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#its similar to a shirt dress but has a slit down the front and a quite full hem to accommodate my figure nicely
greeenchrysanthemums · 3 months
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Appearances for the GG rivals au character.
I am no artist, so these will simply be written descriptions with a few images thrown in here and there. These are all subject to change at any time, as well, since this is still in its early planning stages.
For Gem, I imagine she looks a lot like in this gorgeous fanart, except her dress has slits up the side to allow for easier movement and her hair is a low bun with a braid wrapping around the front of her head, like this.
Scott and Impulse wear armour similar to how applestruda draws it in her au, with their cloths in shades of teal and yellow. Scott, I like to imagine, has long, back length hair, that he wears down and covering one eye. Impulse has shortly cropped hair and two little nubby horns that are tipped in black, as well as sharp clawed hands. Scott's teeth are sharp; no one quite knows why.
Grian's eyes are entirely black like a barn owl's and his hands end in sharp talons rather than nails. He doesn't have wings, not anymore at least. He wears a high collared red tunic and brown trousers, but both are rarely seen past the heavy, ankle length, black cloak he hides himself under, which is held closed by a silver brooch in the shape of an eye. The cloak has a hood but he never wears it. He always seems to be sliming, whether that smile is devious or genuine is up for debate. The brooch looks something like this, minus the blue center and the circlular details
Scar wears a similar black cloak, held closed by the same brooch, though he wears his with the hood up, and it has red flower detailing on the hem (so, similiar to his secret life look but its a full cloak). His eyes are still green, though, and he has a single grey streak in his brown hair. His tunic and trousers under the cloak are both black and he wears his shirt just a little bit too open at the top. He also always wears a smile, but pretty much everyone can agree it is deceptively kind.
Mumbo and Etho wear matching outfits, claiming it is professional since they share a job, but it is something they choose to do not something that is required of them (they are just silly, really). I imagine they are simple outfits consisting of white tunics with black trousers and thick, leather aprons on top (mumbo's is red and etho's is green). They both wear goggles and thick gloves, as well as chunky boots, all for safety since they work with explosives. Etho wears a black bandana on his lower his face. His goggles replace his headband in this look, being what keeps his hair out of his face. His scared eye is missing entirely; he does not have a false eye, it is just an empty socket. Mumbo wears his goggles around his neck when they are not on his face.
Bdubs dresses similarly, minus the apron and goggles, since he works out in the garder. His shirt is white, and he has brown trousers. Over that he wears a thick cloak that is almost always covered in some manner of flora and/or mud. He completes the look with a wide brimmed hat to protect him from the sun.
Cleo is also dresses similarly to Etho and Mumbo but her apron is a plain brown that is stained with soot. Her tunic sleeves are always rolled up to show off her strong arms and she doesn't wear her safety gloves nearly as much as she should, and she forgoes eye protection entirely. One of her eyes is missing (surprisingly not related to the lack of protective wear), replaced with a glass eye of a slightly different shade of green than her organic eye. Her hair is pulled into a much messier bun than Gem's, with frizzy stray hairs going every direction.
Ren and Martyn look like how they are typically drawn in third life fanart. Ren's eyes are red, as well as blood shot, and he almost always appears angry.
Pearl wears a white tunic with flared sleeves tucked into a pair of high waisted black trousers. Over this she has a deep, red cloak that stops at her waist. She has a crescent moon shaped birth mark on the left side of her face. She carries a sword around her waist. Her hair is always down and messy under her hood.
Bigb just looks like a baker, I am not sure how to describe it. But he always seems to have flour stains on his clothes no matter how hard he tries to wipe it off. Big strong arms for him as well.
Skizz wears the same armour as Scott and impulse, and his underclothes are black. The sleeves of his tunic are ripped off and he does not wear his gauntlets. He refuses to elaborate on why. He is a dove avian.
Tango wears a short sleeved red tunic and black trousers with big chunky boots. His hands are clawed, and his ears are pointed; both are tipped in a red to black gradient. His eyes are entirely red. He has a long tail that ends in a tuff of fire that doesn't seem to have any real heat.
Jimmy wears a blue tunic with a brown vest over it. Brown trousers and chunky boots. His sleeves are always rolled up and he is always covered in some manner of dirt, both because of the work he does on the farm, and from being very clumsy. He has bull horns, one of which is chipped. He also has a tail.
I still don't have set roles for joel and lizzie just yet so they do not have designs in mind either, unfortunately.
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eldest-of-katts · 2 years
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This image is taken directly from the fic (linked below), it’s one of my favorite scenes when Roman starts contemplating his choices.
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This one is a sort of conceptual design piece of two cool outfits for Janus and Roman as they go off to adventure together in the (slightly idealized) future :D
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This is just a headshot of Janus with the cool snake tattoo and his hair all up in a nice bun and out of his face. It’s transparent too if you want him to stare at you from another backdrop lol
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Last and least one I did on my phone, it’s much lower quality than the others, and it’s a fantasy idea of Janus and Roman as fancy spies or something similar :D
These were all made for the Sanders Sides big bang for @the-princey-pie​ ‘s fic, their masterpost for that is linked here!
Thanks so much for @ts-storytime​ for organizing the event, check out their blog for more fics and art!
Image id time! under the cut
Image one: Roman sits with his left side facing the viewer, left knee bent and propping up his left arm as he looks into a fire set up in a fireplace made of round stones. Sparks fly up and partially obscure Roman. He wears a puffy sleeved white shirt, a leather vest, brown pants, and blue-grey wool socks. He has a contemplative look on his face and his hair is short with a center part. The backdrop is made of shades of blue, with the foreground being dirt covered in gold light from the fire. Roman casts a long shadow and the words “But if Janus was the good guy, what did that say about Roman?” superimposed in gold over the dark Prussian blue background.
Image two: similar background in shades of blue, the sky has two sets of clouds separated by a bright patch of sunlight, which lights the image. Janus and Roman stand on a cliff overlooking two receding hills drawn in shades of blue. Roman has his back to the viewer and is wearing a red cape with a gold shoulder-cover over a white shirt, green belt and brown pants. His feet are out of frame and he holds a brown walking stick that comes up to his shoulders. Janus’s torso and hips face the viewer, but he is facing away towards the hills. He points with his left hand towards the horizon and his right hand is on his hip. He is wearing sage green pants, forest green boots with gold trim, a red belt, a forest green corset with gold trim, a pair of forest green forearm braces with gold trim, and a sage green turtleneck tank top under the corset. His hair is platinum blond and is tied in a half-ponytail at the base of his skull, leaving it half up half down with one strand hanging in front of his shoulder on his right side. both figures are featureless and done in block colors.
Image three: A headshot of a man with a green and gold snake tattooed across the left side of his face. The head of the snake is above his left eyebrow with its jaws open wide, showing off fangs and its tongue. The snake curves around his temple, curving twice down the front of his cheek, ending with its tail curved up just below his bottom lip on his left side. his hair is up in a high bun on the crown of his head and it is platinum blond. There is one strand of hair untucked draping across the right side of his face, coming to rest above his right ear. He has green eyes with yellow flecks and he stares at the viewer. he is white and the drawing is lined with thick strokes, and shaded in a painterly style. The snake is in a different linework style than the rest of the image, closer to an ink drawing or tattoo than the rest of the image. There is no background.
Image four: This image is more pixelated than the rest, the lines are messy and there is no variation in line width. It shows two figures dancing, both pulling weapons out from behind them. Janus is on the viewer’s right with Roman on the left. Janus wears a red dress with white bird patterning. It is a sleeveless turtleneck with a slit up the thigh on the viewer’s left. Janus has a snake tattooed across the left side of his face, starting at the brow ridge and ending under his lip. He has muscled arms, and his right arm is reaching behind him to pull a gold-handled knife out of his hair. He his wearing his platinum-blonde hair in a half-up half down style and has a teasing smirk on his face. Roman stands chest-to-chest with Janus and wears a gold tuxedo top with tails over the top of a puffy-sleeved shirt with a ruffle down the front and a white collar. He has on dark ultramarine blue pants and his shoes are out of frame. He reaches behind his back, hiding a sword which peeks out from behind him at his shoulder. The sword is Greek-style with a wide section at the end of the blade and a thin section in the center of the length. It has a fuller down the center and both sides are sharpened as well as the tip.  He makes eye contact with Janus and scowls with his eyebrows while he smirks with his lips. his hair is short, coming up to a shelf in the back with a center part in the front. the background is a red and black radial gradient above a white and gold linear gradient imitating a low-detail ballroom. The characters are surrounded by a golden glow to separate them from the backdrop.
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wonderfilworld · 3 years
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Tease - J.P.
James Potter x reader where you tease him all night and he loses it.
a/n: this is for a request: “so i wanted one which like y/n was teasing james all night and when they go to the room dom james and like punishing us”
word count: 3.3k
warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: daddy!kink, oral, choking, unprotected sex; kissing, cursing. Let me know if I missed anything!
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It started before you left for dinner. 
James noticed you decided to wear that dress. The dress that showed off a little cleavage and a lot of leg. And it wasn’t that James didn’t like the dress - the opposite, actually - but let’s just say that James can’t exactly control himself around you in it. And how could he? You looked like an actual goddess and James was just doing his part by worshipping you. 
So no, the problem wasn’t that you were wearing the dress, the problem was that the two of you were going out to dinner with some friends tonight and, well, he couldn’t exactly jump your bones in the middle of a crowded restaurant. 
Well he didn’t really have a problem with it, but he figured you would so that’s why he respectfully tried to jump your bones before dinner, like a gentleman. 
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said as he stood behind you. You were in front of the mirror trying to put your earrings on. It was proving to be a bit difficult, however, with your boyfriend nibbling on your earlobe. 
“James, stop,” you said as he started planting wet kisses on the side of your neck. They were hot, open mouthed kisses, and when he got to the base of your neck he started sucking and licking, and you knew what he was trying to do. “We’re going to be late.” 
“Don’t care,” he said, words muffled against your skin as he kissed his way back up your neck. His hands were wrapped around your front, one making its way to your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze one at a time as he takes your earlobe between his teeth once more. 
You drop your head back on his shoulder and indulge him a little, letting him have his fun before you had to leave. Truthfully, you did wear that dress for a reason, you know he loves it on you, and you thought it would be fun to tease him a little bit, know he can’t resist you when you wear it. 
The hand that’s not fondling your breasts are traveling down your front, hooking under your dress and sliding up your bare thigh. You finally stop him then, grabbing the hand that’s inches away from your cunt and pulling it out of your dress before turning around to face him. “Nuh-uh, we’re leaving,” you tell him.
James actually pouts, bottom lip jutting out almost comically, as a whine leaves his throat. “Just five minutes, baby, please. Let me make you feel good.”
And his hand tries to make its way back under your dress as he leans in for a kiss. You grab his hand, holding it away from your body - but you do give him his kiss, planting a quick peck to his lips. 
James huffs as you walk away, watching the way the fabric of the dress hangs to your hips as they sway from side-to-side. He readjusts his pants, praying the tent in them has disappeared by the time you meet up with your friends. 
Tease.
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During dinner, things only got worse. 
The two of you sat side-by-side, thighs touching as you laughed along with your friends. Every so often you would place your hand on his thigh, squeezing the muscle as your friends talked. 
James was sure you were doing it on purpose, the way your hand moved up and down his thigh was too similar to the way you moved your hand up and down his cock, squeezing every so often. He was so sure the tent would return to his pants; his dick straining against the fabric, desperate for your touch, and James was going to fucking lose it. James absolutely hates being teased; he’d much rather do the teasing, likes it very much when you’re writhing under him as he gives you orgasm after orgasm, your pretty body covered in sweat begging for more because you can never get enough of him.
It made him angry, almost, at the fact that he had tried to have you before the two of you left, but you said no. He knows you didn’t care about being late - you never have before - so he was sure you did it just to get a rise out of him. 
And it was fucking working. 
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By the end of dinner, James was ready to leave that stupid fucking restaurant, take you home, and ask you what the fuck you thought you were doing. 
Thankfully, that moment came sooner rather than later as your friends said goodbye to you for the night, and James quickly grabbed your hand and apparated you back home. 
You arrived in your living room, stumbling from the way James practically threw your arm out of his grasp. He shrugged off his jacket almost violently as he stalked towards the bedroom. You follow him timidly; your brazen actions from earlier starting to create feelings of regret deep in your gut. You had hoped that once you got home James would pounce, devouring you and showering you in love and praise like normal. But now he seems almost mad, and you desperately wish you could go back in time. 
When you get to the bedroom, you see the bathroom door open and you can hear James brushing his teeth. You go to join him, toeing your shoes off as you tuck your hair behind your ears. 
You stand in the doorway and see that James has removed his shirt, and you watch the way the muscles in his back flex as he moves the toothbrush within his mouth. His pants are unbuckled, hanging low on his hips as he stands there. 
You look into the mirror and see him staring at you; his eyes are blank, almost bored but you know better, know that you’re in big trouble. Your hands shake slightly as you reach for your own toothbrush, spreading toothpaste onto it before running it under the water and bringing it to your mouth. 
You brush your teeth in silence - toothpaste comes out the sides of your mouth and he’s still looking at you and you want to tell him to stop, but you know you’re in for it already and you definitely don’t want to make it worse. 
James finishes, spits out the toothpaste, and rinses his mouth before leaving you alone in the bathroom. You sigh before repeating him, walking out and entering the bedroom. He’s removed his pants now, sitting on his side of the bed in only his boxers, and you strip to your underwear as well before you join him. 
“Did you think that was funny?”
You sigh, here we go, and say, “What do you mean?” 
He turns and looks at you, and you can see that he’s not in the mood for games, doesn’t want to listen to your excuses, and you gulp before you say, “I didn’t think it was funny.”
“But you did it anyway.”
“I’m sorry,” you tell him, and it’s partly true. You’re sorry that your plan didn’t go as you’d hoped, sorry that he’s angry at you for teasing him. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good,” you reason with him.
You lean over and place a hand on his back, rubbing softly before bringing your hand up to play with his hair. 
But James isn’t having it, grabs your hand, and yanks your body over until his face is a hair’s breadth away from yours. “You wanted to make me feel good by teasing me all night?”
“Daddy,” you pout, hoping the title he often bears in bed will make him take pity on you. “‘M sorry. Didn’t wanna make you mad.”
James scoffs but releases his hold on your wrist. “Y’wanted to make me feel good, hm?” His hand rests on your cheek now, almost sweetly, but you know better; can still feel the anger radiating off of him. 
But you nod your head furiously anyway, wanting desperately to make it all better, to have your sweet and loving boyfriend back. “Yes, daddy,” Your eyes are wide; rounded out as you pout. “Please let me.”
James studies your face; he knows that you know he’s angry, that he’s not going to be gentle tonight, and he wants to make sure that you want this before he continues. He looks for any sign of hesitation in your eyes but finds none. 
So with that in mind, he instructs you, “Get on your knees.” 
You waste no time, sliding to the floor and settling on your knees. The hardwood is cold against your skin, and you use it to ground yourself as James situates himself on the end of the bed. 
You’re between his spread legs, and you watch as he takes his dick out of his boxers, watches as he spits in his hand before grabbing his cock and pumping. 
You whine, you want to do that, but James gives you a harsh look as he tells you to “Shut up.” 
You watch as he strokes his cock, at the way he swipes his thumb over the head of it, and sighs through his nose. He looks so good like that - stroking his cock as he looks at you - and you pout again, silently begging him to let you take over. 
“Come here,” he instructs. You lean forward and go to grab his cock but he stops you, “Keep your hands to yourself.” So you place your hands on your thighs instead. 
You open your mouth and present your tongue. “There’s a good girl,” he mutters, watching as your lips envelop his cock. 
You swipe your tongue along his slit, swallowing the precum that’s gathered there. You moan, this is what you’ve been waiting for, and James groans when he feels the vibrations from it. 
One of his hands holds your hair, slowly guiding your head up and down his length. You look up at him, and god, he looks amazing: head thrown back, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed. You swell with pride at the fact that you can make him like this, and you want more, so you try your best to breathe through your nose as you sink down as far as you can on his cock. 
James chokes on his breath, and it’s not until you feel his pubic hair against your nose do you realize that you took all of him. But almost as soon as your lips meet the base of his prick does your gag reflex react, forcing you off his cock completely as you cough. 
You bring a hand up to wipe the spit from your mouth as you look up to James, “Sorry,” you say.
“Don’t be,” is all he says before grabbing your head and bringing it back down to his spit-covered cock. 
You open your mouth, taking him in as you sink back down again. It’s easier this time, and you find that you can make it all the way down with little irritation, but can only hold there for so long before you are forced to come back up. 
You keep this routine, mouth sliding up and down James’ cock as you run your tongue along the underside of it. Every so often you’ll stop to give special attention to the head, sucking softly at it before sinking right back down again. 
“Fuck,” James groans, he can’t tear his eyes away from the image of your head bobbing on his cock, can only focus on the sound your mouth makes as you suck him off. He can feel the way your tongue moves up and down, the way your mouth suctions around the tip and it’s making him go crazy. He wants to hold your head in his hands and use your mouth; fuck your face and watch as you drool all over his cock and you can’t do anything but just take it. 
But he doesn’t want to hurt you, and unless you specifically ask for that, he’s content with this - his hands are there as a guide for you; not pushing or pulling, simply a comfortable weight that he knows you love to have when you suck him off. 
He lets out another low groan before he speaks again. “You like sucking daddy’s cock, baby?”
