#not sure whether to be glad that i wasn't just going mad or upset that i'm surrounded by parasites that disappear when the lights turn on

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Hello!!! I don't know if it's possible, I thought of something. Syzoth forcing his girlfriend Y/n to get pregnant and she doesn't want to, in such a twisted way that he calls her by the name of his deceased wife, the yandere style cele and when the baby is born he names him after his deceased son and lives a distorted reality . I imagine him wanting to raise and continue raising his girlfriend in the hope that his child will be "reborn" but it doesn't work. A lot of psychological torture and rudeness in bed.

Yes or no, thank you❤️❤️

This one was very fun 😆

Why are you upset? You wanted this..

zyzoth, noncon, then dub-con, then angst no comfort, then very poor comfort, dead dove do not eat, um his wife’s name is Zarina :3, and then you kill yourself at the end!!

When you were invited into Syzoths home, you were more than appreciative. Words couldn't describe how special you felt to be allowed not only into his safe place- but also into his arms. He held you throughout the nights, whispering sweet words into your ears. He held you tight, you never felt unwelcome. Even when he would put his hand on your stomach when you would sleep with him and whine about having a child with you, you weren't afraid he would ever hurt or leave you.

He did not feel the same, though. He would become irate and clingy when it was the two of you. Not letting you out of his sight, not letting you leave him. It was a small, not-that-bad, kind of problem. The attention was nice and you didn't mind reassuring him.

But he became aggressive soon enough. When he would make love to you, he wouldn't pull out. He would simply latch onto your mouth to stop any of your protests. You weren't allowed to take any birth control either, they were full of chemicals and harsh substances for your body.

‘If you loved me, you would let me have this’

That was his excuse for wanting to have sex every night, even some mornings. Most of the time he wouldn't ask though, he would just slip in whenever. No meant no, but it didn't matter what you wanted. He wanted a son and he was going to make you bore a son.

If you ever tried to resist or struggle he would pin you down or hurt you. Whether it was scratching or biting, he was still hurting you. It wasn't anything serious, but he would use force when he saw fit. It would be better if you would just submit.

He likes to use his true form, he says it feels better. But it hurts you much more. He's thicker and longer, even adorning some bumps and ridges. Not to mention when he would put his arm around your head to stop you from moving while humping into you.

Whenever he finished he would moan out another woman's name and bite your shoulder. His acts were purely that of lust and his own needs. You were now always sore and nervous, constantly being filled by him. You were not graced with a resting period, it was just constant breeding.

Then he started to be much more gentle after weeks of constant yelling, biting, scratching, and accusing. He would bathe you, feed you, and even stop forcing you to ‘mate’ with him in the middle of the night. He would go back to cooing into your ear about your non-existent child.

‘You're doing well, I know you will be a good mother Zarina’

‘Who?’

Whenever you questioned him he would squeeze you until you apologized. Maybe even scratch your arms or bite your shoulder.

He began to overfeed you until you were gaining weight rapidly. Fish, rice, milk, and even bugs. When he brought out a plate of maggots one night you threw up and cried. He wasn't mad, he just cleaned you up and kissed away your tears.

‘Why are you upset, is the baby kicking?’

He would lay his head on your stomach and tell you about all the things he heard. It would range from your son's heartbeat to his giggles, and even him saying words.

‘I'm so glad you are here with me, carrying our child. I promise to keep both of you safe.’

You couldn't just leave him, there was something clearly wrong. But you aren't sure how much more you can take, it has been months now.

‘He is surely bound to be born soon, I will put together a nest for him. Where did you want to give birth?’

You knew you couldn't give him what he wanted, and that scared you. What he would do when you didn't give birth was beyond you. But you just went along with what he did.

Until you finally couldn't, you were constantly breaking down crying, and crawling away from him. However he would just pick you up and curl around you, licking your tears up.

When he went away to provide food for you, you were able to locate a mirror. He wasn't barbaric, he had a nice house. A little more woody and earthy, but it was nice. It had the essentials, a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. And in that bathroom, a mirror.

Hitting against the mirror until it had little shards at your disposal, you picked one up. Stabbing yourself repeatedly into your stomach. Then with the final coup-de-grace, you sink it deep into your eye socket.

He would find both you and his son dead when he got home. Perhaps he was never meant to be a dad. Maybe it was him, or maybe it was you. The person who took away his chance to be happy again.

He mourned and cried for you, but to him, it just felt like his wife. You would never have been a replacement, maybe he needs to look again. Maybe he needs to try again for a better ending.

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Heller: Explain to me how Dean wasn't totes in lurve with the angel when he went into a deep depression every time Castiel died and was totes happy every time the angel came back?!?

Why bother? It's not like they listened the first fifty times, but hey, I'm bored today. Let's ignore the blatantly wrong hyperbole of Dean doing anything "every time" Castiel died. Fundamentally, you can break this down into two equally stupid categories of assertions:

How People Work: A person would only be devastated by the death of someone they were in love with.

What Even Is Canon: Dean was genuinely devastated by Castiel's deaths even given the comparisons to times we saw Dean actually devastated, devastated by Castiel's death alone in any of those situations, and glad to have Castiel back for himself and not what he could do for them as a semi-indestructible ally.

The first is hellers demonstrating their usual pointed ignorance of normal human behavior and relationships in service of pretending their ship is the undeniable center of the universe. Only someone who has never had a genuinely good friend - or is too young and/or lucky to have never lost one - would assert you can only be devastated by losing a romantic love. Whether it was pure lipservice or not, the show repeatedly told us Castiel was the Winchesters' "best friend" who was "like a brother". So the only thing further thing that needs to be said about it this is: fuck right on out of here with that weird-ass antisocial bullshit.

The second is hellers ignoring literally everything in the canon that they can't make about Dean and Castiel - so they can pretend a storyline actually exists between Dean and Castiel. They can keep acting like context is an entirely foreign concept, but that doesn't do anything but make them look like fools over and over.

We've seen Dean actually devastated - when he lost or was going to lose Sam. He told Bobby to let the world end, sold his soul, made deals with Death and random angels, etc. I could go on, but the basic underlying point was that he literally never went to similar lengths over Castiel. Not only that, but for every single time Castiel died and Dean was upset? Bigger and far more devastating things were going on contributing to his overall mindset and alcohol abuse.

The first two angel explosions, Dean barely has time to react. So let's jump directly to the Leviathan fiasco. First, Dean's not just upset Castiel's dead, he's upset Castiel was fucking lying and going behind their backs for a year and is now dead after breaking Sam's brain and declaring himself God. Again, going back to a lack of understanding of how people work? If you don't get why being mad at a dead friend would fuck you right up ... well. Which doesn't even get into the fact that Dean is ALSO very upset about having to go on the run from seemingly invincible monsters from Purgatory (including ditching his beloved car), Sam currently barely holding on to his sanity, more guilt over lying to Sam about Amy, and then Bobby dying on top of it. As to him being happy to have Castiel back? He's happy - to find someone with the potential to fix Sam, after which he ditches Castiel's comatose ass with Meg in an asylum without looking back. When the tablet wakes the angel back up? I'm not even sure you could call his reaction "happy" so much as willing to take advantage of someone with knowledge and powers to try and fix the still ongoing shitstorm of the Leviathans.

There's an interim death where April the reaper stabs him, but since Gadreel immediately heals him - just as he did with Charlie an episode later, except Dean actually asks for Charlie to be resurrected, Gadreel brings Castiel back on his own initiative? There's again not much of a reaction to speak of. Except in the sense that Dean's very next action, after seeing the consequences of Castiel being on his own mostly human in a world full of angels out for his head? Is to kick Castiel out of the bunker without even giving him money or pointing him towards one of their safe houses because he's not as important to Dean as Sam continuing to be healed.

When Castiel is stabbed by Lucifer at the end of season 12, sure Dean is upset. But it's fucking insane to pretend that he's not more upset about his recently-returned-to-life mother, the trauma of whose original loss basically shaped his entire fucking life, being yanked into a rift to an alternate universe with Lucifer! FFS. Then there's the part where Lucifer's super powerful Nephilim child has just been born and might kill just them or maybe the whole world, too. Sure he prays to Chuck for Castiel's return - right along with Mary's and even Crowley's. But he doesn't offer anything for it and immediately gives up when there's no answer. When he meets up with Billie a few episodes later after temporarily killing himself on a case, despite their meta it was in despair over the angel? He asks immediately to go back to life, and when Billie prevaricates? He asks for the ghosts in the house to be freed. He admits to feeling fatalistic because of his inability to save Castiel BUT ALSO Mary AND EVEN the rando VotW kid that just died in the house with equal weight. He asks for information about Mary. He does not ask for Castiel to be resurrected or to be reunited with him in any other way. Sure he's glad Castiel returns shortly thereafter - but it does not stop any of his angsting the rest of the season over Mary and Jack. I think his pulling a gun on Kaia is deeply OOC, but that's well after Castiel's resurrection and they're gonna pretend that's happy, well-adjusted Dean totes fixed by Castiel's return? LOL. Not even to mention that after one episode of the angel being back, Dean is perfectly happy for Castiel to fuck off out of his presence to search for Jack - and when Castiel promptly gets himself kidnapped? Dean doesn't notice the person who is calling to check in every single day about the search, who it is explicitly canon he personally talked to on the phone, is not Castiel. Just like Dean didn't notice him being possessed by Lucifer in season 11, oops.

