crew growing stronger with each passing day. Seonghwa, the Quatermaster was always the one to accompany you whenever the captain was not around and the bonding grew into more intimate. His soft and comforting smile with the warmth of his skin against yours was enough for you to feel at home.

“love, we will always run to each other if we feel threatened. Your love is the strongest weapon to me.” He said and smiled down at you in his arms.

The cook who was also the head Rigger, Wooyoung was the playful menace of the crew and even though, you felt scared by others, he would be the one to grab your hand and run away to the vast fields or cuddling with each other on top, the crowsnest. Sometimes, the surgeon of the ship, Yeosang would also tag along with you both.

“I never had more fun spending time here but with you, I don’t want this to end any day.” You smiled towards the Rigger and nodded.

The surgeon planted his feet on the wood and left the rope’s grip, “I should agree too. Nothing can cure me more than your love, Y/n.”

You feared the first mate and the pilot, Yunho. His intimidating stare and the fire glinting in his eyes with a flick of curiosity to know if you were a stowaway on the ship made him distant with you but once when you risked your life for his. He became determined since that day that he would be the one in charge for your safety.

“I can risk everything to save you, pearl. You are the precious gem to me.” he cups your cheek before placing a kiss on your lips.

Mingi, the gunner was always the one to approach you with a welcoming aura but the weapons with him scared you at first. Eventually, when you spent nights with him, sharing deepest secrets, he knew your heart has been kept safe with him.

“you made me feel emotions which I didn’t know I could ever feel. Thank you, y/n.”

Jongho, the sailing master. You have watched him from afar while spending time with others but never once tried to approach him because of his cold appearance. You doubted his personality whenever you had caught a glimpse of his gummy smile. Once, when he was directing the other mates on the ship, you found out that Yeosang was also the navigator of the cabin crew. Yunho would always be with these two to ensure the perfect course of the journey.

“Jongho…you must be tired.” Your concerned voice made him smile towards you.

“never. I can’t ever be tired when I’m with you. You are my greatest strength.”

In the end, San, the striker and helmsman was the one who gave you the warmth in the ocean of coldness. His piercing eyes following each and every movement of yours around the ship was enough to feel you under watch. He was always hiding behind the darkness but one day when you risked your life for them, he stood under the spotlight to kill every individual who pointed their swords at you, even a single finger.

“even if I look back for once, I would look back at you before killing everyone who dared to point a finger.” He hugged you tighter.

He was the last one to fall in love with you but first one to accuse you. The days can’t be always be smooth and peaceful, just like the waves in the sea bed. Once, its silent then in the next moment it would be a roaring storm thrashing around.

Similarly, lurking in the shadows of your burgeoning romance was a darkness that threatened to tear you apart—a darkness in the form of another woman.

Driven by jealousy and vengeance, Mina vowed to destroy everything the Ateez held dear, starting with their heart--- you. And so, with her wiles and charms, she ensnared the affections of the eight pirates who had once pledged their love and loyalty to you.

One by one, they fell under her spell, their emotions wavering in the face of Mina's deceit. And though you fought with all her strength to reclaim their love, your efforts were in vain, for the pirates had chosen someone else—a betrayal that cut deeper than any sword.

>>>> <<<<

But, one fateful day, as you stood upon the deck of the pirate ship bound for distant lands, a familiar sight caught your eye—a merchant’s ship, its sails billowing in the wind, its bow cutting through the waves like a knife through butter.

“y/n…what are you doing?”

His voice made you flinch but still your attention on the merchant ship in distance didn’t waver. You gripped the railing tightly to fight back the weakness in front of him. his heavy boots hit against the wooden plank and the creaking sounds made shiver run down your skin.

When was the last time he called your name?

“I don’t know where she is. Go ask others.” Your reply was cold and he nodded to himself before stepping closer. As the two ships drew closer, your eyes followed the waves when you suddenly turned around and glared, “stop right there.”

He stopped in his track.

You felt a surge of emotions coursing through your veins—fear, anger, longing. But above all else, there was hope—a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, the tides of fate had finally turned in your favour.

No one has ever dared to command anything to the captain except Seonghwa. Maybe you as well. As if by some twist of fate, today Captain has appeared before you, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. You stood on your spot strong, with the fire in your eyes towards him.

"Y/n" he said, his voice a low rumble that echoed in the depths of your soul. "I am asking about you not her."

For a moment, you were speechless, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening. Could it be true? Could he still harbor feelings for you after all this time?

“because you can’t find her anywhere and thinking it’s something has to do with me.” your emotionless tone was pinching his skin. He licked his lips, staring at you with a hope to listen your sweet words. Your eyes wandered around and you felt odd. No one was in the sight and the ship was undoubtedly quiet. But when your eyes landed on the round stairs from the master cabin, you saw other seven figures descending down towards the plank where you stood with the captain.

Before you could formulate a response, Hongjoong took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "I know I have wronged you, y/n" he said, his eyes brimming with sincerity.

Why is he suddenly saying all these?

You snatched your hand from his grip and glared, the same look you sent towards the others when they approached near, “Why are you all here?” you again looked around, you leaned forward towards the railing to peek below, “where are the men and other workers? What’s going on?”

Seonghwa stood closer than others, “we sent them to collect all our necessary items for the journey.”

“Journey?”

“tomorrow before the dawn, we are leaving for Utopia.”

“and where is she?”

This time Wooyoung spoke up, “that’s something about which we are here to talk with you.”

“I don’t know anything about her.”

Even if you wanted to look strong yet you felt so weak under their heavy gazes. All their stares after so many months feeling so unfamiliar and strange. The last time when you had all their gazes on you was when you pointed Mina’s reason to be with you and they accused you of jealousy. They referred you as a child wanting to have their attention, being selfish with others. They said that you don’t have a little feeling towards a girl who seems like a sister.

More like an evil sister, who was there to ruin your family.

“of course you don’t know, y/n.” Wooyoung said softly but you scoffed, “then?”

“We did wrong for not believing you.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft, just a pitch higher than the whisper.

“why? She didn’t agree to sleep with you all?” you smirked, throwing a dirty look towards them.

“Y/n!” Hongjoong’s stern voice made you flinch. His clenched jaw and tight fist, the anger building inside him at your words. But you continued to fuel the fire of anger.

“do you want me to convince her for this? Just to let you know, I can’t.”

“what are you saying? Why are you thinking of us like this?” Yunho asked you but deep down, he asked it to himself as well. He knew the reasons very well. He knew you were hurt for their deeds but he thought you will understand their ends.

“really? You are asking me this. So what else do you want me to think? That tomorrow morning, when we will be in the bed of the sea and with the best opportunity, you will throw me into the waters.”

“What are you saying?” Yeosang’s low voice made you glance at him and his orbs searched for a little softness in you. The scene unfolding in front of him was so unusual. Basically, pirates should be the ones with emotionless and rough appearance but here they were asking helplessly from a mere girl.

Mere? No.

From their love. Their heart.

“where is she?” you asked again.

“in the brig.” You raised your brow at Hongjoong’s words. Why is she there? What did she do? Or are they here to take you to lock you up there? goosebumps appeared on your skin but it was hidden under the sleeves of the shirt. Your mind racing with the thought that now how has she accused you guilty this time that they all are here to escort you to the brig.

“I-I haven’t done a-anything.” Your voice broke and you turned around to face the sea.

Whenever you felt suffocated, your feet move on its own to stand at the edge of the quarter deck and inhale the scent of freedom. The village life was so harsh to you and after these pirates took you in with them for the long journey, you felt as if you have started a new life. A new dream with a new life beyond the horizon but last year, they turned their back at you. Leaving you behind all alone.

Seonghwa hugged your shaking body from behind, “hsshh love why are you scared?”

He made himself turned around with you in his hold, making you face them. You looked down to hide the falling tears of fear.

“what happened?” Hongjoong held your chin up to stare in your eyes. Your scared pupils reflecting the hurt and loneliness.

“I will serve you well, masters. But please don’t take me to the brig. I have no where else to go but please don’t end my life.” You wiggled under the oldest one’s hold but he held you tighter. He knew very well that if he lets you go, you would probably run away and won’t talk to them.

“Masters?” San was confused with your tone like others and the way you were addressing them. “why are you calling us this? And we are not taking you anywhere. We are here to…apologize.”

Your raging yet scared eyes stared at him, “apologize? For what? You have already given up on me. you all left me alone for…. For that girl. Calling me selfish because I wanted my lovers away from an outsider. Blaming me for every little mishap caused to her. Trusting the false accusations against me.”

You again tried to break free when he gripped your arms tighter, “stay still. You are not going anywhere unless we are done speaking with each other.”

“I don’t want to talk with you all.” But deep down you want to talk to them. Shout at them. You want to look at them longer, feel the warmth in their embrace. You want to feel their love for you again. If there’s still any feelings left for you.

“y/n…we didn’t give up on you for her.” Jongho spoke up and looked over his brothers. He realized how they have messed up the relationship for these past months because the new girl really lured them into trusting the lies but in the end, Yeosang really found out her real intentions behind all this.

“Yeosang found out that she befriended us to destroy us.” Mingi said and nodded along with Yeosang. The surgeon sat on the wooden drum and leaned forward, “she lied to us that she stays alone here. She has been sent from our enemy.”

“but still you all trusted her once. You all believed when she said I’m related to the captain Chan. You all even kept watch on me to see if I’m betraying you all.” You hissed and stepped forward when you felt the grip loosened around you. You glared back at him and walked towards the stool beside the boxes and sat on it. Wooyoung was standing closer to you.

Tears fell from his eyes when he saw your figure tired and lonely. They really kept themselves so busy to even take a little look at you in all these months.

“we are really sorry for that, y/n.” Hongjoong apologized and glanced at others.

“speak for yourself.” You rubbed your eyes and wiped the tears from the cheek, “I don’t think each of you is feeling the same.”

“No, it’s true. We are really sorry.” Seonghwa supported the captain’s words. Wooyoung slide down against the boxes and leaned back, “we shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Yunho folded his hands in front. Standing in front of you, looking the perfect pilot of the ship but somewhere a sense of betray reflecting from him. He shook his head, “I don’t know how we trusted her everything and didn’t believe you. I’m really sorry.”

“I know you are hurt, y/n. but please forgive us.” Yeosang stood beside Wooyoung and both of them eagerly waiting for your response.

“You all made me feel like a stowaway in my---your ship. I felt like an enemy lurking around you. You all were spending so much time with her. Your gazes were filled with love and admiration while looking at her but whenever your eyes fell on me, there was visible fire of hatred. It hurt me. I felt like to run away far from you. But I didn’t know where to.”

“This is also your ship. You are the aurora in the night sky for our journey.” San stated and smiled but it quickly disappeared when he saw your teary eyes looking back at him.

Mingi placed his elbow on top of a drum and leaned to his side, “you aren’t a stowaway. You are a part of the family. You are more than that. You are our heart, y/n.”

“didn’t you feel your heart ache while believing a liar and laughing with her despite my presence just near you?” you shot an angry look towards him.

Jongho stepped forward and stood beside the captain, “we are really guilty. Please give us a chance to prove that our love has not wavered.”

You bitterly chuckled, “Love?……pirate’s only love is their desire to sail free all around the sea with their conquered treasure.”

“And, you are our treasure, and our only desire is to be with you.” Wooyoung said it loudly, earning everyone’s attention on him. he flinched when he saw your intense gaze on him. He wanted to hold your hand run to the crows-nest and hug you tightly, promising everything to protect you and to never betray you.

“Where do you go every afternoon for these last few months?” Yunho’s question perked everyone’s ear, even yours. He noticed? Their curious gazes on you made you shift in your place.

“You don’t have to know about it.”

“y/n…please do let us know if you are in any danger.” Jongho asked you politely. You shook your head and looked to your side, avoiding their eyes. You didn’t notice when San came in front and kneeling. “Please, tell me.”

You casted a glance at him then to others before looking at your hands, “I was planning to run away with a help of a friend.”

“Run away with a friend?”

“His name is Ten. You all were busy ignoring me all these months…almost a year. He is a sailor and we met at a fortune teller shop. He offered me a helping hand to have a life on my own.”

San was shocked, “you trusted him?”

You nodded, “like you all trusted her. I have heard from others and they all were praising him. He is a good person. He listened to my stories every day, he showed me around the place, laughed with me, taught me new things……he spent time with me.” you paused and nodded to yourself before continuing, “maybe I’m selfish…I’m selfish because I want you all to myself. I felt jealous seeing you with her. Or maybe I should have open myself to others, should let myself to make more friends so that even if you think of leaving me one day. I should not feel hopeless but can continue my life ahead. Not beyond the horizon but beyond those mountains and low valleys.”

“Y/n…don’t leave us like this.” Wooyoung scooted towards you and the captain and quartermaster stepped closer, followed by others. They were surrounding you and you were sitting like a helpless one under their shadows.

“and why? How can I trust that you all will not accuse me of betraying again?”

Hongjoong glance at Seonghwa before stating, “if you leave us then we will be scattered, y/n.”

“and what about me? you all already made my feelings shattered when you all chose her over me because she proved me as a liar with some fake evidence. You all broke your own rules.”

Don’t trust a lie and never betray your family. --- their only rule.

Yeosang shook his head, “no, y/n. it won’t happen again.” Mingi nodded when agreeing with him. the scenario can’t be ever believed that the notorious group of pirates are helplessly asking forgiveness to you.

Before Yunho could speak whatever he was going to, you spoke up making him shut, “I really loved you all. When I promised not to betray you, I meant it. Even if you kill me someday, I will still have a belief that you are the only family I ever got in my life.”

“Y/n…”San whispered your name not to show his weak voice.

“Are you not leaving us, right?” Mingi asked you when you stood up.

“I don’t know but I’m going to meet him now.” You placed your fingers over the belt to feel the knife well hidden underneath it. Hongjoong held your elbow stopping you from walking further, “you are not going anywhere.”

“And you are no one to tell me anything.” You jerked off his hand.

Yunho blocked your way when you turned towards the gangway. You shot him a glare but he returned the similar gaze directed to your soul, “don’t be stubborn. We are leaving tomorrow and don’t go anywhere today. We have to deal with Mina---”

“don’t say her name in-front of me!” you grabbed his coat and clenched your jaw. His hand moved up to cup your cheek but you swatted it away. “don’t touch me.” you pushed him aside. They watched how you stumbled a little while walking down the gangway and jumped to the shore from the last step. Seonghwa signalled something towards San and the latter nodded before following behind you.

And in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle overhead, they knew that you had a choice to make—a choice between holding onto the pain of the betrayal or embracing the promise of a future filled with love and redemption.

You stopped in your track before entering the market, heart soaring with the knowledge that true love conquers all—even the darkest depths of the sea. And your true love really pulled them towards you again.

For in the end, it is not the storms or the tempests that define their journey, but rather the unwavering belief that no matter how far they may drift apart, they will always find their way back to each other, guided by the light of love that burns eternal in the darkness. And so, as the waves carry them toward new horizons and unknown shores, embark on a voyage of discovery—one filled with adventure, passion, and the promise of a love that will endure for all eternity.