You whine at his filthy words, the shockwave of lust they bring shooting south, pooling in your panties. You nod as best as you can around him, not wanting to part with his cock for even a second, wanting to drink every last drop he gives you.
But he tugs your head off of him rather harshly as he speaks, “Get up.” 
You do as he says, rising to your feet on shaky legs. James stands as well, directs your body to lie down on your back. His fingers hook under the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down, watching as the slick from your cunt connects to them.
He brings two fingers to your core feeling the wetness there. You moan as he plays with you, watch as he brings them back up to his face to stick them in his mouth.
James grabs at your legs and hikes them over the shoulders of his still-standing form and you whimper. 
“This is for my pleasure, do you understand?” His tone is harsh, and it sends a chill down your spine. His hand finds its way to your throat and he gives it a firm squeeze. 
“Yes, daddy,” you say quickly, not wanting to give him a reason to delay this any longer, you’ve needed him to fuck you all night, and now that you have the opportunity you are not going to let it get away. 
James wastes no time guiding his thick cock into your cunt; where he would usually go slow, he instead pushes in swiftly, knocking the breath from your lungs. You grunt, tilting your head back as your eyes shut tightly. James’ hand is still encompassing your throat, a firm, unyielding necklace keeping you from moving away from the harsh thrusts he gives you. 
He relentlessly pounds into you; your head bouncing off the mattress with each snap of his hips into yours. The swirling of arousal in your stomach tightens with each tap of his cock against the sensitive spot in your cunt. Your cries of pleasure are loud and they’re building by the second. 
“S’this what you fuckin’ wanted?” James asks, fingers of the hand not on your throat melding bruises on the flesh of your hip where he holds you. “Wanted me to fuck you like this?” 
And you try to say yes, but it’s so hard to speak as James manhandles your body. The sound of skin-slapping-skin echoes around the room, as does the way James grunts as your cunt repeatedly tightens around his cock. 
“You’re so fuckin’ tight - shit,” He tells you, ending his sentence with a firm squeeze to your throat. He’s not constricting your air-flow by any means, just keeping his hand there as a way to tell you he can if you’re not good. “I fuck you all the time and you still feel like a fucking virgin.” 
“Please,” you beg, “‘m so close.” your voice comes out shaky due to the distracting turning of your stomach and the way that James is still pounding into you without mercy. 
“Don’t you dare,” he warns. He pulls out of you then, and you cringe at the lewd sound your pussy makes when he does so. 
The hand around your throat leaves to grip the other side of your body as James picks you up, turns you around, and maneuvers your body until you’re on your knees on the bed, face pressed into the mattress as James continues his unabated rhythm against your poor cunt. 
You want to reach down and rub your clit so bad; it’s aching and you know you won’t get a reprieve from the burning in your belly until you do.
“Daddy,” you whimper. “Please, please, please.” 
“This isn’t about you,” he growls. “Now take my fucking cock.”
He’s mean and you can’t lie and say you don’t love it because you do, you know he can feel the way your pussy flutters around him when he says those filthy words.
But apparently, he wants more from you, doesn’t like how silent you’ve become. And it’s not because it doesn’t feel good - it fucking does - but you’re too focused on not cumming that you can’t cry out like you want to, can’t acknowledge the fact that his cock repeatedly rubs against that spot inside of you that makes you go fucking crazy. 
So, he wraps his arms around your front, one returning to your neck as the other anchors your bottom half on his cock, and pulls your body to press flush against his perspiring chest as he tells you what he’s going to do. 
“I’m gonna cum in this tight fuckin’ cunt,” he starts, speaking into your ear as your body rocks with his. “And you’re gonna take all of it.” 
“Yes, daddy,” you’re out of breath, body exhausted. “Want it all,” you mewl.  
He’s cumming then, hot spurts coating the inside of your cunt as he holds you against him. Your mouth drops open at the feeling; at the fact that it’s so much, still coming out of his spent cock and dripping out of you and down your thighs. 
You're gripping his arms like a vice, refusing to let go because you know you’ll fall face first onto the bed if you do. He’s still going, determined to give you every last drop. 
Finally he pulls out, turns your body, and lays you down on your back. He opens your legs, kneels on the ground and watches as his cum leaks from your pussy. 
He presses kisses to the inside of your thigh as he whispers, “So good, baby, so good for me.” 
You squirm from the praise and the feeling of James’ lips against your sensitive skin. You haven’t cum yet and it’s frustrating - there’s a burning knot in your stomach and it radiates through your whole body. 
“Daddy,” you say again, voice whiny and small. 
“I know, I know,” he says, and he brings a hand to your messy pussy and rubs his thumb against your clit. 
“Ah,” Your body jerks, nearly shoots all the way up - you’re so sensitive - and you didn’t expect it to be so intense when he touched you. 
But he’s rubbing small circles furiously on your bundle of nerves as you try your hardest to wiggle away, he has his other arm draped over your lower stomach and there’s nowhere for you to go. You realize that you’re crying, fat tears rolling down the expanse of your cheeks as you sob out for James, that you can’t take it anymore.
“Come on, baby,” James encourages you, “Cum all over daddy’s fingers.”
And the ball within your belly explodes, fire shooting through every vein in your body as you yell out a mantra of daddy, daddy, daddy! 
Your eyes are shut so tightly that you see white specs float across your eyelids. Your head is back, spine arched as James continues to play with your puffy clit, determined to help you ride out this orgasm as long as possible. 
Your body slumps back on the bed, chest heaving as James gets up and leans over your body to brush the hair out of your face. 
You open your eyes and are met with the concerned face of your boyfriend. “Hey, baby, you still with me?” 
You smile softly at him, you’re so exhausted you can’t manage anything other than to bring your hand up to his face, running your thumb along his cheek. “Hi,” you whisper. 
He smiles then, standing back up as he tells you, “gonna go get something to clean you up with.”
He walks off, and you lie there, chest heaving up and down, and you smile to yourself. 
“I love you!” you shout to him as he enters the bathroom. 
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. 
So maybe your plan was a success after all. 
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sgstories123 · 3 years
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Daddy-O
“Daddy-O! Thanks for picking us up.” Charlene threw her bags of shopping into the front seat of the gleaming blue BMW before joining her friend Rachel at the back of the car.
Mr Tan just smiled at her 18 year-old daughter. He is a successful businessman but he has spent so little time on his family that his wife left him a couple of years ago. Since then, he swore to spend more time on his daughter and less time making money. So when his daughter wanted him to fetch her home from a shopping trip, he cancelled his meetings for the day and left to pick her up.
Mr Tan looked at the rear view mirror. He knew Rachel. She was one of Charlene’s shopping buddies and had been to their house several times. She looked a bit like Charlene and can easily be mistaken to be her sister or cousin. Both were about the same height of 1.7metres and spotting a slim and slender frame. They both enjoyed water sports and so both were tanned with perhaps Rachel being slightly darker with slightly larger breasts than Charlene. Their mannerisms were quite similar too. Both were now giggling at some jokes and flicking their long hair back as they threw their heads back in laughter.
“What did you buy, girls?” Mr Tan asked from the front of the car.
“New bikinis,” Charlene replied immediately. “We are having a weekend pool party so we bought new outfits. And, Daddy-O, there was this beautiful designer bag that I just got to have. It costs a bomb but I don’t think you will mind, right?”
“Of course not. Anything for my daughter,” smiled Mr Tan.
“Rachel wanted it too but she spent all her money on the bikinis. She…oh wait.” Charlene stopped talking and looked intently at the message on her handphone.
“Shucks! I forgot that we are supposed to meet our lecturer for the group project discussion today. I am going to be so screwed.” Charlene whined. “Daddy-O, can you drop me off at school?”
“Oh. Shall I accompany you to school then?” Rachel asked.
“No. That is not necessary. I will be done in about an hour or so. Why don’t you head back to my house and wait for me?” Charlene replied without looking up from texting an excuse to her study group.
A few minutes later, Mr Tan dropped Charlene off at her school. “See you later, Rachel!” Charlene shouted before closing the car door and waving a quick good-bye to her father.
Mr Tan drove back to his condominium with Rachel in his car. He had never spent time alone with Rachel before as Charlene was always around. He found her to be quite charming. They shared a couple of jokes and laughed together happily. Looking at her through the rear mirror, he realised that she was quite pretty and attractive.
Once they reached his home, he opened the door to his condominium unit and invited Rachel in. “You have been here several times. Make yourself at home.” He left the shopping bags on the sofa. “Looks like you girls have been busy cleaning up the shops,” he smiled. “There are drinks in the fridge. Help yourself.”
Rachel went into the kitchen while Mr Tan sat down in on the sofa and switched on the television. He was feeling a little tired. “Do you want me to get you something, Uncle?” Rachel called from the kitchen.
“Oh, thanks! Can you get me a beer?” Mr Tan called out, surfing for a good Netflix movie.
He heard a Rachel coming out of the kitchen with two cans of beer in her hand. She set a can on the table and opened the other. The beer foamed out of the can, leaving a trail on the side of the can. Rachel instinctively licked the side of the can, stretching her pink tongue over the can. She pursed her lips and sipped off the excess beer. Mr Tan found that extremely erotic and his cock got hard, making an uncomfortable dent in his pants.
“Oops. Sorry about that. Here’s your beer, Uncle.” Rachel handed the can to Mr Tan. He took a sip, knowing that he just drank Rachel’s saliva mixed with the beer.
Rachel opened her own can of beer and again, the beer foamed out of the can. This time, it dripped onto her t-shirt, making a tiny dark patch on her breasts. Rachel licked the can again and this time, Mr Tan looked more intently at her tongue, imagining how it would feel if it was on his hard, warm cock instead of the cold, metallic can.
“Gosh. I am so careless. I need to wash this.” Rachel sighed. She took off her t-shirt, revealing a white bra covering a pair of perfect, round breasts. She walked into the kitchen to wash her t-shirt and returned to Mr Tan, still in her bra.
Mr Tan tried to appear nonchalant and not look at Rachel. “I didn’t know you drink beer. I thought young girls will go for Coke or something like that.”
“Nah. I drink beer once in a while. It is relaxing.” Rachel looked at Mr Tan. “Don’t worry. Charlene is not a beer person. She is a good girl.” Rachel laughed and reassured Mr Tan.
“No, you misunderstood me. I am not saying that drinking beer is bad. Just surprised. That’s all.” Mr Tan blushed in embarrassment.
“Are you blushing? Gosh, that’s so cute.” Rachel giggles. That made Mr Tan blushed even more. Was it the beer?
“Here, let me show you what we bought today.” Rachel reached over Mr Tan to grab a shopping bag. Mr Tan could feel Rachel’s breast resting on his chest. His cock was harder than ever and he hoped Rachel will not notice.
Rachel pulled out a red bikini. “Nice? Let me wear it for you.” She stood up and removed her bra, exposing her bare breasts. Mr Tan caught a quick glimpse of small, pinkish nipples before they disappeared behind the red bikini. Rachel pulled off her pants, revealing matching white panties. These were pulled off and for a short while, Mr Tan caught sight of a small triangle of pubic hair and a faintly visible slit before they were covered up by the red bikini again.
“Nice?” Rachel asked again? Mr Tan looked at the 18-year old girl, dressed in a red bikini that showed off her cleavage well. Rachel’s tanned, athletic and slender legs were made even sexier in the little red thong that Mr Tan knew barely covered her privates.
“Yes. Very sexy. I am sure all the boys would be attracted by you.” Myself included. Mr Tan thought to himself. Trying to shift his thoughts elsewhere, he asked “What is this bag that Charlene liked so much?”
“Oh. It is the latest model. Very pretty. Here, let me show you.” Rachel rummaged through the shopping bags before taking out a small, squarish blue bag out of a box.
Rachel caressed the bag lovingly, her eyes not leaving it for even a second. “I wished my dad was as generous as you, Uncle. I would have loved to have this bag too. Imagine if Charlene and I both went shopping with this bag.” Rachel sighed.
Rachel put away the bag in its protective case carefully before returning to her seat next to Mr Tan. She continued sipping her beer and watching the television, seemingly lost in thought.
She turned around and looked at Mr Tan. “Uncle, if I am your daughter, will you treat me like Charlene and buy me whatever I want?”
“Of course! Why not?” Mr Tan replied. “You are so pretty. Any daddy will want to spoil you with gifts.”
“Then, can you be my daddy and buy me gifts?”
“What do you mean? Adopt you?” Mr Tan was confused.
“Ha ha!” Rachel laughed. “That’s funny. I mean be my sugar daddy. Let me show you what I can do.”
Without waiting for his response, Rachel leaned forwards and unbuckled Mr Tan’s belt. Her fingers brushed on his hard cock. She turned up to look at Mr Tan with surprise. “Gosh! Are you already hard?”
She unzipped his pants, revealing Mr Tan’s hard cock straining against his underwear. She pulled down the underwear, releasing his cock. Finally, Mr Tan’s cock was free from the confines of his underwear.
“You have a nice, thick cock, Daddy.” Rachel was going with the flow now. “Can I please suck it, Daddy?”
Mr Tan did not know how to react. Here was a sexy young girl in a red bikini offering him a blowjob but this young girl was also his daughter’s friend.
“Pretty, please, Daddy? I promise to be good.” Rachel whined in the most innocent and seductive voice. Mr Tan heard himself say “Yes, be a good girl and suck on my cock.” Did he say that? He seemed to be in a daze.
Rachel need no further encouragement. She spit on the head of the cock and using her tongue, she smeared the saliva all over the cock, lubricating it. Slowly, she engulfed the head of the cock, pressing her lips tightly on the tip and drawing a sigh of pleasure from Mr Tan. Her left hand stroked the shaft slowly, drawing seductively lines along the length of the cock. Her right hand cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. Occasionally, she will gently scratch the base of his cock, just behind the balls with her fingers, making Mr Tan gasped in pleasure.
Slowly, she drew in more of his cock, all the while sucking and maintaining pressure on his cock. Finally, she had swallowed his whole cock in her mouth, with the tip of his cock touching the back of her mouth. She continued sucking with her left hand now alternating between squeezing the base of his cock and jerking it.
Mr Tan was moaning in pleasure from the blowjob. Rachel was very good at this. He held on to her head, guiding her to enhance his pleasure. Once Rachel had his whole cock in her mouth, he knew he could not hold back any further. He felt his balls tighten and shot his load into her mouth. Instead of pulling away, Rachel continued to suck and squeeze every drop of his cum. When she was done, she pulled away and smiled seductively at Mr Tan. She opened her mouth to show him his cum in her mouth, before swallowing everything in one gulp.
Rachel got up and sat on Mr Tan’s lap. She leaned over and whispered seductively into Mr Tan’s ear. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Mr Tan’s cock stiffened again, pushing against Rachel’s ass. Rachel turned and smiled when she saw the hard cock.
“Rachel is a bad girl. Rachel did not do a good job. Please punish Rachel, Daddy. Stick your hard cock into Rachel. Make Rachel cry out in pain, Daddy.” Rachel cried.
She grabbed Mr Tan’s cock with one hand, stroking it to its full hardness. With the other hand, she pulled apart her red thongs, exposing her love hole. With one practiced movement, she guided Mr Tan’s cock into her cunt.
Mr Tan groaned in pleasure as his cock pushed swiftly into the tight, young vagina. As Rachel started to ride on Mr Tan’s cock, she removed her bikini top, offering her bare breasts to Mr Tan. He did not resist the offer, squeezing both breasts with his hands, licking and sucking each pink nipple in turn.
Rachel was also moaning in pleasure. Mr Tan had a thick cock so it was stretching and filling her cunt, sending orgasmic pleasure through her. She grind herself on his cock, moving forwards and upwards, increasing her pace as her pleasure intensified.
“Do you want to be my sugar daddy? Can you buy me whatever I want?” Rachel grunted softly into Mr Tan’s ear as she rode him. “Yes, be my daughter. I will buy you whatever you want.” Mr Tan panted, his shirt now drenched in his sweat.
Rachel hugged Mr Tan tightly. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.” She wrapped her legs around Mr Tan, positioning herself at an angle so that Mr Tan’s cock could enter her even more deeply. She increased her pace, squeezing Mr Tan’s cock with her cunt as tightly as she could. Mr Tan could not hold back any more. With a grunt, he shot his second load into Rachel, hugging her as tightly as he could as his little soldiers charged into the tight chamber.
They held each other for a while until Mr Tan’s cock became soft and plopped out of Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gave Mr Tan a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.” She got up and sperm trickled down her legs. “I need to take a bath.”
“Follow me.” Mr Tan led Rachel into the common toilet. “Let’s take a bath together,” he suggested.
As Mr Tan showered Rachel, his hands roamed all over her body, caressing her smooth young skin and enjoying the touch of the contours of her tight, muscular body. His cock became hard again.
“Daddy, are you hard again?” Rachel asked innocently.
Mr Tan’s lust overcame him. He needed to fuck this girl again. “Come with me.” He pulled Rachel out of the toilet and into Charlene’s room. He took a towel and dried both of them hurriedly. Seeing one of Charlene’s large t-shirt on a chair, he took it and put it on Rachel. “Don’t catch a cold. Now lie face down on Charlene’s bed with your ass facing me.”
Rachel thought that perhaps Mr Tan was into SM. Was he going to spank her bottom?
“Is Rachel a bad girl? Don’t spank me, Daddy.” Rachel role-played as well as she could.
“You are now Charlene, not Rachel.” Mr Tan replied.
