#feels SO nice to be tagging arden in something again

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 5 of Constellations (the first chapter launches on AO3 tomorrow!!! - Sunday that is):

Kadek hosted play parties for kink about twice a month these days. He wasn’t slowing down at all now that he was fifty. If anything, he was becoming more immersed, taking it more seriously, and he had something like regular relationships with about five different people now. When Efnisien had brought the word “queerplatonic” almost eight years ago to Kadek to ask him what he thought about it, Kadek had rejected it, and then only twenty-four hours later semi-joked he was in some kind of queerplatonic thruople with Efnisien and Arden and that maybe he wanted to talk to them about it. ‘It’s just a dumb fucking word,’ Kadek exclaimed the next night. ‘What does it even mean?’ ‘Platonic but more-than-platonic,’ Arden said, and Efnisien nodded. ‘Not helpful, babes,’ Kadek said. ‘Nah, you know it is though,’ Arden said. ‘Come on. The thing we all have, you know it’s something.’ ‘I mean…’ Kadek’s expression creased. That had been during a time when Kadek was still firmly off the idea of any relationships at all. And Efnisien had stepped in, not liking the distress he was seeing. ‘It doesn’t change anything,’ Efnisien said, ‘and you don’t have to accept it, and if you don’t, I’ll never bring it up again. I think it’s a good word for describing what we are now to each other – not romantic, really queer, and more than just friends – but I know you don’t love labels, so…you don’t need to have one. It can just be this.’ Kadek looked between them, and his hands did something where they rested on his knees. ‘Yo,’ Kadek said to Arden. ‘What do you think?’ ‘I think it’s a pretty good term for the level of chosen-family-with-kink we’ve got going. I mean come in, Kadek, I know you tie up a lot of your friends, but you’re not having them over for dinner as often as we come over.’ ‘Yeah, but you’re like my brother,’ Kadek said. But then he looked at Efnisien and leaned back heavily in the chair. ‘But you sure are something.’

#daily excerpt #constellations #falling falling stars #efnisien ap wledig #kadek setiawan #arden mercury #feels SO nice to be tagging arden in something again #anyway this one's for the OT3 lovers

[scmoobly]

T.V | David Shaw

I'll be in denial at least for a little while, what about the plans we made?

Warning: [cheating] [language]

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @mileysmileysstuff FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA TO WRITE ABOUT DAVID VOTED LEAST LIKELY TO CHEAT. I was listening to TV by Billie eillish and was so sad so everyone else must be sad too 🫶

Something had changed in your relationship with David. You couldn't pinpoint to one thing specifically because sometimes it felt like everything was a mess.

You hadn't seen much of him the past few days and when you brought up the subject he'd always brush it off as being busy with pack stuff.

You knew in your heart that it wasn't the reason. He used to carve out time for you, do whatever he could to always have you in his line of sight. But lately he seemed to be doing the exact opposite.

"David are you going to be home late again?" You asked even though you already knew the answer. "Likely, have dinner without me."

And that's it. He was already out the door and gone before you could say anything else. Something inside you was breaking in half and you didn't know how to make it stop. You wanted to talk through this but he never seemed to listen anymore. Or even be around.

A solitary tear ran down your cheek as you abandoned the work you were doing on your laptop.

You needed a breather and you needed it that minute. While rummaging through the closet you heard the familiar notification ping of David's phone. He must've left it in a hurry. You picked up the device and noticed the text message from Arden, one of his pack members that you had met at the solstice party.

Are you here yet?

Since it was a text from Arden you assumed David was on his way to the pack house. Another meeting perhaps? He used to tell you when he would go to pack meetings and even asked if you wanted to tag along, fully aware that you loved meeting Milo and Ashers mates.

You decided that you'd bring his phone and go about your day. If he didn't tell you about the meeting maybe it didn't involve you and you were okay with that. You just wished he didn't completely leave you in the dark.

Regardless of all the mixed feelings in your chest you thought you'd do something nice for him and it would give you an excuse to go see him.

It was cold outside so you grabbed one of David's jackets to keep you warm. It was a lot bigger and thicker then your jackets. And it smelled like him. Another thing you missed.

You drove down to the pack house and parked your car where you always did. Right next to David's. It was one of your inside jokes with him.

"You need to re-learn your parking skills." He says matter of fact-ly as you lay on his chest with his arms around you, the free one messing with your hair. "Why do you say that?"

He scoffed and pulled on your cheek gently. "Because you blocked my car in. It took forever to get it out of the garage."

You tightened your grip around his body and hid your face in his shirt. "Who cares, I'll park next to you forever." He tickled your waist knowing that was your weakest spot and you melted like ice on a sunny day, giggling and kicking your feet. "Oh is that right you little snot-"

You were infront of the double doors leading into the house. You hesitated for a second, wondering if it was rude of you to be intruding on a private pack meeting.

You made up your mind to at least hand him his phone before you left since you had already come all that way.

The halls were silent, much to your surprise. You expected the booming voices of the loud pack members to travel through walls. That's when you heard it. David. He was inside the meeting room.

"David."

With someone else?

The door was conveniently a crack open, giving you the chance to assess your environment before you went in.

But you wished you hadn't, you wished you had never gone there. You wished you had never gotten in your car. You wished you had never found his phone.

Arden was sitting on the table and infront of her was David, holding her face in his hands and kissing her. You held your hands to your mouth, afraid of letting out even a single noise, the tears infiltrating your eyes finally. You were holding your breath as if the only way for you to live was by staying as quiet as possible.

Backing away you crept away from the door, from the house and back into your car where you finally started to cry once you were safe inside the walls that would muffle your voice. You didn't hold back anymore. You were screaming and letting out all the tears that had been building up inside you.

How could he? Why? Fuck WHY???

You started the engine, still bawling your eyes out but trying your best to keep you tears at bay enough to drive away from there.

You went back home. That's not right. It wasn't home anymore. It was just a skeleton of a house made of cement and bricks.

You pulled out all your clothes from the closet, all your books and DVD's from the shelfs and all the gifts he'd given you over time. Instead of putting those in the suitcase you had prepared, you put them in the trash can.

You made sure to wipe away every reminder of you from that house. As if you never existed in his life in the first place.

Before leaving you made sure to leave his jacket neatly folded on the bed and his phone on top of it.

You put your belongings in your car and called Milos Mate, asking them if they could let you stay over for awhile. They didn't hesitate to agree and you were on your way over when you started to cry again. Everything was sinking in.

Everything was making sense and you hated to imagine it but it kept popping in your head. The way he held her close. The way he used to hold you.

"FUCK!!" You screamed

When you reached their house they welcomed you with a hug, helping you carry your bags in. It wasn't long before you spilled your guts to them and they comforted you the best they could.

That night when David got back home he was shocked to say the least. It was like everything related to you had just disappeared. He called you throughout the night which you didn't answer of course. Why should you?

"Angel where are you?"

"Please answer me, tell me you're okay." His voice mails would read.

He sent texts upon texts.

Angel. Please answer my call just once.

I just want to know you're okay.

He didn't seem to care as much the weeks leading up to everything. Why was he bothering now. You thought to yourself as you tucked yourself deeper into the bed, crying yourself to sleep again.

It had been weeks since you last talked to David and you weren't doing very well but you promised yourself you'd hold out. The image of David kissing someone else was what motivated you.

Needless to say, Milo's mate was extremely worried about you. You weren't eating well. You weren't doing anything except sleeping. You called a few days off work and had stayed cooped up in your room.

Out of concern they told Milo that you had been staying at their house. Milo not knowing the full story, ended up telling David where you were and that night when you were stepping out to get rid of the trash in your room there he was infront of you.

"Angel-"

Your jaw clenched.

"Don't you dare call me that.."

You hadn't been talking to anyone so your voice came out hoarse and quiet.

"Angel I-"

"I said don't fucking call me that David-!!" You yelled.

You were seeing red. Seeing him infront of you acting like he didn't completely fuck you over.

"Why the fuck are you here?? What do you fucking want from me??" You tried you hardest not to but the tears started streaming down your cheeks. "Do you want to gloat in my face? Is that what will satisfy you?!" You were screaming and crying all at the same time and it felt like you would pass out any second.

"Listen to me please, I can explain- please Angel just let me-" He tried to get closer to you but you found the nearest object to throw at him, stopping him in his tracks but unfortunately missing.

"How long?"

"What-?"

"HOW FUCKING LONG DAVID-"

"A month.."

Shit- You wished you didn't ask.

"I'm not your little fucking Angel anymore David." You cried, clutching onto your chest. "Why did you do this to me?... what did I do to deserve this?" You whimpered, barely able to keep yourself up.

"You didn't do anything and You didn't deserve any of what I did. It was a stupid mistake- she meant nothing to me!"

Ofcourse you didn't deserve this.

"I loved you so much David. So fucking much. And everyday I went to bed thinking what did I do wrong. Was it my fault? Did you just not love me anymore?"

"Angel please.."

"Shut up-"

You pointed to the door. "And get out of here."

David looked at you with a grief struck expression on his face. "No.."

"I don't ever want to see your face again."

"No please- please don't do this-" he begged.

"Angel I love you so much please don't leave me-"

That was when Milo and his mate intercepted the situation, finally aware of what he had done to you.

"David, just leave" Milo looked disappointed in his Alpha while his mate helped you back into your room.

"No I can't leave- angel don't do this I can't live without you-"

You looked back at him.

"I hope you can't, I hope you suffer as much as I did."

#ao3 #fanfic #headcanons #redacted asmr #redacted angel #redacted darlin #redacted davey/angel #redacted david #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted shaw pack #david shaw

[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 41 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

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Loki woke with a start. Looking around, he was terrified to see that though he was not in the middle of a battlefield as his mind had informed him a moment before with a Dark Elf bearing down on him and was instead in his own rooms safely back on Jotunheim, he noticed his bed was void of his mate who he specifically felt should be by his side.

He noticed her peculiar night attire on her side of the bed. Picking it up, he noticed how heavy the material was and the soft interior fluff, similar to animal fur would indeed give the heat she stated she required. Frowning slightly, he pondered why she would need such a thing. Her seidr always permitted her to be okay with her surrounding climate causing him to worry that she was no longer able to do so. When he heard the sound of water sloshing in the other room, it told him that she was in the bathing chamber. Looking at the dark sky and knowing that it would be bright early in the day at any attempt at a reasonable time in the day, telling him it was still late in the night. Worried, he rose from the bed and walked to the door. He had not even rapped his knuckles on it when it opened widely.

“It’s four in the morning, you need to rest.”

Walking into the bathing chamber, he was startled by the sheer amount of steam. The humidity, though he was unwillingly used to it from his time on Alfheim was like nothing Loki ever experienced before. “What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t get warm so I am just using some hot water to assist me,” she explained.

“What has caused this? You were here in the coldest of times, you should not feel cold?”

"My seidr is trying to do the impossible, I fear." Ella smiled.

"Is it like before, when you got ill?" Loki became fearful at the thought of her going back to that. War with Asgard was barely avoided before and he had seen enough of war to last him several lifetimes, not to mention, his protective feelings for her. She was his mate, his mind had clearly accepted that and he did not want any harm to befall her. He was supposed to protect her, that was his duty as her mate.

“No, nothing like that but it is nice to see you are concerned. No, I fear my body is adapting too well to Jotunheim and her climate but it seems to be forgetting that I am not Jotnar and that I am required to remain at a higher temperature,” she rolled her eyes and gave a small smile. “It’s ridiculous really.”

“That seidr seems to be more trouble than it is worth.”

Ella gave a slight laugh. “You did not say that on Vanaheim.”

“We could have used your gifts on Alfheim.”

“The humidity?”

“It was almost as bad as this.” Loki looked around the room, where steam had fogged every icy surface. “You’ll melt the palace at this rate.”

For a moment, Ella thought him to be serious but there was almost a playful glint in his features. “You honestly think I don’t have a spell for that?”

“I fear you have one for every and any form of situation.” Loki genuinely meant it before he shook his head slightly to fight off the tiredness.

“Go back to bed. You’re exhausted.”

“I will.” Loki did not move.

“You will not go until I join you, will you?” She eyed him carefully. Loki did not respond. “Fine. If only to give you some rest but I am probably going to use you as a heat source, so do not say you were not warned.” She felt around for the plug for the drain to release the water.

“You are warmer than I am.”

“I doubt it at present.” She took a towel that was beside the bath and stood to wrap it around her.

Loki watched her as she manoeuvred herself into a standing position, worried that she would slip and fall before getting out and putting on a towel. He frowned slightly as he noticed her hips were seemingly wider since his departure or perhaps it had always been so and he had not realised it. After his previous partners, he had thought her hips very slight, he had made comment regarding such a few times to his brothers but also once to Arden with regards to potential issues carrying young so slight. He was too tired to think about it too much but he did look with interest as she passed, very much wishing he had the energy to lay with her, having missed their mating while he was at war. Many men from all realms involved in the conflict used the services of certain women through the war, even his brothers seemed to have partaken in some activities, which, as their lives allowed due to their ability to have multiple mates was not something that would be in any manner frowned upon but Loki did no such thing. He had even heard from Helbindi that Prince Thor was not averse to such actions but he did nothing of the sort. As well as the risk of Prince Thor informing Ella if he had done such a thing and causing numerous issues as she would undoubtedly feel betrayed by him going back on his word and because he felt it to be wrong. That had startled him when he had felt that. He saw no issue in others doing it but when offered the opportunity for himself, he felt it was wrong and declined immediately. For the rest of that night, though he was happy with his decision, he pondered why he felt the inclination to do so.

Ella went to the bed and was drying herself, not paying much heed to Loki as she did so. When she felt his gaze on her, she looked at him, noting his concerned features. “What is it?”

Loki could not answer, he did not know why but he felt himself all but overcome with a sense of protectiveness that surpassed his earlier feelings of such. “I...I’m not sure. Something is terribly different.”

“How so?” She studied him worriedly.

“I...I can’t tell, but it is, with you.”

“Me?” Ella seemed more perturbed than anything.

“Yes...I…” Loki had been studying her face but when the towel slipped down, he found himself noticing her bare breast, looking far plumper and most definitely different to when he had left. He had been about to ask her something but instead became incredibly aroused by her current state of undress and how appealing she looked and with his eyes very much focused on her, he walked forward and urged her onto the bed, grateful to feel her legs spread naturally to allow him between them. “There is one manner to warm you up I think I can assist with.”

*

Loki woke to the sensation of Ella moving beside him. His eyes shot open immediately and his hand reached to her.

“What is wrong?” She looked worriedly at him.

“Where are you going?”

“The bathing room, I need to use it.”

“Sorry.” He let go of her arm and watched as she went to the bathing room, worrying why he felt uneasy allowing her out of his sight. The only reasonable thought he could even attempt to use for such was that after the loud and horrid camps of the war field, she was simply some company he could trust to not try to kill him as soon as he closed his eyes. That was a sensation he had not felt in a considerable amount of time.