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e-dragoons · 2 years

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the oc master post

:') under the cut because this puppy is long. it's just a general overview but i love answering questions about my ocs so please don't hesitate to ask me anything <3

one day i will edit this so all of the pictures match but that day is not today.

some things to note: if you're looking to rp or discuss lore with any of my characters, most of them are pretty flexible with their lore. this is mostly just what i consider "canon" for them. i love talking about AUs and things like that.

lehna is my best girl and main wol! she is a dragoon and dating estinien (sometimes they are poly with thancred, but that's not canon; that's just me being self-indulgent). big jock anime protagonist energy. would do anything for her friends and will absolutely turn into a mean girl a la regina george if you offend her or her friends, but is generally very kind to everyone she meets.

nike is my azem. he's a lancer and a gremlin shitlord pain in emet-selch's ass (endearing). also he absolutely wants to fuck your mom and your dad, and probably has. punches gently to show affection. dating no one, because he has commitment issues (but emet-selch is in love with him). he's pansexual.

leon is a wol (separate from lehna) in a shared universe with some friends of mine. black mage nerd who likes to pretend he's cool but is actually very awkward. probably listens to too much my chemical romance. dating my friend's oc asra. very flirty, but if he fails to disarm you by flirting then he stumbles and doesn't know what to do. he's homosexual.

helena is from a poorer noble (?) family in ishgard (not enough to be well-off, but enough to stay out of the brume). secretly writes blasphemous smut under a penname, despite being rather inexperienced herself. childhood friends with zephirin de valhourdin and eventually lovers to enemies. eventually she gets with artoirel de fortemps. i'm currently trying to write a nanowrimo project about her story. helena does not really exist in any of my wol-verses, but kind of exists in all of them? she is bisexual.

althea is an ascian. she worked directly under lahabrea. part of the S.T.A.R.S. verse, and she's inspired a teeny bit by albert wesker from resident evil (hence the name). while not particularly skilled in combat, her mind is her weapon. cold, cruel, and calculating; but she thinks she's doing it for the right reasons. initially an orphan from the steppe, she left after getting her powers. she's bisexual.

rowan is the wol in S.T.A.R.S. verse and mostly sticks to samurai and dark knight. from thavnair, he left after an Accident that killed his father that was mostly his fault. rowan is incredibly soft-hearted and loves his friends more than anything (even if he doesn't think he deserves them). he's always putting other people before himself. in S.T.A.R.S. verse, he's dating quientien. rowan is bisexual.

quientien (aka quin) is a sage from old sharlayan. he's a bit cold, but not on purpose or because he doesn't care; it's more because he thinks about things logically. that is, until althea betrays the group and he becomes an ascian. after this, he becomes a lot more emotional as he feels torn between two lives. ultimately, he decides to stay with the scions and his friends. dating rowan in the S.T.A.R.S. verse. quin is bisexual with a strong preference for men.

jetei was childhood friends with althea. as an oronir, he was bullied a lot by magnai as a child for being smaller than the other boys (though as an adult, he is particularly large by even by au ra standards). he is the only member of the S.T.A.R.S. group without the echo. like althea, he is from the steppe as well. he left with her when she gained her powers, not wanting to remain there alone. her betrayal hurt him most of all. jetei is quiet, reserved, and incredibly shy. he mostly keeps to himself. althea convinced him to pick up reaper not long after the two of them came to eorzea. despite his resting bitch face, jetei is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. i am currently unsure of jetei's sexuality at the moment, but i am leaning toward asexual/biromantic.

naolih is the queen of my heart was a 1.x warrior of light and is part of the S.T.A.R.S. verse. she is a warrior. after all of her friends died and the world forgot about her, she eventually remembered her past. instead of picking up where she left off, though, she joined the scions to continue helping people and refused to pick up the mantle of "warrior of light" once again (if you try to call her a warrior of light, she WILL fight you). she's very blunt and tells it like it is. while she can come off as a bit harsh, she genuinely cares about the people around her and does not want to disappoint them. she's a lesbian.

#oc stuff #this is the shit i get up to during maintenance :')#this isn't even all of them but i'm hoping to keep this as a living list #i don't have screenshots of the ones i have not listed yet

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therenlover · 3 years

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Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

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Star Wars

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Assorted/Random

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Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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Hey could I please request a LokixReader story set on Sakaar where they have an enemies to friends to lovers relationship? Lots of fluff and smut if that’s okay. Thank you xxxx

Lord have mercy is this long. I love the request (probably a little too much). I have to warn you before reading, it's 6.6K words, the longest fic I've written yet. BUT I love it. I'm really proud of it!

Pairing: female reader x Loki

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, praise, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, fighting (Hulk and Thor), spoilers for Thor Ragnarok, takes place during Ragnarok

A/N: And with this finished I'm going to take a day to myself tomorrow! I'm not feeling very well and I want to catch up on my series because I've been neglecting it. Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You could ask anyone on Sakaar who the Grandmaster’s favorite person was and they would say it was you. You grew up on the trash planet with your father, who was a reject from his home planet. But on Sakaar you were basically royalty. Your father befriended the million year old Grandmaster when you were just two and from then on you were living in the lap of luxury.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been on Sakaar, but it had been a few hundred years. You didn’t look that old, more like twenty to thirty. But there was no way to be certain with the way that time worked on Sakaar.

Your life was perfect in your opinion. You and your father were happy and healthy on the trash planet. Every day you would dress in your finest silk robes, adorn your flashy face paint, and go to the arena to watch fights. When you weren’t doing that you were in your home or with the Grandmaster, who was basically a second father to you.

It was the end of the day and you were eating dinner with the Grandmaster, your father, and some other ‘royalty.’ As typical with all meals held by the Grandmaster it was full of excited and animated talking and extravagant food. You were too busy drinking your wine to engage in conversation, unlike your father who hadn’t touched his plate in favor of speaking to the man next to him.

Your father was a very social man, probably why the Grandmaster took such a liking to him. They were equally as flamboyant and outgoing. the Grandmaster often remarked how much you looked like your father. You had the same hair color, eye color and shape, and skin tone. Though you couldn’t tell your father’s true hair color anymore because it had started greying, contrary to the rest of his body that wasn’t aging as quickly.

There was a knock at the dining room door and the Grandmaster called for whoever it was to come in. The noise had drawn everyones’ attention, and all eyes were on the man that was being escorted in. He was tall, with fair skin and raven black hair. He was the most attractive man you had seen in a while. He didn’t look like a lot of the men you saw, but he still looked elegant.

“Who is this?” the Grandmaster asked.

Instead of waiting for the guards to speak, the detainee spoke, “I am Loki, God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard. I would like to say right now that it is a mistake imprisoning me and I will forget all about it if you let me go right now.” Loki spoke swiftly and with an accent foreign to many you heard normally. He had a very charming speech but you were in utter shock at the way he had spoken to the Grandmaster.

You expected the Grandmaster to order the guards to throw him in with the other gladiators and make him go against the champion, but he actually laughed, followed by everyone else in the room other than you.

“Well, Loki, I suppose I don’t need to make you fight. You can keep me company instead. How does that sound?”

It must not have been what Loki was expecting because he raised his eyebrows and said nothing for several seconds. “I think that would be fine,” he finally responded.

“Good, good. Why don’t you take that off him so he can pull up a chair?” the Grandmaster said to the guards. They did as he ordered and unshackled the dark haired man. As soon as he was free he grabbed a chair and planted right in between the Grandmaster and you. Loki sat down and gazed at you, offering a dazzling smile.

You squinted at him for a moment, sizing him up. You knew he was going to be trouble, to you at least.

“Ah Loki, please meet Y/N. She’s like a daughter to me,” the Grandmaster said to him.

“Hello Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His words were so obviously a lie that it made you scowl. You could hear the sarcasm seeping from his words. You could tell that he was already trying to butter up the Grandmaster. But in actuality he was trying not to get himself killed. Thor was nowhere to be found and he was on this planet by himself.

“Likewise,” you said back. You turned away from the men and started eating your meal, pointedly ignoring Loki as you did so. You could hear their conversation and it was almost impossible not to eavesdrop. The Grandmaster was mostly talking about himself, all things that you’d already heard before. Loki, when given the chance to talk, was just complimenting him in return.

When the meal was over and the dishes were collected the Grandmaster addressed your father. “My dear Holden, would you house my company for the time being?”

You whipped your head over to the Grandmaster. You couldn’t believe the words that had just come from his mouth. You couldn’t believe he was asking you and your father to let Loki stay with you. But your father being your father would have no problem with it. You just knew he was going to accept.

As you expected he said, “Why of course, the more the merrier.”

Your house was incredibly close to the palace. There really was no need for guards to escort you and your father home but the Grandmaster thought it was necessary. So after dinner you, your father, and Loki made your way to your home. It was very beautiful, and almost as grand as the palace itself, but much smaller.

Your father was in high spirits as usual. Once you were inside your father turned to Loki with a brilliant smile adorning his face. "We are delighted to have you. Please follow me, you can sleep here in the guest bedroom. Y/N is right next door so you can go to her if you need anything."

You looked at your father with a deadpan expression, which he didn't seem to notice. Loki on the other hand was positively beaming back at your father.

"Thank you so much for the hospitality. I really cannot thank you enough."

Your father chuckled, "It's no trouble at all. Any guest of the Grandmaster's is a guest of mine. So please, make yourself at home."

"Thank you again. I am quite tired so I think I'll be heading to bed. Goodnight Holden, goodnight Y/N." He bowed and went to his chambers without another word.

You looked incredulously at your father but he seemed to not have a care in the world. He was awfully aloof when it came to matters dealing with the Grandmaster. Your father and the Grandmaster had a complicated relationship. You really had no clue what was going on with them. They called each other dear and said they loved each other, but you had seen the Grandmaster and your father doing a fair share of flirting with many men and women.

You walked to your own room with a heavy sigh. You stayed up for a few hours that night wondering about the man next door.

You quickly realized that the Grandmaster had taken a liking to Loki. The next morning you, your father, and Loki were having breakfast with the Grandmaster and Loki was hanging onto every word that came out of the man's mouth. You just knew that Loki didn't care. But what you want to know are his intentions. He randomly shows up on your planet and instantly catches the Grandmaster's attention.

You spend most of the morning with your father, preferring his company to the Grandmaster and his new pet. The next time you saw him was at lunch. And just like at dinner the previous night Loki was sitting right next to the Grandmaster. Instead of enduring the empty compliments that were coming from Loki you decided to sit farther down the table next to another one of your father's friends.

"Hello Marridija," you said as you sat down. Marridija was a very kind woman. Kind and very up to date on all the goings on at the palace. It was no surprise that she was close to the Grandmaster.

"Why hello Y/N. You aren't sitting at the front of the table today?" Her drawn-on eyebrows drew in and she tilted her head to the side slightly, making you worry that her hair, which was styled heavily with spray to keep it straight up, would tip over and ruin. Over the many years on Sakaar you had grown accustomed to the wild fashion in the palace. Everyone in the Grandmaster's group wore metallic face paint and did their hair as tall and elaborate as possible.

Out of everyone at the table Marridija had the craziest hair and brightest makeup. She always made sure she was seen in a crowd. Her hair was bubble gum pink and looked like cotton candy on top of her head. Her makeup was many bright streaks of pink, blue, and gold.

"No, not today. I thought I might try something new."

"Oh. Well I'm delighted that you decided to sit by me. I've been meaning to ask-" her eyes cut from you to something over your shoulder before returning to talking, "about your company last night."

You clenched your jaw for a second before you answered her. "What would you like to know?"

"Well… the whole palace wants to know about this mysterious man. Loki, he said." She was speaking in a hushed voice so no one other than you could hear her. If anyone heard her they would most definitely be listening in. But Marridija was good at being quiet when she needed to be. She wanted to be the first with fresh gossip, and for that she would have to hear it before anyone else.

“There isn’t much to tell really. As soon as we got home he went off to his bedroom.”

The woman narrowed her eyes for a second before giving a huff. “Oh Y/N, you won’t give an old lady a bit of juice now will you?” Her face changed from a pout to a sly smile a few seconds after she said that. “Or is there something you don’t want to share with me? A secret of your own perhaps?”

“Absolutely not Marridija. What I’ve told you is the truth. I’m sorry I have nothing juicy enough for your ears.”

You turned away from the woman and forward towards the table and the meal being set in front of you. Through the whole of breakfast you remained silent, listening to the chatter around you. There always seemed to be something to talk about on Sakaar, but with Loki’s arrival and the Grandmaster’s liking towards him has made Loki the center of attention.

After breakfast the guests were clearing out of the dining hall. The Grandmaster had dismissed everyone and he and Loki were the last to leave. You stuck around and when the Grandmaster went to use the restroom and left Loki unoccupied you walked up to him. A smile appeared on his face as he saw your smaller frame scowling at him as you neared. For whatever reason he was quite enjoying how frustrated he was making you, though he didn’t know what exactly was making you mad.

“Hello Y/N,” he greeted.

“Don’t act all innocent. You’re up to something.”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up but his smile remained. “And what would that be?”

“Well I’ve come to find that out.” You crossed your arms and planted your feet in front of Loki. It wasn’t your best look but you wanted to intimidate him. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He was taller than you and obviously confident enough to tell the Grandmaster it was a mistake to imprison him.

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, as they say, but I don’t have anything planned. I landed here by mistake.” Loki said the words so simply you just couldn’t believe it. If he was telling the truth then it would take more than that to convince you.

“And why should I believe you?”

“Well I suppose you shouldn’t. You don’t know me, you don’t know my past or all the things I’ve done. Maybe we could spend some time together and you’ll realize I’m being honest.”

Loki wasn’t entirely sure why he said that last part. He had never offered to let someone get to know him. But a part of him also wanted someone to be able to talk to since he was all alone on a planet he was an outsider on. And it helped that he thought you were incredibly attractive.

You on the other hand didn’t know what to make of his words. If you accepted you might be falling right into his trap, into his plan. But on the other hand maybe he was being genuine. It surely wouldn’t hurt to find out more about him. If he was lying then you could possibly find out his intentions. So you thought the only logical decision would be to accept.

“Fine. After dinner we’ll go to my home and we can… get to know each other. But only because I want to know if you’re telling the truth.”

He laughed, “Of course, of course. See you then.”

The door you were standing next to opened and the Grandmaster himself walked out. He clasped his hands together and a smile appeared on his face. “Y/N! Thank you for keeping Loki company. Are you two getting along?”

You and Loki glanced at each other. There was no way you were going to say no, both of you had common sense. So you both put on a smile and looked as comfortable as possible.

“We are!” Loki said first. He put a huge grin on his face and leaned towards you, draping an arm around your shoulder. The sudden touch almost made you recoil, but if you did that it would look strange to the man that had just questioned your relationship.

“Well Loki and I should be going. I’ll see you at supper gorgeous.” The Grandmaster wiggled his fingers at you with an award winning smile. Loki took his arm off you and started following after him when the Grandmaster began to walk away. A hole might have been burnt into the back of Loki’s head from your staring. He was so puzzling. Irksome even.

The footsteps eventually faded as they walked further and further away from you and closer to wherever it was they were going. Your own slippered feet padded against the floor of the palace as you made your way down to the bottom level, outside, and safely in your home. It was a shame that most of the people your age were bounty hunters. You were all in all lonely. Maybe that’s what led you to agree to getting to know Loki.

You assumed he was around your age. He claimed to be a god after all, so he must be more than the average person.

Dinner rolled around and you went to the palace to eat as you did everyday. Loki was there. Though you knew he would be. You weren’t used to his presence just yet, so every time you saw him you were still slightly surprised. You were used to being around the ‘royalty’ of Sakaar for years and attending the same mundane events all the time. Loki was something new, something fresh. That’s why he was such a buzz on Sakaar. Especially when he made such an impression on the Grandmaster.

After the meal you went home and waited for Loki. You knew he would have to tell the Grandmaster some excuse for him to leave, so he was going to be a few minutes behind you.

Ten minutes after you had arrived home the door opened and Loki walked in. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw the exasperated expression on his face. You knew just how tiring the Grandmaster could be. Upon hearing the ring of your laughter Loki smiled. It was the first time he heard you make that sound and thought it was beautiful.

He slung his hair out of his face and slid into the white bar stool next to you at the kitchen island. You already had two glasses of champagne ready for the two of you. Assuming you would need it.

"What did you have to tell him to let you leave?" you asked, raising the glass to your lips.

"Well I told him I was tired and he just laughed it off then I said I was having an upset stomach and wasn't doing so well down there and he let me go."

Neither of you could hold back laughter. You were the first to start cracking up and seeing your reaction influenced Loki's joyous noise. The atmosphere was smooth and laid back. In preparation you had a drink beforehand, hence why you were so calm. Loki's smile and infectious attitude were also to blame.

In the time span of lunch and coming home you realized how ridiculous you were being. You had only just met Loki yesterday and you were already trying to accuse him of trying to harm the creator of your planet.

Once the laughter had died down you set your glass on the countertop and turned to Loki. "I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you. I haven't treated you fairly or given you a chance at all. I started jumping to conclusions and that was wrong of me. So I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

“Wow- I- Yes I can forgive you. I understand where you were coming from. You care about the Grandmaster and don't want him to be in danger. I think that’s very noble of you.” The corners of Loki’s eyes crinkled up as he looked at you with a soft smile.

“Well… thank you. I’m glad we’re on good terms.” You gave him an awkward smile and took another sip of your drink. Loki picked up his own and took a sip of it.

"So your father and the Grandmaster… are they together?" he asked once his glass was empty.

“I’m not entirely sure. They’re relationship is complicated. I know they call each other love and darling but they also flirt and do things with other people too.” You cringed at the memory of coming home and hearing your father with one of his friends. But beside you Loki let out a chuckle. He was really enjoying getting to see this new side of you.

With a final tip of your flute you had finished your drink. Looking over you realized that Loki had too, so you stood and refilled it.

“I just realized I didn’t ask you if you wanted another glass,” you said when you had finished pouring.

He waved you off. “Don’t worry, I do.”

You slid his flute across the counter and leaned on it, not bothering to go back around to sit on the stool again. “So, you said that you ended up here by accident… what did you mean by that?”

“Ah, trying to find out if I’m lying again? I thought this was behind us,” he said.

“I’m not asking because of that. It is behind us. I want to know more about you and what you were doing before you got to Sakaar.”

He nodded. “Well I was with my brother. Though I don’t know why he hasn’t gotten here yet.”

“Time works differently here,” you interjected. “So if you both came through at the same time he might get here later than you did.”

“Ah okay, well that explains it then. Anyways, I was with my brother, Thor. My sister, Hela, has cast us out of Asgard and we need to get back there and defeat her. We don’t stand a chance though,” he explained.

“If you need help getting there then I’m sure my father and I can be of assistance.”

“I think I should wait for Thor to arrive, whenever that is…” he trailed off.