Rachel got it immediately. Mr Tan is living out an incest fantasy. She mimicked Charlene’s mannerism. “Daddy-O. I am such a naughty girl.”
Mr Tan’s cock hardened immediately when he heard the term “Daddy-O” used by Charlene. He hugged Rachel from behind, sniffing at Charlene’s scent from her t-shirt.
“Daddy-O. Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!” Rachel cried.
Mr Tan grabbed his cock with one hand and with the other parted Rachel’s cunt. Overcome with lust, he did not bother with foreplay but forced his cock into the tight hole in one swift stroke. He pumped Rachel furiously from behind, leaning forward to squeeze her breasts and taking in deep breaths of Charlene’s scent, all the while imagining that he was fucking his own daughter.
Rachel was swept up by Mr Tan’s animal lust and lost herself in her pleasure. She remembered her role though and occasionally moaned “Fuck me, Daddy-O!” for Mr Tan’s pleasure.
Mr Tan increased his pace and hugged Rachel even more tightly. Minutes later, he came a third time into Rachel. He turned Rachel’s head upwards for a kiss. “Don’t tell anyone and I will buy you whatever you want. When we are alone, your name is Charlene.” 
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Fanfic summary: In an AU where Eivor was adopted by Randvi’s family instead, he ends up falling in love with the man his sister has been promised to despite the arranged marriage between their clans.
Point of view: third-person
Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male Eivor
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THAT EVENING
BJORNHEIMR, THE LONGHOUSE
“...It took me a whole month to track Geirmund to that fortress.” Ulfar said he continued his story, nursing a cup of mead in his hand. He was currently sitting across from Eivor at one of the tables in the longhouse, and entrancing him with a tale from his past.
His voice carried a comforting roughness in the serene bass of its tone, and even though the ambience of the feast around them was full of jovial conversation, Eivor found a unique tranquility in the intonation of Ulfar’s speech, similar to when he heard thunder rumbling in the distance.
“Did you go inside the fortress?” Eivor asked, taking a sip of his own mead.
Ulfar nodded. “Against my better judgement, yes. It was a foolish decision, though, if I’m being truthful. I was alone on that island with nothing but an axe, and the frozen wind had seeped so deep into my skin that I could hardly feel a thing. But I refused to let Geirmund escape a second time. So, I snuck into the fortress and prepared myself to kill him for good. What caught me off guard though, was how empty it was on the inside.”
The younger man shrugged. “What happened to all his men?”
Ulfar chuckled. “I asked myself the same thing. I went in there expecting an army of warriors to come charging at me, and yet, I came upon no more than the dead remains of a battlefield, littered with the bodies of Geirmund’s people.”
“Someone already killed them?”
“Indeed, but I did not know who. And back then, I didn’t care to find out. The only thing that concerned me was putting an end to Geirmund’s life. So, I carried on with my quest and searched for the little rat. He was nowhere to be found inside the fortress, but I ended up finding a trail that led outside of its walls, and towards a nearby waterfall. The footsteps he left behind all looked cluttered and erratic, almost as if he had been running from something.”
Eivor found himself intrigued. “Did you ever find him?”
A twinkle sparkled in Ulfar’s eye. “I did. After what felt like ages of searching, I finally located Geirmund at the peak of the waterfall, surrounded by nothing but ice and snow. He was sitting on his knees and quivering in the wind, staring at me with a pair of eyes that nearly bulged out of their sockets. His tongue hung lifelessly from the pits of his mouth, and a large gash separated the flesh on his throat, causing blood to dribble down the front of his clothes.”
Ulfar leaned forward in his seat, smirking at the look on Eivor’s face. “Holding him in place... was a woman unlike any I’d ever seen. She stood behind Geirmund like a giant in human form, and carried a ferocious-looking weapon in her grip. Her gaze was wild with the rush of a fresh kill, and her teeth were bared like the fangs of a wolf. She took one glance at me, and then hurled Geirmund off the edge without saying a word.” Ulfar’s lips stretched into a smile. “...That was the moment I fell in love with Linnea.”
The young man chuckled. “Wait, a woman slits a man’s throat and throws him off a waterfall... and you fall in love with her?”
Ulfar shrugged. “You wouldn’t? I suppose I’ve always had a strange taste in women. It turned out for the best though. Linnea and I were wed two years later, and I finally found true peace with the world. She tempered the fury that burned inside me, but also kept it alive. She was my guide in a storm that never seemed to fade away.”
Eivor fidgeted with the straps on one of his bracers, recalling some of his childhood memories. “I don’t remember that much about Linnea. She died when I was still so young.”
A wave of nostalgia washed over the older man. “Linnea loved you. She didn’t get the chance to know you that well, but... she knew the pain of losing her parents too. In fact, she was one of the people who encouraged Arngeir to take you in.” Ulfar let out a sorrowful sigh, turning away from Eivor. “All she wanted was to ensure that you had a better life than her. I just wish she could’ve watched you grow up.”
“How did she die anyway?” Eivor asked. “What happened to her?”
Ulfar gestured loosely at the scene around them. “...The same thing that happens to most people these days. Kjotve. He cornered her in the sea whilst she was out on a raid, and slew her in the end.”
Eivor frowned out of sympathy. “...I’m sorry.”
The other man shook his head. “Don’t be. Linnea may have departed from this realm, but she now awaits me in Valhalla, roaming the afterlife of a warrior at the Allfather’s side. I couldn’t be more proud of her.”
“And do you still miss her? Even after all this time?”
“Of course. Though, I must admit, it’s becoming harder and harder for me to remember what she was like as a person. As the years have gone by, I fear that Linnea has become no more than a memory to me. I’ve... almost forgotten how I used to interact with her. How we used to talk. If you were to put me in front of her at this very moment, I’m not sure I would know what to say.”
Ulfar cleared his throat and decided to flip the subject to Eivor, clearly feeling somewhat mournful at the mention of his wife. 
“And what about you, Eivor?” He questioned. “Have you found someone you love?”
“You mean in the same way you love Linnea? No, not yet.”
“Well, you’re still young. You still have plenty of time. And even if you don’t find someone, there’s more to do in life anyway. All that matters is that you do it with honor.”
Ulfar finished the rest of his drink, allowing the alcohol to sheathe him in warmth. “Ah, but this old man has bored you with enough of his tales for one night. Go on and enjoy the feast, little cub. We can always talk later. I’d like to be alone for now.”
Eivor nodded and stood up from the table, taking his cup of mead with him. “I understand. I think I’ll go get some fresh air for the moment. We’ll speak another time. Until then, skål.”
The other man raised his drink. “Skål, Eivor.”
Leaving Ulfar to his thoughts, the blond viking swiftly removed himself from the old warrior’s company and returned to the bustling activity of the feast, immediately finding himself in the midst of jubilant merrymaking.
All around him, Eivor saw people from both the Raven and Bear Clans singing cheerfully as the mead soothed their sea-weary bones, allowing their minds to break free from their restraints for one night.
A symphony of laughter could be heard bouncing off the wooden confines of the longhouse as their celebrations drifted off into the evening, and sitting amongst all the wondrous chaos at the front of the hall, Eivor spotted Arngeir conversing with Styrbjorn, accompanied by Thora and Randvi.
Something that seemed odd to Eivor however, was the fact that Styrbjorn’s son was nowhere to be found. He assumed that Sigurd would’ve been spending the entire day wandering around with his new betrothed, but the man had made himself scarce.
He was probably bored of circling political discussions all day long, especially considering that there was a wedding coming up in the next two weeks. And the fact that Randvi was here by herself led Eivor to believe that she might’ve felt the same way. 
Well, he supposed he couldn’t blame her.
Making his way out of the longhouse, Eivor rounded a corner at the end of the hall and stepped through an ornate archway, only to come to a screeching halt when he suddenly rammed into someone.
The mead in his cup went spilling over the rim due to the impact and splashed everywhere onto the person’s clothes, causing both of them to let out a surprised grunt. Eivor’s tankard went tumbling to the ground shortly after the bump, and once the pandemonium finally settled, Eivor found himself standing there in silence, sheepishly trying to utter out an apology.
“Shit...!” Eivor cursed, waving his hand dry. “F-Forgive me. I’m a clumsy fool. I didn’t see you--”
The young man paused abruptly, astonished by the person he had just run into.
“--there.”
Standing on the opposite side of the archway, Eivor saw a tall man dressed in an opulent gambeson gazing down at the mess that now stained his clothes, attempting to dry himself off. His long hair stood out from the blackness of the night with a distinct shade of red, and his eyes practically pierced through the shadows due to their glacial tint.
His forehead was decorated with a uniquely-shaped rune resembling the image of a tree, and on his back, Eivor spotted an impressive longsword resting proudly in its sheathe.
It was a fierce-looking weapon that he would’ve loved to wield himself someday, but for the moment, Eivor was simply praying that the man wouldn’t use it.
Pinching his shirt, the stranger pulled the soaked fabric away from his skin and gave Eivor a neutral expression, surprisingly unbothered by the incident.
“Have no fear, my friend.” He replied with a sincere smile. “They are only clothes.”
Eivor felt the sudden need to ask for his name, admittedly not recognizing him. “Are you new here? Your face doesn’t seem familiar.”
The man nodded. “I’m from the Raven Clan.”
“Ah, I see.” Eivor said in understanding. He reached a hand out. “Well, my name is Eivor. I’m from the Bear Clan. I promise, not everyone’s as clumsy as me.”
The stranger displayed a hint of hesitation, almost as if he didn’t want to share his identity.
“...Gunnar.” He finally responded, shaking Eivor’s hand in a firm grip.
“It’s good to meet you, Gunnar. Again, I apologize for the mess.”
Gunnar waved a pardoning hand. “No need to worry. I can always replace them.”
Eivor shrugged. “Well, I still feel like I should repay you somehow. Is there anything I could help you with?”
The other man thought for a moment, stroking his beard in silence.
“Well, if you insist on repaying me... perhaps, there is something you could do. What say you to a walk around the village?”
The reply took Eivor by surprise. “A... walk?”
“I know it may sound like an odd request,” Gunnar conceded, “but I fear that I haven’t been able to see as much of Bjornheimr as I’d like. I was originally on my way back to the feast after a few minutes outside, but I think I’d like to spend more time in the nature of this place. Care to join me?”
Although a tad confused by Gunnar’s unique proposition, Eivor had to admit that he was intrigued. He was definitely in need of some fresh air himself after being trapped in the longhouse for a couple hours, and he couldn’t deny that his heart skipped a few beats at the sight of his new friend.
Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.
“Alright, Gunnar.” Eivor agreed. “I’ll walk with you.”
The man beamed gladly, beckoning his companion to follow him through the archway. 
“Wonderful. Where shall we go?”
Eivor stepped in front of him, taking the lead. “Follow me. There’s a place I can show you. It’s not too far away from the longhouse. I think you’ll like it.”
“I’m right behind you.”
~~~~~~~~~~
A LITTLE LATER
Sauntering through the snow-smothered paths of Bjornheimr, Eivor accompanied Gunnar as the two of them strolled leisurely under the clear night sky, steadily distancing themselves from the boisterous sounds of carousing that bled out of the longhouse.
At the moment, there was no one else occupying the frozen roads that twisted their way throughout the town, and the only other creatures that seemed to be roaming around were a handful of hares and birds, scuttling away back to their homes.
It would’ve seemed lonely to Eivor on any other given day, but with Gunnar there to provide him some company, the man felt a celestial grip of solace holding gently onto his heart.
Eivor couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but something about his new friend seemed to put his mind at peace. A soothing aura clung onto Gunnar with every step he took, and a sense of nobility radiated from his naturally tall stature. He gazed at the auroras shimmering above them as if he had traversed the very lights himself, and despite the silence, his mere presence alone was enough to send Eivor’s head bursting with a multitude of thoughts.
Just who exactly was this man?
“May I ask you a question?” Gunnar suddenly said, pulling Eivor back to reality.
The younger man nodded, his boots crunching in the snow as they walked. “Go ahead. What’s on your mind?”
“You said your name was Eivor,” his friend recalled. “You wouldn’t happen to be Arngeir’s son, would you?”
Eivor smirked. “Ah, so he’s told you about me already. I hope he left all the bad parts out.”
Gunnar chuckled. “He uttered nothing but the highest of praises whenever your name was mentioned, I assure you. Why else do you think I asked you to join me?” His brow furrowed in confusion. “Though, I must admit, you look different than I expected. There’s quite a contrast between you and your siblings.”
“I wasn’t born into the family like my sisters,” Eivor explained. “Arngeir adopted me when I was nine winters old. My parents...” his voice sank a bit, “...had just been killed when he took me in. By Kjotve.”
Gunnar sighed in empathy. “...Ah. I see. I’m sorry to hear that.”
Eivor was quiet in response, leading the other man to feel a pang of guilt clutching him in the chest.
“I’m sorry,” Gunnar quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean to pry. I... I should’ve known better than to bring it up.”
“No, no, it’s alright.” Eivor reassured. “It’s just... strange to talk about, I suppose. I love my new family with all my heart, but... part of me wonders what would’ve happened if my parents were still here. How my life would be. It’s a question that’s hounded me for years.”
Gunnar allowed himself to open up a bit. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m also familiar with the loss of a parent.”
The younger man lifted a brow. “You are?”
“I’m afraid so. My mother succumbed to a battle wound when I was only a child. I don’t remember much of her, but I still think of her often. Sometimes, I find myself sharing the same thoughts as you.”
Eivor’s tone softened in heartache. “Then you understand.”
“Indeed,” Gunnar replied. “Many people told me that my mother was in a better place after she left this realm, but... I don’t know. Surely, the best place a mother could be is at her child’s side?”
“I’d say you’re right,” Eivor agreed. “My father gave up the chance to enter Valhalla in order to save me.”
“Then it just proves that nothing can surpass that type of love. I suppose we should be grateful.” Gunnar paused for a second, breaking out of his melancholic state. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean for this conversation to take such a grim turn. My father says I’m too forward with my thoughts sometimes.”
Eivor scoffed in amusement. “Please, be as forward as you’d like. We could use more of that nowadays. Nothing irritates me more than running around in semantic circles with someone, but I digress. We’ve reached the place I wanted to show you. Come on. It’s just up here.”
Leading Gunnar up a hill, Eivor guided his friend to the same peak where he’d been relaxing earlier that day, eager to see his reaction to the view that sat in front of it. The sun wasn’t there to illuminate all the corners of its beauty much to Eivor’s dismay, but he still wished for his companion to take in the sight.
“Here we are,” Eivor said, coming to a halt at the top of the hill. “What do you think?”
Gunnar froze in his tracks, absolutely amazed by the remarkable view.
Stretching out for miles in front of him, Gunnar saw nothing but a sea of Northern Lights gently gliding along the edge of the sky, kissing its divine darkness with a mystical green glow. Hints of magenta sat delicately atop their beams like a crown fashioned by the gods, and the colors elegantly danced with each other like waves in an ocean. 
Countless stars could be seen dotting the vast void hanging above them, and lying calmly just underneath the horizon, a plethora of waves softly caressed the saltwater tides, brushing against the shore in a rhythmic motion that seemed to hypnotize the nature around it.
It wasn’t quite as striking as when the sun’s light managed to hit its surface during the day, but Gunnar felt a transcendent sense of awe blooming his chest nonetheless. Something about the way the mountains were formed seemed to draw him closer to the sky, and for a brief moment, part of him even forgot he was still standing in Bjornheimr.
“It’s... beautiful.” He whispered in astonishment. “I’ve never seen such a clear view of the fjords before. Not even in Fornburg.”
Eivor took a seat on the bench and stretched his legs out, allowing himself to relax as he marveled at the sight in front of him.
“It’s definitely something to behold. I spend most of my mornings up here. I’ll usually come here to meditate, or to pray, or to think. It helps clear the mind. I only wish you could see it during the day.”
Gunnar sat down beside the other man, tilting his head up towards the sky.
“I can understand why you come here so often. The solitude on this hill -- it provides a feeling of peace that I’ve not experienced in ages. I wish we had more places like this back home.”
Eivor turned to his friend. “Things are stressful over in Fornburg, I take it?”
Gunnar sighed. “Very much so. Especially with Kjotve’s fortress standing so close to our shores. We have many capable warriors looking after the village while we’re gone, but... I still question our king’s decision to leave it unattended during such a dire time.”
A sudden thought crossed Eivor’s mind. “Hey, Gunnar. You’ve asked me a lot of questions so far, but do you mind if I ask you one?”
“Go ahead.”
The younger man took a second to think about how to phrase his next sentence. “...What can you tell me about your prince?”
The question seemed to catch Gunnar by surprise. “Our prince? You mean Sigurd?”
“Yeah. I’ve heard a few things about him already, but I’d like to know more. He’s going to marry my sister in two weeks, after all. I’m curious to hear what kind of a man he is.”
Gunnar struggled to think of an answer, unsure of what to say. “Well... people say he’s a great warrior.”
Eivor shook his head in disappointment. “Ah... that’s what they say about everyone these days. It means nothing to me anymore. I want to know what Sigurd’s like as a person; as a husband. Do you think he’ll treat my sister right? And with respect?”
Gunnar let out a deep breath, finally deciding to abandon the pretense he had been holding up.
“You wish to hear the truth? The truth is... Sigurd is human like everyone else. His father describes him as a ruthless warrior driven by an undying ambition, but I fear that he likes to embellish his tales sometimes.”