Then we get to the final one. Yeah, Dean is upset Castiel died after his brain reboots from having to listen to Misha queerbait the shit out of his sheep Castiel's derpy, rambling goodbye speech about ambiguous love. But he was already upset and drinking for pulling a gun on Sam, for Billie's plan being a double-cross, for Chuck having turned full villain and absorbed Amara making him more powerful than ever while Jack got de-powered, for the overall questions he's struggling with about destiny and free will when Chuck has been manipulating their entire lives, for Chuck disappearing seemingly every-fucking-body on the planet except him, Sam, and Jack. Sure Dean mentions Castiel specifically when he and Sam offer to fight to the death for Chuck's amusement if he puts everything back - probably because he was killed in a different way from the rest of the vanished. But it's not more of an impassioned plea than Dean gives birds or showing more upset than when Chuck vanishes Miracle right after they find him. Then there's having to deal with Michael again, so sure, Dean is hopeful that Castiel might return for a hot second when they need all the help they can get. But once it's all said and done and they've tricked Chuck and installed Jack as the new God who brings the rest of the planet back? Dean doesn't ask Jack to bring Castiel back one last time. When Sam is sad about missing Jack and Castiel, Dean waxes philosophical about how they need to just enjoy their lives without them and is more interested in his pie. They can write all the bad meta they want about Dean intentionally impaling himself on that rebar, but he's clearly happy with no Castiel in sight. When Dean arrives in heaven, even when Bobby explicitly mentions Castiel, Dean shows literally no interest in asking about or seeking out the angel. His car, on the other hand comes immediately to mind. If that isn't clear enough, we see exactly what reunion makes Dean's heaven more than "almost perfect" and brings full closure to his story. Since they desperately wanted to count TW when they had delusions of it canonizing their ship, let's throw in that TW's meddling ghost Dean is still fixing things so Sam can have a full life, looking up random AU versions of his parents, and hanging out with ghost Bobby - while literally no one even mentions Castiel anywhere in his vicinity. Everything he could ever want or need or dream? Doesn't include Castiel. Totes twue lurve, yeah?

While I think that makes the point as clearly as anything could, I'd also like to mention in passing that I didn't even go over several additional times when Castiel was maybe going to die and/or Dean basically shrugged it off because he didn't care that much or bigger shit was going down elsewhere. This is already long enough already, and ultimately no amount of actual canon is ever going to matter to people who pretend anything that doesn't fit into their fantasies about YA romance tropes and the secret meaning of wardrobe and pastry magically doesn't exist.

Still, it's very easy to explain, it's all right there in a basic human understanding of relationships and the show's canon.

#destihellers #canon is not their friend #long post

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It's Okay To Cry, Harry

AN: my brain thought of this after watching the Zane Lowe interview and of course i had to write it. this concept also won in my google form poll by a long shot. it got over 65 votes compared to the other option that had 9 votes. so i hope you enjoy.

This story contains: crying, comfort, mild angst, mentions of sex once

{ husband!harry - softrry - harry's house harry era }

word count: 1,785

Harry suppresses his emotions after the Zane Lowe interview but finally breaks down in your arms after you keep questioning what's wrong with him.

Harry has just wrapped up the interview he did for Harry's House with Zane Lowe. You sat off to the side and quietly watched, not wanting to be in the way, and thought the interview went very well. Harry shared some very intimate things that he's never shared publicly before and you're very proud of him for allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of a camera like that.

After saying goodbye to Zane and grabbing all of your belongings, you and Harry get into his Black Range Rover and make the drive back up to Los Angeles where your shared LA home is. Coachella was finally over and you're glad to be able to get out of this dusty desert.

In the car on the way home, you notice Harry's not his normal chippy self. The one that blasts music down the California freeway and has a hand perched on your thick thighs. Instead he's driving with stiff posture while both hands are on the steering wheel and has an emotionless face, like he's deep in his thoughts.

You look over and nervously ask your husband, "Everything okay? You seem upset or something."

Harry turns his head for a quick second to look at you with a small, fake grin and replies, "Yeah, just tired s'all." You can tell he's lying. You've been together for about six years and in those six years have learned when each other are lying or when something is bothering the other. But you don't want to push Harry right now by forcing him to tell you what's wrong if he doesn't want to.

See the thing about Harry is he's never been afraid to show his emotions. You've seen him cry more than any other adult in your life and you think that's great. It's never cries in a whining manner. He usually always has a reason. Whether that reason is a sad film, him allowing hate to get to him, or pushing back emotions for so long that they all come bubbling out at once.

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You arrive home about three hours later and now its completely dark outside. When Harry was doing the interview, it was late in the afternoon so now it's around ten at night. He parks the car in the garage and you both head inside to get ready for bed.

There is still something bothering Harry and you hope to get it out of him before you fall asleep. You hate to end the day with issues not resolved or things not talked through between the two of you. It's one way you maintain such a healthy marriage. Communication is key.

In the master bathroom, you go about doing your normal nightly routine. But before you can change into your pajamas, Harry gently grabs your wrist and asks in a monotone voice, "Will you shower with me?"

You look up into his tired eyes and softly answer, "Yeah, of course." You still know something was off with Harry but you hoped the shower would help him confess whatever it was to you. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen.

As soon as you're in the shower together, Harry starts washing his hair and body just as he would when he showers alone. You don't really mind and you sure as hell wasn't expecting shower sex beings it's so late and you're both so tired. But a warm, naked embrace would be nice from your husband. Even if it only lasted a second. It almost feels like Harry's ignoring you and you're starting to feel maybe he's mad at you for some unknown reason.

The shower only lasted ten minutes and there was no physical touch involved. Harry bathed himself and you bathed yourself, switching positions to alternate who got under the shower head. The silence was killing you.

After the shower, you both dry off and get dressed for bed. Harry puts on a pair of his normal boxer briefs and you put on a t-shirt and cotton panties. Then you brush your teeth and get into the cozy bed together.

Before snuggling closely to Harry like you normally do at night, you want to make sure he isn't angry with you. You can't stand the thought of him being mad at you and you not know why. So you turn on your side to face him as he gets situated on his side of the bed and ask, "Are you mad at me? Please Harry, talk to me. You barely said a word on the way home and then you ask me to take a shower with you for you to completely ignore me in there. I'm confused, babe."

Harry lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling and can feel tears threatening to make their way out. You get worried when he doesn't respond back so you sit up on your elbows and get a better look at his face. From the dim lighting in the bedroom due to the lamp still being on, you can just barely see how glossy his eyes are getting. Just how they get when Harry's about to cry.

This has you scooting over without second thoughts and you carefully cup the side of Harry's jaw with your small hand. You force him to look at you by turning his face to the side a tiny bit and as soon as his eyes meet yours, he's done for it. Harry knew the minute he made eye contact with you, the dam holding his tears back would crumble.

His chest rattles as his lips quiver and tears flow down his tanned cheeks. Harry can't take it anymore. He needs your comfort, needs your familiar embrace. He wasn't trying to ignore you all night and even thought the suggestion of showering together would help him feel better, but it didn't. It made him feel even more sad because of how much he loves you and being around you. But now he says fuck it. These emotions need to be let out.

You're taking back for a second when Harry's body lunges forward and forces you to fall flat on your back with him on your chest, but soon welcome his strong body with loving arms. Harry sobs and sobs into your neck while his arms tightly encase around your back, as if he's afraid you'll vanish.

The tears he's shedding stim from a variety of different things but mainly from the interview. Not that the Zane Lowe interview went badly or he felt uncomfortable but the conversations he had. Harry didn't realize having things brought up from such a dark time in his life would cause him to get emotional.

Harry honestly felt fine during the interview and had no trouble answering Zane's question about his new album and parts of his peronal life. He expected those type questions. But as soon as the interview was over, it hit him like a ton of bricks and ever since then was trying to hold it together.

He doesn't mind allowing you to see him cry but for whatever reason, he felt like a baby for getting emotional about all the memories the interview brought back.

"Shh, Harry," you whisper while gently stroking his bare back, "gotta tell me what's wrong so I know how to help you."

Through shallow breaths between sobs, Harry stutters against your skin, "Just....... just having all those..... those memories brought back, they just made me feel emotional. Tried to keep it together and not get upset. Couldn't help it. M'sorry. Not mad at you, promise. Love you so much." When Harry finishes spewing out his words, he continues to cry with his face shoved inside your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your body wash.

Your heart breaks at his confessions. But you also know letting him cry it out will be good for him. You've noticed for the past few weeks Harry has allowed his emotions and stress to build on top of one another and for him to finally break, its understandable. You kiss the side of his damp face and lay back while cries rack through his body.

"It's okay to cry, Harry. We all need a good cry every once in a while." you coo, feeling his hold around you only getting tighter. The fact that he finds his comfort with you makes you beam with pride. Harry may be some international popstar but at the end of the day, he's just a wonderful husband who love his wife and has regular human emotions.

Slowly but surely Harry's cries lessen and his breathing starts to regulate again. His body seems a lot less tense and his muscles are relaxed, causing his full body weight to be added on top of you. You don't mind though. But eventually Harry decides to roll off your chest and lays on his side, facing you.

You follow his lead and turn on your side so you're face to face now. Harry's face has dried tear staines on his cheeks as well as very red and irritated eyes. He looks at your face as you look at his and all you can see within his eyes are love. The love he holds for you.

From under the duvet that's drapped over your bodies, Harry fumbles his left hand around until he finds your left hand and conjoins your fingers together. The metal of your wedding rings clash and you get a warm fuzzy feeling all over your body. One that can only be defined as being in love.

Leaning forward just a bit, Harry puckers his lips and places a soft yet gentle kiss to your lips. You can taste the saltiness from his previous tears but don't pay no mind to it. The kiss only lasts a minute before he's pulling away and mutters with a hoarse voice, "Thank you for comforting me. You make me feel so safe and loved all the damn time. So happy I married you."