When she came back to the bedroom, she smiled at him, soothing his worries. She genuinely seemed pleased to see him return and that made Loki feel more relaxed. She got into the bed beside him and seemed to be looking over his body.

“What are you looking for?”

“Wounds.”

“You will find very few.” He looked to the few scratches on his arm from where blades had barely made contact with his skin. Unlike other Jotnar, he bled more than shattered. His skin scarring over where the wounds once were. Now, they looked more like his natural markings.

“So you were not harmed much?”

“Not physically, no.”

“How were you harmed in other ways?” Loki frowned. “You stated you were not harmed physically, implying you were so in another manner.”

“No, I was not.”

“War-weary?”

“Incredibly so.”

“I sent a copy of myself to request us some food. Your father is aware that you and your brothers have returned. He is giving orders that none are to disturb any of you until you so choose to interact with the realm again. All who wish to rest after everything are to do so for at least a few days so to replenish strength.”

“‘Bind?”

“Both of your brothers, it is being warned are getting reacquainted with their mates. We will not see Helbindi for a few days I would think, Greta felt as though she was not far from a heat when I spoke to her a few days ago. Your brother, I would imagine, is going to do everything in his power to assist her into and through one.”

“He swore his goal was to sire daughters after everything.”

“I could not blame him. Siring such is far more appealing here than on Asgard, siring sons seems less appealing, considering everything.” She toyed gently with the marks on his skin, feeling for the ones that were not there before to see if they were simply ones she had forgotten or if they were instead wounds.

“'Leist told me of your actions with him when you went to retrieve him.” He smirked as he looked at her. “How far could you have made it without him or his mates seeing you?”

“I could have slit all their throats in their sleep and they would never have been any the wiser.” She looked into his red eyes as she spoke. “Though, with Alma carrying, it would not have been right.”

“She…?”

“Her heat, it would appear, was successful.”

“She will be a good dam,” Loki commented. “I’m not sure of having that other one as support, but she will do well. The realm is growing so well. How many are pregnant now?”

“Well, most of the males have been gone, so there are very few in the earliest stages, but we are definitely in double figures now. It’s wonderful. So many realms are suffering overpopulation, Jotunheim has a severe issue with underpopulation, this will be so good for the realm. Now with the threat of war gone also, we can invest more fields to food also.”

Loki sighed contently at the thought. “Jotunheim’s future seems to be getting a little brighter by the day. I am sure my father will be elated at the thought of one of his sons already siring. With Helbindi, who I know is adamant to ensure Greta is mated to within an inch of her being, it will not be long before she suffers carry his child also.”

“The House of Laufey will be unable to fit its bloodline at this rate.” Ella stretched slightly as she got comfortable in the bed again.

“It would be humorous if it were all the mates were carrying at once but most often, when one mate is carrying, her fellow mates do not tend to carry at the same time as somehow, it occurs that they do not have heats, so the young are tended to with the highest possible care. But if you and Greta were to also…”

“Well, they would be far from full-term in the time I carry. I could get pregnant today and still have a child before them. Even a half Jotnar is only eighteen months for me to carry while a full Jotnar child is carried for double that.”

“How long is a usual Aesir pregnancy?”

“Eighteen months. If our child had more Jotnar in it, I would be carrying longer but since you are only half Jotnar, it would appear I am growing at the rate normal for an Aesir mother.”

Loki nodded slightly as he felt himself relax at her being in the bed beside him once more, sating his worries by doing so, drifting slowly off to sleep, not noticing Ella’s admission or the half-smile on her face at him for not realising it as he fell asleep once more, he hand on her stomach, wondering when she would feel the child inside her begin to move.

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[wolfpawn]

Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 46

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary -Loki and Laufey discuss the King's statement before Laufey asks his son a very personal question regarding his relationship with Ella. On his return to their room, Loki reveals his heart to her only to get a small reveal for him.

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NOTES - Okay, I’m done with this now, can my brain be so nice as to NOT be in some groggy fog all the time with the way things are right now. I want to write, I know what I want to write but my brain is like “Motivation, yeah, we don’t know that bitch.” 

I don’t do “Stay Safe” I do “Don’t be stupid”, so don’t be stupid my lovelies, though we’re the Tumblr crew, we hated going outside before it was fashionable. 

Loki did not know how to respond. “Coronation? But...why, you’re not...” 

“Yes, your Coronation, and no, I am not dead, clearly.” Laufey walked around the table that separated them and went closer to his son. “Your actions on the battlefield, the manner in which you carried yourself and your tireless striving to better yourself for our realm prove to me that it is time for me to become the first-ever Jotnar king to step down and not die for my son to succeed me. I am old, weary and weak, I do not have the energy and fortitude to continue this role any longer and you are ready. With a child on the way also, you are the future of our realm. A young king is the way forward,” Laufey explained calmly. 

“But you…” “I am tired, my son. I want to live out the last of my days in the wings, watching Jotunheim flourish under you as it never could under me. I want to watch my grandchildren come to be, to rest after so long of carrying the weight of the woes of the realm. The thoughts of spending the last of my life enjoying my grandchildren as they start theirs, nothing could ever give me greater joy. Already two grow within their dams, with Helbindi and his mate, who knows, perhaps even a third to come in the near future. Watching my sons grow from the small little Jotnar learning the ways of the realms, chasing one another with snowballs into men, fathers and in the case of you, Loki, into a King.” 

“Father…” Loki could not process what was being said. He knew that his father saw him as his successor and knew the day would come they would discuss such a thing but to hear him speak of such now, when there seemed little reason to consider it, he could not think of a more competent response. “I am without words.” “There is nothing to say. It is decided. I spoke with Arden on your return. I asked him if he thought you were ready, he agrees with me, you are. You are the way forward for our realm, Loki. With a mate such as Ella, you will bring Jotunheim into a new and glorious era.” Loki did not know what to say with regards to that. He felt a pressure on him which made the feeling he had at the prospect of marrying Ella before he got to know her feel like nothing in comparison to the weight he now felt with his father’s words. 

“We must, however, prepare for any that would argue such a decision,” Laufey stated. 

Loki frowned. “Why…?” “You know how some are with regards to a grandchild of Odin Allfather being heir to our throne but they are the mere few. You heard Kristoff in the throne room yourself, even your own heritage angers some ignorant few,” Laufey thought for a moment. “For this, I think we require another to add their thoughts. When your mate is rested, I wish to speak with you both regarding the matter. She has a way of looking at situations that we do not, she may see something we do not see. She adds so greatly to everything she involves herself in, I feel she would add to this also.” 

Loki found himself nodding before even thinking to answer. It was true, Ella would see angles and aspects they could not. She also brought the wealth of knowledge of dealing with the Aesir court, which he knew were often quite vocal with regards contesting Thor’s readiness to rule, he had heard that from both her and from the camp which he had shared with the Aesir through the war. “I will speak with her upon seeing her again. I just need to deal with another matter beforehand.” “What matter is this?” Loki contemplated saying nothing for a moment before deciding to be honest with his father. Inhaling deeply, he readied himself for the reaction that would come. “I insulted her with my actions, not a moment before coming to see you so I wish to find a way to apologise to her for such with a gift before forcing her to be in my presence again.”

Laufey nodded slightly. “Acknowledging your wrongs and apologising for them is an integral part of being a mate. So long as you did nothing too great, it will be easily sorted once more. She cares deeply for you, that is plain to see. Show her that you are remorseful for your actions and all will return to as it should be soon enough.” 

Loki frowned. “If I am honest, Father, I genuinely expected you to admonish me.” “For what? Having an argument with your mate?” Laufey laughed at the thought. “Loki, take it from a Jotnar that has had three mates in his life, if you’re not arguing or disagreeing with at least one of them at some stage or another, you are not actually mates. I am not talking about full-blown rows with shouting or such but you will disagree and you will have times where you will not see eye to eye, that is natural, you are living beings with your own thoughts and opinions. What does matter is acknowledging when you are wrong and trying to fix it.” He put his hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Getting her a gift and apologising is what you stated you wished to do and I cannot fault such thoughts, do it and speak with her on this matter.” Loki nodded slightly in agreement. “What do you want from her as a mate?” 

His father’s question baffled him slightly. “Sorry?”

“Your mate, what is it you wish to have with her? What sort of a life? How do you see this being in a thousand years or so?” Loki frowned at his father’s words causing Laufey to sigh. “Bertha always was the one I have loved for her knowledge of food and her heart, Farbauti for her kindness, her ability to nurture our home and children, your mother,” Laufey smiled fondly as he thought of Nal. “Norns, she was kindness and intelligence. There was nothing we could not speak about together. My life is enriched by their mere presence. To this day, I think of your mother with only the fondest of memories. When I retire for the evening, I get a sense of happiness knowing Farbauti will tell me of what she has heard since my leaving the throne room today and her ideas for both you and your brother to ready for your respective children. We will speak of how Bertha would be excited and trying to make everything they would have needed and of other matters. But what of you, what do you see as the connection between you and Ella? What makes you happy to see her, what makes you look forward to returning to your rooms later?”

“Well, the child…” “My son, please, please do not tell me that your answer is regarding the child?” Laufey implored, seeing Loki’s face, he sighed. “Loki, if all she is to you is a uterus to carry children and a mind to pick for use as you see fit…” “No, she is not.” Loki was quick to tell his father. It was true, he found himself truly enjoying being around Ella, though if he was honest, he was unsure as to what that was. “It is not like that. I...there is something when I am in her presence, it is like it soothes my mind, this knowledge that she cares so deeply, she was willing to risk her life to remain here because she felt it the right thing to do. She was willing to die for Jotunheim...Her loyalty to duty, it is incredible.” “It is commendable to a fault, but…” “But it's more than that. Her love for Jotunheim, for our home, is incredible, but how she...she knew everything about our realm she could before she ever came, thinking about that alone makes me feel as though she…” Loki thought of the sensation in his stomach in an attempt to explain it. “I cannot put it into words.” “Perhaps it is time to think it over and see if you can. For if you achieve that, you will be better able to embrace what you have and in turn, strengthen and better it. Then perhaps you will not accidentally insult her by making comment on her body changing to grow your child.”  

Loki scowled at his father. “I did no such thing.” “Good, do not do that. Take it from one who did, Nal had it that I, the King of the realm was not even allowed on the royal wing, much less my own bed for a week after that.” Loki stared in disbelief at his father. “I was not always the brightest of young men, I learnt more from doing the wrong thing than doing the right, as you can see with regards to my actions in the war. Norns, but I learnt a lesson there.” Loki could not think of an appropriate response. “Go and deal with your mate and discuss what we have spoken about here. With a nod to his father, Loki left, thinking over everything his father said. 

He chewed on his father’s words as he left his rooms, thinking of what could make up for how he had insulted Ella as he did so. One thought came to him, so with an idea of what to do and a plan of how to do it, Loki rushed to deal with the situation. 

*

Ella gave her mate a scathing look as he returned to their room. She watched as he cautiously approached her, his demeanour suitably meek as he did so. 

“I’m so sorry.” Loki began with those words knowing that they were the least he could say. If she did not listen to them, she would most certainly not listen to anything else he said. “I am so sorry for rubbing your kindness, caring and understanding back in your face as I did. I am sorry I made you feel inferior as a mate, that I put some unrealistic definition of what is masculinity on myself and in doing so, insulted us both. There is no shame in being comforted by a mate, it is one of the reasons we choose mates as we do. You sought to care for my wellbeing and I threw it back at you so callously. I am sorry, Ella.” He noted the harshness in her features become less cold. He walked over, showing her what was in his hands, a significantly sized peculiarly shaped piece of ice. “I got you this, as an apology, but also because I saw it before I left for the war and genuinely thought you would like it.” She took the ice from him and looked at him for a moment. “Wait and watch,” he smiled. 

Ella did as he requested, noting that the ice was incredibly thin and was melting quickly. She watched as it revealed its contents to her. “I…” She touched it. “It’s cold?” “It is not diamond, but permanent ice. It cannot melt, even on realms outside of this.” Loki explained. “It is not very common, we rarely mine it as it is a very difficult to source ice and it tends to not really be used for much since the realm is cold enough to simply use the ice around us, but…”

“It’s beautiful.” 

Loki took the necklace and tied it around her neck before looking at her again. “It suits you.” “Thank you.” The tension remained between them for a moment, Loki unsure of if he should say anything more. “And thank you for your apology.” She gave him a small smile. “I know males have a skewed ideas of masculinity but you are not any less of a man for finding my shoulder comfortable and for getting startled at waking in your bed and not on a makeshift one on a battlefield, these are normal and entirely understandable. I cannot say I fully comprehend what you have endured, Loki, but I do understand enough to know you are tired, in body and mind and the least I can do is let you rest comfortably.” 

Loki felt himself feel more guilty for his actions when he woke. He could see all she wanted was to be there in any manner she could for him. “I apologise again. I...are you alright?” Loki looked worriedly at Ella, stepping forward slightly as she froze, her hand halfway to her stomach. 

“I...I think…” She took his hand and placed it to her side. “He moved…” Loki did not know what to say or think, he simply waited. For a solid minute, he kept his hand where Ella had placed it but there was no movement, feeling disheartened, he went to take his hand away but Ella stopped him. “It does not…” The words were taken from him as he felt a slight nudge against his hand, almost too faint to feel. “Is that..?” Another little nudge went against his hand. 

“I think someone is reacting to you,” Ella smiled. 

“It is not so simple.” “He waited for you to speak to move again,” Ella countered. “It is the first time I have felt movement, he waited for your return.” She looked down to where his hand remained on her stomach. “It’s so peculiar.” 

“I do not think he realises such things as my being gone and here.” “It is entirely possible. On your return, my seidr would have surged slightly with my being happy and relieved about it so he would have sensed that if he has any seidr of his own, meaning he would realise it in some manner and my seidr reacting to you being close by, it’s not entirely impossible, pending his seidr’s strength, lest we forget that I caused my own mother to go into premature labour from the force of my own, he could very well sense it.” Loki felt his throat tighten slightly at her words. Not because of their son reacting, which was incredible in itself, but her admitting her seidr would react to her joy at him being back. He thought of when he left in the past to go to different parts of the realm on matters for different reasons, none he had shared his time with before Ella seemed to react as she had on his return, even Angrboða, who he had thought had loved him, seemed to be happy that her amusement had returned more than she was happy to see him. Ella admitting that she was so happy to see him that her seidr reacted to his return. He looked into her eyes to see that her words were genuine. He swallowed. “Thank you.” “Don’t cry. Your reputation is already in tatters because you showed some form of emotion already today.” 

Though her voice was sarcastic, there was no denying that her eyes showed the words were in jest. 

Loki did not even think about what he was doing as he chuckled before cupping her face with the hand that was not holding her stomach where their son had kicked, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to hers. 

Ella was unsure of what to say or do. She knew that the act was one of deep caring and love in Jotnar mates, she never expected Loki to do such a thing, taking her completely by surprise as he sighed contently as he remained still. 