That piqued Eivor’s interest. “And the other people in your clan? What do they say about him?”
“Some people say he’s charismatic. Others say he’s serious, or sad, or angry.” Gunnar hung his head low in a humble manner, forming his own opinion. “...I believe he’s all four.”
“Do you consider him to be a man of honor?”
The older man paused, attempting to conceal the same hesitation he showed back in the longhouse.
“...I do. Sigurd’s judgement may not always be the best, but I’ve never known him to be a man who indulges in the suffering of others. He’s a man with many flaws, and...” Gunnar gazed downwards at his hands, fidgeting with them in timidness, “...and I just hope that others can see he does have a good heart. Even if he doesn’t know how to show it.”
Eivor took on a more serious tone, latching onto the honesty in Gunnar’s voice. “And Randvi? Do you think he’ll do right by her?”
“Yes,” he answered sincerely. “I know he held some reservations when the king first told him of this marriage, but I believe Sigurd will do everything he can to keep your sister safe. He understands the necessity of this alliance. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize it.”
The younger man found a hint of relief in that statement and finally decided to let go of the subject, allowing himself to be free of his worries for a minute. Part of him suspected that Gunnar was simply telling him what he wanted to hear, but there was an undeniable sort of candor hiding in his speech that Eivor felt naturally compelled to believe him.
Though, he couldn’t deny that he found it rather strange how Gunnar’s mood shifted so suddenly. It was only a few moments ago that the man was parading around like a king in a crowd of peasants, and yet... all it took was one mention of Sigurd’s name to shatter that facade entirely. He now carried himself like a man being tried before God, and stared at the ground in a despondent fashion.
It only made Eivor wonder who Sigurd was to Gunnar.
“Sigurd?” A third voice called through the darkness, causing Eivor and Gunnar to jolt their heads towards the source. “Sigurd! Are you there?”
Trudging his way up the hill, an unfamiliar man abruptly emerged from the shadows and came trekking through the snow, approaching Gunnar as he tried to speak through labored breathing.
“Sigurd!” He greeted upon seeing the man. “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Your father requests your presence back at the longhouse. There’s something he wishes to speak with you about.”
Sigurd exchanged a brief glance with Eivor at the sound of his true name before quickly turning away from him, clearly unhappy that his friend had just exposed his real identity.
“Thank you, Dag.” He replied solemnly. “I’ll go see him right away.”
Dag offered no more than a formal nod in response before hurriedly taking his leave from the scene and backtracking towards the longhouse, eager to return to the warmth of the feast.
Meanwhile, Sigurd remained seated beside his new friend as the younger man came to a sudden realization, finally understanding why their talk had caused “Gunnar’s” demeanor to switch so drastically.
“...You’re Sigurd?” Eivor asked, his expression blank with shock.
The prince sighed quietly in remorse, linking his hands together out of anxiety.
“I apologize, Eivor. I did not mean to be deceptive, but... it’s difficult to get a genuine reaction from people when they know you’re a prince.” He shifted in his seat slightly. “In truth, Gunnar is the blacksmith of my clan. I only hid behind his name because I wished to take a break from all the political discourse for a moment. I hope I haven’t tarnished your impression of me.”
Eivor shook his head, resting a hand on his knee. “No, not at all. It must be a tiring endeavor, having to constantly pry the honesty out of people’s fake smiles. I think I can understand, being the son of a jarl myself.”
Sigurd smiled brightly, relieved that he hadn’t ruined the other man’s opinion of him. “It gladdens me to hear it. Not everyone is so willing to lend their ear as you are, Eivor. I... I enjoyed having this conversation with you.”
The prince rose to his feet, finally ready to return to his royal duties.
“Well, I suppose I should see my father before he sends out a search party. Thank you for spending the evening with me.” A bashful tint kissed the surface of Sigurd’s cheeks. “I’d... love to see you again. If you’re alright with it, that is.”
Eivor stood up from the bench, chuckling at his friend’s shyness. “I’d like that too. And I promise, I won’t spill my drink all over you again.”
The older man smirked. “Can’t wait to see my father’s reaction when I return to him soaked in mead. He’ll probably be mortified. Not exactly a good way for a prince to present himself, you see.”
Eivor shrugged humorously. “On the contrary, I’d say it’s the best.”
Sigurd laughed heartedly at that. “Well, let’s just hope he shares your point of view. I don’t fancy bearing the brunt of his wrath today. In the meantime, though...” he softened his voice, admittedly wishing he could stay a bit longer, “take care of yourself, Eivor. It was a pleasure getting to speak with you.”
The man mirrored his affection. “You too, Sigurd. I hope I get the chance to see you again soon.”
“Don’t hesitate to approach me if you do. I’d love to spend more time with you. Until then...” he shifted awkwardly in place, almost as if he had to restrain himself from giving Eivor a hug, “...farewell, my friend. And may the Allfather watch over you. These are dangerous times for all of us.”
Turning on his heel, Sigurd reluctantly parted ways with Eivor and slipped off into the night, vanishing behind the thick layers of darkness surrounding them. He had no more than a few scattered torches to fend off the shadows that threatened to encompass the path, and his limbs were somewhat stiff from having been in the cold for so long.
Despite his rather uncomfortable situation however, Sigurd left Eivor’s company feeling more fulfilled than he had for the entire day. Something about the man’s spirit seemed to harmonize with him unlike anything else, and it honestly frightened him somewhat how easily he opened up to the man.
It wasn’t normal for Sigurd to pour out the contents of his heart to a complete stranger within minutes of meeting them, and yet, part of him felt as if he had already known Eivor for his entire life. There was an indescribable force binding them together, and it only seemed to strain more the further Sigurd distanced himself from his friend.
As for Eivor, the man couldn’t help but wonder if this was the “chaos” Ingrida foretold. Initially, he assumed that no harm could come of this wedding considering the motive behind its arrangement, but now... he understood what the seeress meant. 
The war she spoke of would not originate from within the marriage, but rather from outside it. It wouldn’t be forged in the fires of bloodshed or in the heat of battle, but rather in the defiance of the Nornir’s plans.
It would start with a spark, and spread until it couldn’t be contained.
“Dammit...” Eivor muttered with a sigh, pacing around the hill. He wanted nothing more than to pursue a friendship with Sigurd, but the pragmatic side of him knew it would end in mayhem. 
Sigurd had already been promised to Randvi. He would soon be a married man. He couldn’t afford to have Eivor distracting him from the sidelines, or tempting him with something so problematic. 
It would clash directly with all the plans Styrbjorn and Arngeir had in mind for their people. They had a war to focus on with Kjotve’s men, and couldn’t bear the risk of brewing even more conflict between their clans.
But even then... Eivor knew what he felt, and he knew it would be pointless to fight against it. He had seen for himself how this kind of force could shake the very earth beneath their feet, and he assumed it would only be a matter of time until it triumphed.
Still, Eivor had no intentions of speeding along the process. He had a responsibility to carry out for his people, and right now, their safety was depending on the sanctity of this marriage. He would have to do his best to stifle the affection in his heart, and keep things on their course.
It was what the gods intended, he presumed, and the last thing he wanted was to interfere. 
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Crimson (Chapter 11)
Summary: Jaebeom and Yujin attends the autumn festival hosted by the Air court.
Word count: 4390
Pairing: Jaebeom X OC
Warning(s): some fluff, some angst :o
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16
A/N: Finally managed to put this up albeit late. D: Anyway, let me know what you think about this chapter! ^^ Show your support for my works by buying me a coffee! Follow me on Twitter for random updates.
Once again, Yujin stands before Jaebeom, in the fog. The fae is emotionless, just staring at her with his crimson eyes. He doesn’t even reach out to her, doesn’t even look at her with the usual fondness. 
"Jaebeom, can’t you see?” Yujin speaks first, holding up a finger. “My heart is already in your hands."
The Fire fae looks down, Yujin following suit. His right hand is stained, red liquid dripping onto the ground. Similar to the previous dream, there is a beating heart in his hold. As if curious, Jaebeom goes on to squeeze it. Immediately, Yujin doubles over, her fingers clutching at her chest, nails digging into the skin. Yet, Jaebeom seems the least affected. He spares her a glance, before clenching his fists tight, knuckles turning white. Visually, Yujin can see how the heart in his hand is further compressed, as if he’s wringing the laundry. Yujin’s knees buckle slightly before she collapses to the ground. She screams, the pain in her chest excruciating, tears streaming down her face. Despite that, Jaebeom doesn’t stop. It’s as if he’s blind to her pain, deaf to her screams. It’s as if he doesn’t care what’ll happen to her at all. His fingers continue to dig into the heart, until finally, it punctures through. Blood splatters everywhere, some droplets land on his face, onto the ground, some even reaching Yujin.
Yujin gasps for air, her breathing getting weaker by each passing second.
“Why…?” the female croaks out helplessly.
Jaebeom brings up his free hand. A ball of fire is produced on his palm -- larger than any he has ever conjured. The fire spreads up to his elbow, engulfing his entire left arm. The fae looks mesmerized by his new ability, turning his arm around, his eyes reflecting the light of the dancing fire. In the next moment, the flame dissipates completely.
Jaebeom glances down to the heart in his other hand, before darting his eyes back at Yujin. He holds it up, and fire ignites once more. This time, Yujin watches as the flame engulfs the heart, as the flame turns from orange to a deep blue, as the heart scorches in the heat. She watches as the muscle turns to ashes. Her vision goes out.
“Yujin, my love,” she hears a sweet voice calling her repeatedly. She feels someone shaking her body awake.
Opening her eyes, Jaebeom is already peering at her, his face contorted in worry. Her mind flashes the image of dream Jaebeom, and Yujin jolts up, nearly butting heads with the male.
“Relax, it’s just me,” Jaebeom soothes her, running a hand up and down her back. Then, he pulls her for a hug. “I’m here.”
Immediately, the tension in Yujin’s body vanishes, though tears are flowing down her cheeks.
“Jaebeom, you love me, right?” she mutters.
“Of course I do,” the male answers, tightening his arms around her. “You had a bad dream, that’s all. If the dream told you otherwise, then know that this Jaebeom has always loved you.”
Yujin nods slightly, burying her face into his chest. Despite the nightmares relating to Jaebeom, it’s only a dream. Why it occurs, Yujin doesn’t know. But perhaps, it stems from her insecurity that she’s nothing compared to the person Jaebeom holds dear. In the end, Jaebeom has assured her of his love, and Yujin finds comfort in that. 
Don’t you worry, Yujin tells her heart, Jaebeom loves us.
---
The day of the Air court autumn festival arrives in no time. Yujin wears a cream-colored wrap dress, personally designed by Bam. The dress is made of linen, but it flows beautifully whenever Yujin moves. The skirt reaches her ankles, and there is a slit at the side that exposes her left leg. Yujin finds it simple, nothing too eye-catching, but the couturier was confident that Yujin will outshine Yena. That Jaebeom will never take his eyes off her! Yujin had laughed it off then, had shaken her head in amusement.
But when she emerges from her room and meets Jaebeom at the bottom of the main staircase, it seems to her that Bam's words ring true. The male is staring at her in pure awe. He's wearing all black underneath the maroon overcoat. Part of his chest peeks through his satin shirt, the top few buttons left undone. Jaebeom has his hair slicked back neatly, exposing the beauty marks above his left eye.
"You look amazing," he exhales, as if he's catching his breath. His hand goes to her waist, fingertips lingering there.
"You look dashing too," Yujin returns. She tugs at his shirt and buttons it, except for the topmost one. "But that was too much. I don't want anyone else looking at you."
Jaebeom laughs. "Don't worry, my love. Only you get to see my all," he says, adding a wink.
"It better be," Yujin utters, pouting.
The male strokes her cheek, his eyes fond. He doesn't reply in words. Instead, he presses a kiss at the corner of her mouth.
“Shall we?” Jaebeom gestures to the front door, one hand sliding from Yujin's waist to the small of her back. 
Outside, a carriage is prepared for them, though there are no horses to pull it. A fae waits beside it, someone Yujin has never seen before. His eyes are white, indicating that he's an Air fae. Yujin reckons he's tasked to usher the couple to the Air court.
The fae opens the carriage door and Yujin climbs in first. The space inside appears small but when Jaebeom enters, the carriage seems to accomodate for the both of them. Still, they're pressed together, shoulders and knees knocking, even though there is a gap between Jaebeom and the door. Yujin bites down her smile, at the thought that Jaebeom wants to be close to her as much as possible.
When the door clicks shut, Jaebeom knocks at the roof with a pattern. In the next moment, Yujin feels a slight shake to the carriage before she hears a pop sound in her ears. The temperature has dropped and when Yujin exhales, a puff of air is released.
The door opens from outside and Jaebeom climbs out first. Yujin follows behind, popping her head out. The mansion is gone. What beholds in front of her is a huge palace, its walls are the dullest gray. Yujin recalls that the Air faefolks live in the mountains. There are low-lying clouds covering the pillars, almost hiding it away from view.
There isn't anyone around to receive them, that Yujin briefly wonders if they arrived early. Suddenly, a person dressed in a white robe appears in front of them. He has a hood on, the shadows underneath covering his face. He forms an incomplete circle with his hands before pushing it towards the couple. A gust of wind is produced. Then, the man ushers both Jaebeom and Yujin through the bushes, instead of going up the main stairs to the front door. They approach a wall of bricks and  Yujin watches with curious eyes as the man waves a hand across. The wall splits in the middle, sliding to the sides to reveal a tunnel. Yujin reckons this is the secret pathway that Jaebeom told her about. They hadn't meet any other fae since their arrival.
Only when the wall merges back did the mysterious man pull off his hood.
"Pardon me for not greeting you earlier," Youngjae places a hand to his chest out of respect, "I didn't want to risk being seen."
"But we didn't even cover our faces though?" Yujin asks, confused.
Youngjae laughs. "Well, I casted a spell on you, distorting the air around you and making you momentarily invisible."
"Woah," Yujin lets out in amazement.
"Follow me," the prince beckons, stepping onto a wooden plank that is large enough for the three of them. There are rods of metal at the sides. "You might want to hold on tight."
Jaebeom cages Yujin between his arms, his hands curled around the metal railings. "This is the fun part," he whispers to her ear.
Youngjae faces the back, and moves both his arms in a circular motion. The makeshift cart starts to move in the opposite direction slowly, before building up its speed. Jaebeom screams in pure joy, enjoying the ride. Yujin can't help but join him, a smile on her face as they move through the long tunnel.
It doesn't take long for them to arrive at the very end, though Yujin wonders how much longer it would take if they had walked. A spiral staircase is in sight and Yujin peers up. It's an endless flight of stairs, and if they have to climb all the way to the top, she reckons she'd pass out. Thankfully, they're saved from it because Youngjae exits through the door on the third floor.
They needed to navigate through a few more corridors before they finally reached the ballroom. Nevertheless, because they’re at the higher floors, they are practically invisible. At this position, they can oversee the mass of faefolk at the main ballroom. Interestingly, Yujin notices faes of all sizes and all elements in the crowd. She had always thought that the different elemental faefolk cannot bear the sight of each other. Perhaps they’re civil just for today.
Youngjae continues moving forward, not once batting an eye at the event below. There's a door at the end of the hallway, and as they come closer, there are voices on the other side. At this, Jaebeom takes Yujin's hand, their fingers interlocking. Youngjae knocks on the door before pushing it open. 
Before Yujin could even peer her head in, Jaebeom is sent backwards, their hands released. Yujin's surprised expression quickly turns to anger because it is Yena who has her arms around Jaebeom’s neck, legs off the floor. She can't fault Jaebeom for having his hand on the princess' back. He needed to keep them steady, but still, she can't help the jealousy bubbling in her chest.  
"You came!" Yena squeals.
“Princess Yena, behave. Is that how the future Queen carries herself?” says an air of authority.
Almost instantly, Yena detaches herself from Jaebeom, her face sulky.
“Queen Choi,” Jaebeom greets, kneeling before the owner of the voice.
Yujin stares. The queen is the embodiment of the white color. Everything on her body is white: her eyes, her long hair that nearly touches the floor, her pale skin that is akin to snow. Even her clothing is white! Looking between the queen and the princess, Yujin realizes that Yena bears a striking resemblance to her mother. They're almost identical, if not for the height.
“So,” the queen speaks, glancing at Yujin, “This is your… wife?”
Her voice is cold and distant, and it sobers Yujin up. She mimics the same movement Jaebeom did, though she hears a snicker from Yena. The queen scans Yujin up and down, as if evaluating her.
“Yes, my Queen, this is Yujin, my beloved,” Jaebeom answers, tugging the female close by the waist when she stands again.
“Lovely,” Queen Choi replies coolly. “I hope you'll enjoy the day today. There's lots of events you may want to check out, though I'm uncertain if it is to your wife's tastes."
Then, she hastily turns to the two siblings. “Come along, you two. We need to address the other guests." She exits the room, not sparing a second glance to the couple.
Yena has a sweet smile on her face when she turns to Jaebeom. “Don't leave until I get back," she says, "I'll see you later."
She trails behind the queen, but not before sending a glare at Yujin.
“You can watch us from the ballroom balcony,” Youngjae supplies kindly. “Our servant will tend to you if you need anything at all.”
---
Jaebeom and Yujin have been left alone on the ballroom balcony. The servant assigned to them was long dismissed by Jaebeom after setting up a table for them to dine. While the royal family stated that this event is to celebrate the arrival of autumn and the kinship between the different fae courts, Yujin finds that it is more geared towards showing off the strength of the Air court. They showcased a variety of talents and performances: dancing, singing, and martial arts. Being performers themselves, Youngjae and Yena put on a special performance themselves as the grand finale.