“He could show up any day. But while you’re here you can hang out with me.” “When you’re not with the Grandmaster that is,” you added.

“I don’t know how often I’ll be able to get away from him but I’ll definitely try.”

The last drops of your champagne slid down your throat as you smiled against your glass. You were really looking forward to getting to spend time with Loki.

For the next few days after that you guys were together any chance you got. The Grandmaster was keeping Loki close, but he was able to make up excuses to come see you when he could. Loki was like a breath of fresh air in your life. His life was a lot different than yours, but you found yourselves relating in multiple ways.

Every time you two were together all you could do was smile. It was like you had found your first true friend. But you knew that when Thor came that Loki would be leaving. Even though it was wrong you hoped that Thor wouldn’t arrive for a while just so you could have more time together.

It was a little over a week since Loki had arrived and you were laying next to each other on your leisure ship, staring up at the stars.

“It’s beautiful, everything here is,” Loki whispered. You were looking straight above you but when Loki was speaking he had turned his head towards you.

“It’s strange isn’t it? It’s called the trash or garbage planet but it’s dazzling if you take the time to look around.” When you finished speaking you rolled your head to the side to look at Loki. The whole time you were speaking he was memorizing every part of your face with a smile on his own. When you saw him smiling you shyly smiled too.

Without you realizing Loki reached his hand over and found yours. When he did he took it and interlocked your fingers. You looked down at your entwined hands. Your heart was racing and butterflies were filling your stomach.

No words were spoken, it was just the two of you underneath a blanket of twinkling stars wishing for something more. Loki’s hand was warm in yours, and you wished that same warmth would envelop your whole body. You scooted over closer and closer to the man until he wrapped his arm around you.

“This is nice,” you mumbled against his chest.

“It is. I like having you in my arms,” Loki whispered back.

You let your eyes close and the warmth and blissful feeling take over you. You woke up in bed, wrapped up in your covers. The sun was shining and filtering through your windows and splaying out on your floor. You thought back to last night and remembered you must have fallen asleep, which meant Loki must have taken you home and carried you to bed.

You walked out of your bedroom and stood right outside your door. You weren’t sure what time it was. It was morning that was obvious. Maybe it was early enough that Loki hadn’t been summoned by the Grandmaster yet. You walked over to the bedroom next to your own and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Loki called out.

You opened the door and gently shut it back when you entered. Loki was still in bed but he was awake.

“Good morning beautiful,” he greeted you.

A tired smile went across your face as you sat down on Loki’s bed. He reached out to you and pulled you into him, setting you flush against his frame and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“I slept well. Thank you for bringing me back home.”

“It was my pleasure.” Loki tilted his head down and kissed the top of your head once more. His actions were so sweet you were feeling things you had never felt before. It was wild to you how quickly you had fallen for the God of Mischief.

After laying together for a few minutes there was a knock at the front door. You sighed and got out of Loki’s bed. The guards had arrived to escort Loki and you to breakfast with the Grandmaster. You both hurriedly got dressed and left to start your day.

For another two weeks things ran smoothly. You were happy. Loki was making you happy. But you knew that the day that Thor would arrive was approaching. It had been three weeks since Loki himself had fallen onto the planet, meaning his brother was not far behind.

You were sitting with Loki and mingling with other people in one of the palace rooms when Scrapper 142 announced she found someone. 142 was Grandmaster’s favorite scrapper. She brought him his champion after all. The person she had brought came into the room in the usual reinforced chair that all contenders usually did.

Loki was sitting next to you not paying any attention and neither were you until the man started yelling Loki’s name. You looked at him with confusion before you realized, it must be Thor.

When Thor finally got Loki’s attention he immediately stopped talking and got up. They were whispering back and forth fervently until the Grandmaster came up to them and interjected. They talked for a minute before Thor was thrown into the holding area for gladiators.

“That was your brother wasn’t it? Thor?” you asked when Loki came back over to you.

“Yes, yes it was.” He lowered himself back onto the couch and stayed quiet.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just… wasn’t expecting him.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded. Not only did you understand but you felt the same way. You hoped maybe Thor would show up later, and give you more time. But no. He was there and when given the chance he was definitely going to leave. But that wouldn’t be too soon. If he was fighting the Grandmaster’s champion he may never leave. You had seen the green monster in action and he was brutal.

Later that day you and Loki were sitting in the upper class stands at the Grand Arena watching the fights. Loki was constantly wiping his palms on his pants and his leg was bouncing up and down. He had never seen the champion fight but you had told him how ferocious he was and that made Loki nervous.

The Grandmaster announced Thor and when he came out onto the dirt the crowd was filled with ‘boos’ and other jeers. The ring around the bottom of the stadium begins to rise to accommodate the height of Thor's opponent and the Grandmaster started to announce him.

“Ladies and gentlemen I give you… your Incredible…” he trailed off, or at least you thought he did because before he could say the actual name the fighter burst through the doors and yelled, “HULK!”

The blood drained from Loki’s face next to you. “I’ve got to get off this planet,” he mumbled.

“Why what’s wrong?” you asked, worried.

“The Grandmaster’s champion is an Avenger, just like Thor. And he’s defeated me.”

Down on the dirt Thor had looked up into your box and was yelling, “We know each other! He’s a friend from work.”

The Grandmaster’s mouth dropped open and he looked over at Loki, who was staring straight forward and clearing his throat.

Thor was making small talk with Hulk before you heard him look over and shout again, “Loki! Look who it is!”

You’d never seen Loki so nervous and afraid. You reached over and placed a hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay.”

Down below Hulk was tired of hearing Thor talk and started running towards him. The fight was in full force and Loki was getting more nervous by the second. Hulk was in it to win it, and he wasn’t sure if his brother would be able to make it out. Surprisingly Thor was able to hit Hulk, sending him all across the barrier on the arena. The crowd was silent as Thor neared Hulk. He placed his hand in Hulk’s massive one and started speaking, but you couldn’t tell what he was saying.

They weren’t fighting and everyone was still and watching. Then Hulk grabbed Thor and swung him back and forth, hitting him against the ground countless times. Loki jumped up, startling you, and shouted, “Yes that’s how it feels!”

The Grandmaster looked over at him questionably and Loki responded with, “I’m just a huge fan of the sport.” The Grandmaster didn’t say anything, just turned back toward the arena and laughed.

Loki sat back down and you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, “What was that about?”

“Well… Hulk did that to me a few years ago.”

“Really?” you laughed.

“Yes. It wasn’t one of my finest moments,” he chuckled. You both settled back down on the couch and focused on the match again. The fight progressed and favor switched between Hulk and Thor for a minute or two. The Grandmaster and Loki were leaning in and cringing depending on the blow and who it had landed on. But things weren’t looking good for Thor. Hulk had him pinned down and was beating him to death.

Blow after blow was pounding down right on Thor’s face. Then something happened. You strained your eyes to see that Thor’s eyes began to glow and lighting began to glow and crackle all around his body. He seemed to gather his strength for a second, wind back his hand and land a punch right to Hulk, sending him flying with an arch of lightning, resulting in a collective gasp from the stands.

Hulk collapsed yards away from Thor. The Grandmaster raised out of his seat, stepped forward and stared at the scene below you. The crowd was murmuring and whispering all kinds of things. You looked over at Loki, who had his elbows propped up on his knees with his mouth wide open.

Thor and Hulk both stood up and ran towards each other, jumping and then hitting one another. It was like a mini-explosion where Thor’s fist collided with Hulk. You were on the edge of your seat. It seemed like Thor could win. The crowd sure seemed to think so because they were chanting, “Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!”

Your full attention was drawn on the arena and a perplexed expression crossed your face when Thor violently shook and then fell to the ground. You looked around and saw the Grandmaster pointing his activator down at Thor, activating his Obedience Disk. You couldn’t believe it. If the Grandmaster wouldn’t have interfered then Thor could have won. He could be freed.

The Grandmaster stood up with a smile and started his projection onto the center of the arena, “Well done! Well done! Two very good fighters, but it looks like my champion has defended his title once again. Thank you everyone for attending today, I hope to see you at the next battle!”

His projection disappeared and people started to file out of the stands. You could tell by the silence that followed that the Grandmaster wasn’t too happy. He walked out of the room followed by guards, leaving everyone else alone. Loki was leaning back on the couch next to you slack-jawed.

“That wasn’t fair,” you breathed out.

He shook his head, “No, no it wasn’t.”

“At least he didn’t die. He should be okay for now,” you said, talking about Thor.

“Thank god.”

You and Loki returned home and sat down on the living room couch. You never got the chance to talk about Thor’s arrival but now no one else was around.

“You might be leaving soon,” you said.

“I may.” Loki reached his hand over and took one of yours in his. You couldn’t mistake the sadness in his voice.

“I won’t make you stay. If you need to go then you should.” You looked at Loki with pure earnestness in your eyes. It hurt to say it, but if Loki and his brother needed to leave then you didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t.

“Y/N I don’t want to go. I want to stay here… with you.”

“What about your sister? Didn’t you say she was trying to take over Asgard, your home?” you questioned with a soft voice.

“Yes but- we don’t stand a chance. If we go we’ll only die. There’s no hope for us.”

You faced your whole body towards him and dipped your head down so Loki could see your face. “You don’t know that. You’re strong and I know you aren’t a coward.”

He stayed quiet but squeezed your hand and met your eyes.

“If you need to go, don’t let me hold you back,” you repeated.

Loki strained up and gave a stern look forward as he nodded his head. “You’re right. I do need to go. Asgard is my home.” He bent his head towards you and spoke, “But I want to make my time with you count.” He leaned in and tilted his head, eyes trained on your lips. You also leaned in and closed your eyes, letting yourself dissolve into the tender kiss.

It heated up quickly, pants filling the air between you every time you parted. You crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands glided from your shoulder blades to your butt, caressing you.

You pulled away and opened your eyes for a second, your face only inches from his. “Should we take this to my room?”

“Yes, we should.” Loki raised up, holding you in his arms and carrying you to your room. You slid out of his arms right in front of the foot of your bed. He started undressing, pulling off his cape, boots, and other components of his complicated outfit. Yours was much easier to get off. All you did was kick off your slippers and undo your dress in the back and let it pool at your feet.

The whole process took a few minutes and you giggled when you had to help Loki undress.

“This is a mood killer,” Loki sighed.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. You pulled off the last garment including Loki’s underwear and he turned around to let you see him. He was so beautiful, every single thing about him. You could definitely believe he was a god, because he sure looked like one. Your wandering eyes made him chuckle, but he couldn’t say anything because he was doing the same.

His hands hovered over your hips, almost like he was afraid to touch you or else you would crumble in front of him. You smiled up Loki and put your hands over his, guiding them to your bare skin. He sharply inhaled as he felt how smooth and warm your skin was. He let out a small laugh in disbelief. He couldn’t imagine himself ever being so lucky as to have you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. He lifted you up again and walked over to your bed until his knees hit the edge. He crawled on and lowered you down onto the fluffy pillows. Your body was on display for him and he was completely swooning over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe.

“And you,” you reached up and pulled him closer to you by his shoulders, “are very handsome.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Since he was already down there he crept lower and lower, placing gentle kisses from your cheek all the way down to your lower stomach. Your breath hitched as his breath fanned over your vagina. He gave it a small kiss before he leaned back. He replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding them up and down your folds before inserting one.

He surveyed your face as he began to curl his finger making you start moaning quietly.

“Does it feel good?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes,” you moaned out.

He smiled and continued to work you up, building the pressure inside your lower stomach. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. You tried to, but with all the new feelings going on you were squeezing them shut. Loki frowned and cupped your cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb.

“Princess, will you look at me?” he asked. You opened your eyes and did as he asked. You kept your eyes open but your lids were only half open.

You loved the way his fingers felt but you wanted more- you wanted him. “Loki- Loki I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

He pulled his fingers out and wrapped that hand around his cock, pumping it and getting it ready to be inside you. He spread your legs further than they already were and walked forward on his knees until his tip was right against your entrance. You put his hand around it and guided it in slowly, letting you adjust to the length.

Your hands were on either side of your pillow and you were squeezing it. It wasn’t very painful, but it didn’t feel right to just have your hands open, so you clenched them around your silk pillowcase. Loki saw them and put his own hands on top of yours. As he rolled his hips into you that’s what kept him stable.

“Darling, you make me feel-” he moaned, “so good.”

The inside of you was warm and velvety, encasing his dick in a personal heaven. In just a few minutes he knew what was going to come. Him.

Loki was making you feel just as good as you were making him, if not better. You weren’t a virgin. You had lived long enough to want men and take them back home with you. But none of them were making you feel the way Loki was. He knew exactly what to do, what pace to go at, and all the right words to say. The gentle moans and vulnerable face were so beautiful above you that tears were staining your cheeks.

Worry crossed Loki’s face, he thought you were hurting. “Are you okay?” he asked quickly.

“I’m fine, you’re just- you’re so beautiful.”

He choked out a laugh and regained his original pace. The compliment had warmed his entire body. He was on cloud nine. There was a growing sensation in his lower region and he could feel his orgasm coming.

“I’m about to cum,” he panted.

“Go ahead darling, cum for me,” you returned. His eyes widened but he went ahead, cock stiffening before releasing his cum.

You moaned, head falling to the side from the buzz traveling through your body. You arched your back in an attempt to hurry your own orgasm along. You could feel it approaching but it couldn’t get there soon enough for you. Loki thrusted faster and tried to hit that spot that he knew you had. He succeeded, and an overwhelming pleasure drifted through you.

Your walls clenched around his dick and your own juices squirted out. You sniffed and wiped your tears, opening your eyes to see Loki’s face in complete and utter amazement. You laughed a little as he pulled out of you and rolled over to be by your side.

“What was that face for?” you asked.

“That was the best I’ve ever felt. You are… perfect in every way.”

“I feel the same about you.” You turned on your side and placed a hand on his cheek, just like he had done to you a few minutes prior.

He nuzzled closer to you, putting his face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll come back for you. I promise,” he whispered.

“I’ll be waiting,” you responded while stroking his hair.

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weisying · 3 years

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hi andrea!! 💖💝💞 can you recommend some of your favorite iwaoi fics? 👉👈 i've been rereading to be first, to be best aka the holy grail of iwaoi fics and i'd love some more recommendations!!

hello mariam!! i hope you’ve been well :’) 💕 💛

ohhh i have to admit choosing a few was hard (stares at my 100+ iwaoi ao3 bookmarks,,,) but i managed to narrow it down to 20 of my favorite complete fics. i hope this isn’t a Lot but i just couldn’t make it shorter for the life of me lol.

these are in no specific order!! i love them all VERY MUCH.

In April by hiuythn (28k, rated t): this is the fic that got me into iwaoi! i saw it one day on my tl, read it and immediately fell in love with their dynamic. it’s so good and has lots of mutual pining which !!!!

mint by tothemoon (18.8k, rated t): i’m literally in love with everything ao3 user tothemoon writes. their way with words it’s just... wow. this one features oikawa’s face on a billboard and the Confession scene changed me as a person

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu (66.3k, rated t): i know we’ve talked about this one before but if there’s someone reading this who hasn’t checked it out i’m telling you to do it Now. it hurts SO GOOD and it’s overall perfect

the yellow room by ohhotlamb (14.2k, rated t): post breakup iwaoi hello!?!?!! it has a happy ending but the in-between is really good and the pain is so Worth It

Space by EclecticInkling (44.3k, rated t): god i love this one SO MUCH. it has space, non-linear narrative, pining, botanist okawa!!!!, and relativity Angst. i love space a Lot so this is literally my jam.

Like Perennials by tether (tothemoon) (35.5k, rated t): again user tothemoon because GOD. i would like to offer them my firt born child for writing this one. it’s Breathtaking. the way it’s written, the way everything falls together leaving you flabbergasted. i literally cried reading this one. please Read This One.

yellow white red (camellia/gardenia) (9k, rated t): this one is so CUTE!!!!! i couldn’t stop smiling when i read it,, i’d say is one of my comfort iwaoi fics. i love oikawa flirting so much and florist iwaizumi!! what more could you want.

(sing with me) A Song of Conquest and Fate by Hyeyu (26.8k, rated t): fantasy au which i would die for. the Slow Burn!!! i really love how their relationship slowly changes and the shared intimacy is top notch :’)))) the author’s other works are also Very Good so check them out as well!

Desperado by Verbrennung (82.8k, rated m): i live for the iwaizumi & kyoutani friendship in this one. it’s so good!!! and the iwaoi Tension!! i really love how their backstory is slowly revealed and how it keeps you on the edge of your seat all throughout the fic. reading this felt like watching a movie.

chasing gold by skiecas (45k, rated m): this is The post canon iwaoi fic. i LOVE it and in my head it is 100% canon lmao. as the tags say, it features oikawa being happy!!!! the olympics and iwaoi finally getting together. it’s just Perfect in every way and i’d say is the ultimate culmination of iwaoi’s relationship after everything they achieved on their own.