With a smile on your face, you whisper back, "I'll alway be the shoulder you can cry on. Love you more than anything else in this entire world, babe. And I'm happy you married me too. Love our little life we have together."

Not much words were spoke after that. You reached over and turned the lamp off, making the bedroom dark. Staying on your sides, Harry wraps his arms around your frame and holds you to his chest. Or should you say you're holding him to your chest. Your legs are tangled together from under the covers and you slowly drift off to sleep. Holding each other tightly and finding comfort in each others presence.

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#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles fan fiction #harry's house #harry styles zane lowe interview #husbandrry #husband!harry #softrry #soft!harry #harry styles comfort #harry styles crying

[bridoesotherjunk]

welp the new ninja turtles movie is causing a huge uproar because they race swapped april o neil and made her black :/

as a black person myself i kinda feel this rubs me the wrong way? like the whole velma/little mermaid/tinkerbell fiasco was bad enough but this... this just feels like "we care so little about representation that we reduced your ethnicity to a palette swap!"

like...just create a new character and give them their own identity. their black spider man wasn't just racebent peter parker, he's miles morales who is someone similar but also distinct and with his own identity. making "april o neil, but black!" is honestly just fucking lazy. and borderline insulting.

well.... it's ironic you bring up Miles Morales because he's one of the biggest examples of people being angry that he's black in spite of him being an original character. people HATED Miles when he was first introduced. the racist, disgusting, horrid posts and videos I remember seeing were everywhere. white people were so fucking mad that he existed. He's finally gotten the respect and adoration he deserved from the start, but at the beginning it was vile. but he was still an original character! He wasn't just black Peter Parker-- but that's what everyone said about him when he was first introduced! Either way you can't win against the racist assholes- they're going to throw a fucking fit no matter what you do.

on to the rest of the topic under a read more cuz it's kind of long

April has had people arguing about whether she was originally intended to be black or not, especially now with this movie coming out. Some of the things I've read make it seem like she might have been intended to be half black? It's a little weird, one source I found said she was supposed to be half-Asian and another said she was meant to be 100% Irish, so I dunno.

I can definitely understand why it would be upsetting though. I'm hoping that 'we care so little so we're just swapping the palette' is not what the team behind the new TMNT movie was going for when they designed April, but I can't say for sure. Disney? Yeah, I would bet money on their decisions being made by executives who have no fucking clue what the world is like and are just saying "Do this because it's trending" - like what they did with the Mulan 'me too' movement that made no sense at all. They're completely out of touch, so even trying to bring in a current topic, they fumble it.

As someone who is white, I really am glad Disney, and other studios like Sony, Dreamworks, etc. are finally trying to add representation to their films. Disney especially is doing it in a horrible way, for sure, by putting people into terrible remakes that audiences already don't like - creating an association in people's minds that can turn into racist thoughts later. (The whole "this version is bad BECAUSE of the diversity" type bullshit that you already see from people.) If they would actually do a better fucking job and tried harder, there would be no problem.

#long post #read more #tmnt #i can understand it #movie critical #movie discussion #racism discussion #racism in hollywood and movies specifically #might delete later #unsure #tough topic

[cryptcreechur]

tw - family death

i had a dream last night that i would like to share with you all because i felt it was very important to me and perhaps the start of something wonderful or informative or fulfilling.

im going to copy-paste what i had typed to my buddies that are too cool for tumblr (they actively dislike it here) because if i try to retype everything my drawing hand will be mad at me and also i will cry (again)

i cant remember how it started out, but i remember the moment i saw him

i almost started crying and i ran up to him to hug him and he stopped me and said "im not sure you want to have the dead smell on you" and we laughed as i hugged him anyway

we spent time walking together somewhere outside, it was foggy and cool and peaceful. we just talked and spent time together. i told him how much i missed him and he nodded and listened. he said he misses me too, he misses all of us. but hes walking again, and able to do things he couldnt do for years. he told me not to cry so much because hes not upset or alone or hurting.

then it was time for him to go, he said, and he brought me to a door. there were stairs leading down to it and we hugged again at the top of the stairs and he turned and went to the door. i tried to follow him but i made it about halfway down before the door opened and i couldnt move anymore. some woman was standing there, kind of turned away from me, but she looked beautiful and had really really long black hair. he proudly introduced me to her but he said "this is my grand..son. right?" and he looked back at me and i nodded and he smiled and repeated "this is my grandson." she spoke to me but i didnt see her mouth move. she told me i couldnt come after my grandpa yet. that as long as i lived, something would keep me from the land of the dead.

grandpa turned around just before he went through the door and he smiled at me and told me i would be okay without him. he said im strong and hes proud to see who ive become so far and he looks forward to hugging me again

and then i woke up

see? i cried sending all that to my boyfriend

but a part of me (the overwhelming majority of me) feels relieved that i had this dream. so much has been going on in my life so far, and i at times feel like i cant make it, or that im weak, that my ancestors or passed relatives are disappointed in me. im glad i got to speak with my grandpa, who practically raised me in my childhood. he was a very important man to me.

ive always felt dreams carry significance - whether it's messages from the subconscious or messages from the divine, theres always something to be had from a dream.

that being said, i believe it was Hel, goddess and caretaker of the dead, who spoke to me.

id never seen her in a dream before, but she had this soothing energy about her. even as she was telling me i couldn't follow my grandpa, it wasn't a statement of malice - she had concern and compassion in her voice. she seemed so kind in that moment, understanding of my grief and my pain, and turning me onto the path i need to take right now - the path with the living.

ive found myself drifting away from my gods in my time of turmoil, and i feel guilty, but i also know they hold no judgement or anger towards me. they understand.

anyway, this post is really long, and if youve made it this far, thank you. maybe leave a few words in the replies ? id like to hear other's thoughts on Hel or lost family members or grief or even just dreams in general

have a nice day, all, and gods bless you

#heathenry #paganism #pagan #heathen #norse paganism #pagan witch #dream interpretation #dreams #hel goddess #goddess of death

[the-gift-of-submission]

Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

The weekend came and it was everything that was needed and more. There are areas in my personal life where it is becoming, has become, almost unbearable to tolerate. I had abit of a wobble, feeling incredibly insecure after therapy again. I needed to hear that I am loved from him which sparked up a conversation around the whole thing. His concept of love and the word itself is something that he struggles with. I understand and I will understand more so when we discuss it further as he says he would like to talk about it. I do feel loved by him, he says and shows it in many ways.

Anyway, moving on, our weekend - I don't need alot in life, nice scenery, some snacks, warm drinks, some music and the best kind of company - him. Picked me up midmorning and headed to a nice town, took a couple of hours to get there but we always talk about anything and everything. The town we headed to is just beautiful, if money was easily available, ready to have to hand, I would choose somewhere like this to live. The town had a food festival on, warm, sunny, alround great atmosphere and a great variety of foods. We had a mooch around looking at the market stalls, tried a couple of foods, had a drink or two as well. I'm glad he brought me, loved it and spending time with him. Loved the whole weekend to be fair! The only thing that held it back from being one step from perfection was that we aren't going home together but I know it will come one day in the future.

We left late afternoon to head to the coast, he has brought me here before, it has a very industrial feel with an active harbour on one side, a wide farm on the other, I really love it. He introduced me to a few friends, he had said before hand about it being a big step, to just say so if I wasn't ready but I didn't feel that way and happy to meet them. He got us parked up for the night, I wrapped up warm as he got the camping chairs out. We stopped off before hand, picked up nibbles and some sausages to add to his friends bbq as they had mentioned they were having one. So we had a munch a drink, a good chat and laughter over the rest of the evening, they're all really great people, fun-loving company. I am so glad to have met them, I feel honoured in a way that he is at a point where he wanted me to meet them, I am really glad.

We got snug in bed, cuddles and kisses led to him being over me and in me. His suggestive tone, his movements all encouraged an endless stream of climaxing, they were rolling out of me everytime he said it, "cum". Whether he just said it, counted down to it or guided me to it, they kept coming. The way he f**ks me, I am in a constant state of bliss. At first there was the stubbornness of being able to release which drove me mad, he could see my frustration quite clearly but when I popped, I went with a bang writhing beneath him. I don't know how long we played or how long I was climaxing for. I reached a point where he picks up on my ability or I should say, my inability to breathe steadily. I struggle to regulate myself when I orgasm and now I am releasing so much so intensely it is even more of a challenge with so much of my body and mind firing off various chemicals etc. He came off me, laying to my side, talling me through breathing deeply and slowly. I couldn't contain my emotions, I don't remember much other than feeling overwhelmed and feeling so upset, as the tears started falling, I didn't fight them, they just came. He pulled me in close saying he has pushed too hard, I didn't feel he did so I wasn't sure what he ment. He kept me so close, talking to me, comforting me, keeping me safe. Later he tells me I experienced a state of Catharsis. I have felt emotional after our play before, I often have control of it, I hold it back because of whatever reason. I know I shouldn't. I drifted off to sleep not long after but had a really restless night, I was lucky if I got a few hours in. I fell straight into dreaming, followed by waking and staying awake for a while and the cycle just kept repeating.