“How do you find it so far?” Jaebeom asks, leaning closer to Yujin. The cheers from the crowd are so loud that they need to talk over the noise.
“It’s fascinating,” Yujin answers honestly. “It’s my first anyway.”
The fae nods. “Yeah, you’ve been watching the stage intently from the beginning.”
“Oh?” Yujin lets out, darting her eyes to the male. Then she narrows her eyes. “Have you been watching me?”
The fae smiles wide, unabashed at being caught. He leans closer, slipping a hand beneath the skirt of her dress, onto her bare knee.
“Took you that long to notice?” Jaebeom asks in a low voice. Slowly, inch by inch, his hand trails up her thigh, on her bare skin. Yujin feels a tingle coursing through her veins. She tries to hold back a whimper.
“S-Shouldn’t you pay attention to the performance?” Yujin exhales shakily, wrapping a hand around his wrist, trying to halt his movements.
“Hmm, why should I?” The fae feigns ignorance.
“It’s your friends--”
“Oh? So you’d rather I pay attention to Youngjae and Yena instead?”
The way he emphasizes the word brings a bitter feeling in her chest.
“N-no…”
“Hmm, I don’t quite understand,” Jaebeom drops his voice even lower, barely a whisper, “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to watch the performance? Or do you not want me to watch the performance. Which is it?”
At this, Jaebeom slides his hand higher, up her inner thigh, close to the end. This time, Yujin can’t help the whimper that escapes her mouth. Embarrassed, she presses her palm to her mouth.
“J-Jaebeom, please--”
“Please what?” he murmurs at the shell of her ear.
“Please stop…”
Yujin can sense a smirk on the male’s face. “Stop?” he echoes, “You seem to like it though?”
“You c-can’t do this here--”
“Hmm, and what am I doing? I’m just holding you close, that’s all,” he whispers, an innocent smile on his lips.
At this point, Jaebeom is pressed against her, their shoulders, thighs and knees knocking. The warmth from his body is pure temptation. Yujin realizes that she’s powerless against him. She’s caught between drowning herself in the pool of heat and pushing him away. Still, there’s something so thrilling being intimate in the open. They could be easily caught if anyone were to look up.
Entranced, Yujin doesn’t even repulse when Jaebeom tips her chin up. She just lets him, losing all control. Their lips meet, and it’s electrifying. Tongues sliding over each other, moans swallowed.
They kiss fervently for a long time, only pulling away to catch their breath before diving in again. Yujin feels Jaebeom’s fingers traveling further north, and she’s sure he’s about to do something else, something more--
A commotion occurs at the main ballroom and they unceremoniously break apart. Yujin sees a shade of red on Jaebeom’s face, and she wonders if she looks the same. They hastily adjust their clothing, patting down any creases, pushing away any loose hair strands that have fallen over their faces.
The crowd below is slowly dispersing, indicating that the performances have come to an end. The stage is cleared, and a few moments later, the royal siblings approach the couple. Jaebeom rises to honor them, pulling them into a congratulatory hug.
“Beautiful performance, the both of you!” he praises, but Yujin blushes. It’s a clear lie -- they were busy doing something else instead, but the siblings definitely don't need to know that.
“Thank you for coming down to see us,” Youngjae says. “We really appreciate it.”
Jaebeom winds an arm around Yujin, squeezing her shoulder as he responds, “Yujin enjoyed it a lot. She found the performances truly amazing.”
She can only offer a smile through pursed lips.
“That aside,” Yena speaks, her face clearly annoyed, “We’d like to have a private audience with Jaebeom. We have important things to discuss.” 
“It shouldn’t take too long,” Youngjae adds with a polite smile.
“In the meantime, we have prepared a room for you to rest in.” Yena chimes in, “Otherwise, our servant can show you around if you like.”
Still, it’s not the same to be around the faes without Jaebeom. Yujin is reluctant to let him go.
“It’s alright,” Jaebeom assures her, noticing her discomfort. “Jinyoung should be around. You can find him if you don’t wish to be alone.”
Yujin hears a scoff from Yena and her mutter, “What a weakling.”
Something about it ticks her off, so Yujin tiptoes and presses her lips against Jaebeom’s. She has to show Yena that Jaebeom is hers, that Jaebeom cannot be taken away from her. When she pulls away, Jaebeom stares at her, surprised that Yujin would show such affection in front of an audience.
“Come back to me soon,” she whispers.
“You know I will,” he breathes, smiling. He proceeds to plant a kiss on the back of her hand. Then, he follows the Choi siblings into the hallway, and Yujin watches their retreating backs.
---
In the end, Yujin decided to wait for Jaebeom in the guest room that the royal family has prepared. She’d rather stay in a room than roam the palace alone. The guest room is definitely larger than her room in the mansion -- probably twice or thrice the size!
“Princess Yena has kindfully picked out this room for you,” the servant shared when they entered the room. “She suggests heading out to the balcony when the sun has set and the sky is dark.”
True enough, the view from the balcony is breathtaking. The room faces the mountain landscape and oversees the entire Air court. Despite the drifting clouds, the lights from each home of the Air faefolk shine through, creating a reflection of the night sky. The celebration has not ended, for Yujin can see a sea of crowds through the streets. She can hear the echoes of chatter and laughter. A sudden pang of loneliness hits her, and she wishes for Jaebeom’s company.
Yujin smiles to herself. What has Jaebeom done to her? She misses him even though they hadn’t spent a day apart. Perhaps love does change people.
“Hello, Yujin,” greets a voice, much to Yujin’s surprise. She whips her head around to see Jinyoung leaning against the wall closest to the balcony. “I did knock. You just didn’t hear it.”
“Right,” the female responds, turning back to the scenic view.
“Why, are you disappointed I’m not Jaebeom?” the fae teases. “Do you miss him that much already?”
“Shut up, Jinyoung,” she mutters, cheeks turning red at being caught. “Why are you here?”
He shrugs. “Jaebeom requested that I accompany you.” 
“Such a loyal brother. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, you know. I’m perfectly fine here.”
Jinyoung scoffs. “Perfectly fine, you say? You look like you’re moping around, waiting for your beloved to return! What’s that famous mortal play-- Oh! Romeo and Juliet!” The fae clears his throat and raises his hands up, his face crumpled to portray sadness. “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”
Yujin lets out an exasperated sigh, pressing her hands to her ears. She can still hear Jinyoung’s cackling though.
“Alright, alright,” the fae gives in, “I shall not disturb you any further. I’ll relay the message to Jaebeom that his beloved is yearning for his return.” He proceeds to exit the room, but not before calling out, “You’re welcome!”
Yujin only shakes her head in disapproval.
It doesn’t take long before the door creaks open again. Without looking over, Yujin huffs, “I thought you said you were gonna leave me alone?”
“Yes, I will, but I thought I should tell you this,” comes a reply from a voice much higher than Jinyoung’s. Yujin immediately turns around, her eyes blown wide at the presence of Yena in front of her. What the hell is she doing here?
The princess has her arms crossed over her chest. She’s changed out of her previous outfit, now dressed in a similar fashion as Queen Choi.
“Stay away from Jaebeom if you want to live,” the fae threatens.
Yujin mimics her posture, tipping her chin up. “And why should I do that?”
“Do you really think Jaebeom loves you?” Yena taunts. “I suppose he didn’t tell you, did he? About his grand plan.”
Yujin frowns. “What are you on about?”
A devilish grin appears on the Air fae’s lips. “Oh, what a pity! That's proof that he doesn’t love you. Yet you are so blinded by his sweet words and touches--”
“Cut the crap! Tell me what do you mean by that! What grand plan?” Yujin snaps.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” the princess simply says before moving away. But Yujin grabs her by the shoulder. The fae slaps her arm away, and shoves her aside.
“You dare touch me?” Yena growls.
“I don’t know what you’re plotting, but it won’t work. Jaebeom and I, we trust each other, we love each other! You can’t break our bond that easily!”
Yena barks a laugh. “He really reeled you in, huh? I won’t feed you with words, but you can find the truth at the fountain in the Garden.”
“The Garden?”
“Yes, that magical garden within the Im premise. That same Garden that has been calling out for you for so long.”
How does she know that? Yujin wonders.
“There’s a water fountain in the center,” the princess continues. “Put your head in the water and you’ll see the truth.”
Yujin narrows her eyes, highly skeptical. “What makes you think I’ll trust your words? Besides, I can’t enter it. I may be killed if I try.”
Yena looks at her amusingly. “He told you so many lies and you still think he loves you?” she retorts. “Yes, the Garden will strike against intruders or the like, but the Garden will never attack you. After all, you are its owner.”
Yujin frowns, even more confused. “What--”
“Heed my warning,” the Air fae interrupts, heading towards the door, “Stay away from Jaebeom if you want to live.”
---
Yujin’s mind has been going through Yena’s words over and over again. She mentioned something about a grand plan. What could that possibly be? Is it something related to Jaebeom’s revolution? But he’s striving for a cause, for equality! Why did Yena make it sound more sinister? And the Garden! What did she mean by Yujin being its owner? She was never involved in its construction.
Yujin is perched on the edge of the bed, her head buried into her hands, tugging at her hair. Just what is happening? A few hours ago, she was preoccupied with Jaebeom’s ministrations, overtly intimate with him. But now, Yena has messed up her mind, leaving her confused. Does she truly know Jaebeom? Or is Yena just instilling doubt in her heart? Is this part of the game Yena is playing? Or is this truly a whole deception?
Memories of the nightmares cross her mind. Words from her father ring in her head again. The faes are skilled in deluding people. But no, Yujin refuses to believe it. Everything that Jaebeom has done for her… How can it not be genuine?
The sound of a door slamming breaks Yujin from her dismay. It seems like it’s from a floor somewhere below her room.
"Jaebeom, please--”
That’s Yena’s voice.
She hears a sigh next. That must be Jaebeom.
Quietly, Yujin tiptoes back to the balcony. She keeps herself still, not moving a single muscle as she strains her ears.
“You know my feelings for you. You know that I'm in love with you! I’ve always loved you, and have always been!" Yujin hears Yena say. Are they arguing?
"Of course I know,” Jaebeom responds, “I would be blind if I don't notice your feelings for me.”
"Then why won't you take me as your love?" the other asks, sounding frustrated. "Why do you still have that mortal as your wife?"
"Yena, darling," the affectionate way Jaebeom calls the fae makes Yujin’s heart drop. She feels angry. Betrayed even. "I told you, didn’t I? Yujin could be the key to our mission."
Yujin’s blood runs cold. What?
"Yet you seem to care so much about her. You refuse to lay a finger on her even though all you need is her heart.”
Yujin swallows her saliva. He needs my heart...? She musters some courage to peer over the balcony. Jaebeom has taken Yena’s hands in his, fingers loosely interlocking. Yujin suddenly feels out of place, as if she’s intruding into something intimate. The side of their faces are illuminated by the light from inside the room. Still, there is no mistaking that fond look in Jaebeom’s eyes. It’s the same gaze he’s looked at her too.
"It's not that easy, Yena," comes Jaebeom’s response. “I need her trust. I need her to fall for me so that she can do whatever I tell her to. All of these take time, you know that.”
"And when that's done, will you then come to me?" Yena drawls, almost purring, stepping closer to the male.
"Definitely," Jaebeom mutters, tucking a hair strand behind Yena’s ear.
Yujin feels sick to the stomach. Her knees buckle, and she drops to the floor. She clasps her hands over her mouth, trying to muffle her sobs.
Is everything a lie from the very beginning? Is she nothing but a deal to Jaebeom? A tool for him to use? What about those sweet memories that they’ve created together? Does that mean nothing at all to Jaebeom?
If Jaebeom needs her heart, she'll never live to see another day. Is that what Yena warned her about?
Yujin wipes her tears away. Yena mentioned that the Garden will show her the truth. She will have to access it, no matter what it takes. She doesn’t know what to believe in. She can only hope that the Garden will be the truth that she seeks.
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mysewingadventures · 4 years
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What did my ancestors actually wear?
I’ve been into historical fashion for a while now and have also been doing a lot of genealogy research about my own family. So while doing research for my costumes, I see all those beautiful gowns and dresses and can’t help but picture my own ancestors wearing them. But now I know better than that and no - they didn’t actually wear the typical western fashion trends of the past centuries.
While the only info I got about my family was from my Silesian grandma and can’t be sure to speak for everyone of my ancestors reaching back until the 1710s (which is how far my research has got me), but apparently, my grandma’s grandma, my great-great-grandma, only wore traditional Silesian costumes, and they were nothing like what I’ve learned from Fashion History.
This is a very new deep-dive for me, I’ve never ventured my way into more traditional folk costumes and there doesn’t seem to be a lot of info about them historically, but I’ve found some things I’d like to share anyways because while learning and knowing about stereotypical garments of a certain time is great, I find it highly interesting to know about my own culture as well.
The majority of my Polish family was from the Częstochowa/Opole area, and I’ve learned that traditional costumes varied even from one town to another, but I’ve found this beautiful postcard drawn by Maria Orłowska-Garbyś showing the Bytom Costume, which looks very similar to the "standard" or most widely spread Silesian costume, the Rozbark Costume.
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I’ve found this same picture being labeled as Bytom and Rozbark so I’m gonna go ahead and guess that they were in fact the same costume or very similar, which makes sense as both cities lie very close to each other. So for the purpose of writing this, I’m going to be using them interchangeably (I’m not 100% sure if they’re the same thing though, so take what I’m saying with a grain of salt.)
The Silesian folk costume consisted of:
The undergarments:
A linen band with hooks in the front was worn on the bust in order to flatten it. I have no idea what this band might’ve looked like as I’ve searched the internet and found no pictures at all but I’m assuming maybe it’s about the size of regency stays? It’s described as belt/band though so I really have no clue.
Next up, a sort of sleeveless linen or silk shift was worn on top of that called lajbik (once again, unfortunately no pictures anywhere). To that, they sometimes sewed (or just wore on top) a bumpad to widen the hips and make the waist look smaller -
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This one’s a classic, we know that one. It appears all the time when studying Historical Fashion that I almost feel like I don’t have to explain it.
Anyways, they would also sometimes sew the skirt to the shift or garter belts.
Let’s talk about the shirt, which would usually be a white blouse with puff sleeves and lace trims and would also have a big lace collar.
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The skirt would be ankle length, big and pleated, light colors being used for younger women and darker colors for older women. The pockets were hidden within the pleats on either side and in the front, there would be a slit which was hidden by the apron worn on top of the skirt.
The apron now - the most colorful piece from this garment. It would cover the whole entire front of the skirt and being also pleated at the waist it was made in a very similar way. The typical floral pattern was not always printed silk but oftentimes it was painted on by hand, which is so fascinating to me. I knew this was a practice back in the days but to think that they actually sat down and painted every single flower on their apron is really really cool. This apron was worn over the final piece, a corset-like vest in usually either red, navy or black (and I guess green?), depending on the person’s age and what town they were from. I’ve found a Bytom version in blue and a Rozbark version in green so that might be the only difference between the two, I’m still trying to understand. The neckline and straps were made of a thick, decorative tape. Overall, this vest was a very decorative piece and wasn’t always worn, but then again, this list I wrote down features only one way of "styling" the outfit as there were many more alternatives and ways of wearing it, but I thought I’d devote my research to the most known version.
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All of this then came together with a big flower crown and a huge ribbon in the back, as well as a (usually) red bead necklace.
Here you can see the Bytom version on the left and the Rozbark version on the right with all of its pieces labeled in Polish.
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I’ve tried my best to translate some of the info from the Polish wikipedia site (the article is "Strój rozbarski", for some reason it’s not letting me add the link), so if you wanna know more about it (and know Polish) you can read that, it’s a much more detailed description!
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The last picture is also a postcard by Maria Orłowska-Garbyś showing the Opole version of this costume. It looks slightly different with the cap instead of flowers and the sleeves are longer, that’s why I’m mentioning it! And the black and white photo, that’s more likely what people looked like on a daily basis, I’m assuming the more decorative pieces were added for special occasions.
On an unrelated side note, I’ve unfortunately had to stop the work on my stays for a while due to some issues but I’m hoping to be able to get back to it soon! (They’re almost done I wanna get them done asap). That’s also why I haven’t posted in so long, I’m sorry!
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aliceaddellheidde · 3 years
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Fatum
A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 22 – Recognition.
WORDS: 2403 (without translation)
WARNINGS: swearing, sex innuendos, death, fighting
PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}
DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.
Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.
This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.
This is multi-chapter story. 13/19
Today would be my grandpa´s birthday. I hope he's celebrating wherever he is.
Gif from here
Divider by @rainbowkisses31
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„All right, gather up.” said Steve when you walked into conference room at 3 a.m.. You sat down next to Bucky and opened green binder in front of you. „Your next mission is in Florence, Italy.” „Yes!” you screamed happily. Men in room looked at you like you were a bad kid. „What? I never been in Italy.” Steve sighted and shook his head with smirk. „Back to mission. In Florence will be big ball for all wealthy people from around the world. We got echo that Hydra´s clients will be there too. You have to infiltrate in and get more info. Names, pictures, audio. For that, you will have those special contact lenses. As we know, they want to, or already started, with experiments on humans. Tony and Bruce made tests and analysis. It´s a gas that makes people obedient and comply every order they get. Tony made you new masks. It can look like nose piercing or birthmark. You put it on your face or behind your ear. When you touch it, it will transform into full head mask.” Just now you realised Steve had small silver gem on right side of his nose. He tapped it lightly and in mere seconds he was hidden behind similar mask like Iron mans´. „Cool.” Bucky was amazed. „It´s also bullet proofed. Same as your new suits.” Steve's face appeared again. „We don’t want to risk anything.”