#pride and prejudice #chapter 46 #loki fic #wolfpawn

[thetruthnowtold]

regarding arden (@bwisou) and soyoon (@ddaengg)

As many of you may know, the news of Soyoon's (@/ddaengg) passing from cancer was announced back in late December of last year. It has recently come to the attention of those of us closely tied to her and in the general friend group with which she was involved, Soyoon is still alive. We wish this was a time that we could rejoice at the idea of regaining our friend back into our lives, but a lot more troubling information came to light in this situation that prevents us from doing so. Beyond the lie about her death, there are inconsistencies in her explanations that lead us to believe that her reasonings regarding her illness and her treatments are false or heavily altered. Arden, who many of you know as @/bwisou, is an accomplice in this, and did not only aid Soyoon in carrying out this lie, but has fabricated her own lies both directly related to this situation and in our own interactions with her as friends and mutuals, regarding her identity.

On March 9th, there were several people who noticed that Soyoon's twitter account had become active. Thinking that it may have been a family member or friend, a number of us reached out to the user and asked why the account was active again. Alex messaged Soyoon for clarification and Christine reached out to Arden to ask if she knew anything about it, only to receive no response from her, initially. A few hours later, Soyoon dm'd Alex and Christine on twitter explaining how she had suffered a herniation and had been in a coma until mid-late January. She continued to explain how breathing and recuperating had been her focus, and thus she was not able to contact anyone until then, except for Arden. She told Christine that Arden had known about her being alive since early February, but that both decided to keep it a secret. Additionally, it was explained that someone Soyoon had known well prior to her coma had stole her phone and contacted Arden on a different social media platform, acting as Soyoon's brother and announcing that she had passed, and later went on to make post for his "sister" on tumblr. While incredulous, but still somewhat believable, many of us started to question the authenticity of further descriptions of Soyoon's treatments and the timeline within which they took place.

As you can see, in Soyoon’s explanation [at first] she claims that she did not have the twitter app installed on her phone at the time. Later on, she went on to say that she did in fact have the app installed, which was why “he” was able to deactivate her twitter and tumblr in the first place. That is already one inconsistency.

It soon became evident that medical facts weren't adding up, and the things she was able to do within such small timeframes following high risk surgeries did not make sense. Soyoon had told Annie that she had begun her clinical trial in October/November of 2018. However, in her messages to Alex and Christine, she claimed that she had been accepted to and started another clinical trial in NYC as of February.

This isn’t how clinical trials work. In order for clinical trial participants to be approved, it usually takes 6 to 7 months. Additionally, if you go to the U.S.’ database for clinical trials, you can see that they were only recruiting participants in 2014 to 2016. Their status is now: “active, not recruiting”, meaning that she could have not possibly been approved for the trials in February 2019, 3 years after it had initially begun. Secondly, Soyoon described her cancer a stage 4 glioblastoma, which would render the majority of her brain cancerous. However, as you can see in the screenshot, she said that her tumor was “FULLY” removed. If her tumor were to be truly “fully” removed, that would mean that the majority of her brain is gone. And even if that was not true, that would have meant that she would be physically and mentally impaired for a long time. The timestamps show that this message was sent on March 13, 2019 and she said she had recently undergone surgery two weeks ago (and two more procedures prior to that). So within those two weeks, she claimed to have regained her ability to walk and use her hands, be able to write coherent paragraphs with no grammar errors or typos, able to play the guitar, and ice skate with perfect balance.

Soyoon has poor prognosis but was miraculously able to be treated and stabilized within the span of 6 months. Her overall presentation of cancer is inconsistent with typical cases of glioblastoma multiforme. She also claimed to have traveled back and forth between New York and Korea shortly after her surgery, which is unlikely to be cleared by any doctor after undergoing such a high risk procedure due to high altitudes, air pressure, and so on.

In addition to this, Arden's messages also became suspicious in the way that they were not only failing to match up with aspects of the information Soyoon was giving, but contradicting her own posts that she had made in December in regards to attending Soyoon's funeral and claims of passing condolences directly onto the family of the deceased.

When Christine asked Soyoon to clarify the situation, she had mentioned that she had been unaware of such a post until recently, and sent the screenshots of Arden’s explanation from when she asked her directly about it.

She would be under a lot of grief and despair, understandably, however she disregards the fact that people would definitely have paid attention to her tags on her posts. She is the original poster who announced that Soyoon had passed away, and she mentions that she has connections with the family members and will pass along condolences directly.

In trying to explain her story about attending the funeral, she states that when she attended the funeral home, she saw the surname “Kim” and assumed it was Soyoon, though this is quite obviously one of the most common surnames in Korea, and it is a bit strange that she hadn’t confirmed.

This is not the first time that Arden has raised the suspicions of some of us who have built a friendship with her over the last couple of months to years since she has been active in the fandom. Amber had been told that Arden’s hometown was Chicago, but as time went on, she began to say that her hometown was actually Daegu. She first began to tell people of her Korean ethnicity and familiarity with the language privately, but in time it became evident that what she started to present herself as more publicly on her blog was different. ¼, ½, ¾ Korean, a Korean proficiency at a low/grade school level versus her now obvious fluency to the point that she can translate with ease and thoroughly describe the language.

This clarifies things a little, but still doesn’t explain why her statements changed over time from making her “less” to “more” Korean, so to speak.

The most noticeable occurrence has been her recurring tendencies to use the photos of other people as her kakaotalk/line icons, and more recently, as selfie/daily life posts on twitter, and claim that they are her. In 2017, Arden posted a series of selfie tags (1, 2, 3, 4). About a year or so ago on kakaotalk, Amber noticed that the photo Arden had recently changed her icon to did not quite resemble the few photos that she had seen of her in the past, but the image was small and not the clearest. When Amber asked if the photo was Arden and if she had gotten her hair cut/dyed, she got a confirmation that yes, it was her, and she had recently changed her hairstyle. This image was followed by several photos with a similar hairstyle and an unclear face. A few other close friends of Arden noticed this as well, but little was thought of it at the time until it came to Amber's attention later on that the pictures had actually been taken from an account on instagram (ah.hyeon), which did not belong to Arden.

Those of us who were close to Arden began to notice throughout the following months that she took longer to reply than usual, but with her being busy with pre-med in university and with internships, this was understandable. However, Amber and Annie in particular started noticing that Arden's frequent displays of interest in wanting to call, skype, and actually meet up in person would never be followed through with on her end. Concerts, theme parks, trips to other countries, etc. had been in the works between Arden and a number of her mutuals, but they never happened. It seemed that something always came up last minute, or the plans were disregarded on her side altogether. It was inconsiderate towards those who set aside specific time and funds in hopes that the meetings would be followed through with. When Amber attended the Hamilton stops for the Love Yourself tour in September 2018, she caught wind that Arden had driven hours and crossed the border to attend the same show that she had the day prior, but did not communicate with Amber, who had at this point been a close friend of two years, that she was there. Arden had said that she would be/had attended the concert with a friend, but then told Alex that she had attended with her mom (who lives in a different state). Amber had not heard from Arden for almost three weeks prior to this, thus there was no indication to her directly that Arden had chosen to attend. Amber messaged her bluntly, making it known that she was aware they had attended the same show, to which Arden responded to the 3-week old messages as if nothing was wrong, said she hoped Amber had a nice time, and then proceeded to say that it was a mistake not to tell her, but that when she met her for the first time, she wanted to be a better version of herself. Between this and the general past that Amber had experienced with Arden bailing on plans and not replying to her messages while blatantly interacting with others elsewhere, she made the decision to call off their friendship, wishing for no grudges and no hard feelings. Arden then blocked Amber on all platforms and they have had no direct contact since.

This also brings up the topic of attending the Love Yourself concert in Hong Kong, as she had promised to send her mutuals pictures of Hong Kong Disneyland and of the concert while she was there. However, she never did and would change the topic whenever it was brought up. In recent weeks, she has been enthusiastic about the idea of meeting up with Christine when she moves to the west coast for school, but there is little reason for Christine to believe that this would actually play out and be followed through with in the end.

This is around the time that Arden's use of other people's photos she claimed as her own began to increase, this time from a different account (seosoosoo).

Since then she has moved onto using the pictures from a korean pizza restaurant's facebook, and most recently as you can see in the 3rd set of screenshots, photos with a dog in which she altered "her" hair colour in order to match up with her previous claim that she had dyed it purple, while the original owner of the photo is clearly someone else. She received many kind comments that she accepted gratefully from friends who were still unaware of the falsifying of her identity, or that were suspicious but didn't think much of it, much like Amber had nearly a year prior. The photos from seosoosoo in particular were posted from 2016-2018, and she is clearly a fully Korean woman, which is inconsistent with Arden’s claims to be only partially Korean and the photos she had initially posted of herself(?) in her first year or so on tumblr. The chat directly above shows Arden blatantly lying about this photo being of her. The majority of the times that she posts are unprovoked, and none of us pressured her to show us pictures of herself at any point in time.

Christine received a notification on April 3rd from Arden’s line account that she had updated her photo to the 2nd photo above. She proceeded to ask Arden if it was her, which she confirmed as being true. Karina, Christine, and Alicia then confronted her about them being stolen from instagram on April 7th.

She apparently “couldn’t recall” using someone else’s photos in the past, but we are clearly aware that this was not a “single isolated” incident, as we already had copious amounts of proof that she had done this many times before, and she was completely disregarding the blatant lie about the photo of the girl with the dog that she had posted on April 4th. Karina ended their conversation following Arden’s explanation, although Christine was not given the chance to reply to Arden’s messages, as she deleted her public twitter account immediately after sending them. Both Christine and Alicia reached out on line/kkt, where Arden apologised for leaving twitter and was willing to explain. Alicia was told that Arden would be stepping away from social media, and stopped her replies. When Christine had sent the following message, Arden read approximately 2 minutes later, but gave no response.

We understand social anxiety and not wanting to post your face on the internet, however she posted these photos at her own merit and was not forced to do so. She did not have to steal the identity of other people online and claim them as herself, time and time again. Some of her close friends and mutuals, some who wish to remain anonymous, confronted Arden and gave her more than enough chances to come clean, tell the truth and be forgiven. She chose to continue digging herself in a deeper hole, and guilt trip her mutuals into believing her.

In addition to her public twitter account, Arden has now deleted her private account, and Soyoon has followed suit with her own.

Initially we did not want to “expose” Arden or Soyoon because they were our friends, after all. It hurts and disappoints us to know that no matter how many chances we gave them to explain themselves, they would not confess or own up to their mistakes. Instead, they continued to lie and tried to block out those who were suspicious of them or pointed out their lies, and we felt that this was the only option they left us. Cancer and death are not topics to be taken lightly, or used for clout or pity. Many of us are going through a whirlwind of emotions and anxieties due to all of this coming to light. As a group of friends, mutuals, and acquaintances who have been close to one or both of these individuals, who all had to mourn the loss of a friend and who put our faith and trust into two people who always presented themselves as genuine and kind, we feel betrayed, hurt, angry, and sad. We feel as if we are experiencing loss again, not once but two times over. Soyoon and Arden have made it very difficult to determine what is truth and what is a lie, if Soyoon truly is alive or if she ever existed to begin with, if Soyoon and Arden are two different people, or one and the same.

It has been a rough couple of weeks for us all, and it took us a long time to compile the information above and inform many of those who we felt were close enough to the situation to know before we publicly shed light on this issue for many of you who may have also been friends, acquaintances, and followers of these individuals. We wanted to compile and post this information to put you all in the know, but also to spread awareness on how easily it is to be manipulated by others online that you thought you could trust. It is easy to make friends here with similar interests and quickly fall into a rhythm of trusting and loving one another. However, it is still the online world, and there should always be a guard kept up to some extent. Lying, guilt tripping, blaming others, inconsistent stories, breaking plans and promises, and ignoring general responsibilities of being a close friend are all signs to look out for. Arden and Soyoon are well-known for being incredibly nice, genuine, angelic people and it is so easy to refer back to these qualities when suspicion and your own anxiety gets the best of you. It is hard to end friendships, and even those of us who had let go or had been trying to move on found it difficult to rest easy with this situation still lingering in the air. This has been a big burden to carry, we have no hard feelings towards Soyoon or Arden, and ask that you please refrain from sending any negative messages to them. Posting this will be a form of release and closure for all of us, and will hopefully be a way for us to grow stronger in a moment where trust and faith seem so out of reach. We are deeply sorry to those who are shocked and understandably feel betrayed, confused, or overwhelmed by this information. Let this situation be a lesson for you and learn from our experiences.

Thank you and take care.

- @kimseokjin, @hobies, @taeguk, @jiminrolls, @jinsjade, @daegucrew, @artistkimv, @yoonmin

UPDATE: 

Following our post regarding the Arden/Soyoon situation, one of us has been contacted by someone who wishes to remain anonymous. This person is the original owner of the photos that Soyoon has posted and claimed as her own, and we regretfully announce that her identity had been falsified as well. The real owner of the photos wants none of her information released and we will strongly respect that. She wanted us to mention that if any of you think you happen to see the girl in these photos, do not approach her or think she is Soyoon because she is not.

[benbarnesescape]

Part 1: Co-Ed Problems

AU Frat!Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and then found it again when I was trying to debate which Billy story to update so I’m sorry but this won’t be a story I start and kill...just add it to the rotation.

Let me know if you want to be tagged! Also banner created by me so please don’t use for your own. 

He’d grown up.

No longer a snot nosed, loud, lanky obnoxious kid that had grown up with you in the Bronx. The kid that was always pulling at your perfectly braided pigtails that your mom had tightly woven together since you were five, or found pleasure in convincing you to go bug hunting down by the marina on hot summer days.

Nope that Billy was gone.

Sitting a few tables in front of you in the library, body hunched over his laptop as he typed furiously, flipping through pages of the thick textbook beside him was a new version of Billy.

A Billy you hadn't seen since he got adopted at the start of middle school on a hot August day, not saying goodbye but delivering the news through your mother. Never to be seen or heard again - at least to you.

Which had been fine because you hadn’t mourned his leaving too much.

Except now he was sitting in front of you in the Colombian library, a frat sweatshirt, Delta Sigma Phi and sweats His hands were running through that thick mane of his hair that he was always trying to tame, none the wiser to your presence.

Billy ‘the beaut’ Russo.

You try to focus on your Theater in the Modern World book, you really do. But you can’t not keep flickering your eyes up to him, to the scrunched way his forehead knits together as his dark eyes read passage over passage. The way he bites his lips in concentration, the bulge of his bicep that peeks from his rolled up sleeves.

Fuck.

Billy had not only lived out his prophecy but did so ten-fold. A beaut indeed.

You dedicate ten more minutes before you throw in the towel. There was no way you were going to be able to finish a paper fully if you stayed here - you had better chances getting it completed in your room with your headphones blaring.

If that was what it would take, that was what it would take.

You pile your laptop in your bag, your books. Grab the half eaten coffee cake you had started in on and the empty large Americano you had downed thanks to Billy’s handsome form.