Something in Our Pockets ( Maybe Paper Planes) by glass_owl (28k, rated t): air steward oikawa has a special place in my heart. i love this fic, especially the pining and the Angst there at the end. the ending is also super cute!!!

To build a home by xShieru (15.2k, rated t): road trip iwaoi! the hurt/comfort of this one is GREAT. i love strangers-to-lovers iwaoi and how their relationship slowly becomes more and more intimate!!

from your mortal enemy (with love) by duskglow (11.2k, rated t): i literally couldn’t stop smiling while reading this one, it’s so cute!!!! it’s cheesy but in a Very Good Way. i love teen iwaoi falling in love, flirty iwaizumi and cute first dates :’)))

Dinner and a Movie by rikke (11k, rated t): a classic one. it’s amazing. the fake/pretend relationship and then developing actual feelings never gets old and it is SO GOOD in this one.

And All the Prince's Men by FindingSchmomo (65.3k, rated t): AMAZING royalty au with childhood friends to lovers. i adore everything about this fic. it has pining, fluff, angst and a very satisfying happy ending!!

galaxies, within you by skiecas (21k, rated t): slice of life!! living together!!! pining!! getting together!!!! this fic has it ALL. it also features supportive matsuhana who just want their friends to get it together, i love them very much in this one!!

it's been so long (nobody knows me the way you do) by anyadisee (8.5k, rated t): pure happiness which is what they deserve. it has domestic iwaoi!!! and just them being helplessly in love. i’m in love with this fic and with their love.

The Loyalty of a Traitor by DeathBelle (76.9k, rated e): if you’re up for a fic with darker tones and much more mature themes THIS ONE IS PERFECT. this fic,, just.... no words. it’s THAT good. i have to keep myself from rereading it like every week dskjfls i love it very much. all of deathbelle’s iwaoi works are amazing, if you’re interested!!

five minutes west of irvine by birdcat (20.3k, rated g): the way the author writes is simply beautiful. i really really really love this fic. it has iwaoi getting together after spending some time apart and it’s incredible.

Fernweh by oikawashoyo (19.6k, rated g): THIS. it’s so introspective and i LOVE IT. i love the character study and I LOVE argentina oikawa SO MUCH. seeing him thrive, and achieve his dreams and find a new home in argentina just :’))) argentoto supremacy!!!

those are some of my favorite iwaoi fics! again, sorry if this is too much ksdjfsl but i couldn’t hold myself back. i also just realised most of these are pretty Long *looks away*. i tend to prefer longer fics, i hope it isn’t a problem :)

#have a lovely weekend mariam!! <333 #i hope you like these ones!#as i said these are Some of my faves. if someone's curious to see more feel free to ask :))#i could gush about iwaoi fics for hours #iwaoi #fic rec #haikyuu!!#answered #kikuism #text

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miss-fangirl-writer · 3 years

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Writing Idea: Witch x Vampire as roommates

I was thinking of a story about a vampire and a witch being roommates. Any gender for them but in my head, it's cliche so an M/F couple but I guess it could also be interchangeable. It will probably be Ennemies to Lovers. I'm a sucker for these so yeah. The witch hates the vampire more than the vampire hates the witch because she might or might not have had an accident with a vampire in the past. They will fall in love obviously. The vampire first and he's gonna fall hard. I think they both might be bisexuals, maybe the vampire most. He had more time to experience. Speaking of the vampire, he will be clueless regarding any form of technology. It will be quite funny. he will look young but will act like an old person. The witch will finally help him with that because well everybody is connected nowadays. If he wants to flirt he will need technology. The vampire used to be problematic, he used to drink the blood of young girls well teenagers but now are completely repulsed by it. He understood that it was bad. He now drinks the blood of young women or young men depending on his mood and the people who approach him. And he used to kill too. In the story, he will at a certain point stop killing his victims and rather heal them and makes them forget (like in the vampire diaries) It will happen because he put in danger the Witch and he never wants that to happen again. Also, like in the myths the vampires need to be invited before coming in. He lives with the witch so he can go anywhere in the house except for the witch's room, she put protection against the vampires, well a spell. Also, vampires don't have any problems with the sun, they just prefer the night, it's easier to hunt. As for the witch, she has a secret. Does it involve the Devil? Maybe. I'm not sure, maybe it's too cliche. They will have friends. The vampire has mostly vampire friends but also other creatures, he's not very picky. The witch on the other hand is more of an introvert and doesn't have many friends. The vampire only knows 2 of her friends, 2 other witches. He thinks the witch has more friends but he never met them. He suspects that the Witch is keeping secrets but doesn't ask any questions, or maybe only in the beginning. For me, there will be an accident between the two of them. The vampire will bite the witch but not on his own, he will be controlled by someone (I don't know who yet) and the witch will automatically know that but they will be both scared. The witch will forgive the vampire tho but it will be hard for the vampire to forgive himself and after the accident, it will be hard for both of them to trust each other, well no, she will have trust issues with him and him with himself. Angst you know. And one day when they will be together, she will allow him to drink her blood and it would be a parallel you know. I don't know who the enemy is yet, maybe the humans, maybe an organization. I don't know. I don't have names for them for now ... A thing that I also don't know is how he was turned into a vampire, he won't want to talk about it tho. She will probably have a familiar, a cat or maybe a crow or even an owl, I still have to think about it. I think this is all I've got for now, it's not a lot and I know it's messy but it's been a while since I've been inspired so I think it's cool.

Anyway, enjoy!

#writing inspo #writing idea #writing prompt #i guess #future stories #witch #vampire #witch x vampire #enemies to lovers #M/F #but any other gender too #bisexuals #roommates #mine

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lmao i don't know all your shipping preferences but can i say, i much prefer sam with ba'al than with jack (this might be because i'm a high jack/daniel shipper but also, i just prefer the sam/ba'al vibe over the sam/jack vibe)

I'm a multishipper so I ship pretty much everything simultaneously: I love JackDaniel too 🥰🥰🥰 They are so cute and so good for eachother 🥺

Honestly yeah I prefer the vibe of BaalSam to JackSam as well 👁️👅👁️ But that's personal taste and interpretation of course 🥴

Oh no now I feel like explaining in depth why I love Baalsam and why I ship it... oh no... someone stop me 😩... LET'S FREAKING GO I'M GONNA EXPLAIN WHY!!!!

Mino’s “Here’s why I love BaalSam so much” aka just me gathering up the few baalsam crumbs the show writers, Amanda Tapping and Cliff Simon left in their wake....and baking a cake with those crumbs.

Before I start, PSA: English is not my first language, so please bear with me if there are any mistakes 😭

Okay so I feel like at first I can't explain it without mentioning the differences with jacksam, and to all jacksam shippers: I love jacksam to bits too and they're so good, as the show has showed us multiple times, but I miss a little spice here 😩🌶️

I will also briefly talk about things I have found in Baalsam fics that I adore in (Fic points)!! And link back to fics I love with (x)!!!!

(Mid-writing note: I realize I say a lot about Baal and less about Sam, and that is because I just think about Baal way much than I think about Sam, mainly because we have so little Baal screentime compared to Sam’s screentime. I often wonder how/what he feels and try to analyze his behavior closely. 🥺 I don’t do it as much with Sam, sadly 😭

1. The ship dynamic scale (totally made up by yours truly, me 😎)

I often describe the ships I prefer as "A is obnoxious and B is struggling to stay sane" (maybe because it is a description of my own relationship??? 🤔) (this is exagerrated for fun and giggles don't worry i am fine and happy). They are all a variation of this, in different levels. I'd say jacksam fits level 1, Jack being obnoxious sometimes but in an endearing, jokingly, "aww you're such a goof 😍😂" way, and Sam's not really struggling, she just laughs and shakes her head, her heart full of love for her man.

Baalsam on the other hand. Oh boy. They are on level 5 out of 5. What the hell. Baal is obnoxious, in the villain way. And that means, a VERY extra way. He's mean obnoxious. Putting salt in the wound obnoxious. "if you don't shut up I will punch your teeth in/shoot you" obnoxious. Sam is struggling every minute to stay sane with this crazy motherfucker. He's SO MUCH. ALL THE TIME. But joke's on her, she also thinks it's funny. 🤡 That's her sanity flying out the window.

Seriously, Sam has to put her foot down. She has to play Baal’s game and sometimes be mean too. I feel like Baalsam allows Sam to unveil her true potential. A strong woman who takes no shit from men and 2000 years old overlords. She can be 200% true, smug, mean. Maybe JackSam respect each other too much they wouldn’t dare saying/doing some things like Baalsam would 🤔 Maybe Sam is restrained by everything she lived with Jack, the respect she has for him, the 10 or so years spent having him as her superior officer.

A lot think that Sam got her smug from Jack, but I don’t agree: she was smug from the get-go in COFG. She just can’t be too smug with him around or it’d sound like insubordination. Aint she tired of being nice? Doesn’t she wanna go apeshit? That’s what baalsam is. Sam going apeshit and quitting being the perfect nice girl.

Baalsam is an explosive volcano and it ravaged me 😩💖💖💖

2. Baal is a Villain

Send him to horny villain jail!!! BONK!!! 💥🔨

Baal being a villain is VERY important. Villains are so extreme. Everything he does, he does way too hard and too much. His evil plans? As layered as an ogre. Onion. I meant onion. His wardrobe? Nothing but the finest. His love? He'd give his Queen the Universe.

I love that. Everything he does, it's too much. But it's so amazing. Urghhj I love it SO MUCH. Sam is overwhelmed 😩💖 All of that for HER?? Damn, boi either really wants to get laid with her especially or.. 🙊‼️ I love the concept of a Villain’s Love because it knows no boundaries. A villain won’t be held back by things like morals, the love they feel is disproportionate......AND I DONT KNOW Sam being able to provoke this kind of feeling in Baal’s little snake heart makes me lose my absolute fucking mind!!!!!

Very important too: even if he becomes a SGC ally in one way or another in whatever AU, Baal will still keep his good ol' villain habits. Sam would try to tone them down, but they will always be there. You don't erase 2000 years of bad habits 😭. His first solution will be murder, and she will go "we talked about this." Classical Enemies to Lovers shit 🥴💖 (x)

(Fic point: When Baal does something so extreme yet so so soooo damn sweet for her and Sam can’t believe it??? 10/10 Or when he acts on his villain plans for distasteful jokes and that puts Sam on a tight spot and he immediately feels bad at the unfair treatment she gets because of him (x))

3. The endless verbal jousting

I love watching them being mean to each other. If Baal goes too far, she /would/ hit him, and he would turn his other cheek saying "Do it again, loved it". What a freak 🥴🌶️ (x)

Honestly I just love their little sparring matches, even more so when they do it in front of an audience. Like lmao guys..... y'all flirting in front of everyone what the hell!!! BONK !! 💥🔨 horny jail for both of you. At least Teal’c seems to enjoy their jousting 😂 He even teases them holy shit, Teal’c is the true multishipper in that show!!!!

(Fic point: When they argue and come to a fistfight (mostly Sam hitting and Baal taking or blocking the hits)? HELL YEAH!!!!)

4. Admitting the other’s qualities

I’ll start with Baal:

Baal seems to appreciate the courage Sam shows in front of him. You could explain her confidence in The Quest by saying that at this very moment Baal doesn’t have an advantage on Sam since she’s the one holding the gun. There is something else, and I will bring it up later.

Let’s talk about Reckoning!!!! The situation is different, Baal actually called for help whereas he was supposed to kill everyone on Dakara. And here goes the little sparring match in front of Jacob 🤡 Sam ordering Baal around??? Being smug as hell??? 10/10 love it

It’s the first time he sees her and he’s taken aback. He should look mad, having a woman addressing him like that. But he looks rather surprised and curious of what’s going to happen next. I can literally hear the little “Hm. Interesting.” in his head. Baal enjoys that smug look on her face. Tau’ri female who??? Who IS she!!! Quick gotta be a jerk so she won’t suspect I’m crushing super hard right now!!!! Cliff Simon decided Baal will be the horny one among the System Lords and holy shit he did just that 😂😂😂 i’m sorry i’m just incohenrently babbling at this point I CANT BELIEVE THIS, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!! you thought that huge ass post was going to be me thoughtfully bringing points and evidence? nope it’s just me losing my shit.

I believe that, despite what Baal says, he recognizes Sam’s intelligence to some extent. He’s just too proud to say it clearly and is too busy testing Sam’s limits. The more I think about it, the more I feel like he really looked for that punch in The Quest. Some kind of... I don’t know... “What makes you so special, as a female Tau’ri, to be on your kind’s elite scout team? How much can you take before you retaliate, if you retaliate at all? Show me what you’re made of.” kind of thing? Baal has shown some kind of interest in Earthlings in the past. He has studied them while living among them and he seems to like how different they are from other humans, Now he knows she’s as fierce as she needs to be to survive in this galaxy.

Have you sEEN his smile and his laugh after she punched him in The Quest? AFTER SHE TURNED HER BACK TO HIM TOO, OH, MY GOD. He really wanted a drastic reaction from her and he got it.

That is a “I love me a woman who can kick my ass” kinda smile if you ask me 👁️w👁️...

What makes me think that it was a test is: after the punch and Sam’s threat to kill him, he stops being so annoying and they can finally work together. But why? Why did he care about being killed? He was a clone, there’s no way he was still hoping to steal the Sangraal from SG-1, so his mission as this one Baal clone couldn’t be fulfilled anyway. That makes me think that he was just testing Sam’s limits, and maybe having a little fun with her.

(Fic point: I LOVE IT when Baal gets access to the SGC and everyone gets on his nerves because he thinks they are all dumb as shit. But when he talks with Sam, he’s not so annoyed. She can keep up with him. Well, sometimes she needs a little help but- Maybe she’s okay to be with sometimes...(x))

Sam’s turn:

It’s no problem for Sam to admit Baal’s intelligence. However the idea of working with him just makes her go [grimacing emoji] 😭 😭 😭 She just knows he’s gonna be obnoxious pfahahaha But!! She trusts and values his knowledge nonetheless! She knows that teamed up with Baal, they can solve anything. I believe that’s why she asks him for help so easily despite...Well, Baal being Baal.

I feel like, when you put the "it’s a matter of life and death” thing aside, Sam’s desire to learn could push her towards Baal. She knows there is a lot she could learn from him, and they can work together once he stops insulting her every 5 seconds. She can learn from him in those moments.

(Fic point: I love fics where Sam learns things from Baal... It’s usually very sweet, because Sam is absolutely adorable when she’s excited about science and Baal can’t help but melt a little bit when she smiles so bright at him. Thankful.)

5. Sam’s kindness

I said earlier that, as we all know, Baal is a villain. But what’s important here is that he is a Goa’uld System Lord.

No trust, no kindness and love allowed between those guys. Those would leave the door open for treason and low blows. (See Qetesh in Continuum)

(I believe the only Goa’ulds truly in love we saw were Apophis and Amaun’et)

Now what I tell myself is: that must be pretty freaking lonely. In any shape or form. You can’t have friends, because you can only befriend your fellow godlings who will try to kill you at any given opportunity. Same for mates. 🤔 Baal is just alone at the top of his army and that’s all. What if this isn’t enough? He is different from other Goa’ulds.

What if Sam’s genuine worry and thankfulness towards him in Reckoning were the first time he had someone feel those towards him for like, hundreds, or even thousands of years? Not something distorted and stained by any slave-to-god adoration?

He is soooo surprised. He even stutters a little? At a loss for words when faced with kindness, you, galactic overlord? And she looks actually worried about him and his ship about to go down, when before saying thank you, she asks him what’s going on. I like to think that this first interaction shaped what Baal will think and feel for Sam forever....And that it made him a bit soft for her 🥺 Maybe he sees in Sam (and in the rest of SG-1, see: how much fun he’s having with them during The Quest) a possibility for friendship and maybe more, something he hasn’t considered for A WHILE. He seems to be thinking “did she really say that...wait what do I answer to this...uh....Good luck.......ok i said it. damn that was weird.”

Also can I briefly talk about this??

Why does Sam look so embarrassed in a “Oh god right Dad is right there and saw all of that hUM.” way 😂 I don’t think she felt like it was creepy, since Baal was just responding to her kindness, and she definetely doesn’t want to talk about her being nice to a System Lord with Jacob bjfdjgbfdg

(Fic point: All I can think of is this fic where Sam gets thrown in a prison cell with a badly beaten up Baal (his symbiote is not able to heal his wounds because of a collar he wears), and she refuses to leave him there to die. They escape together 😭💖💖💖 (x))

6. Sam knows Baal will never hurt her

Maybe this is a result of Sam’s kindness in Reckoning, but Baal made it clear to Sam that he would never hurt her directly. And this is what I was referring to when I said “there’s something else” in Sam’s confidence in confronting Baal. This line below activates all of my monkey braincells because what the hell!!!!

That’s “I kinda like you” in Villain language is it not????? Out of all the things Baal could have answered to “You can kill me if you want”, he decides to say “I would never dream of killing you.” with a voice so soft... oh my god. Talking about soft....