Then wall opened and there were two mannequins on small stage dressed as woman and man. „These are your costumes.” Steve looked at you both. „You will go as spokeswoman for some rich billionaire. Buck will be your translator.” „You speak Italian?” you asked him. „Yes. There are many things you don’t know about me yet, doll.” he smiled at you and you blushed. He still couldn’t touch you, but since that incident at the gym he changed. He did small pranks on you and you to him but it was harmless. He wasn't as annoying as before. There was more teasing and fun between you two. Even your friends saw changes in your behaviour and were mocking you about it. You both said nothing to that. Steve cleared his throat. „Ok, back to work. Y/N, you're going to wear corset underneath your dress. It transforms into your suit once activated. There are more missiles and bullets. Bucky, you gonna have watch for it. Tap twice and you have your suit. Don’t forget to tighten up you tailcoat by pulling string inside of it. That's for your clothes. Now weapons.”
Steve picked up a bracelet with oval-cut blue gemstones. „Those are small grenades. You throw it and it explode in five seconds. Earrings are as trackers.” He put little oval gem on himself and it camouflaged at his shirt and become invisible. „It can change colours?” you asked. „Yes. For now it´s blue to match your dress. Bucky has grenades as cufflinks and trackers in waistcoat buttons. Bow-tie can be used as handcuffs.” And me? I don’t have them?” „You have! There is this reverse necklace. You put it around someone's wrists and if they wanna get out of it, it gets tighter.” „Great. And what I´ll do with dress?” „Rip it off.” „What?! It´s for sure expensive!” „I'm sorry. Tony couldn’t make ones that turns into trousers and your suit will be on them. It´s only solution.” You sighed. „Ok. But it´s not fair. Bucky will be dressed underneath his suit and I´ll be naked!” „There are clothes hidden in your car. So you can change. I´m sorry Y/N.” „Yeah, yeah. I´ll have talk about woman clothing with Tony after mission.” Both men laughed. „If mission goes south, your car will be ready to take you to safe house and we will pick when it will be safe. Clint and Natasha goes as your backup. Any more questions?” You and Bucky shook your heads. „Great. You are leaving in an hour. Everything you have in those binders F.R.I.D.A.Y. has too. If you will forget something. See you later.” He left and mannequins disappeared behind the wall. You sat in silence while you were studying and memorizing informations from papers in front of you. Bucky stood up at same time as you. „I'm gonna pack my things doll. Catch you in quinjet.” You nodded and walked to your room, quickly putting some necessities in bag.
You were ready to step inside Quinjet when Steve came to you. „Y/N! Wait.” „What is it?” „We got new info. There should be one of Hydra´s main men. We need to capture him. Are you ok to do it?” „Like seduce him and then knock him off?” Steve blushed. „Yeah.” „I´ll see what I can do.” He nodded and let go of your hand.
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„Y/N, you have to see that! Come here!” screamed Bucky when you walked inside the Quinjet. You went down the stairs and found him staring at white car. „It´s Rolls-Royce ghost! Can you believe it?” He was happy like small child. „It´s just a car Borky.” You rolled your eyes and went back to main floor. „I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we will be over France, thanks.” You said to Natasha. You were happy Tony listened to his friends and put beds into one part of jet for long flights. Bucky walked in minutes later, but you were already sleeping and he could watch you as he was falling asleep too.
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„Ok, your make-up and hair is perfect.” Natasha was satisfied with her work. „Thank you. How long is it?” „Around ten minutes.” You quickly put your attire on and went to the car.
Bucky was there, waiting for you. „Ready Miss Holland?” he asked. „Yes Mr. Tom Walton.” „Great. I have to say our fake IDs look amazing.” „I agree. You remember our story?” „Yes.” He looked at his watch. „Five minutes. You look stunning by the way.” „Thank you. You are not bad yourself.” You smirked at each other.
Back door of jet opened and car moved forward and touched road with no problem. „Good luck you two.” you heard Clint´s voice in your comm. „You hear how quiet this beast is? It´s amazing.” Bucky started talking about the car, but all you could say was that it was white inside and outside and it had stars on the inside´s roof.
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After thirty minutes ride and Bucky´s talking you stopped in front of huge building. He quickly walked around the car and opened the door for you. „Thank you Tom. I´ll wait inside.” He nodded and went to park the car. You walked into ivory-gold hallway. Two huge men stood next to glass door and glared at you. You smiled at them lightly and almost jumped when someone touched your arm. „It´s only me doll.” Bucky whispered into your ear. „Thanks God.” Together you walked up to guards, showed them invitations and they let you in. „Now lets mix in and find those douchebags.”
You followed some couple into ball room. There was so many people already. „I need a drink” you said to Bucky. You ordered Manhattan and Bucky had Martini. „You shouldn’t drink when you drive.” „First of all doll, I can´t get drunk. Second of all, our car has auto-drive.” „I forgot about F.R.I.D.A.Y.. You can´t be drunk?” „Nope.” he laughed at your face. „Lucky you.” He wanted to tell you something, but was interrupted.
„Mi scusi signorina. Posso avere questo ballo?” {Excuse me Miss. Can I have this dance?} asked handsome young man. You looked at Bucky. „He wants to dance with you.” You nodded and man softly took your hand and kissed its back. „My name is Fabio.” he said with thick accent. „Vivienne.” You gave your drink and bag to Bucky and nervously walked to dance floor. You were in this house five minutes and you were already dancing. Fabio started small talk and you played along. Every time you looked at Bucky, he was staring right at you. He looked angry or maybe jealous? But you couldn’t forget at your work. After three dances you had to have a break and also look for Hydra´s scams.
„I found five agents on second floor. Nobody interesting. I guess big fishes will come later.” said Bucky to you when you sat down to bar. „Having fun with your new friend?” „Nah. He's kinda funny, but his cologne is killing my nose.” He laughed and finished his drink.
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You ended up dancing with three other men before you saw group of man with proud faces walk in. They had women next to them and you swore they were dressed too risky. One in white dress, next one with whole leg revealed and last one had some see-through parts. Lady-less men were probably bodyguards. You looked at Bucky. He was looking at women with wide eyes. Suddenly you felt too boring in your navy blue, backless dress with high thigh slit. „I need another drink.” you told him, but you weren't sure he heard you. He was too busy drooling over those women. Fabio found you at the bar and asked for more dances. And you accepted.
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While ordering a third drink some man walked up to you. „Ciao tesoro. Sei solo qui?” {Hi honey. Are you alone here?} he asked. „I'm sorry, but I don’t speak Italian.” You looked at him and were shocked when you realised he's your target tonight. „It´s ok Love. I asked if you are here alone.” You smiled at him sweetly. „Yes. No man in my life. Except for my driver.” you laughed and he chuckled. „Dance?” „Of course!”
You felt uncomfortable with his hand on your ass, but you were hiding it perfectly. He told you straight away he's working for world organization and they will make world better. You told him your fake story about your boss and his desire to help them with weapons. „Beautiful, young woman and she knows her guns.” „Oh, believe me. I know how to use my other guns as well.” you flirted and pressed your breasts into his chest. He looked down on them and back to you. „Can´t wait to find out.” He pushed you more to him and his hand slipped underneath your dress on your naked arse. „So firm. I bet it will bounce so beautifully as I imagine.” You almost threw up. „How about small appetizer before main course?” he asked slyly and squeezed your hip. „Can we dance little bit more? I love holding on your muscles.” „Baby, they are even better without that tailcoat.” he whispered into your ear. „Hmmm, but you can be a gentleman and wait, right?” You batted your eyes at him and smirked when you felt his bulge against your thigh. „Merda.” {Shit} You laughed, turned your back to him and pressed your ass to his crotch. His hand was on your hip, the other one was ghosting around your breast.
You survived another dance and then he was dragging you upstairs. „Where are we going?” „I can´t wait any more.” „Can we eat now? I´m bit hungry.” „No.” he growled. „You had your chance pretty face. Now it´s time for real fun.” He harshly took your face into hand and kissed you. „Those lips will be amazing around my cock.” He pressed you into wall but you pushed him back. His face turned angry. „I don’t wanna be seen by others and ruin this painting. What is it?” „Number 5 by Jackson Pollock.” You repeated it aloud. „I bet it´s expensive. But we have something better, right? Lead the way.” He roughly took your hand and walked you into big room. His bodyguards behind you. „I thought it will be only us.” You innocently touched his tailcoat´s lapel. His hand circled around your neck and he threw you on chaise. „You really thought I´ll not share slut like you.” He smiled wickedly and undid his belt. His bodyguards as well.
„Get ready doll.” you heard Bucky´s voice in your comm. Seconds later he kicked out the door. Bodyguards turned to him and he smacked them with his left arm. Man next to you took out a gun and aimed it on you. „What are you?” „Avengers, mother fucker.” You changed into your suit and jerked gun of idiot´s hand before he knew what's going on. „General Jacopo Abruzzo, you're under arrest.” „Not so quick.” He pushed some button from his pocket and you heard people screaming downstairs. „Shit! What did you do?” „What was our plan. You all will listen to Hydra now!” You angrily knocked him out and searched his clothes. Bucky was warning Natasha and Clint. To your surprise they already had ten Hydra agents. „He´s clean.” „We have to take him. Get down!” Bucky screamed when more men came upstairs in masks. „Nat, we have to get people out of here! They can´t breath that gas.” „Working on it.” There was big explosion and building shook. „Done.” She said proudly. „We have it under control here. Police coming. You two get out of here!” „Ok.” Bucky was fighting last man and you shot him. „Thanks Doll.” There were more coming from foyer. „I´ll take him. Cover me.” With that he jumped out of the window with General over his shoulder. You shot one more man and jumped out too. „F.R.I.D.A.Y. car!” you screamed. „Ready Miss Y/N.”
You had time to put handcuffs on General before Hydra´s agents were shooting at you. You quickly put him on back seat and Bucky started the car. „Safe house F.R.I.D.A.Y. and get them off from us.” „Yes Sergeant Barnes.”
There were cars exploding and some city property damaged, but you managed to escape and come to safe house. Bucky took General inside, you took your bags and F.R.I.D.A.Y. turned car invisible. There was small cellar under the house where you tied Jacopo to a chair only in his underwear, blindfolded and mute.
Tired, you didn't even realised you still have your dress and suit on. You walked into single bedroom and found Bucky standing in the middle of it. „There is only one bed.” he said plainly. „I'm taking left side.” you said fast and hurried into bathroom before he could see your red face. What you didn't know was that Bucky had same problem and his suit was too tight for him now when he realized he´ll sleep with you in same bed.
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justawordwright · 4 years
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hm, think I’m happy with the roughs for viking!Lyf’s outfits. Even if it needed three versions! A lot of fun given he’s New Midguardian, and I don’t have to worry about pesky details like not mixing and matching items which are either very geographic or temporally specific.  There’s some explanations of what everything is in the image description under the cut (its gonna be long...)
Now the tricky bits of drawing heads/hands/feet! And colouring!
Image ID: Three line art costume designs for a viking inspired Lyfrassir Edda.
First: Figure wearing a Kieven Rus inspired kaftan. This is a collared thigh length coat with toggle closure and appliqued, geometric patterned byzantine silk over the torso in a large rectangle, and a circle on the outer shoulders. The same silk is on the standing ‘grandfather’ collar, and there is a band around each cuff. Over the kaftan is an eastern style Viking belt, wrapped twice around the torso and covered in square brass plates with a stamped design, The belt end hangs loose, with a rectangular strap end. His trousers are mid-calf length and flare out, like bell bottoms. Underneath, his legs are bare. As a hat, he has a version of the Dublin cap. This is a coif-like hat, with a pointed top corner, the ear flaps are folded back, making it look like a traditional Dutch bonnet.
Second: Figure wearing a Viborg shirt and Viking baggy trousers. The Viborg shirt is a formfitting t-tunic with split sides that overlap at the front. It has a decorative stitching pattern across the front, a pair of lines along the shoulder/hip diagonals with a central square. It has a square neck hole and offset neck slit. The trousers are baggy, and gathered at the knee to form a harem pant like silhouette. On the lower legs are leg wraps or puttees. The belt is plain, with a figure of eight shaped strap end. The hat is conical and has a conical fitting at the point.
Third: Figure in wrap-coat and cloak. The wrap coat comes to mid thigh and is similar in style to a short dressing gown. It is edged in fur, and pinned at the bottom corner with a long pin with a disc head. There is a plain belt over the coat with a pointed strap end. The cloak is fringed along its bottom edge, and is pinned at the left shoulder with a Hiberno-Norse thistle broach. This is a penannular broach with a long pin which attaches to the ring with a large sphere shaped like a thistle head. The trousers are loose but not baggy, and are covered by leg wraps below the knee. He has an Aalsom hat, which is a cylindrical hat which extends down lower over the back of the head.
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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years
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Lullaby
Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- 2 more chapters to go.) Chapter Summary- Y/n and Daniel’s wedding draws closer. After her engagement party, Y/n pays Keanu a surprise visit. 
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2 Months Later It was funny, Y/n thought; how fast things could change, how much faster they could go back to being the same. Maybe she’d taken them for granted, maybe she should have appreciated it more. But it didn’t matter, soon, it would all just be a memory anyway. 
In a month and a half. Six weeks exactly 
By the rate things were moving at, that would be gone before she could blink and by then, Y/n would be a married woman. Mrs. Warren-Wang. It wasn’t the name she’d have chosen for herself, but then again, she hadn’t really chosen much when it came to what being married to Daniel would constitute. Her mother and Alice though, they’d had a field day making the arrangements. They’d chosen everything; from the big things like the perfect venue and the cake to little things like party favors and color schemes. They were so excited, and sometimes, Y/n wished that she was excited too, but really, she dreaded it. She was dreading her own wedding day.
When a large hand stationed itself at her back, pecking the side of her head, Y/n tried to blink away the weighty thoughts that seemed to sink her. Returning to the moment, Y/n drank in her surroundings as if it were the first time, even though she'd been there all night. They’d done a wonderful job, the decorators that her parents had hired; turning the grand ballroom at Delice into an indoor fairy tail; an artificial tree sprouted from the center of the room, its plastic branches stretching all around against the high ceiling, with twinkling fairy lights woven into the perpetually green leaves to combat the intentionally dimmed setting. In mason jars, centerpieces with light colored flowers and lone candles sat at the middle of round tables, scattered strategically about the room, on top of pristine white table cloths. It might have been the perfect engagement party, if Y/n actually wanted to be engaged. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
Chuckling quietly, Y/n couldn’t help but blush. At least he was a sweetheart, it could be worse. “You have, but I don’t mind hearing it again,” turning in his embrace, Y/n looked at Daniel through her thick lashes. He was her future, whether she loved him or not. She was learning to though, maybe. They’d only recently moved in together, in a place his parents had gifted them, just one street over from where Y/n grew up and she was beginning to find that he wasn’t terrible to share a home with; he respected her opinions and never made a decision without running it by her. 
“Well,” he grinned, “You look absolutely stunning,” leaning down, Daniel caught her lips in a sweet kiss, and on instinct, Y/n reciprocated, flattening her palm of the lapel of his black suit coat, “I love you,” he murmured when they pulled apart. 
Y/n wasn’t sure if she would ever get used to saying those words to him, but for the sake of making things easier, she hoped she could. “I love you too,” it felt foreign, saying it to Daniel, and every time she did, Y/n a painful pang in her chest followed by the unshakable feeling that she was betraying Keanu, the man she really loved. 
He had taken her engagement in stride, though Y/n could see that even if he didn’t tell her, it bothered him. They’d stopped going out, to avoid being seen in public and really, the only place they ever met up was at his house, after days of planning in advance. Keanu had, unfortunately, become her dirty secret. 
“Your parents want us to say a few words before everyone starts leaving,” no wonder they liked him so much, he was always willing to do whatever they asked. “Shall we?”
Y/n nodded slightly, letting Daniel lead her to the head table, up at the front of the room. Unlike the rest, their table was long and rectangular, similar floral pieces dominating the center of the furniture, occasionally punctuated by picturesque platters of sugary delights; macaroons that obeyed the theme and little round cakes with swirls of champagne flavored frosting on top. Behind their table on the raised portion of the large room, hung white and pink drapes, flowing effortlessly with floral garlands holding it in place at the top. 
Taking their places, Y/n stood next to Daniel, looking at the perfect picture of a doting fiancee, graciously accepting a glass of champagne as someone else handed him a microphone. When he pulled out a chair for her, Y/n smoothed the back of her ankle length, rose gold dress, the thick glittering bands running vertically along the garment rough beneath her fingers. Like everything else, the dress was her mother’s choice; long, stylish, billowy sleeves and a generous ‘v’ neck with a slit that exposed most of her legs when she sat, and finally a gold belt at her waist. Y/n was sure that her mother would be choosing her wedding dress too.
Maybe she should be the one getting married.