I checked the time, 4am, I was at a point of giving up trying but felt so damn tired. An hour later, he woke, he had noticed I was restless. We cuddled, before attempting to sleep, he spooned me, spooning led to him growing between my peach, I could feel him hardening significantly. Before long, I felt him slide into me from behind, he felt so good as per. My insides churned, the ache was immediate and I could feel the build. I told him I was going to, he said I could and so I did. I have never been able to climax in that position, until now, everytime I do, he tells me I'm a good girl. How long we did, I don't know, I just know we drifted back off to sleep after so long, waking a few hours later to cuddle like we do some more. He led my hand to his 'him', he grew quickly in my hand, my mouth was next in line. I spent some considerable amount of time tasting him, I really do enjoy sucking him. He feels and tastes ever so good. He pulls me upto him, tells me to sit on him. He slides right in, a deep tight fit, I feel a shudder down my back, my body twitching and squirming as he fills me. I grind myself against him, my hips matching his, my chest pressed against his. The build is here and I am ready to let them go. I have noticed, I can be releasing a number of orgasms yet I can feel the build of another, 'the big one'. My climaxes have a big impact on my body, physically tingling from head to toe and a feeling of sensual bliss, the big ones send me into overload, sending me into a state of uncontrollable pulsating, trembling and my head goes elsewhere completely. Another big bang as they roll out of me, I am covered in a skin felt sheen. I move off him to his side, my hand stays playing with his member. After a while I think back to using my mouth to taste and play some more. He takes a hold of himself as my lips teases his head, I pause to kiss over him, he swells and tells me to open my mouth, I do and he releases himself over my tongue. He tastes delicious. Catching our breath once again, we lay snuggling just alittle while longer before we get ourselves freshened up.

We didn't have much planned, mainly to chill, maybe pop out and have a wander. He is outside the van, the sun feels hot, it will be another nice day. Having a cup of tea and biscuits, afterwards I had a wave of feeling really unwell, like nausea and the feeling like I would pass out. I retreated to lay on the bed, he followed shortly after. I have a thing for hiding, isolating myself in times of internal distress, whether that's being physically poorly or my mental state dropping. I really thought I was going to be sick or pass out, my fingers and toes went numb, all I could do was close my eyes and keep breathing. He turned on the fan to circulate some cool air which helped significantly, I put on some background music in hope of a focus and distract technique aiding my through. He was very observant of me, staying with me, kissing my head, talking to me. I kept messing with the tips of my toes and fingers, using my nails to try and bring some sensation back into them, they were so numb. He noted this and started helping, he brought his pinwheel out because I had asked for something to feel, I don't recall how I asked for it though. It seemed to help between his massaging techniques but it took what seemed like an age for me to feel better again.

I got to a point where I was ready to try standing, another warm drink with added sugar to see if it raises my levels. Whatever it was that had me so unwell, I don't know, could be a combination of factors. I laid across the seat in the back of the van with my music on just loud enough for us to hear and not disturb those around us, my legs hanging out as he is heating more water. Quite often he would come between my legs and feel over my tummy, his hands were cooling over my heated skin from the sun. He would tease and torment me alittle, it drove me mad. At a point he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, guiding my hand down to play, I wanted to release again but I squeezed myself with some pressure and concentrated on breathing to calm myself down. He is such a tease, he knows it and very much enjoys it. I do too.

After another warm drink, we tidied up and set out into the local town. We were supposed to have something to eat, we had a drink before having another wander then ended up having icecream and heading back. We had food on the van anyway luckily. I really enjoy walking and talking with him. I was abit of a bugger through the day and evening, total gobs***e. He will get me back I'm sure, infact, I know he would if he felt the need. We headed back to our spot, he parked opposite where some friends were the night before, they head left but other friends were still there. The rest of the evening was very chilled and filled with great company, talks and laughter. As the night set in, the bonfire was lit to keep us close and warm, the smoke had my eyes burning so I went into the van for a while. I planned on returning once my eyes calmed and I had warmed up alittle but everyone had called it a night before then. He came back in to get settled with me. No play for the night, he said I need to sleep, he knew I was incredibly tired, shattered, exhausted to an extent. We cuddled for a while before I feel asleep and yes, I actually slept! I woke up once through the night. I felt so much better for it. He said he had to wake me a couple of times as I was restless but I don't remember. I just know it was so good to finally sleep properly.

I must say, waking up beside him, I am so very happy about. I can't wait for it to become permanent. As we woke, I had most likely disturbed him having to use the bathroom and rummage around for some painkillers for the headache I often wake up with. Getting back into bed a crawl over him trying to becareful were I place myself as to not cause him any harm. I gave him a spoon snuggle before I rolled onto my other side to potentially dose off again. He rolled to spoon me, again, I could feel his member rigid and solid against my behind. It didn't take long for him to slowly work his way into me and my goodness, what a feeling. His rhythm, his pace, speeding up, slowing down, pulling all the way out, pushing all the way in, thrusting and driving into me, telling me how I'm taking it, it wasn't long before I was ready to roll one out one after the other.

With one word, "Cum", I become a total mess and fall into the repeated process of his suggestable tone. He tells me to hold it, I find this incredibly hard, I'm not sure I donit very well either, he counts me down, he has me find it and release it on his command, he has me completely. I can't stop them, they just keep coming, it all feels wonderfully amazing, I want more and more even when I think I can't take anymore. My insides are on fire, I am blurred, fuzzy and I feel I am different somehow. He pulls out, I want him back, he won't come back, he tells me I will climax without him, I can feel my hips still rocking back and forth, I feel a flow pass through me, I release. He touches over my peach gently caressing me, telling me if I can find it from that then I may climax again and I do and again when he is close enough for me to feel his member slightly against my skin.

I want more, so much more, I can't seem to calm it, I am such a daze, I am somewhere else even though I know he is there and I am with him. He tells me he is going to spank me ten times, if I can find it from that too, I may release, my god I did, I did quite hard too. I am pulsating head to toe, my insides are burning, I can't feel myself anymore, I am gone, where, I do not know, I just know I am somewhere special. I feel like I am dreaming but I am not asleep, I am able to hear alittle but I can't move my body, I don't feel I can speak either. It reminds me of sleep paralysis but it's not unpleasant.

I feel him over me, I can hear his voice, I can somewhat respond with a murmur, I cab feel his touch but I can barely touch him back, he knows what's going on more than I do. He has me focus on him, the sound of his voice, wherever I have been, wherever I am, he is bringing me back to him, awakening my consciousness. I feel myself come to him, I am still dazed, fuzzy and confused, I can sort of speak and sort of feel again, I have a slight feeling of emotion fill me. He asks me if I want to go back. I do. He talks me back through it all, I am back where it feels wonderfully peaceful, heavenly. Just drifting, just floating. He needs me to come back, he can't leave me there, I have to come back. He counts me out of it, holding my hand, I can feel myself waking, moving. Before long I am back, I am blank for a moment or two but then I feel refreshed and happy. I have just experienced subspace to the fullest extent for myself so far. I have felt it before but never to that extent. Later I ask him what put me there, he tells me it was down sexual bliss, music has a similar effect. He needs me to try and explain things, he needs feedback, we have always done this but lately I am struggling to articulate anything enough to give him anything. I understand why he needs it and I do need to try and make sense of things to give him it.

We need to get up but I am still burning on the inside, I need an off switch, its driving my mental. He tells me no, he's right but I can't think straight, I need to get out of this world I'm in. He gets out a toy, the bullet vibe as the new toy needs charging and dies before I reach my release. I set the vibe on the strongest mode. I am climaxing but there is something there that won't budge, he tells me I need to concentrate on the big one, I am not focusing enough on that one to release it. It takes what feels like an age. Something in him changes, he tells me to cum, I am trying, he takes my studs pinching and tweaking at them, spanking them, I can feel all my little orgasms rolling out, it's the big one I need. He grips my neck, just firmly to begin with, his hand then tightens around my through, I am so close, I am aching like all hell to explode. He growls at me, I've only heard this tone a couple of times, it doesn't scare me but it certainly catches my attention in a different way. I love it. His eyes almost blacken, it's like a brute and beast mode comes out in him. I love his Dominant side regardless, he is a gentle and affectionate Dominant, he encourages and supports, he is firm yet calming. Whatever version of Dominant this is of him, it is rare. He puts his hand over my mouth, he prompts me again, I am so close. He growls at me again, a hands over my mouth, over my throat, I feel such ecstasy. The small ones roll out but the big one still lingers, it's driving me mad. He let's go, counting down telling me he will take the toy from me, I say no quietly as a plead. I need to get this out. So damn close, I am struggling with this immensely. The vibe at work, my fingers probing alittle to be met by his. He plunges them deep into me, hard and fast, I am even closer, I ask him to slow down, he does and boom, there is it. I tell him it is finally here, my head implodes as my body explode, my god yes, this is the release I needed. Finally. I tell him thank you. I really mean it.

He leans back, on all fours to the side of me on the bed as I stay laid on my back. I reach to caress his fruits and member gently, he responds instantly, I move myself closer. I reach my tongue for him, he pushes himself slowly between my lips into my mouth as my hand gropes at him. Oral is not only a form of my own gratification, it pleases me to be able to please him in such a way, it is a form of meditation and a way to show him my internal gratefulness in all the sexual release and unlocking his has given to me and continues to work with me on. Yes, there is my own gratification, I won't deny that. His pushes his hips towards me, his length engulfs my mouth, I feel my throat open for him. Feeling his nuts tighten, he hardens like a rock and I feel his load ooze into me. He is delicious.