Is it me or Baal’s touch on Sam is kind of gentle....like he doesn’t hold her wrist too tight or anything,,,, 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭💖💖💖 Because honestly, another Goa’uld would have yanked on her arm so hard to put their hands on that hard drive but no no no he just closes his hand on her wrist and lets her go gently when she pulls out of his grip and AM I OVERANALYZING THIS?????? IM SORRY I GOT THAT TRAIT FROM MY DAD!!!!!!! we just have that tendency to watch things over and over again to notice all the small detailsssss

I like to think that afterwards, once the heat of the moment gone, she noticed that, hey. He /could/ have hurt her very badly, she was at his mercy after all. But he decided against it. Maybe because she’s the only one who’s been nice to him for literal cenTURIES????? HHHNHNHNHNHN I CANT!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE SHE NOTICED IT!!!! And that it’s why she’s so confident addressing him like she does in The Quest.

I think I’ve addressed pretty much everything here and I’m going to talk about more things I like about BaalSam but more on the headcanon side 🤔

Miscellaneous:

About Baal’s host:

I have said multiple times that Baal is different from other Goa’ulds, and I really don’t think it is just an act.

He is willing to break the god act, change strategies when he realizes there are better ways to proceed, searching for new allies in drastic situations, etc etc... Baal is way more human than other Goa’ulds.

What if that was because Baal let his host’s thoughts influence his own?

Why wouldn’t there be asshole humans wanting to be hosts to asshole Goa’uld symbiotes? Just like the Tok’ra, but on the villain side? (even if Tok’ras are assholes lol) (except Jacob. I love Jacob) (And Martouf) (I don’t like Martouf but he’s the only one with Jacob that I consider a Real Tok’ra) (The other ones are hypocrites) (ANYWAY!)

I love to think that when Baal doesn’t have the flanged voice, it is his host who speaks, as Tok’ras do. I know symbiotes don’t have to talk with the flanged voice but. Having Baal and his host thinking so alike that it doesn’t matter if it’s the host or the symbiote talking makes so much sense to me. It really could explain his different way of thinking. Baal has shown curiosity for humans and how they think, how to better manipulate them...What if it was because of the good experience he has with his host? It could also explain why he’s the horny one amongst the System Lords 😂 He is just very human in a lot of ways.

Now you’re like “ok but what does that have to do with Baalsam” AND YEAH I HEAR YOU !!!! I just think it may be easier to imagine Baalsam for a non-shipper if you see Baal in that light? 🤔 🤔 🤔 it sure helps Sam seeing herself with him in fics 🥴 I don’t know!!! We know so little about Baal, and there are so many possibilites. I’m going way out of the Baalsam remit but at the same time, I strongly believe those who don’t understand the ship are those who stop their analysis of Baal at Abyss. He is so much more than just “that one Goa’uld who tortured and killed Jack in that one episode”. Baal has so much potential that makes this ship work!! Sam seeing that potential makes this ship work!

Sam hosting Baal (yes, the symbiote):

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO!!! This is something I LOVE to bits!!

That’s a thing that is great if as I said, Baal and his host are on the same wavelength. But it can work without it nonetheless.

Sam hosting Baal, consensual or not, is always ALWAYS such an amazing trope. (x) It’s really something that makes me hyperventilate because it makes them so close...so blended...it’s infinitely intimate... When Baal is in love with Sam, it’s even better. (x) I almost can’t describe it because it is so wonderful. Being able to feel each other’s feelings. Baal healing Sam from inside when she’s injured. Sam deciphering his emotions and most importantly the affection he has for her, especially when he still haven’t confessed it? holy shit it’s SO DAMN GOOD!!!!! The silent conversations they can have within Sam’s head, Baal pouring Goa’uld knowledge into Sam’s mind. It’s just the two of them and I can’t express how comforting that is to read.

i don’t know, random stuff I like i guess, I’m almost done:

He just really craves her attention huh. Look at that smile, so cute...”I’m smart! Did you know I’m smart as hell? Of course you did. But I Would Like You To Acknowledge It.” He’s even bouncing on his heels, i love when he does that!!!! He is turning towards Sam especially too 😭💖 and she’s just ê____ê LMFAO

(Maybe this is just another “it is my speciality and not yours” moment but hey i like to give him the benefit of the doubt 💖)

Baal being “I’m tired of being a villain, I want to be loved now”...Aren’t you tired of going apeshit? Don’t you want to be nice? just a little bit?

Baal using so much petnames so easily... i’m usually not a fan of those but having him saying “my love, my sweet” etc etc oh fuck!!!!! i don’t know wHY it gets me!!!

A lot of Baalsam fics are smutty, and while I enjoy that, I still think they have so much potential on the spiritual level. They’re both nerds and they both have so many things to learn from the other. (x)

Baal taking Sam on his ship to show her some neat space stuff.

Baal loving motorcycles just like Sam and modifying engines with naqadah.

Guess i’m just gonna link to fics I love now nvkjfdg and that I haven’t linked to already--

In the Lap of the Gods - Rating: M - Sam gets stuck in a sarcophagus with Baal. Really well thought fic, I love it!!!

The Mating game - Rating: M - Ten dates. Can I call this slow burn? It’s slow but not too slow. Please read this, it’s hilarious and so well written like- this fic makes me lose my absolute shit!

The Mating Game: Endgame - Rating: E - Read after The Mating Game. Honestly yEAH!!! Amazing sequel to an already amazing prequel, what else can I say 😩💖 you got some Host!Sam action in this too!!

Enemy Amongst Us - Rating: E - Hmmmm Sam falling for Baal is always yummy 🥴 It has more than that, it’s pretty wild!!!!!!

Those are not all but they are the ones i prefer 🥺💖💖💖 (along the ones I linked during the essay)

I think I’m done? Congratulations for reading all of this lmao 😭💖 I hope you can see why I love Baalsam so much now!! They are just SO MUCH FUN!!!

feel free to send me asks and stuff about this TvT/

#stargate sg1 #baalsam #samantha carter #baal #my thoughts #that was long but fun #i dont think im bringing anything new to this part of the fandom but heyyyyyyyy #*daniel voice* anyway i'm sorry but that's how i feel about it!!!!! what do you think?????#in conclusion: THEY ARE HILARIOUS. that's it #i could have just said that #but i didnt #me*baalsam

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Top 10 Worst Romance Tropes - Part 1

It’s Valentine’s Day and that means it’s time to talk about romance. Specifically, shitty romances. Woo!

Disclaimer: This list is just my personal preference, and I don’t want to fight with anyone about it. You do you, boo.

I’ve also tried to avoid things that have been talked to death like romanticizing abuse or love triangles because I want to keep things original. There’s also definitely going to be a part two to this post since I came up with so many terrible tropes.

And third, but not last: this list specifically pertains to the genre Romance (whether paranormal, fantasy, etc. the point is that the romance is the main plot or at least half the plot). There will be a separate list for romantic subplots in other genres.

1. The Misunderstanding

If the entire plot of the novel can be solved by the characters having ONE (1) conversation, I’m just not interested.

Chances are these people should not be together anyway, since apparently, they can’t even communicate properly. You can’t both/all be communication bottoms. One of you needs to suck it up and be the top.

I’ve seen people argue that this actually a good trope because it’s “realistic”, but to me, the whole point of romance is that it’s supposed to be escapist.

Otherwise, we’d all be reading about mediocre people going on mediocre dates and being boringly happy together - that’s realistic too. Do you want to read a book about it? I sure don’t!

2. First Love is The Best Love

This is more applicable to YA than any other genre, but I’m so tired of stories that make your first love be your one and only true love. I’m not saying it never happens, but it certainly doesn’t happen as much as the media says it does.

I feel like it’s both disingenuous, and possibly even dangerous, to raise such a cult around first love. Your first love is not going to be your one and only chance at love and that’s probably for the best. It’s likely, that along the way you’ll find someone who’s an even better fit for you and by then you’ll be more mature and better at handling relationships.

I just wish there were more stories that didn’t romanticize the magic of first love, as much as the showed how experience and knowledge can often be much healthier in the long run.

3. Fighting means Flirting

Just to be clear, I’m not talking about enemies-to-lovers or disdain-to-love, where the characters start out fighting and eventually grow to have a much healthier dynamic; nor am I talking about affectionate fighting, where they insult each other, but they don’t actually mean it.

I’m talking about cases where the love interests are actually fighting, but the author will have one of the side characters say something that implies that actually, they are flirting. Fuck right off!

I’m not one of those people who think that if the characters have one fight, that’s an instant sign of a toxic and unhealthy relationship. It’s fine if your characters fight sometimes. It’s also fine if they flirt sometimes. Just don’t try to tell me those two things are one and the same. It’s not cool to promote the adult version of the message that ‘boys pull on girl’s pigtails because they “like” them’.

If your characters are older than fourteen, I’m going to be expecting them to act accordingly.

4. Virginity Naïveté

This is a trope I see a lot in cis-hetero romance and I’m so repulsed by it.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being sexually inexperienced, or writing about someone who is sexually inexperienced, but these characters are rarely just inexperienced. They are also so ignorant about sex, to the point of making me question whether they are emotionally mature enough to be having it at all. And not only that, but they are often paired up with the biggest sexpot character and it turns into this icky power imbalance, where the more experienced person uses their sexual experience to manipulate their partner.

It’s not realistic, and it’s gross, stop perpetuating the social construct of virginity. Just let women (and sometimes pretty feminine gay men, but that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms) have healthy sex lives. And if they are inexperienced, at least let them have a healthy attitude towards sex and sex-havers. And pair them up with someone who, if not at the same experience level as them, is at least at the same level emotional maturity.

5. Questionable Consent

Nothing puts me off a story faster, than if I have to wonder if the what happened was fully consensual.

I don’t know how to say this, but please stop having your big male characters groping strange women (or sometimes strange smaller man, but again - ‘nother can of worms) or even women (men) they know, who have not expressed any romantic interest in them; pressing them against walls/doors; giving them lovebites (yes, something I literally read once - though admittedly, it was in a fanfic) and any number of inappropriate physical behaviors without explicit consent.

Surprise kisses are fine if the other person responds, or if you stop when they don’t - but anything other than that is weird, uncomfortable, and it makes me feel like this character doesn’t understand boundaries. And frankly, I don’t want to root for someone who in any other circumstances would be a rapist.

6. Insta Love

I’ve recently been exposed as a slow burn hoe, and that’s true enough, but even if you like faster-moving romances, what’s so compelling about Insta Love?

The whole point of romance is to see the development of the relationship (except for the rare cases the partners are already together at the start, or if it’s a second-chance romance) and see them falling for each other.

If they are already in love by the second time they meet, all that potential and stakes are lost.. And half the time, you can’t even figure out why they are in love, to begin with, aside from the fact of being two people of similar ages, attractiveness levels, and the right sexuality. It’s boring and lazy, do better.

8. Teacher/Student:

This is probably because I work as a teacher, but no power dynamic will skeeve me out more than the teacher/student one.

It’s particularly awful if it’s a high school student / high school teacher, for a multitude of reasons I hope I don’t have to explain, but even if it’s college it’s still pretty gross. 18-19-year-olds or even 21yos are just not mature enough to handle a relationship with their professor, who is a minimum of 35 btw, (unless they are some super-genius), and holds their future in their hands.

Maybe grad school would be okay if I’m sure it’s a one-off and that professor doesn’t make a habit of dating their students. Really, the most acceptable versions of this, are either grad-school student/professor, but the student is not that professor’s class, or a college student having a one-sided crush on their professor, and then they meet on equal terms, years after.

9. All in the family!

I’m not talking about actual incest, which should obvious - but specifically about dating your partner or ex’s sibling/parent/uncle/aunt/first cousin.

I mean, if it’s a one-night-stand, fine, everyone makes mistakes, but a prolonged relationship, that I’m supposed to root for? Yikes.

Your ex will always be there. At your wedding. At your anniversary parties. Every holiday from now on. And how awkward are family get-togethers going to be when everyone knows where your genitals have been, from now until the end of time. And especially currently, with the internet and how everything is forever? Once your kids /your ex’s kids grow up? They’ll know too! That’s gotta be uncomfy.

10. Cheating

Look, if the romance starts with cheating... well, first of all, I’m already rooting against this couple, because they are assholes and I prefer my romances asshole-free (when it comes to the main characters at least).

Not only is cheating such a gross and awful thing to do to someone but frankly, I don’t think any relationship that starts with cheating can last. I don’t think you can really trust a cheater - not just to cheat again, but really for anything. They already broke their ex’s trust, who says they won’t do it to you too?

Now, I will say there are some borderline situations that I find more acceptable, where your mileage would vary, if things with the third person beyond purpose-less flirting (aka flirting for the sake if a confidence boost, rather than with the intention of starting something - some people are just naturally flirty) and/or at any point the people involved know that what they’re doing is wrong, but they keep doing it anyway - I’m out.

Some authors will try and justify the cheating MC, by having their partner cheat too, but I’m sorry - two wrongs don’t make a right. That just means everyone is an asshole, and I’m not rooting for any of them to be happy.

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Name: Eivor Bjorn Hagen Age: Thirty-Nine Birthplace: Ice Coast Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Dirty Blond Height: 6’0”

Scars: Diagonal line across his forehead (left side) that crosses over his right cheek *thin line. Straight across the line on the side of his head (Right side). Notch missing out of the top of his left ear. Thick diagonal scar across his upper chest. Small scars liter the rest of his body, hands, legs and arms. Tattoos: All following tattoos are grey as they do not have coloured tattoos at the time. Back piece: The weeping Heart Tree. Right Side of head: Simple Crow. Left side of Head: Simple Dragon.

Loyal to: King Edric Stark & Queen Freyja Stark Seat: Ice Coast, Ruling Lord Relationship Status: Widowed, Unencumbered Sexuality: Bisexual

Siblings: One Sister (Younger) Children: Two Sons (Eighteen Months Apart), Lif (Daughter,Deceased) Other Relations: Mother (Deceased), Father (Deceased), Kiiara Bal (Wife, Deceased)

Religious Views: Gods of the Forest (The Old Gods)

Good Traits: Impassioned, Steadfast, Curious, Straight-forward, Creative Wit, Ambitious, Hardy, Statistical, Blunt, Adentureus. Bad Traits: Volatile, Insensitive, Untrusting, Merciless, Emotional, Cutting, Disrespectful, Brutal, Unyielding, Stubborn.

History:

The Hagen name never had any nobel power attached to it until Eivor’s eighteenth winter. Before that, they were simple people. His great grandparents were wildlings that had been escorted across through the Wall by Jon Snow. They settled on the southside of the wall and began to work the land. In the short time between settling the land and the war of three kings starting, his grandparents had a few children. They then left to fight in the war . His grandfather ended up dying but Eivor’s grandmother returned once all had settled and moved the family to the Ice Coast. There, with a few other Wildling families, Eivor’s parents grew up on a cattle farm and began to set up House Crow. They became integrated into Westeros. His parents remained on that Cattle farm all their lives and until Eivor was about fifteen he grew up on the farm as well.

The younger years of his life were simple but hard work nonetheless. A sense of hard work and responsibility was instilled in Eivor from a young age. He spent most of his days working the land with his father and most of his nights training with a sword and shield. However, unlike his parents, Eivor was not content to stay on the family farm. He longed for so much more. The stories of how Arya Stark sailed off to the edge of the world integrated him. They sent his mind spinning around what she may have found out there beyond the edge of the map. He longed to sail to such places. At fifteen, he convinced a small crew of young men to accompany him to sail out from the Ice Coast and go North West to see what might be out there. They were gone for close to ten years. Sailing from island to island. Plundering claimed lands that had no relation to Westros and pillaging whatever resources they could from any other unclaimed lands. In that time, Eivor met and married his wife. Kiiara had three children for him while they ventured from one place to another. Constantly moving. The only home they had being the boat that Eivor and his kin stole. They did make their way back to the Ice Coast when Eivor was about twenty-four.

Upon returning, he found out that the North was about to go to war. The Ruling Lord, at the time of Eivor’s return, was not happy with his actions but delayed his judgement of Eivor and his crew after the war. Without much time to settle at all, he enlisted in the Northern army. Battle after battle on the open sea had trained Eivor well for what was about to come about across the land of Westros. He rose through the ranks as a proficient warrior and man skilled in both battle and war strategy. To this day, Eivor prides himself on the ability to use the land, the weather, and the strengths of his warriors as well as the weaknesses of the enimay to his advantage. When the war finally settled, Eivor returned to the Ice Coast and found that while away a pledge had swept across his home town and killed a great number of people. His daughter and wife had fallen to its hold. Thankfully both his sons had survived and his sister had taken care of Eivor’s boys while he was away. The trouble, however, did not end there. He still had to answer for his crime of stealing a boat and abandoning his people for years. Though many of the Ice Coast’s men and women called for him to be pardoned due to his acts in the north war, the Ruling Lord would not allow it. Before he could pass a judgment however, Eivor called for a trial by combat. The Ruling Lord against himself.