Its just when you’re standing that your phone buzzes in the your hand and you’re going to ignore it but the large bold letters that spell out Dinah causes you to pause, to re-shift the items in your hands.

You had texted her the minute you realized the hot co-ed you had been checking out was Billy. She had grown up with you, been your best friend since the second grade when she had punched Billy in the nose for making you cry and you knew wouldn’t believe you.

D: No way its B. Russo. I heard he got sent off to military academy

Y: Well then it served him good because I swear he was sitting across from me wearing a Delt Sig sweatshirt

D: Was? Where’d he go!?

Y: He’s still there

D: ……. Don’t leave

Y: He’s distracting! He’s fucking handsome now. All that those awkward features long gone

D: Then go say hi!

You pause mid stride. You were halfway to where he was sitting, still oblivious to your presence.

You could.

It wouldn’t hurt.

It just felt awkward.

You tell Dinah as much as you move again.

Y: That feels…...awkward

D: Does it? C’mon go say hi. For me.

Y: you hated Billy

D: Yea but there’s an excuse to go say hi

Y: With you not around so he knows I’ve been checking him out for 20 minutes? No thank you

D: C’mon Y/N don’t be a little b -

You don’t finish reading the rest. In perfect fashion you’re body has naturally steered of course, running flush into the chair in front of his table, causing you to double over. Your empty coffee cup rolls onto the glossy wood, your coffee cake flinging onto the ground your backpack nearly toppling you over more than you already were.

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

Billy always did have beautiful eyes. Hickory brown, bold and calculating they could break you down to your core before building you back up again. It used to infuriate you when it worked in your disadvantage - like in 5th grade when you were asked if you liked him and you tried with all your heart to lie.

You knew he knew when you had fumbled through the lie back then, though he didn’t reveal it. Instead he had smiled at you knowingly, rolling his eyes and running away.

He always seemed to know things when it came to you.

Just like now, when something behind dark irises clicked, familiarity and he frowns as he mutters out,

“Y/N? Y/N Arden?”

You groan as you look up from your place on the table, torso still hunkered over the oak chair, backpack digging into your neck.

“Is it that obvious?”

He looks at you for a few seconds before he laughs, pushing out of his chair as he lets out,

“I mean, do you honestly want my opinion?”

You groan more as you shake your head no, bracing your arms to help you stand up,

“Save me the embarrassment. I’m sure half of Columbia knows by now.”

You’re referencing the few students who have pulled out their phones, posting it on whatever social media site they favored. Lucky you.

Hopefully your ass in the sky and your backpack covering your face can save you the shame.

“Nah it’ll be old news soon. This is New York - nothing ever sticks.” Billy is on his knees picking up your coffee cake, the old recyclable cup that you had been sipping on.

“Oh man that was going to be ¼ of my dinner.” You eye the coffee cake sadly as Billy wraps it in the thin plastic and he laughs as he throws it in the cup, shakes his head.

“First or second dinner?”

You snort as you grab your phone, ignore the splurge of texts that have gone through from Dinah.

“Second - duh. It's the perfect midnight, dessert snack…..”

You shoot your eyes up to him as he laughs, shaking his head,

“You really are Y/N. You had the healthiest appetite I have ever seen on a human.”

“Food is amazing.” you narrow your eyes at him. You don’t mean to be rude but you were also insecure about your healthy eating habits.  You were a woman - society had trained you to hate your body despite how well you took care of it and though you exercised and kept active you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

He raises his hands  in peace,

“Hey, hey I come in peace. It wasn’t meant to be rude - I have always been genuinely impressed by your appetite.”

You blink slowly, before shaking your head.

“You are definitely Billy Russo. Only idiot that would know how to compliment a girl with an insult.”

“Ouch. And there is the punch.” he pretends to cover up his heart in pain and you roll your eyes though you can’t help the smile that follows,

“Anyways...I gotta go. Speaking of dinner it's close to it and I’m starved.

Nice to see you again.”

You don’t wait for him to answer, swiftly moving past him. You had embarrassed yourself enough for one day and the last thing you needed was to continue to do so in front of the neighborhood kid that you used to pick on you.

You scamper down the stairs, reading over Dinah’s texts when you hear a faint voice behind,

“Y/N! Wait up.”

You stop halfway through the library lobby, a lot louder and less conspicuous in the bright, fluorescent light as Billy’s lithe frame navigates his way through the crowd.

“Did I drop something back there?”

Billy laughs, huffing a bit and shaking his head,

“No just - you don’t want to catch up? I haven’t seen you in like...what nine years and you aren’t curious at all to where I moved to?”

You cross your arms,

“Billy - my life has never been about how I was going to ever recover from Billy Russo moving from my block. Oh wait, I’ll re-frame that,” you clear your throat, throwing a hand on your forehead as you emulate your best southern accent, “Oh my gahd my heart has finally recovered from the devaSTATION of Billy Russo departing from my life. HowEVER did I live without him.”

Billy smiles at you, all teeth that sparkle in the light and his eyes glowing as he claps his hands,

“You were always a really good actress.”

“Whatever do you mean?” you dont drop the accent as he shakes his head knowingly,

“I didn’t mean it like that for once. I meant - you’re one of the few people back from the old days that I’ve missed and I’ve always wondered where you got off too and…..it just feels like….

Let me treat ya to dinner? I know this great place and they serve the best dim sum.”

You tilt your head, look down at the time on your phone. Technically it was dinner  time and technically a bag of ramen and maybe a cracked egg (unless Dinah had gotten into them) was on your menu. Moving off campus your third year had been liberating but also re-humbling.

“Fine Russo. But I expect beer with this amazing dim sum.” you say pointedly and he laughs and nods,

“Deal.”

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Chasing Rabbits (Elias Grodin x Reader) [Fluff]

Synopsis: Unwanted flirtation and the stress of working the front causes stars to align, and you meet one gentle soldier in a million.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: PLEASE be careful reading this-- this fic has sexual harassment, assault intent, and just generally guys being misogynistic creeps. Except for Elias. He’s sweet boi :3 Eeeee I love him so much. 

Tagging: @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design @thevideonasty 

There'll always be one.

Every nurse has one, that's what they told you. Nurses always fall in love with soldiers. Plus, it makes for something to write home about. It would be nice, of course. You just didn't see how walking into this hell with your head in the clouds would help.

Patricia Arden, your fellow nurse and the only other nurse to accompany you to the front lines in the mobile M*A*S*H unit, hangs by your side as you sling your pack higher onto your shoulder. She's from a small town in Mississippi-- joined the war as a nurse to find a boyfriend, which isn't the smartest place to look, but hey, you're not about to judge.

The dust kicks up from the chopper blades, and you can already feel the humidity, as well as the bugs feasting on your skin.

"Look at all these men in uniform," she grins, “So groovy.”

"Yeah. You'll be seeing a lot of that, I think," you reply. She makes a face at you.

"I'd love to see what's under that one's shirt."

"Tish, the most you'll be seeing of any of these men are the fingers you're going to have to stitch back on them."

"Why do you have to be like that?" she pouts. You look away. If you didn't maintain your cynicism, the guys would treat you two like delicate little girls. That's not who you are, nor who you want to be.

 After your introductions to your head medics and the breakdown of the platoon you'll be working with, you congregate again.

"That Sergeant Barnes..." Tish whispers to you, "He's cute."

"He scares me," you say.

"It's the scars, isn't it?" she tuts. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to judge a book by its cover?" she mutters, "He could be the nicest man on Earth." You take another look over at Barnes, and shiver under his scowl.

"You can keep him, and his scars. He doesn't look like he'd cuddle anything but an AK 47."

"What about that one?" She points to a smoking man with curly auburn hair. Taller than Barnes, not as buff but reasonably muscular. Freckled, has a mustache.

"Mm," you consider, "Not the worst... but not my type."

From across the barracks, some of the men get a good look at you.

Chris Taylor's mouth hangs open, slack jawed as he adjusts his helmet. "Are those the new mobile nurses?"

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Elias grins, and a playful slap on the back sends Chris on his way. But then he makes the mistake of looking over himself. You catch his eyes, and smile at him. He smiles back, giving a dopey little wave, and you giggle with Tish as you're lead away. Elias watches you walk off, running a hand through his mop of golden hair in awe. When he turns, he's met with Chris' smirk.

"You were saying, sir?"

"Get going."

After setting up in your quarters, you get the idea to go for a walk to see where you’ll be living for the next couple months, until your two woman unit is on the move again. Unbuttoning your jacket for a little relief, you tie your hair back in a ponytail, and step out.

About half-way to the mess tent, you're stopped by a tall body in your way. You look up from the chest you’ve bumped into. 

"You a newbie?"

It’s the redhead from earlier blocking your sun. He's got eyes running up and down your body, and it makes you want to button your jacket back up.

"You could say that."

"Very nice, very nice," he says, continuing to admire you, "Red O'Neill. What's your name, baby?"

"(y/n)."

"Mind if I join you?"

The last thing you want is this motormouth accompanying you. "I was enjoying the quiet, but thanks."

"You know, I hate to cut right to the chase, but you're not making it easy for me, honey." He takes another step to walk with you. "Us guys out here get pretty lonely."

"Why?" you snark, "You have the pleasure of each other's company."

"Nah-nah-nah babe, you don't get it. Not like that! I for one miss feelin' a woman. Like really feelin' her. You must miss feelin' a man... huh?"

"Look... I might not be the right person to ask," you try to back out, "My friend Tish--"

"Your friend don't look like you do," he says, and you finally manage to shake him, changing direction.

"It was nice to meet you, Sergeant O'Neill."

As you're walking past him, you focus in on a group of men talking strategy. One looks over, and does a double take when he sees you. It's the cute one from earlier. He goes to give another wave, but someone in the group nudges him. His face changes, and he's back to business.

You stare after him, unable to stop yourself from dreaming about the handsome soldier. Sgt. O'Neill sees your gaze, and he looks between you two anxiously and with no small amount of jealousy.

The meeting breaks, and the man walks over, blushing a little. Your eyes fall to his open chest, where his dog tags are hanging against sculpted, lean muscle. 

"Hi." He sets his hands on his hips, squinting in the sun. "I, uh... see you around a lot."

"Yeah, I'm just trying to get my bearings. Once I know the layout I'll stop wandering."

"Wandering is good for the soul," he says, "Never stop wandering." He blushes deeper. "Sorry. Geez. I sound like a damn croan, and I'm not even baked. I'm Elias."

"Nice to meet you, Elias," you smile, shaking his hand firmly, "I'm (y/n). What's your rank?" 

"Sergeant. But you don't gotta call me that."

"According to army regulations I do," you giggle, and he falls a little in love. Realizing he can't just stand and stare at you, that he has work to do, he straightens up.

"I hope to see you around, (y/n)."

You watch him walk off with a confident gait, and admire his arms and physique. He's pretty tall, with lithe muscles and a wiry frame. You try your hardest not to fixate on his body in your mind as you keep going... but that's getting harder by the minute.

 A week goes by, and you start to really see how hard the job is. Back at the static M*A*S*H unit you had shadowed in, you knew when wounded were coming from the choppers. Here at the front, the Viet Kong could strike against any of the boys-- even you-- at any moment.  

After a particularly tough day filled with casualties, you enter the mess to find a group of enlisted men playing cards.

"You're out!" O'Neill yells obnoxiously, "Full house, motherfuckers!" You sigh. Maybe if you turned around and just--

"Newbie! Babe! Over here!" he calls. You pretend not to hear, so he gets up, and physically walks you over. Barnes sees clearly how uncomfortable you look in O'Neill's arms, but he looks down and ignores it, indifferent. "(y/n)," Red says, "Meet the big boys."

You want to tell him to shove off. You want to tell him just where he can stick that cigarette that's always dangling out of his mouth. But you're a nurse, and you're scared what could happen to you.

"Hello," you say. A kid named Junior sizes you up.

"Thank you for your service, ma'am," a young guy you think is named Bunny grins, "You offer any other kinds of service?" O'Neill laughs.

"Heh, that's what I've been trying to find out! Wouldn't we like to know, hey Bobarooni?"

Barnes glances up briefly. "That's enough." Red immediately shuts up, and sits back down, smile dropping.

"So, uh... you gonna play or not, honey?"

You shake your head, managing a smile for appearances. "I need some rest. Plus, I really shouldn't be here with all of you, especially playing cards with enlisted officers."

"Least one other person in this tent's got some goddamn sense," Barnes mutters, and you take that opportunity to head out. Thinking of hazel eyes and a wide grin, you wonder where Elias is.

Over the course of the month, you have trouble on and off with O'Neill. You see Elias occasionally, but he's busy leading his platoon, making decisions and generally, as O'Neill really wasn't, doing his duty. You did see him around one day while you were prepping to head over to the OR.

"Sergeant," you nod, trying not to stare at his shiny biceps. He must have been training his men, cause he looks dirty, sweaty, and everything you'd love to see on top of you.

"It's Elias," he says, blushing, (he never seemed to be able to hold a straight face around you) "I never did like to be called by rank. Even by my men."

You walk up to him. "Okay. How's the day, Elias?"

"Shit. But seeing you is already making it better." He ducks his head. "You have a nice smile."

That smile shows through. "Thanks."

He grins at you, and you drop something from your belt as you latch it up. He leans down at the same time as you, and your fingertips brush. He looks into your eyes, then down at your lips...

He stands back up, passing you what you dropped. It's a charm, a little silver peace sign.

"Where's the rest of the bracelet, flower child?" he jokes, and you smile.

"The rest of my charms are back home. This one felt appropriate to take with me."

"You know, I'm something of a hippie myself," he begins, "Out in the..." He's about to go on before he sees O'Neill marching around, torturing the new kids with a fellow soldier. He sighs, thinking of the rumors involving you and the other man. "Anyway. Nice charm. See ya around."

"Yeah," you nod, watching him go. Your thumb slides around the smooth surface of the charm.

That afternoon, your heart nearly stops when you see Elias being carried into the nursing tent, a little bloody and delirious.

"Out of the way," you mutter, and push through to him. "What happened?"

"River water got into his drink pack, same river a great big pig decided to die in. ‘Lias got sick, started hallucinating, got torn all to hell in the brush when he tripped."

"It's just a scratch," Elias gives you that stupid, infectious grin, “Although I’ve had better hallucinations than these ones.” 

It is just scratch... but that didn't stop the nightmares of losing him that night.

 "You keep smiling," Tish says as you both wash blood off your hands the week after. "Who is it?"

You look down. "Nobody."

"It's gotta be somebody." She smirks. "Sergeant O'Neill, right?"

You frown. "What makes you say him?"

"It's not just me. Everybody's saying it," she whispers, "They say that other guy... Sergeant Eliott Grodin?" Your breath quickens. 

"Elias."