It is time to get up and get sorted. He gets himself dressed and goes outside to heat up some water for a warm drink whilst take a quick shower and get dressed. I start tidying the van and he asks if there is anything I would like to do, I tell him whatever he likes, I know, I am so helpful. We hang around for a little while having our warm drinks, talking, tidying etc before we make a move to head back to reality after such a peace and fulfillment filled weekend. He stops at another town just down the road, you can see the coast line of where we were and where we are. It isn't far. We had a little wander for a bite to eat, a scone with a warm cuppa sounded nice but then we were debating whether it is pronounced scone or scon. It is pronounced scone... end of... the place we went to had ran out of fruit scones but had cheese ones, I tried it with some jam and it actually worked really well, I was impressed. There are many new things going on with him around thats for sure. We then had a wander to an antique shop that was a small warehouse, it had so many things that took me back to my childhood, things I like, things I haven't seen before, I love the historic feel of these places, where things have come from, the types of people that owned them, how they ended up here, a real great place for trinkets and treasure, I could have bought so many things. We then had a wander down to the sea front, the breeze was quite cold but the sun kept alittle bit of warmth over us. We sat for some time, talking, watching paragliders, although they weren't paragliders but I can't remember what they're called, close enough. They were cool, there ended up about 7 of them, they were all too'ing and fro'ing back and forth. I really enjoyed more stories and our closeness, it's like this all weekend and I have loved every moment. I hope there are many more like it in our future together. We went for icecream, it wasn't a whippy but it was nice, amaretto and black cherry, yum. Standing watching the tram lift whilst eating icecream, the cold really sets in so it was time to make a move, we headed back to the van and made our way back to reality.

I always dread this time, I miss him before he is even gone, even though I will see him again in a couple of days, it doesn't make it any easier. After I see him next it is likely to be a week before I see him again and that bothers me too. I feel so sad when I am living in my reality at the moment, I know change is happening but it is really hard and there are times I feel I am breaking down again. There are times I am caving in and I can't get a grip on the positives in my life, I have so much to be grateful for too. We make a pit stop for a drink, I am already feeling heavy in my head and chest, I am fighting myself in controlling my emotions. When we stop, I tell him I need a moment and get into the back of the van. I stand, I breathe, I am so so heavy, I am really trying to keep it together but it's not letting up. My minute turns into more minutes and I hear him coming, I feel myself tense up, I don't want him to see this. I feel his hand touch me and I feel like I shattered into a million pieces, I just broke, all I could do was cry. He held me so tightly, talking to me in aid to bring me some comfort and he did. He said that I should never hide this from him, I don't need to, I tell him I'm fine, I'm ok, I just hit a wall. I tell him I am sorry. He in turn then becomes upset which makes me feel even worse as I feel I am the cause. He feels responsible for me, for things going on in my life, he isn't, I made the choices I made, it was all inevitable, it was just the case of when and now I am working my way through it. I will get there. He has much to work though too, he will get there. We will both get there. With his support, his cuddles and reassuring words, I am able to regain some composure, I can only I supported him the right way too. We head inside to get a drink, we sit for a while, I know I am quiet but he is close to me and tells me more of his life stories that make me laugh and smile. The final trek of the journey, he holds my hand as often as possible, he generally does anyway but he seems to alittle more, I assume from our upsets, we both need it. We arrive at the drop off point and I gather my things, I am due to see him again in 2 days, the countdown of 48 hours begins.

[lekopoofball]

Pro: my new もののけ姫 pajamas are awesome. Con: I’m infested with leafhoppers and they come to get me in swarms in the night.

#leafhoppers #princess mononoke #もののけ姫 #i frequently have my skin crawl and feel covered in bugs #so i thought nothing of it at first #but then they started biting me all over #jumping on my face #buzzing in my ears #and i could see them hopping when they weren't under the blanket #it's hard enough for me to sleep as it is like come on leave me alone #i'm fine with most bugs #but not if they keep me up all night #my mom was pretty sure it was in my head and i was crazy #but i distinctly remember grabbing (and squishing) one that was in my shirt #and biting my armpit #and that i had thrown the corpse across the room #as one does #so i searched the floor for it to prove that i wasn't insane (at that given moment) #and yes i found it #not sure whether to be glad that i wasn't just going mad or upset that i'm surrounded by parasites that disappear when the lights turn on #actually i'm not upset #it's a nuisance yes #but also pretty metal #and funny to me

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

My Soulmates A God?! Loki x Fem Reader Part 4

Thank you all so much for reading this, I didn't think this would really become a series when I made part one let alone that people would like it but I'm so glad you all did. Part 1 2 and 3

3rd Person Pov

Its been three weeks since they've last seen each other, weeks full of bitter silence or pity filled words echoing back at them. When green met (e/c) the constant memories of their last meeting stop playing leaving in it's wake a calm emptiness. The quite that filled the room was all in compassing not a word uttered or move made as the two took one another in till the sounds of Y/n's footsteps rang out as she approached the cell. The wall that kept them apart was once only a cage to keep Loki in now as he looks upon the women he scorned it seems more like a safe haven from what may soon be. The cell for Y/n however was just that a prison keeping Loki in and her out something neither good or bad as the unknown loomed over them drawing closer still.

"It's been awhile hasn't it?" Y/n spoke first eyes sharp even as her voice trembled. " Yes it has been.. I must say I didn't think you'd come back" heh I didn't think I would either but there are some things I need to know and you're the only one who can answer them". Loki nods at that letting his shoulders drop and head tilt " I see well your not the only one who has things to say" I could guess that. I doubt you would let me see you if that wasn't the case but please let me speak first." Y/n waited with bated breath till Loki hummed clasping his hand behind his back as he waited for her to speak.

It takes her a moment longer to speak the words feeling heavy on her tongue." I get that you didn't want a soulmate and even if you did at one point I'm sure me being human isn't what you would want" Her eyes lower voice shaky and unsure" but I've wanted a soulmate for so long and knowing you already hate me it hurt.." Her words trail off as she finally looks at him again. Loki for a moment feels like time has slowed seeing the unshed tears in her eyes yet she doesn't stop. " I know I need to move on and I will but I want to know why its so bad, or better yet if it makes this stupid pain stop just tell me how to get rid of the string!" Her voice cracks knuckles going white as she grabs at her shirt looking to Loki for any kind of reaction.

Loki's eyes widen sucking in a breath at those words and then its silent again. " You wish to get rid of the string" His voice is low, breathless as he whispers the words " That's it you just want to get rid of it THAT'S why you came back... a shame then because its not possible". His words while still shaky are louder more angry then anything its clear how upset he is. " Why are you so mad your the one who didn't want this your the one who pushed me away from the very first talk! You dont have the right when your the reason I even asked". Her throat aches" I dont have a right! You dont know what I gone through or what I think yes I might have said I didn't want this but to cut a string is something I wouldn't wish upon many." His voice was nothing short of a hiss words spat with venom as pressed his hands to the cell. "Then what do we do" Y/n asked pressing her hands to the glass from the other side " We start over...if that's okay? Loki's eyes meet hers waiting, hoping that she'll say yes. " We can try" And that was enough.

Okay so ill admit this was shorter then I want but I cant imagine making this part longer for now this series ends on an open note whether they become lovers or not is up to you. I think I might write more another day but for now I'm happy with this. Once more thank you so much for everyone who waited for this and who supported it that meant so much to me! I hope you enjoyed and if you want to see more maybe let me know what you think should happen. Have a great day and night and thank you for reading.- Lilly

#reader x loki #loki imagine #loki x reader #reader imagine #x reader #reader x

[mimisempai]

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you 1/3

Summary:

Loki would like to express his feelings to Mobius but doesn't know how to do it, he finds a sympathetic ear in Miss Minutes, without knowing that Mobius is suffering from the same problem...

Chapitre 1/3 - Chapter 2/3 - Chapitre 3/3

A little story, of love, of friendship, of two idiots in love...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32351812

1374 words - Rating G

"Good job Loki!" Mobius smiled at him before continuing, "I'm really going to start thinking you're trying to steal my job."

Loki, once again touched by the praise more than he should, followed him with his eyes as he returned to his office.

"I can see that..."

Loki snapped out of his contemplation at the small voice of Miss Minutes who seemed to have taken up residence on his desk. He had formed a rather curious bond with the small animated clock.

"What? What can you see?" replied Loki, turning to his desk.

"That you're making eyes at him..." she smiled at him knowingly, making Loki realize that there was no need to deny it. He didn't feel like it either.

"So what? Why should I deprive myself of it?"

"Oh but don't deprive yourself for me, my little Loki, though don't you think you should tell him?" she came to sit on the edge of the desk, looking a little more serious.

"Tell him what?"

"That you love him."

"I don't -" Loki paused, because he didn't feel like denying that either. It was the truth after all.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"This is difficult."

"I know I'm not the best one to talk about feelings, but I've seen a lot of things, so why not just tell him?" asked Miss Minute gently.

Loki sighed again.

"I... I've never actually said those words to anyone, well once to my brother, but that doesn't count. It's not the same thing, obviously. And this time especially I-"

He slouched on the desk and took his head in his hands.

A few seconds later, he felt a small tap on his forearm and he looked up to see Miss Minute settling comfortably against his arm.

"I hope you're comfortable at least?" he asked a little offended to see his arm relegated to the role of chair back.

"It's not bad, but it lacks a bit of fluff, you should think about filling it up a bit, my little Loki."

"Hey, you cheeky little thing!"

"Anyway, let's not change the subject, smart ass! What were you going to say Loki?"

"This time I have everything to lose." he exhaled before continuing, "Mobius is probably, no he's definitely the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm not even sure I deserve it. In fact it's impossible for me to quantify how I feel about him."

"That my little Loki is love, it's impossible to know the width and depth of it. At least that's what I read somewhere."

"I feel like just telling her 'I love you' isn't enough. And besides I don't even know if he feels the same way about me."

He was interrupted by the sight of Miss Minutes writhing in laughter on his desk.

When she got serious again she asked him, "Seriously? It's clear to everyone how you feel about each other, believe me, if you're smitten, he's as smitten as you. You guys are anything but subtle. Mobius and Loki's devotion to each other is probably known on every time line!"