In a rather intense one-on-one battle, Eivor came out victorious. He earned his freedom and called for a voting for a new Ruling Lord. Yes, by all accounts it should have been him. He killed the last man to rule, so by right the title was his. He wanted the people to choose however. Two other men ran against him but in the end Eivor was voted ruler of the Ice Coast. Taking House Crow as his own, Eivor has been Ruling Lord ever since.

Under his rule, Eivor has managed to expand their reach of trade goods. He has made sure to send Raiding parties to those islands he had discovered in his youth. Their rare treasures have and continue to bring boats to the shores of the Ice Coast to this day. He is known for being very proud of both his sons. His greatest joy in life is being a father to those boys. Though, it does haunt him that he was gone when both his wife and daughter passed away. He has not remarried since. Although he does have a reputation for bedding many and flirting with even more. He is rather shameless with his affections. Eivor is, generally, happy but that itch to see more of the world has begun to once again tingle his skin. The raids to the west are no long easing that itch either. He longs for new lands, new people, and new battle but is held in place by loyalty and family.

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Wanted Connections:

Children: Eivor has two children, both sons. One of them is 20-21 and the other is 22-23. They are the best thing thats ever happened to him, so bring that man his boys. Ex-Lovers/Current Lovers: What is the proper word for it? Man-whore? Shameless man-whore? I think we will go with that. Eivor is a flirt. He will sleep with men and woman. As long as you wanna sleep with him and he wants to sleep with you, its gonna happen.

Friends/Allies: Bring me friendships that are pure and perfect. Bring me hate/love friendships. Bring me allies that trust each other. Bring me allies that don’t. I want them all. I am a plot whore, come to me everyone.

Sister: Eivor has one younger sister. She is about 33-35. Please contact me before taking her.

Enemies: THe way that Eivor conducts himself may not rub everyone right away. I would love for him to have people that do not like to be around him and find him generally unpleasant because he really, really can be. Someone Special: For those of you who have watched vikings, I would just die if someone could bring me an Athelstan-esk character for Eivor. For those who did not watch Vikings, I am looking for a character that Eivor would have found on his travels. Someone who believes in a different set of gods than himself and challenges Eivor to think about different beliefs and costumes. I would prefer this character to be male and possible have a romantic interest in Eivor that we could build up to.

#eivor #story #history #about #whats my tag #broken.intro

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The Terror of the Grizzlies - Chpt.2

Summary: All your men are dead, but you've somehow managed to catch the famous gunslinger, Flaco Hernández. Sadly, your horses flee during a bear attack so you're left to transport Flaco on foot. Will you manage to turn him in? Or is his constant flirting going to finally break you?

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x f!Reader

Word Count: 1469

Rating: SFW

Tags: Bounty Hunting, Grizzlies west, Bears, Flirting, Del Lobos, Fighting, Violence, Slow burn, Enemies to lovers, Trust issues, Fluff.

Notes: hehehehe next chapter CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3 | FULL FIC

You wake in a state of panic, that sound far too familiar and scarier than any bounty you've ever faced. And to make matters even better, it's pitch black. You can't see a fucking thing. But oh boy, you can hear that beast coming. You can hear the thudding of its footsteps as it approaches.

It's a bear.

You're quick to your feet, grabbing your gun as you climb on top of the prison wagon. You look over in the direction that it's coming from but to no one's surprise, you can't see anything. You can, unfortunately, hear the horses scream and bolt.

"Fuck!" You yell, looking in the direction of the horses. You hear the sound of their hooves disappearing, running for their lives. Literally.

That bears still nearby, roaring again. You fire off a couple of warning shots, hoping that you'll either accidentally hit it, or scare it away. Maybe both.

"Give me a gun," Flaco says from underneath you, looking up to faintly see your outline on top of the wagon.

"What?! No!"

"I know where it is. I've lived in these mountains a lot longer than you have. I know how to hunt in the dark." Flaco has a valid point, but you don't trust this man at all.

"No, Flaco. I don't trust you," you bluntly tell him.

"Come on, chica, I ca-"

"NO!" You shout at him, cutting him off.

Flaco's taken aback, sitting down and staying silent. You fire a few more shots in random directions and thankfully, one of them's a hit. You hear the bear let out a whine as it scurries away. You stand and listen, hearing its footsteps get quieter until finally there's silence.

You climb down from the top of the wagon, sighing. You sit down, head in your hands as you question what you're meant to do.

"The horses are gone," Flaco blankly states.

"Yes, Flaco. I know the horses are gone!" You snap at him again. "I'll look for them in the morning. Goodnight."

You get back into bed, your gun propped up against the driver's seat in case that bear came back. You barely slept, stuck with a perfect divide between fear that the bear will return, and questioning how you were meant to get Flaco back down to Strawberry. Flaco doesn't sleep much either; you only know that from the lack of snoring.

Morning's here. As soon as it's light enough, you're up on your feet, ready to start tracking the horses. You shove your breakfast into your pockets, deciding to eat it on the way.

"I'm going to go find the horses," you tell Flaco as you head off.

"Flaco will stay here then. Sitting in this cage as bear bait," Flaco huffs. You don't respond, trudging your way over to where the horses were last seen.

Thankfully, there are tracks. You spend all morning trying to find them but those horses must have ran far. You can feel your heart sinking a little more with every step you take, knowing that you're not going to find them. The sun is now overhead and you give up all hope, accepting the fact that they're long gone. You begin your depressing journey back to Flaco, deciding how you were going to transport him.

Maybe this was how it was all meant to end. Maybe Flaco would shoot you the second you let him out of the wagon with some hidden gun he had. Maybe he'd push you off a mountain, or wait till you're asleep and run off. That'd be a good thing, the journey would be much easier alone, but then this would have been all for nothing. If Flaco managed to escape then those poor nine men died for nothing. You were going to get Flaco Hernández to Strawberrys jail, even if that's the last thing you ever do.

You're finally back.

"Wow, look at those horses," Flaco sarcastically says as you appear in his line of sight emptyhanded.

"I preferred you when you were more flirtatious and less sarcastic," you tell him as you approach.

"Oh, you enjoyed my flirting, huh? I knew I'd eventually get through to you."

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night," you tell him as you pack up your belongings. You always pack light, keeping everything in one rucksack. The only problem was, there wasn't enough food and your tent was a single. As much as you wanted Flaco to sleep outside like the dog he is, you also can't let him freeze to death. You'd figure that hurdle out when you get to it.

Before approaching Flaco, you take out another set of chains, a much longer one. You hide the key in your coat pocket as they auto-locked and you didn't want Flaco knowing where the key was. You put your rucksack on and approach him, standing in front of the bars.

"Here's what you're going to do," you begin as you draw your gun, lazily pointing it at him. "I'm going to keep your cuffs on and chain the two of us together. Only I know where the key is, and this means you can't run off. We're going to walk all the way down this fucking mountain, then I can chuck you in jail, get my money, and go home for a goods night's sleep. Understand?"

"That's it? That's your plan?" Flaco asks, trying not to laugh.

"Yes, that's it. That's all I got to work with."

"You spent all night on this brilliant plan of yours, princesa?"

"I have bags under my eyes, Hernándes. Of course I did," you sigh. You're tired.

"Oh, my poor cazadora. Flaco will do whatever you say."

For some reason, you want to believe him. Something in your gut says this will be a lot easier than you imagine, but you know damn well not to trust this guy, nor your gut when it's clearly speaking nonsense.

You let Flaco out, instantly regretting your decision when this beast of a man stands towering over you. There's no way this is going to work. There's no way this man isn't going to just push you aside and run for it. He could easily pin you to the ground, grab your gun, and shoot you. But he doesn't. Flaco puts his bound hands out, allowing you to chain one of your wrists to his. There's about 2 meters of chain in between you two, room for him to walk slightly ahead whilst you point your gun at his back.

"You going to keep that gun there the whole time?" Flaco asks you as he begins walking.

"Yes, Hernández," you tell him, following closely behind. You take one last look over your shoulder at the wagon, still enraged, one bad thing after another.

"You can call me Flaco, you know," Flaco tells you.

"I don't want to get friendly with you."

"Ah, why not? I think we could be good amigos, you and me, hopefully more." There's a flirtatious purr to his voice, briefly looking over his shoulder at you.

"I know you only say these things to wind me up."

"No, no. Flaco would never just say these things. You can keep on pretending like you don't enjoy it, but I'll be carrying you away in my arms before this journey is over," he lightly laughs.

"Whatever you say, Hernándes," you sigh.

Flaco's silent for the rest of the day. He occasionally slows his pace, letting himself walk beside you rather than in front. You don't often realize it straight away, too tired to click onto Flacos gradual loss of pace. You click on to it once you feel his eyes on you. You'll huff and point your gun at him, to which he chuckles and goes back to walking ahead.

What was this man trying to do? Push your buttons? Get so fed up you'd kill him? Whatever it was, it was working.

By sundown, you're just letting him walk beside you, your gun still in hand but lazily at your side. You're exhausted and Flaco can see it in your eyes every time he looks over at you.

"You going to set up camp, chica? A big strong woman like you needs her rest," Flaco informs you.

"I probably should," you sigh.

You chain Flaco up to a nearby tree, enjoying the feeling of not having that heavy chain around your wrist. Flaco makes another comment as you're securing him. 'We're only just met and you're already eager to tie me up, huh?'

Flaco watches you as you set up camp, making a comment about how the tent was far too small.

"I'll let you sleep against the tree then," you sarcastically respond.

"And let Flaco freeze to death? Come on, querida, you're smarter than that."

Flacos right. The two of you were going to have to cram together in this tiny one-man tent. Up close and personal with an outlaw. Fantastic. You untie Flaco, keeping his wrists bound. He sits in your tent and watches as you cook some form of dinner, using up whatever rations you had left in your bag. Once the two of you have eaten, you're more than ready to sleep.

"Sleep on your side, then we'll have more room," you inform him as you squeeze in your tent beside him. You lie down, facing away from him, your eyes shut as you face the canopy. You can feel Flaco shuffling and settling down, followed by his breath hot on the back of your neck.

"Face away from me, Hernándes," you sigh.

"What? You don't want to cuddle old Flaco?" He jokes, though you know he's also somewhat serious.

"Just roll over and go to sleep," you tell him.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Goodnight, Hernándes," you sigh, your body begging you to let it sleep.

"Heh," Flaco chuckles to himself as he rolls over. "Goodnight, mi amor."

Flaco's right. You didn't answer his question, you completely avoided it. Were you... getting soft? You'd known this man for 48 hours and he was already managing to chip away at your hard exterior. As if you were allowing a heavily wanted outlaw to worm his way into your heart. No way. Nope. All this flirting bullshit was just some tacky attempt for him to gain your trust and kill you the second he had the chance. You needed to keep reminding yourself that, to keep your barrier up and shoot him down more often.

That was the plan, along with ditching him as soon as you reach Strawberry. It WILL happen.

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( samara weaving , cis woman , she/her ) i thought i saw shadows that looked like luna kolzer . they say they've been here for 5 years but i'm not sure . our priest claims they're really a 29 (appears) year old / ageless demon ( bartender ) but how could that be ? they've been called organized , flirtatious but dishonest so i would be weary of them . thoughts conjure up of freshly manicured nails , blood dripping on the hardwood floor , crimson red lipstick which explains why i've seen them with the ring the vessel’s mother gave her when she was still human .

** triggers: mentions of murder / death

hiiiiiii <3 i’m amanda (20, she/her) - i never know what to put in my little intros?? but basically, a rundown on myself is that i’m an introvert who loves horror (but also gets scared easily?) & true crime. i also love my 4 pets + cheesecake ♡

♡ ﹕ BASICS,

full name. luna estelle rosetta-mae kolzer

nicknames. none

age. appears 29 years old

gender, pronouns. cis woman, she/her

sexuality. doesn’t label

residence. augustus avenue

♡ ﹕ BACKSTORY INFORMATION,

› luna was once a kind young lady - charming and full of life. she used to bring fresh batches of cookies to the church every sundays before she attending the service

› luna was once a loving young lady who store the heart of a loving young man named donavon (or donnie, as she called him) - figuratively, of course. the couple became official 4 months into their relationship & 2 months before high school graduation. they were planning a life together and were as happy as can be

› luna was a lot of things before being inhabited by a demon; but now she’s nothing but a vessel - simply the face for someone else

› she stole donnie’s heart - literally this time. why? because he wouldn’t stop with that god damn chewing! chew, chew, chew, pop! and also because she wanted her arrival to be known - although she ended up just hiding his body & came up with the story that he ran away to be with another woman, leaving nothing but a goodbye letter behind

› luna is not a nice demon woman. she lures people with promises of liquor and lust; she leaves a trail of broken hearts behind her. she loves starting fights with men who think she owes them something & don’t even get her started about the men who expect something from her. and when she feels a little frisky, she leaves a trail of blood behind her

› despite having little-to-no emotions, luna can’t help but feel a connection to the ring her vessel’s mother gave her - 5 years and still without a reason as to exactly why but she simply cannot shake the feeling of love and protection associated with the ring - luna is always seen with it around her left pinky finger

› she makes no effort to seem like the human she inhabited & even goes to great lengths to ensure people know the difference; now, 5 years later, people most definitely have. luna lives in a house on her own, she much prefers her own presence over the company of others (but don’t take that too personally .. she doesn’t like most people)

♡ ﹕ OTHER IMPORTANT INFORMATION,

› the demon has only inhabited her body for 5 years but luna, the actual human being, grew up in ambrose so she’s technically been there her entire life

› the consumption process started waaaaaaay back when luna was 19 - her bff was like “lmao demons aren’t real” and luna basically went “ok watch this” and summoned one but the demon didn’t leave once they were finished; it stayed and slowly started consuming luna

› & despite it taking about decade to fully consume, it seemed like an overnight change from the outside. one day, she’s her normal sweet self & the day after, she’s spitting sarcasm and making sly comments. her laugh changed, the way she smiles changed, the tone of her voice even lowered a bit. she was just .. an entirely different person and no one ever quite understood why

› oh, she was a preschool teacher when she was human but then she was like “ew...... kids” and decided to change jobs also so she can have an easier time finding people to flirt and sleep with

♡ ﹕ CONNECTION IDEAS,

people she knew before becoming a demon

one night stands

frequent visitors of the bar she tends at

enemies, frenemies

exes (ex-lovers, ex-friends, etc)

bffs from hell???

#sorry this is so long <3 #also i'm sorry if there's any mistakes - it's 3:30am and i'm too tired to proofread DFJKSGH #goryintro

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snarkandsarcasmftw · 4 years

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Hi I'm new to your tumblr I've read all your fake dating/slow burn/ enemies to lovers thing and was wondering if I can shoot 3 names out there Chad Gable Drew Gulak Pete Dunne

First of all, thank you so so so much for reading them. I hope you enjoyed them, they were fun for me to do. Second, omg, yes please? Bring it on. I’ve answered them below. I really hope you like what I came up with.

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Fake Dating:

Chad Gable;

Baron caught Chad Gable staring at her again like she was on fire and he had the hose and Baron doubled over in laughter. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. Her? You really think you have any sort of a shot with her? She’s way out of your league. Besides, I already asked her on a date. She said she’d think about it. Bet that burns you right up, huh? Gonna go pout now, Shorty? Go on.”

“Fuck off, Corbin. I’m not in the mood today.” Chad glared up at Baron. At hearing that Baron had naturally asked Ana on a date, his stomach sank a little. There went that. Women had a hard time resisting Baron, he’d seen that for a fact. Baron also didn’t let anyone in back forget it, either. Chad’s gaze settled on Ana for a second or two and he turned his attention back to Baron, repeating himself. “Go on, Corbin. I said fuck off. Do I have to suplex you? Because we both know I can.”

“What’d you say to me, short stuff?” Baron squared up, flexing and ready for a fight. Chad rolled his eyes and stepped up, body to body with Baron, putting his chest into shoving at Baron, smirking a little when Baron growled. “I said, fuck off.”

“Now why the hell would I wanna do that? This is fun for me.”

“Because if you don’t, I’m gonna…” a throat cleared from behind them and Baron’s smirk grew. “You’re gonna what?” Baron asked calmly, this look on his face as if he’d done nothing to start anything. “Ana, hey.. You come over to tell me you’re gonna let me take ya on that date, darlin?”

Ana’s laugh had Chad resisting the urge to laugh himself and also had him raising a brow. Ana stepped in between the two men, looking from Baron to Chad as she bit her lip. “Baron?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“What was the name of the place you wanted to take me?” Ana asked, her eyes settling intently on Chad’s mouth. She was just so fucking sick of Baron messing with the guy. Chad didn’t deserve it. Chad was more of a man in his pinkie finger than Baron was in his entire body. It wasn’t Baron Ana wanted, it was honestly Chad. So Ana was about to do something to fix the whole situation and to show Baron once and for all that not every woman liked overgrown fuckboys with the mannerisims and the mentality of a 12 year old.