"Elias. Guy’s got a thing for you. But O'Neill got to you first, they're saying. That Elias is heartbroken, I hear." She shrugs. "News carries fast in places like these. At least you didn't have to tell Elias yourself." Unaware of your trembling hands, she goes on. "Anyway, I haven't had any luck with Sergeant Barnes. He's tough as a nail to sof--"

"Sorry Tish, I have to go," you whisper, and head out, tearing your hair out of its cap. You need to drown your sorrows... the thought of hurting Elias pains you.

Inside the mess, you sit at the makeshift bar, and someone gives you a beer. You pop it open, and the guy who passed it to you laughs.

"You drink like a man, sweetheart." You slam the can down.

"I also suture like one too. If you get your leg blown off, have fun getting your friends to treat you."

You sigh, turning away from him. It's an empty threat, of course. This job is just hard in itself-- you didn't need all the comments as well.

"Weeeell, well well well well, look who came to see me." You freeze, eyes sliding shut. Hands fall to your shoulders, and begin to massage. "Little (y/n). Cheers, babe!" He clinks your can with his, and you feel sick to your stomach. "Wanna dance?"

"I'd rather not."

"Come on, stop being such a buzzkill!" He takes your hand, and you take it back, standing up.

"Why me?" you snap, "Huh? Why'd you pick me to bother?!"

This leaves him stunned, and more than a little embarrassed. He looks around at everyone, laughing nervously.

Dashing outside, you look behind you. He's not following. You consider putting in for a transfer, but then you'd have to leave... him.

"Everything okay?"

You turn. "Elias."

"You don't look so good. And I mean that in the best of ways." His kind smile falters as he realizes how upset you are. "(y/n), what's wrong?"

"God, I had to get away from him."

Elias looks over his shoulder, then back to you. Then he sits down on a log, patting the spot next to him. "O'Neill? What happened?" His voice softens. "Did you two have a fight or something?"

You frown. "I wouldn't even call it that. A proper fight requires someone to be emotionally invested."

Elias sparks up a cigarette, and offers you a drag. "But you and O'Neill, aren't you...?"

By Elias' confused expression, you slowly start to realize what he means.

"Aren't we what?"

He smirks. "You gonna make me say it?"

"What gives everyone the idea that we were?"

"Are you kidding?" Elias huffs, "O'Neill's been telling the whole camp you're his girl, and that you two... well, every time he's got R&R, you... keep his bed warm." You make a face, and Elias nods. "I take it you don't. Figures. He'd have to pay someone to like him."

"I don't even want anything to do with the man, but he's the deafest son of a bitch in this platoon when it comes to someone telling him no."

Elias slides in closer to you. "That is probably the best description of Sergeant O'Neill I've heard yet."

You laugh. Elias' eyes close as he revels in the sound of your laughter. A strong, protective urge cocoons him.

During an NVA raid the next day, Elias finds himself the perfect opportunity to speak his mind.

"Hey, O'Neill."

The redhead turns back in the little hut, stalking over to Elias with a patronizing glare.

"What, sweetheart?"

"Lay off her."

"I'm sorry?" he frowns.

"Don't tell me, tell her." Elias leans against the wall. "You know exactly who I mean."

"You," O'Neill points at him, chewing his gum loudly in Elias' face, "Are meddling in shit you don't wanna meddle in, buddy. I could toss you into a raveen and say Charlie got ya, okay, I can do all of that without barely flexing."

"I invite you to," Elias says, stepping up in the other man's space and unfolding his arms. O'Neill's eyes cast down, and he stutters.

"Just... stay out of my fuckin’ personal life, Elias. Or I'll fuckin’ report you."

Elias watches him go, and shakes his head. Men like O'Neill never learn.

As the sun goes down and darkness falls over the valleys of Vietnam, you walk from the medical tent toward the nurses' quarters on the other side of the quiet barracks. No matter how beautiful the sunsets were here, you rarely enjoyed them with the screaming of the soldiers you treat still ringing in your ears.

A few twigs snap behind you, and you turn to see a tall man stumble out of a tent. Irrational fear courses through you.

"Running to Elias with your problems, now?" The sloshing flask of bourbon is clenched in O'Neill's hand, and he takes one last drag on his cigarette before whipping it into a puddle.

"Sergeant--"

"Don't Sergeant O'Neill me, honey, I'm not in the mood." He keeps walking forward, and you back up as he slurs at you. "I-I don't even see how I'm a problem! I'm a great guy, what's-- what's not to love?!"

"Sergeant--" He keeps walking.

"Just answer the goddamn question!"

"Get out of my way!"

"Get BACK here, you little bitch!" O'Neill snaps, and grabs your wrist, jerking you back with force. When he realizes what he did, he lets go and covers his mouth like a frightened little boy. He looks like he's about to cry.

"I'm... s... look, I just-- I need love too, ya know! I-I'm not a heartless prick like some of these other assholes here, I... I deserve love! I'm just..." He breaks down into a blubbery mess. "I-I'm just so fucking scared!" He cries for a minute, before taking you by your arms, walking you backward toward the forest. You try to jerk your arm away, but he wraps you in an uncomfortable hug.

“Hey--!”

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing with her?!" You both turn, and see Elias storming angrily from the far tent, where his group of friends congregated after hours. You'd never been so happy to see anyone. "Get your hands off her," Elias all but growls, and, seeing how furious the man looks, O'Neill complies, holding his hands up. "You're a fucking piece of work, you know that?" Elias says, voice so low that you can tell just how hard it is for him to contain his anger.

"H-hey, you don't know what the hell you're talking about," O'Neill warns, "Walking around like the caped crusader of the nurses. Hey, get back here and be a man!"

"You want me to be a man?" Elias nods. O'Neill gets in close, so close Elias can smell the liquor on his breath. His eyes dart around in the dark, flickering with a mixture of nerves and desperation.

"Hey... n-nobody'll know, man. You and me? We could just take her back there, and--" Elias' fist ends that proposition, with a swift punch to O'Neill's jaw. You hold onto his arm, and, leaving the tall man lying in the mud, he takes you by the hand, leading you back to the tent.

Warmth cascades over you as you enter it, the sound of laughter, the blissful vibe, clouds of smoke, and psychedelic music overtaking you. It's a welcome change from the outside.

"A chick?" King asks, grinning.

“A nurse,” Lerner corrects playfully.

"Lay off guys, it's her first time in here," Elias says.

"You mean we're not allowed to scare her?" Rhah jokes, baring his teeth, “It is the Underworld, man. Baaaaah!”

"She ain't even supposed to be here," Lerner laughs, strumming his guitar, and Elias turns.

"You gonna report me, ya little weasel?" Both of their tones are light-- you can tell already that arguments never get far in here, and every man here is a friend of the others. The young man just smiles easily, taking another hit of whatever he's smoking, and Elias brings you over to a hammock in the corner. You're immediately at ease.

"You okay?" he asks you softly. You nod, but he presses. "Are you sure, (y/n)? Are you really sure?”

“Yeah.”

“It took everything I had not to fry that bastard to a crisp out there, swear to Christ. Men in this war... we think we can do whatever we want out here, no consequences. They ignore the fact that you're a fucking human being."

"Thank you," you say, voice trembling, and he wraps you in a hug. It's nothing like O'Neill's forced contact-- it's gentle, and protective, and you feel eternal just sitting there with him, swinging back and forth.

"You don't need to thank me for being there, flower child," he murmurs back, "...I'll always be there."

Your heart skips a beat. For some reason, that hits home, and makes you feel safer than you've ever felt in your life. Something inside of you aches with longing as you stare at his lips, and you place your hand on his leg. Something in his face changes when he sees you looking at him the way you are, and he tentatively moves in closer. You make no move to evade, so he clutches the back of your head, pressing your lips together. It's sweet, barely there, but you want more, and you kiss him back, reciprocating against his soft lips with a little more passion. You both finally break for air, and he seems surprised. The look you give him tells him not to be, so he relaxes a little.

Your head rests against the nape of his neck, and he takes to softly stroking the base of your head, resting his head against yours. Everyone in the room is half watching, out of the corners of their eyes. Elias still outranks most of them, even after hours, and none of them want to intrude on his privacy. Elias doesn't seem to care, though. He threads his fingers with yours, rocking you both on the hammock, eyes blissfully closed.

"Would you look at that?" Lerner hisses.

King smacks Chris in the arm. "Ain't it cute? Shit, if all I gotta do is bring a chick back to the Underworld to get some pussy, how come I ain't done it yet?"

“Well cause uh, you’re not Elias, and you don’t look like a motherfuckin’ angel like he does,” Chris grins. King gives him a look.

“You wan’ go trade places with her, Chris, suck his dick?” Chris topples backward into Lerner, giggling uncontrollably from the weed and waving his hands wildly. 

"I always said it," Rhah hisses back to the group, philosophizing as usual, "If anyone was going to get a girl, it would be one Elias Grodin. The soldier... the man... the legend."

Your eyelids grow heavy as well over on the hammock, but when he goes to lay you both down, you hesitate.

"’Lias. I'm a nurse," you whisper, "I can't be seen with an officer like this. I'll lose my position. You could lose yours too."

Elias gazes around at everyone. They finally look over now, with confidence.

"Hey," Chris says quietly, laughter subsided, "We won't say anything, man." You two look into the earnest faces of every nodding man in the tent, and rest assured, reclining to hold each other for the rest of the night.

 Elias found himself, as he stared down at the pretty girl in his arms, wishing he never had to let go-- of you, or of this night.

The next day, you can't shake the good feeling you've had since the night before. Even just the memory of sleeping on top of Elias' chest, while breaking every rule in the handbook, would make this whole thing bearable.

Waking you from your daydream, O'Neill comes up to you, looking extremely unsettled. He's got a bruise forming from where Elias punched him last night, and a slight stagger. He puts his hands up. 

"I'd just like to, uh..." he starts, "I'd like to say how sorry I am, (y/n). Ma’am. For last night.”

“Did you get threatened with a court martial?” You quirk an eyebrow. You wouldn’t put it past Elias to report that incident. 

O’Neill looks down. “Look. I just... got out of hand. I'm not myself when I drink."

You stare him straight in the eyes, refusing to be passive.

"Noted. Red... I know how hard this must be for you. I'm a nurse; I see what you have to deal with first hand. But my responsibilities end at your physical well being. I'm not a comfort girl." You step in closer. "Now stay away from me. If you ever touch me again, I'll give you a bruise bigger than that one you have." Elias comes up behind you, and puts a hand on your shoulder. O'Neill gets the message, and leaves. 

Elias' hand then drops down your arm, and he curls his pinky finger around yours. It's not much, but for now-- it's enough.

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Chapter 8 (Redemption)

(Hey guys! this is my longest chapter so far. This one is a bit choppy so please forgive me for my shittiest writing so far. After this chapter, I’ll be coming out with 2 chapters that I’ve been working on with 2 other whump blogs. But you get to wait to find out who it’s with because I’m evil, MWHAHAHA.

Anyways, tagging the Arron gang, pm me if you wanna be added to it! @whumping-every-day @whumping-whumpees @whump-txt@inpainandsuffering @imagination1reality0 @robins-whump )

It took over 10 weeks for Arron's wounds to fully close up. He was finally healed but was also broken. Papa stopped giving affection to him, the only contact he was given were from whips and knives and horrible tools and gadgets that Master used on him. He felt alone, he felt helpless, he needed to be touched by something, anything. 

Arron sat up with a splitting headache, he felt dizzy, he felt empty in his stomach, it was a familiar feeling.

He was touch starved

All of a sudden the cellar door was opened, it was gonna be Master again, he knew it, his owner was still angry with him, so he has to punish him, because he deserved it. But no, it was Papa, he didn't look angry either, he better be good, he had to. 

"Good morning Arron, I think it's time we go for a little walk outside, does that sound good?" Papa had the leash in his hands, he was serious! He could finally see the sun, and the feeling of cool air on his scarred back, and to be in an open space, away from this small room that felt suffocating and damp. 

"Y-yes Papa! I'll be good! I promise... I-I wanna go outside…" Arron's voice cracked, he couldn't believe that he was letting him go outside, this had to be a trick. But no, the leash was hooked onto the back of his harness, much like a leash for a child. He felt childish, begging and pleading for any sort of comfort that came from his owners.

"You better be good Arron, or there will be much more pain delt to your body than you could ever imagine." Papa's eyes gleamed with fire as he gently but firmly tugged on the leash, guiding him up the stairs to the light of the hallway.

Arron nodded at the threat with complete meekness and submission. As they got to the top of the steps Arron felt blinded by the sudden light in his eyes, though he couldn't be ungrateful for his special treat so he tried his best to smile through the pain penetrating his irises. 

Papa led him through the house, passing Master who gave him an icy glare. "Don't fuck up Pet, this is your only chance." Arron could only give another nod in response as Papa opened the front door to the porch. His owner tugged the boy outside past the steps, causing him to stumble and nearly fall past the bottom stair. 

"Where would you like to go Arron?" Papa's voice was more calm, almost in a caring tone. It was the first time in a while that he actually gave the boy a choice in something. 

"U-uhm…." Arron thought for a moment, he didn't want to ruin his chance of being outside by saying the wrong thing. "Ga-arden? Ple-ase?" His owners owned a lush and vibrant garden near the house, with tons of flowers and trees and sculptures decorating the wild, almost enchanted courtyard. Perfect place to breath and calm down. 

"Ok, we can do that." Papa walked the boy along the stone path leading up to the lavish greenery. “We won’t be staying for long though Arron, you have work to do today.” Of course he had work, he needed to be useful now. He was useless when everything was hurting, so he needs to make up for it.

They get to the arched entrance and the demon was led through it, slowly taking in the sensory cues surrounding him. The chirping of the robins, the smell of fresh pollen and pine, and the sight of the delicate colours on each and every flower was almost overwhelming. “Th-thank you, Papa." Was all the boy could say as he was led to the sitting area with gentle hands. 

"Kneel," Papa commanded the boy, and Arron did so without fuss. His owner sat next to him and ran his fingers through the demon's hair. "Good boy."

Arron soaked up the small token of affection like a sponge, leaning into the hands cupping his cheek. "M sorry Papa… for bein bad." He needed to give one last apology, if it helped.

"That's what I brought you here to talk about bud." His owner grabbed his chin gently and lifted it up so their eyes met. "I'm sending you to live with someone else next month." 

Those last words made something crack inside him. He's sending him away? Why? His owners must hate him now if they wanted him gone so bad.

"N-no, please! Papa! I'll be good! Please don't send me away… You-re so nice to me, a-and gentle….please," Somehow, Arron knew that his pleads were going to be in vain even before he finished talking.

"Ary, shhhh." His owner put a finger to the boy's mouth to silence him. "This decision is what's best for you. I promise. Besides, me and Master aren't interested in training you." 

Arron felt like his world was crashing down, he could barely hear his owner speak to him. 

"You still have a month left Arron, but you're going to be working hard to earn my trust back if you do at all." Papa cupped the boy's cheek and rubbed his thumb along a trailing tear. "You'll always be my little Ary bud, I just can't trust you right now, after what you did."

"I-I promise to be good still Papa, I promise I promise I promise…" Was all the boy could sputter out through tears. 