"I can't believe you're laughing at me! Watch out or I'll turn you into a pocket watch!"

"I can't help it, you're so cute when you get mad."

"You're starting to get too cheeky for my taste Mimi!"

"Admit it, you like it."

Loki pouted, not wanting to give in.

"Let's get back to the topic at hand, you say that just telling him 'I love you' isn't enough, how about you tell me why you love him?" asked Miss Minute as she resumed her seat, sitting against Loki's arm.

Loki reflected for a few seconds before he began to speak, "I think the first reason is because he challenges me to be a better version of myself.  Because from the beginning, he kept trying to make me understand that I didn't have to be what others wanted me to be. And despite the times I failed, he was able to forgive me and he continued to believe in me."

"You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good. I mean, just in case anyone ever told you different."

"Hm I see," Miss Minutes replied, "What else?"

"He's not intimidated by me, by the entirety of who I am, by my past mistakes, he doesn't lie to me. If I screw up, he tells me, if I react badly, he tells me, but never makes me feel inferior. And in the same way he tells me when I do something right, and that's super new to me, to the point where I'm a little embarrassed at how much it makes me feel good."

"That's just because you're not used to it. Besides, there's nothing wrong with being happy knowing you're doing something right." she replied with a little wink.

"Sometimes he annoys me, because he has this know-it-all side, because he can read me. And for me who spent my time hiding, even from myself, it is sometimes heavy. I want to wipe that little smile off his face! But that's what also makes him understand me perfectly, and since it's also a first for me, well, we'll say it makes up for the annoyance."

"You've learned to compromise, bravo, I'm proud of you my little Loki." the little clock smiled at him again in a cheeky way.

"Hey!"

"So you told me about what he did for you, what he's doing for you, what else? I don't know, his appearance for example, some might say, and this is not my opinion so don't hit me, that he is far from your type physically..."

Loki looked offended and replied heatedly, "What do you mean not my type physically?"

He transformed into his frost giant appearance for a few seconds before resuming his appearance.

"What is my type physically? First of all what does that mean, what is that concept? What does it have to do with feelings?"

Miss Minute stood up again and patted his arm, "Loki, don't get upset, I told you that wasn't my opinion. We're friends, right? I like to think so. Imagine Loki, the god of mischief is friends with an animated IA in the form of a clock."

Loki cooled down a bit and smiled at her, seeing what she was getting at, before resuming more calmly this time.

"If the question is whether I am physically attracted to Mobius, and more importantly what is it about him that attracts me, I would say yes I am attracted to him. His eyes, the way they sparkle so much that they light up the rest of his face, the way his smile starts in his eyes. That smile he has only for me. And his hands, Mimi, his hands! They are so strong, any excuse to touch them or to have them touch me. They excite me and make me feel safe at the same time. And I'll let you in on a secret, I'm glad no one knows him in anything but a TVA suit, because I assure you the way the jeans fit his beautiful beh-hmph."

The little watch had jumped up to close Loki's mouth with her two little hands.

"It's okay, it's okay, I think I got it and the rest will be too much for my pure little chaste ears!"

"But it's true! I swear! It makes me want to take off those jeans every time!"

"Lokiiii! That's enough!" Miss Minutes gave him a little kick.

Loki laughed out loud.

When they had both calmed down, Miss Minutes added, "Loki, tell Mobius, tell him everything you just told me, I don't know anyone in the world who wouldn't like to hear everything you just told me."

Loki looked a little sadder and replied softly, "But what do I have to offer him? I am not a good person for him. And I'm still waiting for the day when he can't stand my kind anymore and tells me I have to leave."

"A couple of idiots, that's what I'm saying." said a female voice behind him.

"Sylvie?!"

Loki turned around, Sylvie was standing in the doorway of his office, his lover just behind her.

"Mobius?"

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Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it.🥰

#lokius fic #lokius #loki #mobius m mobius #moki #wowki #timefrost #established relationship #idiots in love #love confessions #fluff

[rw47vr-key]

Then I guess you're mad at me since you pretend not to recognize me. I am sorry I let you down, Amelia.

But I do need your help. The day you answered my call, you accepted this burden, the same way I did.

How long has it been?

Ahhhh I'm really sorry Jake, I..I wasn't sure whether it was you..

Well, I'm not mad at you entirely, I was really worried about you since you didn't contact me for quite a while ; it could of course make me upset,but I know what circumstances you've been going through,so I understand...

No Jake,please! ,you don't need to apologise to me,and yeah,I pretended I didn't recognise you,not that I don't trust you!! I'm just going by what you said to me, what if someone tried to mimick you and get information about you from me? I was, trying to be cautious, that's all, I'm sorry.

And you're again having that tone of worry, Jake,you never,ever will let me down,so please don't say something like that.

Yes, Jake, we're in this together and I know that the burden lies upon me as well as you too,but I'm glad that I could make it a little easier for you to carry them and help you in anyway to get that out of your shoulders.

I'm here,Jake.Tell me, how could I help you?❤️

#duskwood #duskwood jake #amelia #duskwood everbyte

[colorfullfalls]

I will protect you part 1

Embry Call x reader

Grocery shopping was not your least favorite thing to do, but it was needed. You had been on a health kick and tried to eat healthier after you started going to the gym. You noticed a young man around your age had been closely behind you the whole time while shopping, but you ignored it. It was a busy place and there was no need to be weird about it.

You went to grab the same bag of chips at the same time, prompting an awkward laugh out of the both of you.

"My bad, go ahead." The boy said with a charming chuckle as he stepped back.

You paused to take a good look at him. He look oddly familiar. Brown eyes, brown hair, tan skin, tall. He looked like your boyfriend and his pack mates, by you knew he wasn't a wolf. You hadn't seen him prior to this encounter.

"Grocery store daze am I right? I'm y/n by the way."

"Nice to meet you, it's Wiley."

"Nice to meet you too."

After that day you would see Wiley more and more. It got the point that you had to mention it to your boyfriend.

Embry came over to your small apartment to hangout but mostly to fix your old blazer. The check engine light came on and your mechanic boyfriend wanted to check it out as soon as possible.

You sat in the yard in a lawn chair as he laid below the vehicle. Grease ran down his tan toned arm, making your heart swell. Even after years of dating he still make your heart race and he only got more attractive.

Embry talked about how his day went as he worked tentatively. You listened and added in when you thought necessary. Your mind was clouded by the new stranger that seemed everywhere you went. He seemed harmless really, but why was he following you? He was at the stores, the gym, even in your work a few times within the past month.

You were starting to grow paranoid. You wanted to tell Embry but you feared how he would react. The wolves were overprotective over their imprints and this would drive him mad. He would surely hunt down Wiley. At the same time you were scared. This dude showed up out of nowhere and now is seemingly everywhere you go.

If you didn't tell Embry and something happened, he would be really upset with you. What better person to protect you from a potential stalker than the love of your life that conveniently can shift into a intimidating wolf.

"Y/n? Are you even listening to me?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked to see Em wiping his hands off on an old red rag, "I fixed it."

"Thanks babe. Im sorry I wasn't paying complete attention. I really appreciate that. I appreciate everything you do for me."

Embry smiled before reaching down to give you a quick kiss, "I'd do anything for you, lovie." He began bending down to collect his tools.

You blushed and stood up, debating internally on whether to tell him or not. He deserved to know. It was a matter that was pressing. You leaned against the Blazer and crossed your arms.

"If I tell you something, promise not to go wolf mode?"

Embry's body tensed up. He knew that whatever you had to say wasn't going to appeal to him. You never really joke about him going all out wolf. Also you were more clingy than usual, which he wasn't complaining, but you kept asking for him to stay over.

"You can't start with that."

"Please"

Embry turned to you and let his eyes take you in. You seem stressed out and worried. He hoped it was from nothing that he had done. He was beginning to feel panicked.

"hun, whatever it is, tell me. You are starting to really freak me out right now."

"About a month ago I saw this random guy around our age. We grabbed at the same thing and we introduced ourselves. His name is Wiley. Anyway I keep seeing him everywhere I go like to the point that it is uncanny. He shows up to stores that I am at, the gym, and he will come into the flower shop when I'm working. I swear I even have seen his car go past here."

Embry began breathing heavily, "He's stalking you?"

"I don't know- i mean maybe. He seems nice so I don't really know what to think. It's just that I'm a paranoid person and its happening so much that it seems planned." You stopped as something dawned on you.

"what? What is it?"

"The other day fresh flowers were picked and were sitting in my porch. Was that you who did it?"

Embry shook his head no and gripped his hands into fists "I'll beat his ass if he even gets near you again. I'll put an end to this."

"This is what I was afraid of! I don't want you to hurt him."

"Baby, he's stalking you! He found your house and picked flowers! That's trespassing! Who knows what he will do? Until we get this figured out, you're staying at my place."

"That I agree with..." You walked closer and wrapped your arms around his torso. You were scared and wanted comfort from the person who gave it to you the best. This issue had been on your mind for weeks.

He snugly held you, his hands rubbing your back affectionately, "why didnt you tell me about this earlier?"

"I didn't want to upset you. I didn't think much of it until his truck slowly went by the other week. That's why I've been spending so many nights with you. You just make me feel safe." Your voice cracked, your eyes refusing to meet the warm brown ones that are your home.

He kissed the top of your head, "I will always keep you safe, babylove."

Together you two packed a few bags to take over to his shared house with Jacob. When arriving Embry had you go take a soothing bath because those always calmed you down.

Embry explained the situation to Jacob, a few growls leaving his throat at the thought of some creep tracking you down. His pure and beautiful imprint was being followed and that pissed him off to the very core. You were his lover to protect. He kept you safe from supernatural creatures and he would be dammed if it was a human that got to you. Jacob was understanding and vowed to help put an end to it all.