“Some barbecue place near the hotel. Why? Does this mean you’re finally gonna give in and admit you want me? I fuckin knew it.” Baron was gloating already, smirking, his chest puffed out. Ana gave a short laugh and shook her head no. “Not quite.”

She turned to Chad and pressed her hand palm down against the front of his singlet, letting her fingertips brush against the straps, giving a playful tug to pull herself against him closer. Chad sucked in a sharp breath and eyed her with a curious glance.

What was she up to?

“You can take me though. You can take me anywhere, Chad. You can do anything.” Ana’s teeth grazed her bottom lip and the way her voice dropped real low as she told him he could do anything had Chad giving a smirk and slipping his arms around her as he stared down at her. “Anything, huh?”

“Mhm. See, what Baron’s failed to learn is that some women prefer men to boys. I think it’s high time he learned that lesson… So.. How about it, Chad? Gonna show me what being with a real man is like?” Ana bit her lip, voice taking on a flirty and giggly tone as she walked her fingers up and down his chest, staring up at him. Chad swallowed hard and sucked in a breath when he felt her rubbing right against him. His fingertips dug into her lower back as he cleared his throat.

“I’d love that, actually.” he answered, flashing Baron a smirk as he answered, watching Baron’s eyes cloud with anger. Ana grabbed hold of Chad’s jaw, guiding his gaze down to her as she gave a soft giggle. “You can pick me up at 6. I’ll be the one in the little red dress.”

“Red, huh?” Chad breathed against her lips as Ana rose to tiptoe slightly and brushed them against his while muttering, “Mhm.. I mean you are the one who said you liked my new red lipgloss..”

Chad’s fingertips dug into her lower back more firmly and his tongue slipped past her lips as he chuckled, “ You’re something else, you know that?”

Slow Burn:

Pete Dunne;

“ Y’ can always call me. Y’ know that, right?”

When Pete said it at the time, Alexandra honestly hadn’t ever thought she’d be considering it. But he was her best friend, they’d been best friends since he was 7 and she was 5, so she knew he meant it. She’d assured him she’d be fine and that she knew what she was doing and now, standing in the airport in Florida, where he’d relocated to, she just wasn’t sure how true that was anymore.

The only thing she was beyond sure of was that she missed him. Nothing felt the same without him. Despite having everything go her way for once and having pretty much everything she thought she wanted, she still felt this void. After thinking about it, she decided that she was sick of feeling that way and she realized that the only times she didn’t feel that way were the times she was with Pete.

The realization prompted her to break off her engagement, move out of her ex fiance’s loft and buy a ticket to Florida. She didn’t know if what she was doing was a huge mistake and while she knew Pete meant it when he said it originally, she didn’t know that calling him now would be a good idea.

What if he’d met someone?

The thought had her conflicted. As everyone on her flight rushed to meet the loved ones they had waiting on them at the airport, Alexandra powered on her phone and bit her lip as she realized that Pete had gotten the text she sent explaining that she wanted to visit and telling him she was actually en route.

Pete Dunne stood in the lobby of the airport. He glanced at the time, blue eyes darting to the gate she’d be coming out of when her plane finished unloading. Just as he started to tap his foot impatiently, he spotted her.

Trent and Tyler shared a look as he started to shove through the thickening crowd and headed towards one of the gates. They followed, Trent musing to himself, “I wonder if he’ll finally tell her how he really feels.”

“I wonder if she’ll finally open her eyes. Because she feels the same way too. Remember last time we went back? When he took us to meet her? The tension was so fuckin thick I couldn’t bloody breathe.” Tyler answered as the two caught up to Pete just in time to witness it all unfolding.

Pete spotted Alexandra right as she spotted him. He walked towards her quickly and she ran towards him, meeting him halfway, climbing into his arms, taking his face into her hands as she crashed her mouth against his and kissed him until he felt his lips starting to swell and bruise. Pete’s fingers dug into her ass and he growled quietly into the kiss while deepening it.

“I broke it off with Jasper.”

“Thank fuck. Was startin t’ think I was going to have t’ kidnap y’ before the wedding.” Pete let her slide down his body and stand on her own feet but he pulled her close, staring down at her. “Yer okay though… Right?”

“Better than okay, actually. I feel happier and free now. More free than I’ve felt in a long time. I had to come here because I missed you and it was driving me insane.” Alexandra admitted it shyly as her gaze settled on the stone tiled floor. Pete tilted her chin up, staring down at her intently. “Did y’ come here for me?”

“I did.”

The smile came before he could stop it and he leaned in, crashing his mouth against hers all over again, slower and deeper. She clung to him and whimpered quietly at the sheer need in the kiss as she asked, “Did you want me to come here for you?”

“ Just want you actually.” Pete admitted quietly, the kiss breaking as the two pulled apart, working to catch their breaths and straighten their disheveled appearances while laughing and staring at each other.

Enemies To Lovers:

Drew Gulak;

“If that dress got any shorter, you’d be violating several dress codes in the handbook.” Drew’s gaze roamed over her body and Carmen fumed, looking up at him. Naturally, rather than spare her a compliment, he had to point out something she was doing wrong.

It felt like no matter what she did, Drew Gulak was going to find fault with it. The man was overbearing. The fact that he was also her biggest temptation went without saying. She preferred not to think about it, if she had to be perfectly honest.

“Oh? And what if I told you the higher ups like these dresses? I mean they must because this is what I’m told to put on every single time I have to do a segment or walk you to the ring, asshole.” Carmen stood straighter, her gaze still only meeting the center of Drew’s chest. She jabbed her finger into it, biting her lip when she felt the muscles beneath his bare skin ripple at the touch. Tilting her gaze slightly, she met his gaze and smirked. “ Tony also likes these dresses.”

“Tony’s easily amused and easily bored, as well.” Drew fumed at the remark. Every single time he was around Carmen, he felt his grip on his self control slip just a little more. Lately, being around her for any length of time was a challenge to his fading self control of epic proportions.

Especially when she made her little comments. Or when she openly flirted with their co workers. Or wore the revealing outfits and the little heels she seemed to enjoy wearing to flaunt her body to pretty much any man with eyes.

It was driving him fucking insane.

She raised her hand and Drew caught it with his hand around her wrist. He stepped closer and stared down at her intently. Carmen stepped closer, glaring up at him. “You’re an overbearing, uptight…” her words were cut off at Drew loosening his grip on her hand, letting his own hand boldly venture down to her ass, squeezing it hard through the fabric of her dress as he crushed her against him and buried his mouth in her mouth deep and mumbled simply, “Brat.”

Carmen started off with every intention of shoving him away, but she wound up gripping his tie and raising herself to tiptoe, one of her legs raising to his hip and his hand moving down to grip her thigh. She gasped into the deepening kiss when not only did he bite her lower lip, but she rubbed right against him and felt the way he was straining at his trousers already. “You do this on purpose. Now you know what you do to me.” Drew stated as his fingers slid through her hair and snagged in the ends, hand resting across the back of her neck as Carmen felt her lips swelling under the impact of the kiss he gave. “What I’m struggling to figure out is why. I know you’re not interested in Tony or any of the others.” the kiss broke and he stared her down, firm gaze as he waited on her answer.

Carmen’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to come up with something, with anything other than the honest to God truth.

“I.. Oh fuck you.” Carmen grabbed hold of his tie, pulling his mouth back down to her own as she gave back a kiss with twice as much force and passion as the one he’d pulled her into. When she rubbed against him, Drew groaned, his lips parting, her tongue slipping between them, massaging his tongue.

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alrightinbed-betterwithapen · 5 years

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Clever Little Things — Part One — David Dobrik x Reader

A/N: hey guys so this one’s based off an awesome ask! I’m writing my asks a little slower at this time (and taking sometime away from Datalie until inspo comes back) to ensure better quality. I’m also turning this one into a series. Lemme know if you have any ideas of where you want this story to go. Anywho, thanks for taking the time to read, love ya!!

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Summary: You don’t like David, and he plans on changing that.

Anon Asked: Hey !! Love you're writing, nobody ever does my requests so hopefully u can break that pattern :-), can u do a david x reader where it's an enemies to lovers sort of thing, where he's really charming and smug to her and like a huge flirt and she kinda just rolls her eyes and tells him to fuck off (maybe it could be a series??) Thanks !!

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David fucking Dobrik.

Fuck that guy.

Yeah, you said it. Repeatedly and sometimes out loud. You couldn’t give a fuck about YouTube’s resident golden boy. You have lived in California far too long to be impressed with young, ridiculously wealthy men and their expensive cars. David seemed like a guy who fell face first into a vat of luck and wore humbleness like a cloak, hiding who he was underneath.

You were bound to run into him around Hollywood, your job as a freelance editor had you working with a ton of people in the industry he dominated. You had once preferred working in TV and film, but when a girl named Gabbie reached out to you, getting your info from a colleague, you were yanked into the YouTube world. Gabbie loved your work and had given your name out to all her influencer friends. The calls came rolling in.

Hey, it was a paycheck. These viral sensations actually made bank, and you were getting a more steady source of income from them than you did at any other job you’d worked in the city of angels. It even led to a pretty long contract job at a decent media group. Where you had to attend events and mingle and really learn about the world you were working in. It was mostly good.

But David, he fucking annoyed you. Whether it was hanging all over Instagram models for clout, or holding up the entrance line at a club to take paparazzi around his car, laughing and playing it up to an extreme, he fucking irked you. You had made the mistake of following him on Snapchat, one of his stories accidentally rolling over from a friends; he had two bleach blondes screaming about merch and then the camera flips around to his smug face telling you to swipe up. Yeah. Fucking. Right.

In your mind there were the Paul’s, Ricegum and David Dobrik: the premier fuckboys of YouTube.

So, there is no way you’re actually going to call Jason Nash about becoming his steady editor. You tell Gabbie as much over coffee.

“But, it’s a job, like long term and well paying... and he asked me about editors I knew the last time I saw him. Plus, if you last for a while, you can put that shit on your resume. And he’s great, like the coolest, chillest dude ever,” she’s explaining, trying to win you over. She had told you all about his kids and ex wife, how stressed he was. And that he could pay big money because he was racking in the revenue from his relationship with Trisha Paytas. Still, working for one of the vlog squad basically meant working for David, and you weren’t interested in that at all.

“Yeah, no. I’m sure he is, but the vlog squad? C’mon. Why would I do that to myself when you noped the fuck outta that mess years ago,” you tell her, sipping on your latte.

“Because I’m not an editor, (Y/N). It’s not like you have to hang out with them. You just hang around Jason and edit his shit. It’s not that complicated,” Gabbie says, looking at you like you’re dumb. You roll your eyes at her.

“Maybe I don’t want to be associated with David Dobrik and his loyal servants when their party comes crashing to the ground. You know it’s coming. He’s the next Shane Dawson expose for sure,” you ramble, “Like, Dobrik is the next Jake Paul. At least that’s what I get from his Snapchat’s, does he do anything but try to sell his shitty hoodies? And prank people until they cry?”

“Yeah. He gives people cars all the time.”

“PR move!” You yell, a little too loudly for nine in the morning at a coffee shop. Gabbie jumps a little and brings her hand to her mouth, shushing you. Ignoring her, you continue, “Yeah, it’s sooo genuine, Gabs. ‘Hey guys, I sent my friend to the hospital last week for a poorly thought out, unfunny stunt. This week I’m buying my assistant a car! No motive, no PR team screaming at me from the sidelines. Nope, I’m just a super awesome, humble guy who appreciates the people who obediently follow me around like a puppy so I can make content that’ll have 16 year olds everywhere buying my shitty merch!’ Gimme a break.”

“Holy fuck, I know you’re a cynic, but you have gone full pessimist lately,” Gabbie laughs at your impression, shaking her head. “They aren’t bad people, (Y/N). David isn’t either, he’s just young and rich and a little dumb. And Jason is probably the most down to earth one of them. Just think about it.”

“Ugh, fine. Fine, just no more talk about it. How’s your book coming?”

You change the subject, firm that the phone number she programmed into your phone will never get any use.

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Then Defy Media goes under and Clevver, the main source of your rent lately, is done. You are out a decent paying job and next months check, you are royally fucked. Staring at the number in your phone, bent over on your couch, your thumb hovers.

You need the job. You want work, being at home with nothing to do all day makes you stir crazy. But all your points listed out about this still stand.

Fuck it.

You type out a quick message to Jason about Gabbie and his need for an editor with a link to your reel. You press send before you can talk yourself out of it. Then, it’s a waiting game. You’re scouring the internet for job postings when you get a message in return.

Hey! I’m so glad you hit me up. I desperately need help and would love to have you as my editor. Your reel is great! Can you meet for coffee in like 2 hours? I’m behind already and we can talk logistics.

You’re shocked. He must be desperate if he’s hiring you sight unseen and already getting you to work. But it’s a saving grace and more than you could of wished for. You’ll get a paycheck sooner and not have to worry about eviction. You let him know that’s fine and arrange a place.

The meeting goes well, Jason is a cool dude who doesn’t seem as wound up as your usual content creators were. You agreed on a wage (like 35% higher than your last gig, fuck yeah) and got to understand Jason’s edit style and post dates.

What didn’t shock you about the job, but you were hoping you could circumvent, was that you would be working closely with Trisha and David, as Jason often traded footage with both of them. And unlike Jason, they both edited their own vlogs because they had either, fewer responsibilities in their lives (Trisha), or were anal about their edit and wanted to do them personally (David). Great, great, great.

A jobs, a job though. You’ve survived working with some shitty people in your time and honestly didn’t think you’d have any problem on your hands.

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There are problems though.

Yeah... there are a couple.

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The first is Trisha. Well, she wasn’t a huge problem, but an obstacle. She was super insecure (you knew this going in) and the first time she came over to Jason’s and you were chilling on the couch, finishing up a vlog, things got tense. She knew you were hired, but she hadn’t met you before. You’d introduced yourself and shook the woman’s hands, wearing your usual editor getup of jeans and a giant hoodie, no makeup, hair not really done up but presentable enough for the public and giant headphones, to tune out the world around you.

You think that helped you because Trisha made a comment about how you were at least not trying to look good for Jason. You laughed at that, and looked her straight in the eyes with meaning behind them, and maybe a little intimidating,

“You couldn’t pay me into retirement to sleep with Jason.”

She’s taken a back for a second and you both look over to the man. You say no offense softly as the man shrugs, but don’t apologize or try to take it back. Trisha just snorts and says she likes you, claws retracting and a calmness returning to the room. Jason looks like a bomb’s been defused and ever grateful for you.

Bullet dodged... hopefully.

——

The next problem is David...

He’s actually the rest of the problems you have with your new job.

See, Trisha got over her bullshit pretty quickly and began texting you once a week for specific footage with Jason. She would describe them well and stay on the phone while you found and verified the clip, and then you’d send them to her. No muss, no fuss. She was an editor’s literal dream.

But, David fucking Dobrik was a nightmare.

Constantly texting you about clips from things that weren’t recorded, but he’s “sure they were because Jason was holding his camera like it was recording”, or waking you up in the middle of night to make sure you weren’t using a certain song for a montage or outro because he was going to use it in the next week.

And that was besides the ridiculous amount of times David was reminding you not to post certain things that were gonna premiere on his channel first. Like, yes, it’s fine to tell you. If it makes David feel better that you’re hearing it from him and not Jason, FINE. But to text you every post day, over a dozen times? It was a fucking joke and has been going on through week four of your new job. And you’d had enough. You’d mentioned it to Jason, but he’d just shrugged it off as David being David.

Well, fuck David.

You’d never even met the man in person at this point in time, but he was living up to every one of your terrible expectations. That’s when the 14th text comes in, as you’re exporting Jason’s latest vlog and just leaning back to relax on the older mans couch. That’s also when you snap, hitting the call button on the text and calling the douchebag.

“Hello? (Y/N)? Why are you callin-,” he starts after a few seconds of waiting for it to connect.

“Hey David! Nice talking to you finally and not just reading your utterly demeaning and demanding text messages!” You start in, just letting loose all the irritation he’s caused you over the last month. “Super appreciate the literally DOZENS of messages you leave me on post day, not to mention in the middle of the god damn night the rest of the week. I’m glad you understand what an invalid I am and how the constant texts actually do help me! It’s absolutely not a slight to my four year education and years of experience in my profession. Or the fact that I do heed your words the FIRST time I hear them, because it’s my literal job. A job I have that actually doesn’t revolve around you. Crazy, I know!” Your voice is just dripping with sarcasm at this point. In your brief pause you can hear a soft, amused breath from his end of the call. It doesn’t stop you at all.

“Anyway, I just wanted to call and let you know how productive you’re making me, and thank you! I really don’t know how I would function in my chosen career without your undying, unrelenting, un-asked for guidance. Hope the vlog that just posted meets your standards! Leave a comment if it doesn’t. Just please, please don’t text me about it.”