"Hmm, how about you come with me to see a friend of mine tonight? She lives in the city, would you like that Ary?" Arron's owner scooped him up into his arms and held the quivering boy as he went inside the house. 

"Y-yes Papa, thank you thank you thank you…" Arron closed his eyes and buried his face in Papa's jacket. He can be a good boy, for Papa, right?

#arron #master #papa #fluff #mainstory #chapter 8

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siren ; day ten of short story slam 2019

original fiction. no warnings noted at this time; please ask to tag

plots that probably will never make it to a book

word count: 864

His gaze is fixed on the sea, waves pummeling against the cliffside his legs dangle over. Rain soaks his clothing, making him shiver, and his dark hair is matted to his face. Still, he doesn’t have any plans to move anytime soon -- He’s got his darling love right by his side. He rubs his arms with his wet palms in a fruitless attempt to generate a bit of warmth. Looks like those goosebumps won’t be going anywhere for awhile. 

That’s okay. 

“It’s a lovely day, isn’t it, Maryn?” He looks over to his companion for a short moment, looking into the depths of those grey eyes for a sign of emotion. 

He finds nothing. 

Maryn looks up to the sky and is silent for a moment. Their face is emotionless. They always look like this. “Yes, it is.”

“Why did you want to come out here today?” He knows how Maryn loves storms and the sea and water. He is not surprised that they wanted to be out in such poor weather -- but there is always more to Maryn’s logic than simply wanting to do something. 

“There’s magic in the air today, Arden. Do you feel it?” 

And there it is -- the first time in a long time that Maryn’s normally monotonous voice has any sort of inflection. He’s not sure what he’s hearing in their voice, but it’s something. How long has it been since they’ve given any sign that they even feel anything at all? Sometimes, Arden doubts Maryn has feelings at all. It’s a terrible thing to think, he knows. It’s an unkind thing to think.

“I’ve never had such talent. You know that.” Still, Arden reaches out, as though he can catch whatever it is Maryn is feeling.

Maryn reaches out one dark hand and gently pushes Arden’s hands back to his lap, and for the first time, Arden realizes that while he may be soaked to the bone -- Maryn is completely dry. Something about that realization is ominous. 

“Maryn?”

Maryn withdraws their hand, and rises to their feet, gaze fixed upon the sky that’s as grey as their eyes. “It calls to me, Arden. With every pounding of the waves against these rocks, with every drop of rain that falls from the sky.”

“What calls you?” Arden can’t keep his voice even; he’s not like Maryn, ever calm and collected and cool. They don’t respond, and Arden rises to his feet as well. He doesn’t know if he’s shaking from nerves or from the chill in the air. “Maryn, what calls you?”

Maryn doesn’t answer; they only turn their eyes down towards the sea. “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” Their lips curl upwards, and Arden can’t keep the sudden white - hot jealousy that burns in his chest at bay. When was the last time they looked at him with that soft smile and warmth in those cold grey eyes? When was the last time Maryn called him beautiful? 

He’s jealous of the ocean. It’s silly; it’s ridiculous -- but it’s what he feels. 

Maryn would not understand -- Arden knows this, knows that if he said anything but an agreement it would only lead to confusion.

“It’s nice.” 

If Maryn notices the bite to Arden’s words, they do not show it. Instead, Maryn steps closer to the edge of the cliff. 

“You won’t remember this, Arden.” 

And Maryn meets Arden’s eyes, and they smile -- they smile wide, and it’s so beautiful, and Arden knows that he’s about to lose them. But they are so beautiful, so lovely, and that look is all for him. 

“Will I remember you, at least?”

“No.” There’s something unfamiliar in the way they look at him, something in those grey eyes so like the stormy sea that Arden doesn’t recognize. He wants to think it’s sadness. He wants to think Maryn will miss him.

“Kiss me one last time?” His voice is so small, so pathetic. He can’t tell anymore if the wetness on his face is just the rain or if he’s crying. 

Maryn doesn’t say anything, only steps forward and cups Arden’s face tenderly. Arden searches desperately for a sign that their mind is not made up, that they might stay, but there is nothing, nothing like that. Their lips meet in a chaste, gentle kiss, and Arden lets his eyes slip closed so that he doesn’t have to look into those stormy eyes anymore. He thinks his heart might break. 

Maryn pulls away, and Arden opens his eyes just in time to see them step off the cliff side as the rain stops. He walks over to the edge and sits down again. 

Why is he crying? He wipes at his eyes, but the tears simply keep coming. It’s so strange -- he just feels like something is missing. Something important. Looking out at the grey skies, it’s just on the tip of his tongue. He can almost taste it; it’s almost within his grasp. 

And just as soon as he thought he knew what it was, it slips from his fingers just as water would if he dared to try to grasp it and keep it in his grip.

It’s a lovely day.

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can you write something where lavellans clan dies and she goes to solas crying n its all cute bc nothing happened in the game when her clan dies n its kinda weird

Glimpses: Twilit

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Solavellan

Warnings: Character death, sad

By the time Yvelle returned to Skyhold, everything felt different.

She existed in a fog now, going through the motions, steeling her heart so the tragedy wouldn’t be so obvious. Pity made her uncomfortable, and consolations felt hollow no matter how heartfelt. Dorian had been with her, had been able to help, but now that the immediate impact had passed she sunk into a cradling, comforting numbness.

Solas returned as well, carrying his own emotional burden, but she barely noticed. Outwardly she did, outwardly she looked like she cared, but they both knew it was a farce. He was good at reading her like that –or maybe she just wasn’t very good at hiding around him.

In the courtyard she felt his eyes on her, watching as she loosed another arrow into the dummy across the field. Bull was there to help her, encouraging her even as she hit the mark every time. She’d never had much to her but this terrifying, precise deadliness. 

And she practiced until her arm ached and her fingers grasped at empty air for another arrow. Above and around her the light glowed a dull orange. She paused, lowering her bow, looking around in bewilderment because the dusk had caught her by surprise. 

Bull shifted by the dummy, rolling his shoulder back. “It’s getting late, boss. You should get some rest.”

Dryness stuffed her mouth. She couldn’t recall whether she had a point to this exercise. The dirt felt dry and soft beneath her calloused bare feet as she padded toward the dummy. Bull started to help her remove the arrows but immediately stopped, seeing she could do it herself. 

“Tomorrow, then?” He offered, trying to keep his voice gruff and aloof as always. Yvelle didn’t pick up on the note of concern, but it was there. 

She nodded and said goodbye without any further interaction. Dirt gave way to grass under her feet. The quiet evening breeze rustled the loose hairs in her ponytail. Bull watched her, the healers watched her, the soldiers watched her. There would be no peace until she was alone, slowly pacing her bedroom, the light in her hand pulsing and burning and crackling with power.

“Inquisitor.”

She turned on the stairs to her quarters, eyes glowing in the darkness as she looked down at her companion. He stood just inside the doorway, arms held behind his back, face caught in flickering candlelight. In every twitch of the flame his eyes gleamed like hers, like a cat’s at night, making his gaze look like a reflective pool in starlight. 

Solas shifted, deliberately relaxing, pressing his palm to the wood of her door. He opened his mouth, lost his words, then looked away. 

“You’re not often lacking in commentary,” she quipped, loud and creaking in her raspy voice.

“I… am glad you have not lost your wit.”

Her brows raised, but nothing else moved. “That would have been tragic.” He started to speak again, stopped, and she turned back toward the stairs. “If you have nothing else to contribute, I’ll be going to bed.”

“Inquisitor –Yvelle. Please.” He stepped further inside the stairwell and closed the door behind them, cutting them off from the rest of the twilit castle. “You should not be alone like this.”

“I’m not alone. I have an entire castle of people.” She gestured broadly, mirthlessly. “I don’t think anyone is ever really alone in Skyhold.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Not with how many spirits flock here, desperate to watch your journey.”

Yvelle snorted. “I hope they find it entertaining.”

“Not quite.” The stairs creaked as he put his weight on them, as he approached her slowly but confidently. She retreated, but only by a half-step. He saw her discomfort and stopped, leaning away from her, giving her space. “If all a spirit wanted was to feel they’d been amused by us, they would go to see horses race in Val Royeaux amidst the Game. Instead the spirits flock here to the edge of legend and the precipice of greatness -to you.” She watched him, pensive. “They watch you because they know that out of all of Thedas, this world will change for you.”

His hand rested on the railing and she glanced down at it, before looking back up at his glowing eyes. “It doesn’t feel that way.” Her voice always sounded raspy, but now it was hoarse. A heaviness weighed down her broad shoulders and she cast her gaze downward. “And you know I never wanted it. Had I not been there, were I not what I’ve been made to be–”

He exhaled shakily and gently put his hand under her chin, making her look at him as he stepped closer, now just one stair beneath her. “And yet you are, Yvelle. You cannot change that, no matter how much you may want to.”

She swallowed hard and stared at him for a moment, quiet, before she gently reached up and took his hand in hers. “Knowing that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“It was not intended to.” Her brows furrowed in confusion, and he gave her hand a soft, reassuring squeeze. “That is not something I nor anyone else can do for you. In a better world, you would never have to suffer such pain. But in this one, you must and you can. Take your time to grieve, and do not let anyone tell you how.”

Her eyes flicked down and away from him and she felt the smallest sense of release in her chest. Slowly, her hand slipped from his and she let it drop to her side. “I don’t let anyone tell me how to do anything.”

Solas snorted and stepped up another stair, now on the same level as her. He smiled and let his hand hover near her, just beside her hip, and let her press it to her body. “I know, vhenan.”

The word made her heart skip, and her gaze softened. She moved into his arms, her hands reaching around his back and gripping his sweater into handfuls. He held her the way she liked to be held, just tight enough to let her know he was there. She squeezed her eyes shut, and though she didn’t cry, her shuddering exhale told him she could. 

Eventually he held her hand as she brought him into her quarters, and he sat on her bed as she took off the layers of warm clothing she wore in Skyhold and left them in a heap at her feet. She removed her breast bindings, leaving only her cloth underthings as she crawled into bed beside him. 

He could lay here, his arms wrapped around her nearly-naked body, her warmth pressed against his, and resist the urges she stirred in him. Yvelle pushed her face into his chest and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, hugging him tightly as the bare skin of her legs brushed against the rough, worn fabric of his leggings. He let her rest there, quiet, peaceful, and gave her hair a soft kiss. When the cold began to creep over them he reached down and pulled one of the blankets up, covering her entirely and even tucking it in beneath her back. He felt her smile against him, and in time her body relaxed. She slept soundly, heavily, and in time he drifted off as well. 

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Fic Title: New Recruit Day Number:   Bonus Day 8: OC Appreciation OC FREE CHOICE @glaiveweek Rating: General Characters: OC,  Luche Lazarus, Nyx Ulric, Libertus Ostium, Tredd Furia, Crowe Altius, Titus Drautos Summary: Fic is based on my OC I created for my Comrades story which starts here.The story is a spin off from where Ada first joined the Glaives. Crowe takes her around, shows her the Kingsglaive HQ and introduces her to some of the Glaives. Not much in terms of action, just the glaives though the eyes of someone who joined them at slightly happier times (maybe). Tagging: @birdsandivory @jojopitcher @lazarustrashpit @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy @fromunseeliecourt @kairakara101

It was her first day with the Kingsglaive and Ada could fee strange mixture of anxiety, excitement and fear in her chest. She was happy to be here, but she had no idea what to expect. She was going to be the new girl until someone newer came. She was used to be the ‘new girl’, her family has been moving around for the past four years which meant new schools and new neihborhoods, but the Kingsglaive, wasn’t a school, the glaives weren’t just bunch of kids who had their lunches together. They had fought and bled together and the bond they had was very different. Fitting in that place was going to be harder.

But here she was, in the office of the Kingsglaive’s captain, waiting for her assignment or at least some sort of instruction.

“You are from Galahd?” Titus Drautos lifted his eyes from the paper he was reading, most likely her record, and gave her a stern look. Ada had the feeling this man wasn’t capable of any other looks.

“Yes, sir. The southern island.” She hoped her voice didn’t betray how nervous she was.

Before he said anything else a knock echoed in his office and Ada exhaled nervously. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to continue pretending to be calm and in control of her excitement.

“Ah, Crowe.” The Captain said as a tall dark-haired woman walked in. The woman was teller than Ada, but since she was just five feet five that wasn’t really difficult. “That’s Adelais Ardens, she is our newest recruit.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” The woman gave her a very warm and honest smile and Ada could feel herself calming just by looking at her friendly face. “My name is Crowe.”

“Show her around.” Even if Titus Drautos was speaking with very flat voice, that still sounded like order, which even if it wasn’t directed toward Ada somehow, she felt the need to obey. “Make sure she feels at home.”

‘At home’ was strange expression in Ada’s head. She hasn’t been ‘home’ in five years and even if she always managed to make all new places feel like home, it has never been the same.  

“Come!” Crowe opened the door and showed her out, Ada followed relieved she can leave the captain’s angry look behind. “I like your name. Adelaise.” The woman said as they were walking down a wide hallway.

“Please, call me Ada. Almost nobody uses my full name.” She was starting to relax, she had no idea if the anxiety was just passing or the other woman had this calming effect on her.

“Ada. I like it.” Crowe gave her encouraging smile. “So, I will give you quick run of the building, introduce you to whoever is around. Where are you from, I could swear by your accent you are from Galahd.”

“I am.” Ada smiled. “Southern island.”

“Sweet. I’m from up north, there are few guys from Galahd around, we should all go out tonight and grab some food and drinks. Where are you staying?” Ada was grateful for the other woman’s curiosity that was helping her relax. She felt intimidated by absolutely everything in here, furniture and walls included, as childish as that sounded.

“I’m renting a place east, but it’s not great.” Ada hated the neighbourhood. It was the type of place where she didn’t feel comfortable walking alone at night, even if she knew how to protect herself.

“That shit hole?!” Crowe stared at her surprised.

“Yeah…I needed place quick and that was the only one available.” Ada felt as if she was defending herself against some accusation even if there was none.

“You need to move out of there. I have a spare room, you can move there until you find new place.” The manned Crowe was talking with was so relaxing. She barely knew the woman, but at the same time she could feel some sort of connection towards her.

“Thank you…” Ada had no idea what else she could say. That was probably one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for her, not counting family members. Her recruiter had told her the Glaive was like a family and she was beginning to understand what did she mean.

“No, problem. We are family now.” The woman smiled. “What’s your weapon of choice?”

“Magic.” She admitted with probably a bit too much pride in her voice that she wanted to show, but if you are good at something. “I’m half way decent with knives, but for some reason I have insane amount of magical endurance.”

“What magic do you prefer?” Crowe’s face suddenly was beaming with something that culd be called excietement. Ada didn’t answered she just extended her hand, a cube of ice appearing there. “Perfect.” Crowe said. “Ice has never been my thing, I’m more a fire type of girl, but I think we will work well together.”