Jacob left to go see his imprint, Heather, so it was just you and Embry in the house. You put on embrys large t-shirt and walked into the livingroom to see him laying on the couch. He lazily opened his arms so that you could snuggle in with him.

"I feel utterly relaxed, as if nothing in the world could bother me... I thought maybe it was because I wasn't home alone, but it's not that. It's you. Being around you takes away all my problems and fears." You confessed, fingers tapping against his bare chest.

He blushed, hurrying his face into your neck, "Im glad. You know, it's the imprint bond. You feel it too, just not as strong."

"no, I think it's as strong."

He scoffed, rubbing circles on your hip, "you have no idea how much I love you. My heart literally beats for you, y/n. It has since we were kids."

Now it was your turn to blush. You knew embry before he turned into a wolf, you actually had known him since you were born. Your mom's were life long best friends and that prompted you two being together all of the time.

Embry was your rock growing up, your best friend. Years spent with him made you slowly realize that you loved him. Neither of you would admit it until he imprinted on you. It seemed that Billy Black, your dad, and Harry Clearwater had bet on it happening since you guys were toddlers. It evident that you two were made for one another.

"You're my world, Em."

He hummed in agreement. He nudged your hand and you knew what he was up to. A grin made its way onto his face as you slid your hand under his shirt, letting it run up and down his back.

"You're a spoiled boyfriend." You mumbled, scratching his back lightly.

He sighed in contentment, "I'm aware. And I thank my ancestors for it everyday.... I don't know what my life would be like if something happened to you and I didn't have you anymore."

"Don't even think about that kind of thing."

Embry slightly pulled away. He stood up and walked to the window.

"Em-"

"quiet." He put his finger up to silence you.

Your heart sank for a second at his tone but realized he was trying to watch something out the window. Something that had his full attention because he failed to sense you coming up beside him.

He noticed you and pulled you closer to his side. The light blue truck was parked across the road and there sat Wiley inside it. Your heart stopped.

"Embry, I know what you're thinking, but don't. I fear being left alone." You said, tightly grabbing his hand.

"And what? Continue to let him do this shit? He is right there, babe. I am going to confront him right now before he has the chance to slip away."

As he fumbled around the dimly lit room to put shoes on, you were shaking. You feared the outcome of this situation. Embry was level headed but when it came to your safety and well-being he wasn't. you hoped Wiley would be gone before Embry got outside.

#embry call imagine #embrycallimagine #twilightimagine #twilight imagine

[lee-donghun]

Together

Fandom: Until We Meet Again

Ship: Mainly winteam, mentions of pharmdean and poly relationship of manaow, pruk and del

Words: 2751

Type: canon divergent one shot

Notes: very glad I wrote this on Google docs- because tumblr physically ate the post when I first posted it

-limited third person POV focusing on Team-

Team knew what he was doing. Okay that was a lie- but that was besides the point. He at the very least had to pretend he knew in order to avoid embarrassing himself. After all- what guy didn't know how to ask a girl out? He figured, that it may have been easier had he *actually* liked any girls he saw but he couldn't focus on that. He had already made a promise to himself that he wouldn't spend the year alone. Not again. Especially now that Pharm had his boyfriend, and Manaow had her relationship with Pruk and Del. He was tired of being left alone. Sure they made time for him, but he just wished he would have someone else to spend time with as well. Maybe then- he would be happier and less free for Hia to terrorize.

He wasn't sure what was up with Win- but he swore the other made it his personal life mission to fluster him as much as possible. From stealing his clothes in the locker room and making him beg to get them back, to making him practice the longest and when asked why answering with "I just want to spend more time with you" or doing that damn thing with his tongue while staring at him with a deep look in his eyes... It's safe to say that Team was sufficiently flustered. He just didn't know why his Hia was so good at it .

Win had a nice body- that fact no one could deny. But so did Dean- and him just drinking from a water bottle or something like that didn't have the effect that Win did. Team couldn't explain it- but at times he felt weak in the knees for him. Especially because behind the constant teasing, he also saw a softer side of Hia that he, admittedly, wished was only shown to him.

Team was still sure that his senior did it on purpose though. There was no other reason that he would get weak at the knees when Win hugged him close and comforted him after a nightmare. Or he would feel hot under  his gaze, or want to kiss him. No- he couldn't feel for things for Hia that he's never felt before for no reason. 

But back onto the task on hand. Kop. The two got on fairly well enough. He figured that  he could learn to like her if he thought about her as a girlfriend enough. Besides- it was her or that Pam girl who talks to him sometimes as he didn't know any more single girls. Kop was a much better choice. He doubted dating Win's ex would help the torment any.

"Kop? C-can I ask you something?" Team hesitantly muttered out. He felt nervous doing this- that he was doing the wrong thing. At the back of his mind, he swore he even heard his mental voice say something along the lines of 'but what about your Hia?'

"of course Team! Whats up?" Kop answers back, curious as to what was ailing her friend.

"Would," Team took a breath here, somehow plagued with regret, " Would you go to the movies with me? On a date?"

She didn't answer right away, thinking it over, but ultimately agreed. The two planned on going Friday, but they couldn't stay and chat as she had a class to go to.

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Team was sat at a lunch table with Win, Dean, Pharm, Manaow, Pruk and Del. Win had an arm around his shoulder as was per usual with his hia. For once though, he entertained Win and allowed it to happen. He had spent the night at his place after all to calm his nightmares, and he figured he could pay Hia back a little with his burning cheeks.

"Are you coming to Pharm's to study with us on Friday?" Manaow asked Team.

"I can't. I have a date." Team *tried* to say it proudly, but he still couldn't stop that feeling that he made a mistake. Especially when Win turned to look at him with an almost angry look and withdrew his arm.

"Win never mentioned a date?" Dean asked making Team confused

"Why would he know I was going on a date? I never told Win?" Team asked back.

Everyone, but Win, startled his answer.

"but we thought you were dating Win?" Del, from beside Manaow, asked.

"No. We aren't." Practically growled Win as he stomped off, not sparing another glance to Team.

"Hia-" Team tried to say, but he wasn't listening, causing Team to pout. He wanted the teasing to stop- not for Hia to be mad at him. They were still friends after all. He also didn't understand why he had gotten upset.

"what did I say?" Whispered Team to himself.

Team didn't know what the others were thinking- but he could tell you that they were shocked about something. But whether this was caused by his abrupt departure for the fact that Team and Win weren't together is another story.

Something about Team going on a date obviously upset Win. That much was clear to him, but he didn't understand what exactly. It wasn't like Team was cheating on him or anything- they were just friends. unlike what their other friends thought, there had never been anything between them besides Win making him flustered. If there was any feelings there- it was one-sided on Team's part. Or maybe that's what got Win upset. The fact that everyone thought they were together. Team swore he felt his heart crumble slightly at this train of thought but he couldn't dismiss it either.

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A month later, it was clear things had changed for Team. He had been dating Kop, who now spends lunch with them, and successfully avoided Win teasing him. However, in the process of doing so, Win had barely talked to him at all. Team never stayed later for practice at his request anymore, and neither was he talked to unless it was an order to do something. Besides this, he has barely slept. Typically, he'd crawl into Hia's bed but he doesn't feel like it's his place too anymore- not with Win mad at him. So while Team got what he wanted- he also lost something even bigger. He never wanted to lose Hia like this. In fact, right now, he'd break up with Kop if it meant getting his friend back. He cared about both, but his life seemed pointless without Win there. However, he doubted that would help anything. He had to find the root cause of hia's anger.

Kop seemed to sense something was wrong though, so she turned to her boyfriend, "Ai'Team? What's wrong?"

"I had a fight with Hia, but I'm really missing him." Team confessed, not wanting to lie to her.

"Hia? Oh- P'Win. Well- what was the argument about?" Kop softly asked, grabbing onto Team's hand for support.

"I'm not sure really. One minute I was talking about our plans to go on a date, and another he stomped off," Team paused before continuing, not entirely sure it would be polite to go on, "Everyone thought the date was with Hia and I. Maybe that's why he stormed off."

"Team," Kop paused as well, but her purpose seemed to be in thinking over her word choice, "do you think there's a possibility he's upset because he's jealous?"

"Jealous? Of who? He didn't even ask who I was dating before he stormed off."

"What I mean, Team, is that he's jealous because he likes you."

Team froze at her suggestion. In one sense, it seems absurb that Hia could have feelings for him but in another- it made everything else make sense. The glances, the constant need to have an arm around him in some way, the way Win was always trying to be close and flirting with him. He had always brushed it off as a joke, or an extra way to enjoy some *ahem* private time between the two, but he admitted the idea of Win liking him made his heart twirl for lack of a better phrase. He knew that on some level, he wasn't immune to Hia's charms and everything felt *right* with him but he never let it get further than a feeling. He refused to fall for someone that didn't like him back. Though, now thinking about it, he supposed it may be too late. He had already fallen for the other.

-limited third person POV focusing on Kop-

Kop watched him mull things over with a small smile on her face. She did like Team, but she also understood that she wasn't the one for him- or at least not right now. Maybe in the future things would change, but she saw how P'Win and Team had always looked at eachother. This was obvious to everyone which is probably why everyone thought they were dating. Kop certainly knew that she herself had initially thought they were together, and so Team asking her out caught her off guard. Around the campus, it's basically been considered common knowledge that Team and P'Win were both off limits as they were each other's. It certainly never crossed anyone's minds that the two *weren't* together. So with that being said, she was willing to step back and get Team to stop his obliviousness.

-Back to focusing on Team-

"I-" Team started before being interrupted.