And you’re slamming the end button before he can respond. You look up and Jason is standing in the entrance way to his living room, jaw dropped. And all he can say after lifting it off the ground is,

“I didn’t know he was texting you in the middle of the night! Yeah... fuck him.”

You’re glad this ends with you both laughing and not you being fired.

——

“Your editor’s got some mega fucking attitude, dude,” is the first thing David says to Jason, picking him up in the Tesla the next day. Jason just starts cackling at that.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t text her in the middle of the night. Most people’s work schedule doesn’t extend to 3am, Dave. And I thought she had quite a few points. Like, she works for me. And she does in fact know how to skillfully edit my shitty vlogs,” Jason’s laughing this out and is glad to find David just as amused.

“I wasn’t expecting to get ripped a new asshole is all. I was in an Uber to some event and Natalie heard the whole thing,” David replied, kinda sheepishly.

“You’re just butt hurt that there’s someone in this world that doesn’t give a fuck who you are and is willing to talk shit to your face. And that now Natalie and I know someone put you in your place,” the older man retorts, pointing at him accusingly before going on, “I’m not reprimanding her for having enough of you. She’s doing great AND Trisha likes her. Fuck off dude. Just text her less.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t give a fuck who I am?” Of course this is the part of what Jason was saying that David focuses on.

Shaking his head, he explains, “Well, she knows who you are and is absolutely comfortable enough to basically call you a dick within the first month of being my editor. Also, Gabbie told me the first time we talked about her that (Y/N) hates working for the bigger creators on the platform, and that she thinks they’re all materialistic and out of touch assholes. So, you know, I thought she would be a perfect fit for me. I’m basically nobody. But you? There’s no love lost there from the beginning, but she’s obviously professional enough to keep from snapping on your ass for like a month. I don’t know, Dave. What? You want me to force her to care who you are?”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I guess I just figured-“

“Sorry, dude. Not everyone loves our golden boy. But she’s not a mean person. She’s never even mentioned it. This is what Gabs told me forever ago. Either way, she doesn’t have to be blown over by you to be my editor. Right?”

“No, yeah, right. I guess I didn’t think I was bothering her. I’d always hit you up the same amount.”

“Yeah, but we’re friends. She works for me. It’s different,” Jason’s explaining as David nods along, eyes on the road, thinking.

(Y/N) doesn’t like him? Everyone likes him! YouTube world or not, David was charming as shit. It perplexed him, stirring uneasiness in his chest. This was just going to be a challenge in his eyes now.

She doesn’t like him? That’s fine. She will though.

David guar-an-fucking-tees it.

——

David Dobrik sends you an apology Edible Arrangement. The good kind, all chocolate covered fruit.

There’s a card attached that says,

Jason’s last vlog def met my standards, so you obvy don’t need my help. I’ll stop being such a dick.

(See? I didn’t text you.)

-D

It makes you laugh fucking hard.

You find it a little endearing but also, yeah, you deserve an unhealthy Edible Arrangement. He probably has a contact at the fruit company for appeasing all the people he steps on to run his empire. You’re not special, but the thought is at least there. Whatever. He had stopped bombarding you with texts and had been much more polite in general, so you were more than fine with the whole situation now.

You had hoped this was the end of it.

——

It wasn’t.

——

#david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x y/n #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik fluff #david dobrik smut #david dobrik fanfic #david dobrik #vlog squad imagine

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pheonix-sassafras · 5 years

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Subject Interview- Marcus Guerriero

Quotes: "You think you can get away with that bastard?"

"Yes, sir. I'm absolutely sure I'm not going to do that shit for you.... sir."

"Fuck off and go to hell. If I see you again, you'll be meeting the Lord next."

"Hey... it's okay Sweetheart... I'm not gonna hurt you, honey. Come here, I'll protect you."

Name: "Marcus Guerriero, a pleasure to meet you."

Introduction: “Ciao, Miss, I’m Marcus Guerriero, a pleasure to meet you.”

Nickname: “Oh, boy... let's see here. Soldier boy, Italian bastard, and by a rare few Mark, but mostly I'm called Marcus. Feel free to give me one; trust me, I'd tell ya if I don't like it."

Preferred name: “Marcus.”

Age: “24.”

Gender: "Obviously, I'm a man."

Race: "Italian, well I'm a tiny bit of a lot of other things too. But I'm mostly Italian."

Sexuality: "Straight"

Powers: "What makes you think I'd tell you? Well, don't go doing anything crazy now, Oi mio... I'm a magic-user. I can heal, do a lot of small magic. Happy? Good."

Weapons: "You will never see me without a few small knives and or a pistol. You might see me with a sword or rifle from time to time as well, the sword more often then rifle. Where? Well, I’m afraid that wouldn’t be too smart of me to tell ya would it?"

Personality: "you're asking me? What can't you tell? Oi, mio Dio..." (Marcus can be slightly arrogant and acts like a big tough guard dog. But once you can crack his outer persona he projects, you will see he is actually a softy, loving children and is kind and caring. He would do anything to see someone smile. But the moment danger comes, he will protect those he cares about with his life)

Drunk: “Can’t say I ever am.” (Swears vividly, even if in front of children. He thinks he is the cutest thing and tries flirting with everyone but can flip and turns into the bitchiest thing in a millisecond but is most often fun to be around.)

Coffee: “Black. No, no sugar, no creamer. Black. What do you mean how do I drink it like that, it tastes good.”

Beliefs: "I believe in a god. As the saying goes, there are no atheists in a fox hole. What else do you want me to say?"

Voice: "What? You are listening to me, you tell me.” (Marcus has a very rich sounding deep voice. He has a slight Italian accent, and his voice will catch slightly on the English words, but when he speaks Italian it is smooth and easy to listen to)

Abilities/ skills: "Weren't you listening? Ay.. sharpshooting, hand to hand combat, healing, first aid, archery kind of. That one is a work in progress more so than the others. I'm still training, don't give me that look."

Inabilities: “Well, if I must answer. I have trouble showing how I feel, and for the life of me, I can’t shoot a bow to save my life. But I am working on that.”

Love to be done: “I love it when people hum. When someone is happy enough to absentmindedly hum, I could listen to that forever. “

Likes: "What Italian doesn't like women, but not in a disrespectful way. After all, such graceful and beautiful creations must be protected. I like a little bit of beer here and there. I love to visit the ocean, it has and always be my first love, to be surpassed only by the love of my life. I like nature and the calm, the peace and quiet. However, I like a fair fight and a good challenge as well."

Dislikes: "I hate, absolutely hate rude men. Girls are not something to be joked about inappropriately. I hate abusive men, god if I ever hit a woman that didn't deserve it kill me then. It takes everything I have not to kill every sexually abusive man I see. No means no bastards. Drunkards annoy me, as do rude children but not enough for me to do anything. Unfair fights I don't tolerate."

Treasures most: “Having a family to come home to.”

Weakness: "Ah... well... children. I can't bear to see children hurt. Those I love, I can't let them get hurt. I also have a somewhat short temper. As far as personal weaknesses in my skill, I don't defend my back well or my left side. But I'm working on that. I have been caught with a sword in a gunfight, having only knives. That won't happen again, I hope. My archery is not reliable. In hand to hand combat, I take a lot of risks. But no risk no reward, right? Anything other than that is my fears of small enclosed spaces, having my movement restricted, and the dark. Don’t laugh, have you seen what happens in the pitch black?"

Strength: "I'm nearly a perfect shot with a rifle, still working on it too. I wouldn't say I've mastered the skill of sword fighting, but I'm pretty good at it. Oh, and if you hurt the ones I love, I will do anything to kill you. You have been warned"

Completely break: “That wouldn’t be wise for me to share, would it?” (he will have a mental break if his movement is restricted or senses are taken away or small enclosed area for long periods of time.)

Faults: “I am too nice to people who don’t deserve it.”

Things never to be done: “Insult my family, and you will find yourself at the focal point of my anger and temper for a long time if you don’t die in the original attack. I know how to kill 7 ways to Sunday, I will find a way if the need arises.”

Biggest secret: “You aren’t nearly important enough to me for me to share that Miss.”

Act when depressed: “Well, I’d have to say I stay home and sleep. Nothing wrong when you have to take a day every now and then. If you saw and did half of the things I have done, you would understand.”

Shows affection: “I will do anything I think you will like, try to show the wonders of my job and the life I truly want. I will open up about myself and my life. If you are lucky, I will play the guitar.”

Home: "I travel around a lot."

Occupation: "Pirate, spy- but keep that a secret."

Pet: "Hmph. Yes. I also have a 3-year-old rescue German Shepard named Buckshot."

Bio: "What all do you want to know? Listen, you don't have to know every little detail of my life. You're lucky I told you all of this. Fine. I'll tell you. When I was younger, my family was killed while my brother and I were out working. My family was poor, but the robbers still tried to get every ounce of money we had. When I arrived home, I found them dead. All of them, from my little 5-year-old twin sisters to my mother and father. The police never caught them. I was raised by a family friend. I joined the war as soon as I could, along with my brother Lee and friend Kyle. Lee died in an ambush, Kyle died in an attack. Jackson became my lifeline after he was promoted to Captain. My group believed I had what it took to be a spy. So... here I am. Don't look at me with pity. I don't want that."

~Appearance~

Hair color: "Chocolate Brown."

Hair Style: "As well kept as you get at sea."

Hair Type: "medium length."

Eye color: "I've been told icy blue."

Skin color: "Tan, I guess."

Makeup: "Does war-paint count? Then hell no."

Nails: "Am I supposed to pay attention to them?"

Body Type: "Fit. I work to keep myself working to keep myself strong."

Height: “6’3”

Weight: “210lbs.”

Tattoos: “I have a Celtic knot for family and father on my arms.”

Scars: "My back is covered in scars, my arms are covered in various scars. A few on my stomach, a few on my legs."

Outfit: “Take a look” (Doesn’t wear a hat all the time, but is seen with a black hat occasionally. Wears a long brown jacket that partially covers swords scabbard. He always has his sleeves rolled up. Carries at least 1o knives hidden in various places. Carries his sword on his left hip even though he is left-handed, dagger behind his sword and pistol on his right hip. Wears a silver and black cross, believes it is the only thing that keeps him from going dark. It is his father’s and the only memento of his family.)

Birthmarks: "None"

~Family~

Dad: "Steven, he's dead."

Mom: "Analisa, she's dead."

Brother: "Lee, he's dead."

Sister: "Avalyn and Francisca, both dead"

Lover: "No. Not anymore, anyway."

Kids: "Avalyn and Ally"

~Relationships~

Mentor: "Maria"

Apprentice: "None"

Friend(s): "Maria, Lyra, Lily."

Best friend(s): "Jackson and Kyle."

Group: "I only follow orders from the Grey Armistice."

Enemies: "Too many to count, way too many to count. Are we done now? Good"

#SassafrasOCs #marcus #pirateoc #oc introduction

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once-a-turncoat · 5 years

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Too Much Information - Character Interview

Thanks @curiousartemis for sharing this questionnaire.

Filled out for the Dragonborn heroine of my Skyrim fanfic: The Bonds of Civility.

► Name ➔ Cecilia Ameliana Curinwe Varo.

► Are you single ➔ No. I'm engaged to be married to Ulfric Stormcloak, the Jarl of Windhelm.

► Are you happy ➔ It really depends on what time of the day you ask me. I've had such a mix of wonderful and terrible experiences lately. I'd say happier than not, though if you come back in a few hours, you might find me sobbing my heart out.

► Are you angry ➔ More and more every day. Being angry at enemies, like the Thalmor, seems appropriate. But I've lately been struggling with anger at my friends, family and allies. Many of my current problems stem from the fact that when I needed to defeat Alduin, *no one* would just help me with that. Not without getting something out of it for themselves.

They had their reasons - they all do - and now my father has *his* reasons for the way he's ignoring my choices. But it still makes me angry.

I don't like feeling that anger. Mostly, I try not to think about it.

► Are your parents still married ➔ That's an unfortunate way of putting it. My mother died two years ago. But yes, they were married till her death.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ My maternal grandparents' estate in the Nibenay. Big delapidated manor in the countryside. I lived there with my mother the first five years of my life.

► Hair Color ➔ Dark brown. The Nords call it black sometimes.

► Eye Color ➔ Pale blue. Just like my mother and grandmother. My grandmother was from Haafingar, and that's the only trace of Nord you'll see in me.

► Birthday ➔ 19 Sun's Dusk.

► Mood ➔ Even-tempered, with a very sunny disposition. Usually. Quietly sarcastic and judgmental.

► Gender ➔ Female

► Summer or winter ➔ Summer. I grew up in warm places. And then the gods stick me in Skyrim. I could cry sometimes.

► Morning or afternoon ➔ Morning. I'm at my freshest then, ready to tackle the day.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ . . . I don't know.

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ I believe in it. My father fell in love at first sight with my mother. But no, it's not happened to me.

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ I've never been in a romantic relationship, really. There have been men I've flirted with. Nothing serious.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I hope not! I suppose you're asking about romance. In which case, Regulus Umbranox is going to be fine.

I do worry I've broken my father's heart, though.

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ No. I think I've proved that lately.

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yes. I hugged Jarl Ulfric when I came back to Windhelm the other night. Surprised me as well as him.

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ A few. I was very unapproachable back in Cyrodiil. A combination of my family's fame, my father's over-protectiveness, and my disinterest kept admirers at a distance. I've got some pretty strange anonymous love-notes over the years.

There's also my childhood friend, Regulus Umbranox, who is now the Count of Anvil. He *thinks* he's a secret admirer. Regulus is a good friend, so it was very annoying when he started mooning over me. We were about fifteen then. And he kept it up till I left Anvil last year. But he never actually said anything to me. Just to his parents and mine. [rolls eyes] I was never interested in him, but that approach made me very uninterested.

Skyrim is better when it comes to this. People tell me outright that they're in love with me (well, they're in love with the legend of the Dragonborn), and I politely send them on their way. No hard feelings or dancing around the subject forever.

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ I think I may be doing just that right now. The closer I get to Jarl Ulfric, the more I share his pain.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love. I'm not very hot-blooded. It's not that I hate the idea of passion or haven't experienced any physical attraction. It's just - I've never desperately wanted anyone like that.

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonade. In Anvil, there were lemon trees in our back garden. Lemons of course are not widely available in Skyrim. Maybe I can import some.

► Cats or Dogs ➔ Cats. They don't expect very much of you and can look after themselves. I appreciate that.

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I would have said a few best friends, but ever since I came to Skyrim, I've been accumulating all sorts of interesting acquaintances. It's a bit overwhelming, but at least half of them are lovely people I want to know better.

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ I was going to say romantic night in, then I remembered that party in Dragonsreach after I defeated Alduin. That was the best night of my life. Oh, you mean with a lover? Definitely, romantic night in, then. Get them alone.

► Day or night ➔ Day. You can get more done in the day. Night in the wilderness can be terrifying.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Out of the College of Winterhold. By an Imperial Legate who is much too good at his job. Fortunately, Legate Fasendil decided to let me go.

On a less serious note, my friend Larissa Umbranox found a secret way out of Anvil Castle when we were kids. So, sometimes when I'd go over to the Castle to play, we'd sneak out together: Larissa, Regulus, and I, and play along the shoreline. We were never supposed to be there on our own; we'd been warned all about kidnappers and pirates and vengeful elves. We had lots of fun until Regulus and Larissa's younger sister, Oriana, told on us.

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Yes. I mean, who hasn't? Down the stairs, that is. Maybe I'll fall up the stairs when I'm an addled old mage.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes. Very recently. Who? Well . . . you know.

► Wanted to disappear ➔ All the time! Not permanently. I'd come back. I just need to rest and refresh. I can't disappear, though. I have to keep on going.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Smile. Eyes come alive when someone smiles.

► Shorter or Taller ➔ It's intimidating how tall these Nords are, Jarl Ulfric included. I won't complain, but if I had my way, I'd even up our heights a bit.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Are those opposites? Oh, you're asking what first sparks my interest. Intelligence, then.

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship. Two things I've always wanted in a lover: Friendship and a shared wish to raise children together.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ Unfortunately, no. Not at the moment. My father is an Imperial loyalist and he disapproves of my choices. My grandmother and uncle probably would too if I talked to them.

►Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ I might now! But it was messed up by none other than Akatosh, apparently. So it might be ungrateful to call it that. Before discovering I was Dragonborn, my life was very ordinary and placid.

► Have you ever run away from home ➔ No.

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Hate's a strong word, but there are people I'm friendly with who really rub me the wrong way. I just grin and bear it and never say it out loud. People who are getting on my nerves lately: Njada Stonearm, Viola Giordano, and Steward Jorleif.

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ No. When you're in my position, you have to be friendly to so many people, and hope that they'll come through for you. But some of them are fairweather friends, no doubt of that.

► Who is your best friend ➔ My housecarl Lydia.

► Who knows everything about you ➔ Lydia. An exaggeration, but what she doesn't know, she's busy finding out. She's probably the only person who'd know all my answers here.

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