‘Work well together’. That made Ada’s heart jump in excitement. She realized that mean being together on the battlefield and danger, but it still sounded exciting in it’s own twisted way.

“We are about to walk in the gym. Have to warn you some of the guys are a bit of…assholes. They are amazing, but they could be dicks at times. You are the new girl, and with that red hair and green eyes, I can bet money Tredd will be all over you. It’s okay to be am asshole back at them, it’s all in good spirits.” She opened a door for Ada. It was a big room, filled with all sort of equipment Ada could ever imagine necessary for a gym. Even if there were quiet few people training it didn’t seem overcrowded. Crowe walked to two guys by one of the power racks. “Nyx, Liberus, that’s Ada, she joined us today and guess what? She is from Galahd as well.

“Told you. The best people and best fighters are found in Galahd. Best of everything.” The man Crowe had pointed as Libertus said while spotting for the other man.

“Yeah. Sure.” The other man said as he squatted down. That weight seemed insanely heavy. “So, drinks tonight?” he pushed the weight up and then squatted down again, Ada caught herself staring at him.

“It’s okay to stare at Nyx’s ass.” Libertus laughed and Ada opened her mouth to deny it but the smile on his face made her realize it’s too late for that. “We all stare at his ass, he pretends he doesn’t like it, don’t believe him.”

“I will drop that on your head one day.” Nyx growled struggling with the final push and Libertus helped him place the weight. “So, drinks, tonight?” he repeated again.

“Of course!” Crowe answered for both of them it seemed and Ada was fine with that since she still felt some childish embarrassment. “I will introduce her to the rest and show the rest of the place and will find you for lunch okay?”

“Sounds good.” Nyx answered and gave her a friendly wink then elbowed Libertus. “Come on, your turn.”

“Not, much into that squatting thing…” Ada could hear Libertus complaining as they walked away.

“Lib and Nyx are like brothers to me.” Crowe explained as they walked away a bit. “Nyx has a bit of a hero complex but don’t take it in a bad away. They are both amazing.” The way she spoke about them made Ada think they were very close. “When did you leave Galahd?”

“Five years ago. I was fourteen when my parents decided it was time to move.” It certainly felt way longer than that.

“You are nineteen!” Crowe stared at her surprised. “You are certainly one of the youngest here. I always wanted a little sister so I guess I got my wish granted.” The woman smiled at her and Ada smiled back. She knew Crowe for less than an hour but the idea of being close with her appealed.

She walked her to a different part of the gym where three guys were just hanging out around one of the benches.

“The red head is Tredd and he will certainly say something to make you feel uncomfortable, just ignore him. He is great to have your back on the battlefield, but communicating is not his greatest quality.” Ada was grateful for all the social tips Crowe was giving her, too bad she was probably going to forget them by tomorrow. Her eyes fell on the man she was talking about. Tall, broad shoulders spiky red hair, a long scar covering his cheek.

“That should be our new recruit.” One of the guys said and the other two turned towards them. The man that spoke was leaner than the other two, with light brown hair and amazing blue eyes. His accent was somehow similar to hers but not as obvious.

“Ada, that’s Luche.” Crowe nodded towards the man that just spoke. “He and Nyx usually lead on the battlefield or everywhere else that matters. Luche, she comes from the island as you.”

“South?” Ada didn’t respond, just nodded.

“That’s Sonitus.” Crowe pointed toward the shorter man of the three. “If you ever need help with weapons, he is your guy.”

“Nice to meet you.” He gave her a warm smile and Ada replied with the same.

“And that is Tredd, I’m sure he will create a good first impression so no need for me to introduce him further.”

“I’m buying you a drink tonight.” Tredd smiled with the corner of his mouth and had to wonder if that was supposed to be a compliment or she should just run as fast as she could and as further as possible from him.

“Tredd when you look at people like that, it really makes them uncomfortable.” Crowe saved her again.

“It’s called being friendly, Crowe.” Tredd gave Ada another smile. “At least now team redhead has a new member.”

“Tredd, it’s really good having her on board because frankly you ruin the idea that redheads are hot.” Sonitus said and they all laughed.

“I’m still more handsome than you are.” Tredd gave the other man a friendly punch, but it was hard enough to make him lose balance for a second.

“Hey, Crowe!” someone shouted from the other end of the gym and they all turned in the direction of the voice. “Drautos wants to see you.”

“Now?” Crowe shouted back toward the other glaive, it was a man Ada has not seen yet.

“No, next year.” The man answered sarcastically.

“Go.” Luche said. “I will take care of her.” Ada could see Crowe giving himm a questioning look, but she apparently didn’t have much of a choice.

“I will try to catch up with you for lunch.” Crowe told Ada and gave her the warmest smile. “Tredd, you touch her, I kill you.” She walked and Tredd had the most innocent expression that his face could create.

“I don’t even know what is she on about.” The man eventually said. He moved were Crowe used to be and wrapped an arm around Ada’s shoulders. “But you are certainly the cutest thing I have seen this month. So, drinks tonight? Maybe just me and you? Can show you my place?”

“With the risk to regret later, I’d say no.” Ada’s answer made the other two men laugh.

“You won’t regret it at all.” Luche said between laughs. “However, the event might cause nightmares.” He grabbed Tredd’s arm and moved it away from Ada’s shoulders. “I will show her around, start training without me.”

Ada walked away after him, still able to hear Tredd and Sonitus laughing. The whole atmosphere here did feel like a family. They all were siblings who had their differences due to their personalities but at the same time even when they were rude to each other it created the impression they cared for each other.

“You lived south?” Luche asked while he was showing her various rooms in the glaive HQ.

“Yeah, I used to live couple of streets behind he Old Theater.” That felt lifetime ago.

“Really?” he looked at her with excitement. “There was a bookstore nearby…they worked mostly with old books, re-binding them and re-selling them.”

“Yes, it was on the same street where I lived.” It felt strange remembering Galahd. She hasn’t spoken with anyone about the place in such a long time, it almost seemed as if it wasn’t real but just a place mentioned in a book.

“Small world. I worked in that bookstore one summer. It was the year before the Niffs invaded.” He fell silent for a second. They had walked into one of the training rooms where Ada noticed Nyx and someone else fighting. It was a practice fight of course but from where she was seemed very real with the wrapping and knife throwing. “Is the owner still there? He was a good man.” Luche asked after the sat on the edge of the arena.

“I’m afraid not.” Ada shook her head. “He disappeared a year before we moved away.”

“Disappeared?” Luche seemed concerned.

“People started disappearing few years ago. At the beginning we all thought they were just moving away, to Insomnia or somewhere else, but there was no trace from them and all their belongings were left behind. Same happened to the bookstore owner. My father was a mechanic so the Niffs used his skills, hence we didn’t move right away, but every year things were getting worse…” Ada didn’t need o explain further, she was certain he knew what she meant.

“You are the closest I have been to home in years.” He finally said after a long silence. Ada looked at him worried that’s he probably said too much, that she was stupid to go that deep into the topic, after all everybody here had lost their home and people they loved. Luche didn’t seem bothered, however. She could see the nostalgia in his eyes, but he was also smiling. “Glad to have you on board.”  He added.

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[weemmagooutofstyle]

get to know me !

i was tagged by the angelically beautiful Sarah @iwishyouwouid to answer some Qs and tag more people! :)

what’s ur favorite song to sing/hum to?

Anything Taylor related - usually trying to work out harmonies for the songs

what’s ur favorite flower, tree, or plant?

Sunflowers baby! 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

how do u like ur coffee/tea? if u don’t like either, what’s ur favorite hot drink?

Coffee: Black with a sugar

Tea: either plan or sweetened with honey depending on the flavour

favorite candle scent?

Something vanilla based or floral like Japanese Sunflower by Serenity

sunrise or sunset?

Sunsets

what perfume/cologne do u wear?

Sunflower by Elizabeth Arden or Eau So Sexy from Victoria Secret if I’m feeling fancy

what’s ur go to dance move?

It’s not really a dance but I would describe it more as mum crooning

favorite quotes?

“Feel the fear and do it anyway”

“Nothing in nature blooms all year long, so do not expect you to do so?”

“Giving up doesn't always mean your weak sometimes your just strong enough to let go”

“You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired before, and that, my love, is bravery”

“Your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest, thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wild flowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over again, no matter how badly you have been devestated”

“Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it“

“Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them”

“Life is too short to spend it at war with yourself”

“Rhianna wouldn’t put up with you shit, so neither will I?”

favorite self care routine?

Napping. Give me a big ol nap any day

what color(s) are ur eyes?

I don’t really know. All of my friends try to work this out and they just can’t. It’s like blue but with yellow and then there’s green and it’s just a mess

favorite eye color on others?

Brown

favorite season?

winter

cheek, neck, or nose kisses?

... probably nose ???

favorite dog breeds?

Husky

favorite weather?

Cold and raining where it nice to stay inside and just be cozy

do u wanna get married?

In theory yes, it would be nice to get married to the love of my life (and I must admit I have several pin board on Pinterest dedicated to weddings) but the idea that people will be focused on me and having all that attention really rattled my anxiety omg

silk or lace?

Lace. Silk makes me look like I’m wearing pyjamas :(

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[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 34 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

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Loki woke to the feel of someone moving in the bed next to him. Usually, the feel of Ella moving around did not bother him, but today he noticed that her body was closer than it usually was to him, more specifically, her waist was under his hand. Pulling back his hand slightly, he said nothing.

“Sorry, I did not mean to wake you.” Her voice was genuine.

“Fine, it’s fine. I’m awake,” Loki groaned as he rose in the bed.

“No, you’re not, you’re still half asleep. It’s early enough, get some more rest. The realm can wait,” Ella urged, not wanting to bother him. “You only got three hours of sleep.”

“I’m fine,” Loki noted the time from her comment on how long he slept. The way she looked at him told him of a conflict in her own mind. “What?”

“Nothing.” She looked away.

“Do you, by any chance, know a spell to force people back to sleep?” He eyed her as he spoke, half worried at what she would say.

“A...Do you think I merely know one? I know several. Some a light slumber, some that would make you sleep for a year, why do you ask?” She tried to make it sound light, but she knew herself it did not lend itself to a light topic.

Loki, worried that she would attempt such a spell on him, shirked down into the bed again, eyeing her as he did. “How powerful are you?”

“Why do you think that even after a thousand years and the ice not thawing in the situation between our realms, no pun intended, that your father was so keen for me to be your mate? I am more powerful than my parents, or at least them when my father does not have Gungnir, that sort of changes the dynamics slightly.” Loki continued to stare at her. “Do you actually fear me?”

“Last night you moved us from one room to the other without even a second thought.”

“Right? That is not exactly the scariest thing about me.”

Loki’s fear rose. “What can you do?”

“I speared two daggers through a statue’s eyes and heart and a simple transportation spell bothers you?”

“Why do you know how to do that?”

“The daggers or the spell?”

“The daggers?”

“Did you never hear what happened four hundred years ago on Svartalfheim?” Loki shook his head. “My parents, Thor and I were on Svartalheim, nothing untoward, just having to do some sort of check, it is long abandoned, so my father thought we would go, see it, then head to Alfheim. Next thing we knew, we were surrounded, there was Sultur’s goons, weak but at least fifty. Thor and Father used force, Mother and I used seidr, but I was cut by a fire blade on my hip. Father was livid, with himself most of all, because it had been him who rubbished my mother’s claim that I needed to know how to defend myself physically. He stated I would never need to, yet had I not been so swift and capable with seidr, I would have lost my life that day. But a single lesson with a blade could have stopped me being scarred for life.”

Loki’s brows knit together. “What scar?” He did not take overly long to look at her naked body. During times that they were intimate, he did not take time to look for old wounds but he was certain he had not seen such a thing on her.

“I hide it, with my seidr.”

“Why?”

“Because it is ugly.”

“Surely that is a matter of opinion? Some would say my markings are ugly.”

“Your markings are as much a part of you as your eyes and lips, they are not the least bit ugly, nor are they the result of violent attacks,” She argued.

“Their being there and being ‘ugly’ is open to interpretation.”

“Those who say otherwise are merely hateful. Unless the markings come up in some symbol of hate or a phallic shape, they could never be accused of such.”

Loki laughed at such an idea. “Norns, that would be unfortunate. Though there was one Jotnar apparently, a few millennia ago, who had a marking on, I think it was his leg, that had a likeness to the Dark Elf for ‘entrance’.”

“Depending on how far up his leg that was, it could be somewhat informative.”

Loki simply laughed again as Ella smirked playfully. “I have obtained a few scars over the years, I never thought to cover them.”

“They blend in with your markings, so that does not count,” Ella retorted.

“Well, it cannot be that bad if you never got a limp or anything, so how bad is it really?”

Ella looked at the ground instead of looking at Loki. “I will leave you to get some more rest.”

Before Loki could dismiss her concerns or apologise for his comments, she left his room. He sighed and wondered if she would ever tell him or show something so intimate.

*

His plan was to speak more with her on the matter that evening, but Loki was beginning to realise something, the Norns laugh at the plans of mere beings.

Loki and the rest of the Jotnar were merely dealing with the realm in their own little ways when the roar of the Bifrost deafened them. He had been dealing with a matter with Arden that his father wished to have dealt with now that it was known another two Jotnar were in heat, it was clear the realm would need to be ready for a population boom and they wished to not deal with the matter too late and instead be fully prepared. Helibindi, having been told by Loki that Greta, a nice and sweet Jotnar, was interested in learning foreign manners of fun was at that moment in the company of said Jotunn doing said activities, the noise of the Bifrost causing her to bite his lip quite painfully in shock as it occurred. Laufey had been resting, his exhaustion as a result of his hard work the day before the tiredness caught up with him and going into a heavy sleep. The Bifrost, however, was so loud, it even woke him. Ella had been reading over something she wished to try and learn as a spell. It required concentration and silence and at the moment that the Bifrost erupted with a roar, she was relieved that she had not been at the part of the process which required her to concentrate the most but that relief was short-lived as she pondered worriedly as to why someone had used the Bifrost to come to Jotunheim.

Rushing through the palace, her fears increased as she saw a grouping of Jotnar, one of which was Arden and since she knew Loki had been in his company, she was unsurprised to see him a moment later beside him. What scared her was the burly blonde man she knew all too well in the middle of them. Running towards them, a few of the Jotnar, mostly guards, moved to give her a clear view of her brother, Loki, Helbindi and Arden, all of whom had very solemn faces on them, worrying her. As soon as Thor looked at her, she feared the worst.

“Father?”

“Far more grave I fear than an old King.” Ella shook her head slightly, not comprehending his meaning. “War, brutal and bloody.”

“How?”

“We cannot say for sure, but Alfheim will fall if we do not rally our allies today and join the fray and if they fall...” Thor began.

“Jotunheim is next.” Ella knew the position of the realms well, Midgard, Jotunheim and Alfheim were closest in location to one another, Jotunheim in the centre. “What are we to do?”

“Father sent me here to explain everything, to get every Jotnar able to join us, the Einherjar await.”