When Daniel reached for her left hand, Y/n let him take it, trying to smile lightly as he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentleman,” he glanced around; all eyes were on him before long. He was like that, Y/n had found, able to command a room easily; charismatic, charming and strikingly handsome, women wanted him and men wanted to be like him. “It has been a great pleasure to be able to celebrate our engagement with you, and Y/n and I are both so grateful that we’ve gotten to share this time. But I’d like to keep you for just a minute more, so I can propose a toast to my lovely fiancee,” just after bending to kiss the back of her hand, he let to go to raise his glass, “Y/n,” he looked to her, “You are incredibly beautiful, inspiringly intelligent and everyday spent with you has been adventure, which is why I can not wait to make you my wife; so we we can spend the rest of our lives together, going new adventures, building new experiences and loving each other. To my love; Y/n.”
Just as he sat Daniel kissed her quickly and the guests cooed  quietly and when they broke, Y/n could feel all eyes on her, expecting her adoration for her groom-to-be next. What was she supposed to say anyway? As she stood, Y/n inhaled sharply, her heart thumping erratically when nothing fruitful would come. That was when the idea came to her; just say to him what she would to Keanu; should be easy right?
Right.
“Daniel,” with no time to waste, Y/n dove right in, trying to make the whole thing more realistic, “I don’t think that I could have gotten luckier; you chose me, and for that I will always be honored. I never thought that it was possible for me to love a man the way I love you, but still everyday,” it was much harder than she initially thought it would be; singing praises of love and adoration to a man she barely felt for. As she continued, with Keanu in her head, wishing that it was him there instead, Y/n’s eyes stung and her throat burnt, the emotion too heavy to be quelled. Maybe they’d think it was happy tears. Maybe she’d break down right there and prove them wrong. “Everyday, my love for you grows. You are better, so much better, so much more, than anything I could ever have dreamed to have in a husband.” Y/n’s tongue longed to say Keanu’s name, but she held it, even as the tears now flowed freely and she sniffled noisily, “Daniel,” Y/n breathed deeply, “Thank you for being everything a girl could want, and if I love you the way I do now, I can’t wait to see how much I’ll love you tomorrow, and everyday after that.”
An attendant took the mic and as Y/n sat again, their guests cheered. “See,” Heather leaned in, close to Y/n’s ear, “That wasn’t so hard now wasn’t it?” Swallowing thickly as warm tears tangled in her lashes, blurring her sight, Y/n kept her head trained forward, barely able to nod at her mother’s venomous words. 
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The pictures had already started to make its rounds on the internet and Keanu needed a glass of whiskey just to look at them. Y/n, his Y/n, in the arms of another, who surely couldn’t love her the way he did. Maybe it was selfish, maybe it was wrong, but Keanu just wished that she could leave Daniel and be with him; forgo her responsibilities and they could be together, without having to hide. It should have been him after all; he should be the one at her side in those pictures, who she was going to marry. But Keanu couldn’t ask Y/n to do that, he could never hurt her by requesting that she leave everything she knew just for him. 
If only love could be enough.
He hadn’t realized that his eyes had grown tear filled until a knocking at the door had him hastily swiping at them as he stood. Tossing his phone to the sofa, Keanu padded barefoot towards the door, gasping quietly at the sight on the other side of it.
“Hi,” she sobbed, one word enough to tell him how broken she felt, her lips quivering and tears falling freely. A cab was just pulling off the curb, signaling that more than likely, no one knew where she was, at least for now. “I hate this,” Y/n’s voice broke and she ran her hands anxiously through her freed hair. Still dressed for the engagement party, though with slightly smudged make-up, red eyes and stained cheeks. Still Keanu thought that, without fail, Y/n was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever been lucky enough to lay eyes on, “I hate this so much.”
“It's okay,” he gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his own tears as he pulled Y/n against his chest, kissing her hair as he rubbed her back soothingly, “It’s gonna be okay sweetheart.”
“No, it's not,” she blubbered, hugging him back and burying her face into his old t-shirt, finding comfort in his smell and the way his heartbeat felt against her cheek, “I….I just…” Nothing would come, what could she say that he didn’t already know? 
Keanu thought if his soul could be shredded to pieces, then that was what it would feel like. His heart was in his throat and all he wanted, right then and there, was to make everything better for Y/n; to dry her tears and ensure that no ill fate ever befell her. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor and the person she could rest her head next to at night. But he couldn’t be that, he might never be that. Feeling completely helpless to her plight, Keanu led them inside, stopping short in the hallway, “I’m so sorry,” a lone tear escaped his whiskey orb, so much more still kept painfully at bay. Keanu felt like he’d failed her somehow; Y/n had meant more to him than most and he couldn’t protect her from what she’d been running from.
Y/n didn’t pull away, but her tears slowed, the security that he offered enough to make her feel better, even for a bit, “It’s not your fault,” her reassurance was meek, but he knew that it wasn’t how she meant it.
“What can I do?” Keanu pulled her away for a minute, surveying her disheveled form, brushing some hair from her face, only to gently cup her cheek.
Y/n’s fingers slid from his forearms, gliding over his broad shoulders as they made their way to cup his neck, “Make me forget,” her whispered words drew him in as Y/n stepped closer, “Just for a little bit, I want to forget. I just want it to be us, please.” Arching upwards, Y/n initiated their kiss, her lips soft and tasting of champagne and something tart, like lemon. 
Keanu easily took the control she offered him, letting her bloom against him as she responded to his touch; nothing too much just yet, merely steadying hands on her hips. Tilting her head, Y/n slowly rounded her arms around his neck, standing on the toes of her strappy gold heels as she melted into his broad chest. Her tears went dry and no more came as they continued, his tongue gently passing over hers, one of his hands slowly descending to her lower back. “Are you sure?” He broke their kiss momentarily. Y/n had initiated it, but she was in a less than favorable metal state and Keanu didn’t want to take advantage of her.  
“Yeah, please,” she whimpered, trying to close the space between them again. 
“Okay,” Keanu breathed, catching Y/n’s swollen lips once again, that time in a slower, more sensual kiss. He poured his breath, his love and maybe even part of his soul into her, already establishing that the night would go by slowly. The world would humor them; stop its chaotic spin for a bit and they’d be privileged with a handful of sacred moments, so they could indulge each other in what was not meant to be. 
That night, as Keanu hoisted Y/n up into his arms, the lengthy cut in her dress allowing for her legs to easily tangle around his waist, he thought that Y/n didn’t deserve anything less than being appreciated and attended to, slowly and completely. She deserved his all, and Keanu was going to give it to her.
Upstairs, in his bedroom, where pale yellowish light from the harvest washed the hardwood in a somber pool at their feet, his steady palms guided Y/n so her back would be to him and after a lingered moment, he swept her tresses away from the back of her neck, pressing a warm, chaste, whiskey flavored kiss there, breathing her intoxicating scent as his stocky fingers led the discreet zipper of her dress down her spine.
The shimmery fabric settled around her feet, and her strapless bra followed by her lacy panties were next. Naked with the exception of her heeled sandals, Keanu urged Y/n to sit on his made bed, immediately getting on his knees after he made short work of stripping himself, taking a gentle hold of one ankle. A calloused, yet calmingly familiar touch rose goosebumps on Y/n’s skin as Keanu slowly worked on her shoes, dumping it to the side afterwards. 
It was a daunting task, but as his lips sought upwards, from the inner side of her leg, Y/n and Keanu maintained eye contact in the near darkness. Arguably, they were past the point of needing light to maintain their connection, it was always there, it would always be; Keanu was sure that he could find Y/n, even if the world had been plunged into pitch darkness. His open-mouthed, leisurely endearments sent shivers up her spine and electrified her nerves. 
Keanu’s touch, the way his body knew Y/n’s was incomparable; he was permanently in tune with what she needed, always eager to put her needs first. In turn, her breaths were shallow and audible, each hitch easily made out in the near silence and her gasps giving him life. 
With one hand supporting his weight, Keanu occupied the other by letting it roam appreciatively up her body. His longing erection brushed her silky heat when he finally ducked to reach her neck, the scent of her perfume still clung to her skin, drawing him in, the ends of his overgrown mane tickling her cheek. 
"Keanu," Y/n mewled, her warm breath gently blowing her hair, her hands sliding up his bare back, his skin surprisingly cool beneath her tender touch.
"What do you want, baby?" He worked his way down again, his lips circling her breast, his tongue swirling around her hardened nipple, eliciting a needy moan from her ajar lips. With his free hand, Keanu favored her other boob, his gropes gently and slow. 
The ball of Y/n's heels skimmed the back of his calves before tangling with his thighs, urging his hips towards hers, “You,” she breathed sharply, “All I want is you.”
All she ever wanted was Keanu.
If after the worst of the worst, he was all that was left, her world would still be complete. 
Complying after a minute, Keanu eased into her inch by inch, raising himself slightly off Y/n so he could admire the way her jaw hung slack. Finally nestled deep inside the tightness of her drenched heat, Keanu let a throaty groan leave his lips, low and appreciative. Y/n always fit so well with him; like two puzzle pieces that only made sense if they were put together.  
After a prolonged moment of just absorbing the feeling of Y/n enveloping him, Keanu, at an unhurried pace, started rolling his hips, his pace easy for her to keep up with. Clinging to him, with her arms reaching around for his shoulders, Y/n’s erratic breathing matched his and occasionally, her hips would buck to meet his. Their shadows danced on the dimmed walls, and they were so intertwined, it was hard to tell their bodies apart.
Progressively, the heat around them built, swirling with the heavy cloud of emotion, bringing with it, a light sheen to their skin. Time seemed to pass in slow motion, and something about those cherished moments felt vastly different from the ordinary; as if there was more depth to the act, like that much love had never been shared between them. Neither of Y/n nor Keanu wanted it to end, though, eventually, Y/n was gasping raggedly as she came around him, her clenching walls milking his member. Keanu wasn’t too far off, spilling his hot seed deep inside her, his rigid thrusts punctuated by low grunts and their tangled praises.  
Untangling was slow and graciously incomplete; Keanu rolled over to his side, one of Y/n’s legs still hooked over his waist. The natural light wasn’t enough to define their features, but still, Y/n thought that she could see Keanu clearly as she cupped the side of his face, the warm center of her palm over his ear; some of his hair laced with her her fingers while the pad of her thumb skimmed the laugh lines near his eyes; the evidence of a live well lived. Their noses barely touched and any closer might constitute their lashes tangling. 
“I don’t ever want to be without you,” her whispered admission accompanied glassy eyes and the knowledge that her desires may never be more than fiction.
Still, Keanu was clung to hope that they’d been in the best of graces and things could look up. Or maybe he just didn’t want to see her hurt again. “You will never be without me,” he reassured, bringing her face towards his, so he could seal his promise with a kiss. Keanu hated knowing that his assurances might one day be revealed to be empty, they couldn’t go on like that forever, but a voice in his head, so soft it was almost silent, seemed persistent in the belief that somehow, he would in fact, maintain a part of her life. 
Maybe it was right and they just didn’t know it; maybe he’d always be with her.
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Hi! I love your writing so much!! I’ve recently got in Naruto and have almost binged the whole thing! And I just such a s l u t for Kakashi and Itichi. So I was wondering if you would be able to write something with both of them where originally you were with one of them but you guys break up and then you end up with the other one. Using 🐶 and 🐱 for it!! I completely understand if you don’t want to, just thought I would ask! Thank you!! 💗💗
HECK. I loved writing this one so much, it’s such a perfect set up, thanks for the request anon!
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“Is it really me you miss Itachi? Or am I just the only one who picks up the phone when you call?” Her voice is still clouded by the mask of sleep. It was, after all, two in the morning.
“Babygirl, I’ve been thinking about what I said to you last night and I hate myself for it. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my anger.” The heartbreak in his voice brings [Y/N] our of her slumbered haze and immediately worried for her boyfriend on the other line.
“You really hurt my feelings Itachi, and not just in a little way.” She mumbled as she stood up with the phone. She paced around as they talk, her mind wondered where he was, if he was okay.
“Do you want to come over?” She pondered and within a moment a knock struck her front door. She chuckled, he was always close by when they fought. Especially when it was his fault.
The door swung open and she found herself starring at her boyfriend’s looming figure in the doorway. He doesn’t say a word, just picks her up and shuts the door behind him.
She could feel his apology in the way his lips danced down her neck, biting gently on her exposed skin just above the neckline of her shirt. In one fluid movement he has her shirt off and her wrists pinned to bed.
“I’m so sorry for today babygirl.” He mumbles into the skin of her breasts as he litters them with the only bruises that come from love.
“Itachi, I can forgive you-“ She reaches down and pulls him up to her face gently by his hair “-but that doesn’t excuse the way you spoke to me today in front of Kakashi.”
Itachi sighs and lays next to her, starring at the ceiling as if it had the answers.
“I just, when I saw you with him my entire world went red. He’s always had feelings for you, and he makes them so...so obvious!” The disgust in his voice causes [Y/N] to grow weary, she didn’t want him to go off into his anger for a second time today.
“Well, I suppose it was a similar feeling to how I feel whenever I see you with Emika.” [Y/N] rolls over and looks to the clock on her side table, it wasn’t even midnight but it felt as though she had lived ten years today.
“Emika and I have a history together, yes I’ll admit but you don’t see me all over her.” He laughs and immediately [Y/N] scoffs.
“No! You just write her love letters, you just let her SLEEP in your bed, always running off to solve her problems. I never say anything, but the second a man shows any hint of thinking that I’m worth his time, you show up and tell him he can ‘keep me’?” [Y/N]’s year long wall of holding in her feelings starts to be chipped at, but she remains composed.
Itachi took a deep breath as their eyes meet, he regretted every thing he had said to her today. He wanted badly to go back in time to keep his mouth shut. To prevent himself for doing what had done after the fight.
“[Y/N], I want to be open about this with you as best as I can.” Itachi starts by taking in a deep breath and looking away from her.
“You didn’t.” Her voice shakes as the words of what he doesn’t say wash over her, “Itachi, please tell me you didn’t.”
He can’t bare to look at her as her voice balances on the edge of breaking. He stands up and walks towards the window, starring out at the moon.
“I went to her house right after the fight, and I-“ He’s cut off by the gentle sobs from his bed and he turns to see the damage he caused his heart sinking so far down he expected it to be on the floor.
“You were ready to leave me for her, weren’t you?” She whispers as he watches tears stream down her cheeks.
He nods slightly and is unable to meet her gaze.
“Itachi, you have exactly ten minutes to get your things and leave my apartment before I-“ She stops herself, what really could she do against the most powerful ninja she knew?
“[Y/N], please, no.” His voice is barely audible as she walks from her bedroom and close the door. Five years of her life now stood shattered behind her, and she wasn’t sure where she would end up on this tailspin.
The slamming of the door below her confirms that he was in fact, gone.
She falls to the floor, a sob escaping her body that echoes across her empty house like a ghost of the memories that they had created slowly mourning its loss.
As the seasons changed, so did [Y/N]. Almost a year later she found herself in love again, but this time it was a love with roots.
Kakashi leans over and kisses her nose softly, “Darling, you have to wake up of we’ll be late to the party.” He purrs into her ear and she smiles, gently pushing away his face.
“Five more minutes.” She mumbles and turns over on her side pulling the blanket over her head.
“You said that fifteen minutes ago lovebug.” He teases her and pulls the blanket away from her body. She shivers as the cool air of her room washes over her bare skin, goosebumps began to appear as she turned to look at her boyfriend with a pretend look of annoyance.
“Hey, look at this, someone’s a little excited aren’t they kitten?” He teased her softly as his finger grazed over her hardened nipple.
“I’m just cold.” She mumbled and looked away from him as her cheeks flush.
“We could fit in a little bit of warm up time, but only if you’re interested.” He pulls his mask down to expose his smile that always had its way of turning her heart to mush.
“Oh I dunno Kashi, we don’t want to be late for the party.” She teases him and goes to stand up but she’s quickly pinned down by Kakashi. A familiar glimmer in his eyes that caused [Y/N] to grow aware of the heat growing in between her legs.
“I think I have time for a snack.” He winks playfully as he starts to kiss down her stomach, spreading her legs as he kissed downward. He nips gently at her waistline, which caused her to yelp out in pleasure. He chuckled against her skin, as he took his fingers and trailed them along her inner thigh.
“Hmmm we really should be going soon.” He says out loud as he rubs his cheek against the soft skin of her thighs, and smirks when he hears her whine in protest.
“I’m only joking Princess, you know I can’t just leave my girl like this.” He muses before sliding his tongue along the slit of her folds. She quivers in anticipation, and Kakashi grips onto her thighs to hold her in place as he set to work.
It isn’t long before she was begging for release, his tongue pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He worked magic, gently but firmly working his way around her clit. He knew exactly what she needed and where she needed it. As he continues to tease the soft flesh of her clit he slowly teases the outside of her hole with two fingers. Playfully sliding them in and out but not completely, it drove her mad.
“Ugh Kakashi! Pleaseeee!” She begs him loudly as she playfully shoves herself against his face to which he responds with a gentle smack to her thigh.
“I’m not done yet sweetie.” He chuckles against her wet, aching cunt. He continues with his work for a few more minutes before deciding that he was done.
He firmly shoved two fingers into his girlfriend, slowly curling them towards himself. He looks up at her, licking his lips as he smiles, “are you ready angel?”
She nods, felt her body tip over the edge the rush of stimulation overwhelmed her as she cried out his name and gave into the pleasure he provided.
An hour later, after many needed kisses and quick showers, the young couple are dressed and headed to the dinner party they had been invited too.