Ella looked worriedly at Loki. She could see the determination in his eyes but also his fear. “How can I help?”

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[wolfpawn]

Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 41

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary - Loki is home but he feels out of sorts, especially with regards to Ella, who informs him of the goings-on of the palace, not that he hears it all in his exhaustion.

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NOTES - Sorry for the delay in updating. I'm after getting a huge health scare so I am not really in a writing mood as I wait for the test results to come back, but I forced myself to write today.

Loki woke with a start. Looking around, he was terrified to see that though he was not in the middle of a battlefield as his mind had informed him a moment before with a Dark Elf bearing down on him and was instead in his own rooms safely back on Jotunheim, he noticed his bed was void of his mate who he specifically felt should be by his side.

He noticed her peculiar night attire on her side of the bed. Picking it up, he noticed how heavy the material was and the soft interior fluff, similar to animal fur would indeed give the heat she stated she required. Frowning slightly, he pondered why she would need such a thing. Her seidr always permitted her to be okay with her surrounding climate causing him to worry that she was no longer able to do so. When he heard the sound of water sloshing in the other room, it told him that she was in the bathing chamber. Looking at the dark sky and knowing that it would be bright early in the day at any attempt at a reasonable time in the day, telling him it was still late in the night. Worried, he rose from the bed and walked to the door. He had not even rapped his knuckles on it when it opened widely.

“It’s four in the morning, you need to rest.”

Walking into the bathing chamber, he was startled by the sheer amount of steam. The humidity, though he was unwillingly used to it from his time on Alfheim was like nothing Loki ever experienced before. “What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t get warm so I am just using some hot water to assist me,” she explained.

“What has caused this? You were here in the coldest of times, you should not feel cold?”

"My seidr is trying to do the impossible, I fear." Ella smiled.

"Is it like before, when you got ill?" Loki became fearful at the thought of her going back to that. War with Asgard was barely avoided before and he had seen enough of war to last him several lifetimes, not to mention, his protective feelings for her. She was his mate, his mind had clearly accepted that and he did not want any harm to befall her. He was supposed to protect her, that was his duty as her mate.

“No, nothing like that but it is nice to see you are concerned. No, I fear my body is adapting too well to Jotunheim and her climate but it seems to be forgetting that I am not Jotnar and that I am required to remain at a higher temperature,” she rolled her eyes and gave a small smile. “It’s ridiculous really.”

“That seidr seems to be more trouble than it is worth.”

Ella gave a slight laugh. “You did not say that on Vanaheim.”

“We could have used your gifts on Alfheim.”

“The humidity?”

“It was almost as bad as this.” Loki looked around the room, where steam had fogged every icy surface. “You’ll melt the palace at this rate.”

For a moment, Ella thought him to be serious but there was almost a playful glint in his features. “You honestly think I don’t have a spell for that?”

“I fear you have one for every and any form of situation.” Loki genuinely meant it before he shook his head slightly to fight off the tiredness.

“Go back to bed. You’re exhausted.”

“I will.” Loki did not move.

“You will not go until I join you, will you?” She eyed him carefully. Loki did not respond. “Fine. If only to give you some rest but I am probably going to use you as a heat source, so do not say you were not warned.” She felt around for the plug for the drain to release the water.

“You are warmer than I am.”

“I doubt it at present.” She took a towel that was beside the bath and stood to wrap it around her.

Loki watched her as she manoeuvred herself into a standing position, worried that she would slip and fall before getting out and putting on a towel. He frowned slightly as he noticed her hips were seemingly wider since his departure or perhaps it had always been so and he had not realised it. After his previous partners, he had thought her hips very slight, he had made comment regarding such a few times to his brothers but also once to Arden with regards to potential issues carrying young so slight. He was too tired to think about it too much but he did look with interest as she passed, very much wishing he had the energy to lay with her, having missed their mating while he was at war. Many men from all realms involved in the conflict used the services of certain women through the war, even his brothers seemed to have partaken in some activities, which, as their lives allowed due to their ability to have multiple mates was not something that would be in any manner frowned upon but Loki did no such thing. He had even heard from Helbindi that Prince Thor was not averse to such actions but he did nothing of the sort. As well as the risk of Prince Thor informing Ella if he had done such a thing and causing numerous issues as she would undoubtedly feel betrayed by him going back on his word and because he felt it to be wrong. That had startled him when he had felt that. He saw no issue in others doing it but when offered the opportunity for himself, he felt it was wrong and declined immediately. For the rest of that night, though he was happy with his decision, he pondered why he felt the inclination to do so.

Ella went to the bed and was drying herself, not paying much heed to Loki as she did so. When she felt his gaze on her, she looked at him, noting his concerned features. “What is it?”

Loki could not answer, he did not know why but he felt himself all but overcome with a sense of protectiveness that surpassed his earlier feelings of such. “I...I’m not sure. Something is terribly different.”

“How so?” She studied him worriedly.

“I...I can’t tell, but it is, with you.”

“Me?” Ella seemed more perturbed than anything.

“Yes...I…” Loki had been studying her face but when the towel slipped down, he found himself noticing her bare breast, looking far plumper and most definitely different to when he had left. He had been about to ask her something but instead became incredibly aroused by her current state of undress and how appealing she looked and with his eyes very much focused on her, he walked forward and urged her onto the bed, grateful to feel her legs spread naturally to allow him between them. “There is one manner to warm you up I think I can assist with.”

*

Loki woke to the sensation of Ella moving beside him. His eyes shot open immediately and his hand reached to her.

“What is wrong?” She looked worriedly at him.

“Where are you going?”

“The bathing room, I need to use it.”

“Sorry.” He let go of her arm and watched as she went to the bathing room, worrying why he felt uneasy allowing her out of his sight. The only reasonable thought he could even attempt to use for such was that after the loud and horrid camps of the war field, she was simply some company he could trust to not try to kill him as soon as he closed his eyes. That was a sensation he had not felt in a considerable amount of time.

When she came back to the bedroom, she smiled at him, soothing his worries. She genuinely seemed pleased to see him return and that made Loki feel more relaxed. She got into the bed beside him and seemed to be looking over his body.

“What are you looking for?”

“Wounds.”

“You will find very few.” He looked to the few scratches on his arm from where blades had barely made contact with his skin. Unlike other Jotnar, he bled more than shattered. His skin scarring over where the wounds once were. Now, they looked more like his natural markings.

“So you were not harmed much?”

“Not physically, no.”

“How were you harmed in other ways?” Loki frowned. “You stated you were not harmed physically, implying you were so in another manner.”

“No, I was not.”

“War-weary?”

“Incredibly so.”

“I sent a copy of myself to request us some food. Your father is aware that you and your brothers have returned. He is giving orders that none are to disturb any of you until you so choose to interact with the realm again. All who wish to rest after everything are to do so for at least a few days so to replenish strength.”

“‘Bind?”

“Both of your brothers, it is being warned are getting reacquainted with their mates. We will not see Helbindi for a few days I would think, Greta felt as though she was not far from a heat when I spoke to her a few days ago. Your brother, I would imagine, is going to do everything in his power to assist her into and through one.”

“He swore his goal was to sire daughters after everything.”

“I could not blame him. Siring such is far more appealing here than on Asgard, siring sons seems less appealing, considering everything.” She toyed gently with the marks on his skin, feeling for the ones that were not there before to see if they were simply ones she had forgotten or if they were instead wounds.

“'Leist told me of your actions with him when you went to retrieve him.” He smirked as he looked at her. “How far could you have made it without him or his mates seeing you?”

“I could have slit all their throats in their sleep and they would never have been any the wiser.” She looked into his red eyes as she spoke. “Though, with Alma carrying, it would not have been right.”

“She…?”

“Her heat, it would appear, was successful.”

“She will be a good dam,” Loki commented. “I’m not sure of having that other one as support, but she will do well. The realm is growing so well. How many are pregnant now?”

“Well, most of the males have been gone, so there are very few in the earliest stages, but we are definitely in double figures now. It’s wonderful. So many realms are suffering overpopulation, Jotunheim has a severe issue with underpopulation, this will be so good for the realm. Now with the threat of war gone also, we can invest more fields to food also.”

Loki sighed contently at the thought. “Jotunheim’s future seems to be getting a little brighter by the day. I am sure my father will be elated at the thought of one of his sons already siring. With Helbindi, who I know is adamant to ensure Greta is mated to within an inch of her being, it will not be long before she suffers carry his child also.”

“The House of Laufey will be unable to fit its bloodline at this rate.” Ella stretched slightly as she got comfortable in the bed again.

“It would be humorous if it were all the mates were carrying at once but most often, when one mate is carrying, her fellow mates do not tend to carry at the same time as somehow, it occurs that they do not have heats, so the young are tended to with the highest possible care. But if you and Greta were to also…”

“Well, they would be far from full-term in the time I carry. I could get pregnant today and still have a child before them. Even a half Jotnar is only eighteen months for me to carry while a full Jotnar child is carried for double that.”

“How long is a usual Aesir pregnancy?”

“Eighteen months. If our child had more Jotnar in it, I would be carrying longer but since you are only half Jotnar, it would appear I am growing at the rate normal for an Aesir mother.”

Loki nodded slightly as he felt himself relax at her being in the bed beside him once more, sating his worries by doing so, drifting slowly off to sleep, not noticing Ella’s admission or the half-smile on her face at him for not realising it as he fell asleep once more, he hand on her stomach, wondering when she would feel the child inside her begin to move.

#pride and prejudice #chapter 41 #loki fic #wolfpawn

[szynkaaa]

Alright, here comes Part V of my Ardyn x OC headcanon!

((Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04))

Mostly collection of headcanon that randomly spawned while chatting up with some fellow Ardyn fan girls

Bit of fluff is thrown in, might take me some more headcanon posts before I cross the NSFW line xD

I can see that Ardyn as someone who appreciated musics, especially classical one, stuff like string quartet, or piano concertos, probably also attends all the new and old opera and ballet plays. Over the years he has learned how to play various instruments, whatever caught his interest. Probably has a room dedicated to instruments, except they are all collecting dusts because he never really uses them anymore or simply doesn’t feel like practicing them.

Decent note sheet reader, can read notes if he takes the time but not a great at sight reading. Would probably also struggle reading certain clefs.

Excellent at Audiation - meaning he heard a melody and would be able to play it with almost no mistakes and then improves the rest while still playing. Has some surface knowledge on music theory

Plays the violin wayyyyy better than the piano, but the piano is - or was - his preferred instrument when he used to socialize in taverns. They always had one standing there and he would the play on it while other people would sing along to it (think of the murder ballads found in Assassin’s Creed Syndicate)

Likes to watch and listen to Cephy studying a new piano piece. Or generally watch her play. Cephy can’t really play well when knowing there is someone watching here, which only gives Ardyn more enjoyment in just casually strolling in and take a seat next to her while she suddenly forgot how play anything. Cephy doesn’t have the heart to tell him to fuck off, after all it is his piano she is practicing on.

Would challenge him to a small competition, something like ‘who can play this piece the fastest’. Ardyn would let her think she is winning at first but the he slowly catches up until they are playing a Canon and then he speeds up really fast until Cephy tries to catch up too but stumbles over her own fingers and gives up.

“How can you even play that fast, you’re wearing a heavy coat and leather gloves!” “You will find out that I have very… talented fingers.” “Please don’t make this weird”

Speaking of hands, Ardyn hands are very rough and dry. Dude doesn’t believe in moisturizer and the years of traveling as a healer and afterwards just roughened his skin, both literally and metaphorically speaking. In contrast Cephy takes great care of her hands. Always carries hand cream with her, makes sure her nails aren’t too long, makes sure not to do anything that will overstrain her wrist or break her arm.

One time when practicing a four-hand piece together or Ardyn actually took off his gloves and Cephy couldn’t help but grab his hand, bring it close to his face, rub over the back of his hand with her finger a couple of times before deadpanning “You need to moisturize your hand more often. It’s like its only composed of dead skin”. He never heeded her advice, but since then he���s always looking for small window of opportunities to grab her hand and/or touch it because he likes the feeling of her soft hand against his. Would probably never admit it though.

Also Ardyn is slightly fascinated by how small and delicate her hand is compared to his and yet she never backs down from mastering a difficult piano piece that has lots of jumps and more than an octave interval in it.

Yooo can you imagine though when Ardyn is like ‘let’s compare hand size’ and she puts her hand against his palm to palm and evidently his hand so much bigger than her and just before Cephy is about to put her hand away Ardyn he slips his finger between hers, intertwining them. Cephy is all blushy and cheeks red because wow they are holding hands now how did that happen while that Motherhugger just smirks at her.

A very rare sight, but when you’re lucky your can sometimes catch Ardyn humming to himself. Most cases it’s when he is in a good mood, the humming is a sight hat everything is going according to plan.

Doesn’t sing though. Like Cephy is pretty sure he has a very very nice singing voice, but Ardyn just doesn’t sing when there is people around. Under normal circumstances Cephy would beg a little but give this is Ardyn begging at that man is never a good idea.

Tried to teach Cephy how to dance the waltz once. Has never met someone as clumsy as her. His bad leg couldn’t handle the mistreatment any longer.

There is this really well written 50 page analysis essay written about how Ardyn might have a bad leg, and I totally accept that headcanon. I can totally see Cephy being a dick when it comes to climbing up a lot of stairs; she’d just walk up ahead until she is at the top and then turn around and look down and watch how Ardyn is taking his time to climb up the fifty million stairs because bad leg.

Once Ardyn is almost at the top - where a very smug looking Cephy is waiting for him - he stops at one or two steps below her, so they’d be standing at almost the same height, staring at each other. For some reason that bastard began to smirk, and Cephy’s began to falter. Ardyn was planning something, and that never meant anything good for her. However her stubborn side told her not to back down from this staring contest.

His smirk widened more, because it meant she fell for his bait. Slowly Ardyn raised a hand and it started to play with a strand of hair before tucking it behind her ear. Now her smirk disappeared completely. Still she tried to stand her ground. Ardyn began to graze his finger over her check, relishing the soft feeling. Her lips parted slightly. He leaned in a bit closer, taking in her scent. Cephy’s eyes dropped to Arden’s lips before darting back to stare into his amber eyes again. Too late, Ardyn got exactly the reaction he was hoping for. Quickly before she could pull away, he planted a kiss at the corner of her lips.

His stubble grazed her skin lightly, it tickled slightly. The smell of metal and old wood surrounded her. Then there was the feeling of his lips against hers. Or rather the corner of her lips. For someone who never uses lip balms, Ardyn’s lips were surprisingly soft. And suddenly Cephy wanted to know how they would feel fully against her own lips. He pulled away too soon, victory dancing in his eyes.

Cephy briefly debated if she should just push him off the stairs, but by then Ardyn has tipped his hat at her and began to move past her, stating “it’s not nice to make an old man wait”.

Oh yeah, Cephy would also totally pretend the kiss never happened but nu uh Ardyn would not even subtly remind her that it did happen.

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