[Y/N] loved being on Kakashi’s arm. It felt as if no matter how many beautiful women were around him, she was the prize. He missed no chance to introduce her as “his lovely girlfriend” and it always made her heartbeat quicken.
They night moves along, Kakashi had stepped outside with Gai and [Y/N] found herself alone at the table, nursing the drink Kakashi had brought her.
“You look amazing [Y/N].”
She paused almost convinced she didn’t recognize the voice behind her, but after so many years by his side how could she not?
“Itachi, a pleasure to see you.” She curtly nods in his direction as she turns to face him.
“Likewise.” He stares at her in breathless wonder, how could he have cheated on someone so perfect?
[Y/N] feels Kakashi come up behind her and his chin rests on her head, “Hello, Itachi.”
“Kakashi.”
“I see you’ve met my lovely girlfriend [Y/N].” The trickle of laughter in Kakashi’s voice was hard to mask, “Oh wait, I forgot you two knew each other.”
[Y/N] elbowed Kashi gently as she tried to signal he was going to far but Kakashi continues on. He was out for blood.
“Incase you didn’t notice Itachi, she’s no longer yours, you gave her up. So you might as well leave now.”
His voice is curt, directly to the point. Itachi nods, without a word he heads away from their table. Kakashi pulls her down and onto his lap as he sits, he gently kisses her shoulder.
“I hate that he hurt you babygirl, but I’m so grateful it lead you to me.” He says softly, “I love you.”
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jj-lynn21 · 4 years
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Bill & X Reader: Jealousy
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Warning: turned a dream I had last night into a short story. SMUT, angsty jealous out burst.
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You are getting your makeup on at the vanity in the bedroom as Bill is trying to figure out what he wants to wear by throwing all his cloths out of the closet. You just have a soft pink lacy bra and panty set on. He just has his white boxer briefs on.
You say, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want, Bill.”
Bill says, “Oh, I’m going. Why would your ex invite you to a party at his big palace of a place anyway?”
You say, “He invited everyone he ever knew. I think its just a big publicity stunt. And he doesn’t have a palace. He needs the extra bedrooms for all his kids. He has been married for years.”
Bill says, “What should I wear to this thing anyway? What are you wearing?”
You walk over to your closet and pull out a sleeveless cream-colored long maxi dress with a slit that comes two inches below your panties. You put it on and do a little twirl. He stops throwing things out of the closet and stares at you with big puppy eyes. You smile at him sweetly.
You say, “Do you like it?”
He licks his lips. His mouth seems sudden dry. The look on his face is a mixture of his heart breaking and lust for you. One part of him is starting to show he likes the dress. You walk over to him slowly and reach up to caress his cheek.
You say, “What’s wrong?”
Bill swallows hard and says, “You bought a new dress to go see this guy?”
You reach a hand down to stroke him. Leaning back to a wall he groans. You grab his hand slide it in the open slit in the dress to feel up your leg.
You say, “I bought a new dress because it’s a random party I am going to be with you.”
You kiss his chest as your hand stokes him how you know he loves. No time for more than a hand job to settle him down right now. He bucks his hips into your touch as you go. One of his large hands is on your waist. The other tilts you’re your chin up to him. He leans down to kiss you when he finishes.
Bill says, “You do love me, don’t you?”
You say, “Forever and ever.” You slap his cheek playfully hoping it will slap some sense into him. You say, “Now we are going to clean up. And you are going to wear those dark brown dress pants, that paisley shirt and your brown leather jacket and we will be ready to go out the door.”
You hold his hand as he drives. He looks over at you every few minutes, but you keep reminding him to keep at least one eye on the road. This always makes him laugh. You get to the party. One of the valets opens your door to help you out. Bill comes around the car quickly to take over. Bill holds your hand as the two of you walk up to the bar. You grab some beers and head out to the pool area where it seems everyone is mingling.
 On the way out to the pool area you say hi to a few people. Bill starts to feel more comfortable when he talks to a few industry people he knows. He pulls you in close by the waist for some PR pictures. He even dips you and kisses you softly for a picture. You are laughing by the time your ex walks up. He is shorter than you remember but maybe it is because you are used to being next to Bill now who towers over you like a great protector. Your ex gives you an awkward hug.
He says, “You look great. Thanks for coming out tonight.”
Smiling you say, “No problem. This is my boyfriend Bill.”
The guys shake hands. Both seeming to use all their strength to possible break the others hand. You find it a little amusing, but you would never show it. Your ex’s wife walks over with a plastered smile just like yours. She gives you a small hug since she has been hugging everyone at this party. Bill’s eyes look extremely surprised when he sees the women. You’re sure it’s a coincident that she is wearing an extremely similar dress as you. It is the in style for the season.
Your ex says, “You remember Cinthia?”
You say, “Of course. Its good to see you Cinthia. This is my boyfriend Bill.”
Cynthia’s eyes seem to crawl up Bill’s body slowly to get to his eyes. You smirk. Bill takes her hand and kisses it.
Bill said, “It’s nice to meet you Cynthia.”
Your ex kind of pulls his wife away from Bill. You want to laugh again because you are not the jealous type like the guys seem to be, but you just hold a cute little smile until this uncomfortable moment is over.
Your ex says, “Have a fun night you two. Good to meet you Bill.”
He walks away with his wife and you don’t hold in the laughter. You just let it all out as Bill just stares out you. You grab Bill’s hand and lead him back into the house. He doesn’t look like he finds anything that just happened amusing. He looks around and pulls you up the stairs and into the farthest room which happens to be the master bedroom. You think the situation must have made him horny. You sit on the bed and kick your shoes off as he locked the door. He turns to you and there is more anger and jealous in his look than anything else.
Bill says, “What the fuck? She could practically be your twin. You practically have on the same dress. He was eye fucking you like crazy in front of me.”
Blushing you say, “He was not.” You reach out to Bill, with a grin you say, “Come on baby boy. There is no need to get all jealous. This is a really great bed to play on.”
You bounce on the bed a little. You don’t know why but when he gets angry part of you gets excited about what he can do with all that energy when he decides its time to make-up. Bill glares at you a moment. You bite your lip.
Bill says, “You even know his bed is good for fucking? You have been here with him? You have fucked him here? Right where we are?”
Getting up you say, “No I haven’t fuck him in his house where his wife and kids live. But I do know, just by sitting on it, it is the bed he bought when we were dating and yes, we fucked in it. Are you happy to know that? You did see him, right? Do you think any memories I have on this bed could compare…”
Bill walks over to you quickly pushing you back on the bed. He gets down by your ear as his hand goes up your thigh to touch you over your panties. His thumb stroking to feel your response.
Bill says, “Do you think I need a play by play of what another man did to get you to come?”
You say, “No, I was just..”
Bill says, “You were just what princess? You were just going to tell me how much you wanted me to fuck you in his bed harder than he ever could?
He put pressure on your clit, and you moan out. Then he slid his hand in your panties feeling you out completely. He pulls them off you and put his hand back on his property.
You could only let out a meek, “Yes.” As his fingers dove in to that sweet spot that always made you beg for more of him.
Bill said, “Say what you want Princess.” He pulls away and you whimper
You say, “I want you to fuck me right here. Right now. No one can make me such a mess as you can. Please, Bill.”
He grins as he stands and undoes his pants pulling them down with his boxers. He throws his jacket and takes off his shirt to stand completely naked before you. Your heartbeat races as you watch him. His body is so perfect. You pull yourself up into the middle of the bed.
You say, “Bill you are going to fucking destroy me some day.”
Bill says, “I’m going to fucking destroy that pussy tonight. But first I need to tease a bit just to make sure you really want me.”
As he leans over you, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder as he leans down to suck on your earlobe. His hardness just gently touches you, really, barely touches your folds. It is like a form a torture.
Begging you say, “Bill, please.”
Bill says, “Please what My Princess?’
He looks in your eyes with a big grin on his face.
Bill says, “Who do you want. What do you want?”
You say, “I want you. I want you to fuck me with that big cock. I want you to fucking destroy me like no one has ever been able to do. And I want to come with you.”
Grinning as he looks in your eyes, he pushes his hips into yours as he enters you moving slowly. Holding back a bit, not giving it all to you, yet. You whimper looking at him pleadingly.
Bill says, “Is this all you want, Princess? I can stay right here if you like?”
You are dying for him to just give his all. You want that pain and pleasure to make you vibrate. He is just driving you crazy with this teasing half assed fuck.
You say, “You know I want more. You know I can handle all of you. Everything you give me I want it.”
He starts driving into you and you scream out as the slit of your dress rips more with the position he has you in. He is tearing you apart and it feels so good how he makes you scream and moan, so out of control. Your glad the party is so loud. You would never want anyone to hear what you are feeling. Bill on the other hand would love for at least your ex to hear you but wouldn’t care if the whole world heard him satisfying you. Your eyes go blurry as you hold on to him for dear life. You start to climax, but he pulls back just a bit to stop you.
Bill says, “You said you wanted to come with me and I’m not ready yet. Or I could get you to come more than once for me.”
You roll your hip pulling him back inside you to hit that spot that will get you all the way there.
Screaming you say, “Fuck, yes Bill.”
Now he has you coming screaming out his name in the bed you had another man. You aren’t even thinking about such a thing, but a small part of his mind is while most of him is focused on getting you to come again as you try to get your breath. A huge wave of pleasure hits your body again as he works into you and rubs your clit. You’re a fucking mess for him as you arch your back. He releases into you as the pleasure hits him just as hard. Harder than he even thought it would.
Bill screams, “Fuck your draining me of everything I have.”
You both collapse starring up at the ceiling for a few moments before you roll over on his chest.
He puts his arms around you.
You say, “I don’t think I was thinking about how I would walk out of here when I begged for that.”
Bill says, “Yeah? If you give me a few minutes I’ll just carry you out.”
After about fifteen or twenty minutes maybe longer, you might have dozed off, he gets dressed. You put your panties back on and he swoops you up to take you to the car. You laugh and wave to those that see him carry you out including your ex who just has a big surprised look on his face. 
As you are driving home Bill says, “I’m sorry I got a little jealous. When we get home, I think since you won’t be walking any time soon, we should just take a bath my Princess.”
You say, “That sounds great my Prince.”
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THE NEW FIST OF HYDRA - THE SEARCH [ 4 ]
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Chapter Links: [ONE] | [TWO] | [THREE]
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"Nice place you got here," Natasha remarks as she studies the small shack that Bucky had come to call a temporary home. The former soldier looks up in surprise, setting his bags back down on his bed.
"It's not much, but it kept me in peace for a short time," Bucky replies, his blue eyes traveling shortly around the tiny home, before returning back to his things. Instead of his usual Wakandan attire, he's dressed in a green army style jacket and blue v-neck, a black cap in hand.
Natasha nods, her green eyes remaining trained on Bucky as he continues to pack. Under her gaze, the former assassin shifts uncomfortably, before meeting it.
"You're keeping something from us, Barnes," Natasha beats him to speaking. "I know what you told Rogers the other day- Sam and I weren't that far away from earshot. But there is something else you're keeping from us," Bucky swallows down the frustration building up in his chest and stuffs a few shirts into his backpack, atop a bag of knives.
"If I knew something, don't you think I would tell Steve?" He shoots back, giving her a pointed look. The hero raises a brow, frowning.
"I don't think so. Because whatever this is, it's scaring you. And if something has the ability to scare the Winter Soldier, then it's a bigger threat than you first anticipated," Natasha shares her findings, taking a step closer. "You know something about this weapon, and you choose not to share your knowledge with the rest of us because- even after everything we went through- you still don't fully trust us."
"You don't know anything about me," Bucky snaps angrily, glaring at the red head. Natasha's lips only turn up slightly in a knowing way.
"Do you even know yourself, Bucky Barnes?" Natasha questions, giving him a curious look. "I don't trust you- I'm sorry, but I can't. If whatever this is has any chance of putting us in greater danger than we already are-" Natasha takes a threatening step towards Bucky, her eyes turning to slits. "-I will not hesitate to take you down."
Bucky's jaw clenches as Natasha swiftly turns around and exits the shack, her heels clicking against the path.
When he no longer can hear her, the super soldier collapses onto the bed, his head falling into his hands.
Of course he knows more than he's letting on. And he was stupid to think he could hide it from the team. Sam? Of course. Steve? Maybe. But Natasha? The assassin sees right through the walls that he's built up.
After a minute of thinking, Bucky hoists himself up and zips the bag up, slinging it over his shoulder and following down the same path that Natasha had taken to the Wakandan palace.
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"Are you sure you can't come? We could really some cat-kicking-ass action," Sam shoots out the question, once again, to the Wakandan king. T'Challa gives him a small smile, sighing.
"I would, but there are matters here in Wakanda that I must attend to. If you ever need a place of to stay, however, my home is forever open," T'Challa remarks, nodding.
Shuri grins at her brother, turning back to the ship which the four heroes begin to load into. Before Bucky can get on, she latches onto his arm and pulls him back.
"Do not forget what you learned, Sergeant Barnes," Shuri smiles, tilting her head. Bucky nods, returning the smile.
"I won't, Shuri. Thank you, for everything," Shuri waves him off, shaking her head.
"The lab gets boring every now and then. I can't say it wasn't interesting to have a super soldier in our care," Bucky chuckles softly, giving her one last smile. However, Shuri does not fail in detecting the fear and pain lingering in his eyes. "What Hydra did to you was not your fault. When you face them," She begins, her smile falling. "You must remember that they have no control on you. Good luck," She quickly pulls him into a short hug, before stepping back and allowing him on board.
Sam follows him shortly after, Steve and Natasha already on board. T'Challa and Shuri watch as the ship lifts into the air, and flies off beyond Wakandan borders.
"Let us pray that they do not get themselves killed on this mission," T'Challa murmurs grimly, his features turning into one of a frown. Shuri rolls her eyes and slaps his arm.
"Stop being such a worry wart, brother. They are the Avengers. What could go wrong?"
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"Who is this?"
Raina gives Dr. Dimochka an emotionless look as he holds up the tablet in front of her. On the screen, glows a photo of a dark skinned man, his hair put into short braids.
"I thought you were supposed to test my knowledge on modern day things. How does a picture of a man help me in that?" Raina snaps, frowning. Dr. Dimochka waves his hand forward, urging an answer out of the teen. Raina sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering, "Kendrick Lamar."
"Who is he?"
"Rapper. Who are you going to show me next, Taylor Swift? Justin Timberlake?" Raina glares at the scientist. Dimochka holds up a hand to stop her.
"I was going to start out simple," He murmurs in his Russian accent. "But if you think you know so much about pop culture, let us move on to something a bit more complex."
He flicks the screen a few times, before settling on an image and holding it up. Raina studies it for a moment, her glare turning back to a frown of confusion.
"That's... That's Stark Industries technology. Created by... Tony Stark," Her voice quiets down at the last part. "Son of... Howard Stark. H-he was a scientist that helped in creating Captain America," Raina winces as a throbbing pain forms in her head. "Jesus, how long have I been asleep?"
Dimochka nods in satisfaction, clicking the tablet off. As he gets up, brushing off the white lab coat he wears and smoothing back his dirty blonde hair, he motions to the exit.
"Come with me. There is something Crossbones wishes for you to see," Raina stands up as well, this time out of training attire.
Instead, she adorns a simple black shirt with the Hydra symbol on the right breast, skinny black pants, and sneakers. Her loose waves fall short at her shoulders, the dark color contrasting against her pale eyes.
As the two round a corner, Rumlow awaits them. It's similar to the room Raina had been frozen in, however, larger with a higher ceiling. The wide room holds several glass containments, most empty. However, a few hold mannequins with combat suits held up in them.
Rumlow waits by a containment in the center, his hands crossed over his chest and a content smirk on his lips. As Raina nears him, he nods to Dimochka, who is quick to leave the room.
"How was your training?" Rumlow asks as the assassin comes to stand by him.
"Fine," Raina mutters, her attention focused on the containment glasses. "What's this?"
"This," Rumlow turns towards the one they stand in front. "Is the uniform of the former Winter Soldier- James Buchanan Barnes," Inside lays the black plated suit, one sleeve missing. On the face lays a black mask and goggles.
"I know," Raina shrugs, turning back to Rumlow. "I meant, why are you wasting my time and showing it to me?" Rumlow gives her a hard glare for a split second, before turning back to the display case.
"This suit is a suit of failure. The suit of Hydra's most prized possession gone to flames due to lack of leadership," Rumlow explains, walking to the case beside it. He flips a switch, a light illuminating the contents within. "This, is a suit that will display the future of our organization. You will display the future of Hydra."
Raina slowly approaches the case, her eyes wide with awe as she studies the suit hung up on the mannequin.
It has a few similarities to the former Winter Soldier suit, however, for the most part, the suit is its own. A Kevlar body suit, the halter neck reaching up to below the chin, the sides outlined in a bloody red. The outlines meet in the chest of the suit to create the Hydra symbol, and deep red, metal plated boots covering up to the knees. A black mask similar to the former Winter Soldier's lay against the mouth and nose, however, the black goggles have been lost. Instead, replaced with black visor glasses, a long red shield in the middle of the frames already programmed with data to assist on missions. Leg straps and a utility belt hang on the body as well.
"This is the suit I wear on missions?" Raina asks softly, her pale blue eyes wide. Rumlow smirks, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"You are the new fist of Hydra, Raina Barnes. The new Winter Soldier," Holding his chin high, he adds, "Hail Hydra."
After a moment, Raina opens her mouth to speak, a soft, quiet two words escaping.
"Hail Hydra."
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