"Go get your man Team. It's okay."

Team smiled gently at her quickly before jumping off to search for Win. They needed to sort things out, even if the feelings were one-sided after all. He refused to have Hia mad at him. It felt too horrible for things to continue as they have been.

 After roaming around for a bit with zero luck, he figured he would try Hia's dorm. So he drove back and followed the familiar path up to the room. Somehow, though, the path felt different. He felt scared as he initially was when he first went over. He didn't know what to expect from the senior. He only knew that he wanted him back. Arriving, he takes a deep breath and goes to knock but falters at a sound he hears inside. Voices. Hia was with someone. Taking another breath, he finally, albeit shakily, knocked, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. 

Win opened the door, and at the sight of him shirtless, Team ran, away from him and away from the building. Forgetting what he wanted to say to him. It didn't seem worth it at that moment. He would deal with the situation later, but right now he just needed to get away. He heard Win calling after him but he simply ignored him. Shakily collapsing, he called Pharm. 

"Ph-Pharm? C-can you c-come p-pick me up?" Team stuttered as he tried to speak through his years.

"Team? What's wrong? Where are you?" Pharm asked over the phone with concern.

"At- the p-park. N-near P-pink milk C-cafe"

"We're on our way. Don't go anywhere" Pharm answered before hanging up.

Team didn't have to ask who the 'we' was. Pharm was most likely with Dean. Maybe, when his tears stopped and he calmed down a little, he could ask about Win. But for now- for now he could nothing but sit and cry. He knew he didn't have all the facts. For all he knew, Win may have been with a family member and nothing had happened. But the possibility that Win could be with someone *like that* still hung around and that felt like a weight was pressing on his heart. Over the months he's known the other, he's never had to deal with the possiblity that Hia wasn't single and though he never realized he would care so much, he really did.

Soonish, he caught sight of Pharm running over and, sure enough, followed by Dean. 

"Ph-pharm…" Team managed out breaking down into further sobs.

"We're here Team, it's okay… it's okay." Pharm whispered, crouching down to his level, hugging him

"Team? What happened?" Asked Dean.

Team knew the other was cold to most people but Pharm, but he was still protective over his team mates. So he didn't want to lie and risk worrying him further. He may as well confess.

Taking a deep but shaking breath, Team started, "I- I went over to Hia's to try fix his- his anger at me and- and he had someone over and I just…" 

Pharm hugged him further. Pharm then turned to Dean, likely to ask for help.

"Team, listen to us, I'm sure Win didn't do anything with the other. He cares too much about you for him to be with someone else." Dean tried to console him.

There it was again. The idea that Hia liked him. How could he believe it though? How?

All three soon turned their attention to the sounds of heavy footsteps. Win was there, looking frantic. He was followed by a 12 old girl that he knew to be his cousin. Team had met her before, at P'Win's birthday party. Team suddenly felt foolish. He never actually saw who was in the room with Hia. He left too quick.

-POV switching to focusing on Win-

Win was still angry. Still jealous. He wanted to be with Team- not some random person. He was the one Team has slept with- in more than one sense of the word- and embraced time and again. He's the one that has always made Team flustered. He's the one who spends all his time with Team. Most of all though, he was angry at himself for taking his closeness with Team for granted. He figured that despite not officially dating Team, that they still belonged to eachother. However he was wrong. Oh so wrong. He didn't want to deal with the hurt so he left. It was still painful but he figured the pain would at least lessen with time in this choice. But when he saw Team crying- he couldn't help but run after him. He needed to know what was wrong with him. 

"Team? What happened? Is he okay?" Win inquired basically all in one breath, clearly upset.

Instead of an answer, Win was greeted with a hug from Team which he wasted zero time in hugging back. For a moment, he forgot Pharm and Dean were there. For a moment, Win forgot that Team had a girlfriend. For a moment, it was just the two of them. It felt right to have Team in his arms- it always did. When Team pulled away though, it was as if he had been shot in the heart by reality. It wasn't just the two of them- and it never was either.

Win closed his eyes briefly before speaking, "Team?"

"I'm sorry Win. I should have- I don't know. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me." Win could see how Team tried not to cry while saying this, and so Win pulled him close again.

"Shhh. Team- I could never hate you," Win whispered in Team's ear, "I love you."

Win felt Team pulling away again and then froze. He shouldn't have said that last part. He shouldn't of-

Team cut off his thoughts by kissing him. Win's brain doesn't short circuit often but when it does- it involves Team. And this was definitely was one of those times. So much so that he didn't kiss back until Team seemed to freeze. Once he kissed back though, Team relaxed again. At this, Win once again forgot about Pharm and Dean. He was in his personal heaven right now. Team was not only kissing him, but doing it in front of people. He knew that this was Team's way of responding- kissing was far easier then saying words. They've definitely kissed enough at this point anyway. However, one concern still remained- Kop. So, reluctantly, Win pulled away but he did leave his forehead resting on Team's.

"What about Kop?" Win muttered, afraid of the answer.

Team lightly shook his head, smiled and then replied with, "She's the one who told me I should go after you. So- um- will you be my boyfriend?"

"Thought that was implied?"

"Good."

" Yeah- good- because all I do is win then."

Team groaned at the pun, and Win was in pure bliss. Everything was how it should be. They were together. He would have to remember to thank Kop later.

#uwmaseries #uwma #until we meet again #winteam #teamwin

[pocket-clown]

the man at the gate;

// original request: what would have happened if kid Bruce had secretly run off to see that odd man who was at the gate earlier and claimed to be his brother? Because Bruce always wanted an older brother. Kind and sweet family bonding

AN: This was really, really cute and fun to write - thank you! 

I apologize that this took so long to get out; while I had fun writing it, it was kinda tough for me for some reason? I think it was just a matter of actually trying to figure out how I think both Bruce and Arthur would interact with each other, which was tough since Bruce didn’t get a ton of screen time so we didn’t get to see much of his personality. 

Please note that this is not x reader. There’s no mention of reader/Arthur’s s/o in this; it’s just Bruce trying to bond with Arthur, them both attempting to make sense of the whole situation.

 I know it’s still pretty much unconfirmed whether Bruce and Arthur are actually half brothers brothers or not, but for the sake of simplicity and this piece, we’ll say that they are. 

Words: 3,553 

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"No amount of pleases is going to change anyone's mind, Bruce. You need to keep away from that man," Alfred spoke, his tone one of hushed urgency as he ushered Bruce back to the Wayne's manor. "He's dangerous, and he had no reason to show up here and bother you like he did."

"But he wasn't bothering me. He was nice, he was -" 

"That's enough, Bruce. We don't know what his intentions were - I’m glad I got there when I did, and I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that he may come back. I'll tell your father what happened, and you need to stay inside for the rest of the night. Understood?" 

Alfred's question wasn't even a question - Bruce knew he wouldn’t be able to argue, even if he tried to. So like Alfred was it to tell him to do something and leave no room for opposition that Bruce didn’t even bother trying to explain that all the man did was dance for him; Alfred had only showed up at the wrong time, after the funny stuff had ended. He didn’t hurt him in even the slightest; if anything, the way Alfred had yanked the flower wand that he was given away bothered him more than anything else did. 

It wasn’t fair, Bruce thought. It wasn’t every day that a clown showed up - he was a clown, wasn’t he? The red nose, the magic trick, that’s what clowns do, right? - just to try and make him laugh. Sure he knew of clowns, but he never actually got to meet one before. Clowns were big news now, he knew from what was happening on the news and the conversations he overheard. People dressed as clowns were causing problems nowadays - maybe that’s why Alfred was so angry at the man? But it still didn’t make any sense to Bruce; the man didn’t seem loud, or angry, or foolish like the clowns causing problems were so often described as, no; he seemed the opposite - he almost seemed sad, the more Bruce thought about it. He seemed happy when Bruce told him his name, and he looked at Bruce like he knew him.

Did he know him? 

“...I’m Arthur,” the man had said.

He didn’t know anyone named Arthur, though.

It seemed like they wanted to keep something from him while they spoke, Alfred and Arthur; they were whispering, which is what people always did when they were telling secrets, but they were still loud enough that he could hear a little bit of what they were saying.

“My mother is …… She used to work here years ago,...”

“Thomas Wayne is my father.” 

Which was something that made no sense to Bruce. Thomas Wayne was his father, so he couldn’t be Arthur’s father, too, because then that would make them brothers - and he didn’t have any sisters or brothers. He never did; he was always alone, and being the only child of the Wayne’s was hard. It was so hard that more often than not, he wished he had an older brother to play with, like he saw in other families; it always looked so fun, but the closest thing to a brother he’s ever had was Alfred, and he was just their butler, and a butler wasn’t a brother. 

The more Alfred spoke with Arthur, the more upset Arthur seemed to get. He’d seemed so sure, so genuine in his statement that Thomas was his father, and when Alfred laughed - laughed! - in his face about it, that’s what really seemed to set Arthur off. Once Arthur had run off, Alfred refused to really answer any of Bruce’s questions, and he was left much more confused than he had initially been when first meeting Arthur.

Was his father also Arthur’s father? 

Did he have an older brother? One that his parents had kept secret from him, all this time?

Maybe. 

He kind of liked the idea of Arthur being his brother.

“I was just trying to make him smile.” Was what Arthur had said, and he seemed disappointed that he didn’t get Bruce to do so, just like he seemed upset that he was getting shouted at by Alfred for even trying, who then threatened to call the police despite there, at least in Bruce’s opinion, being no real reason to. Arthur hadn’t hurt him, despite Alfred thinking that he did. He did hurt Alfred, though - but he stopped, didn’t he? After grabbing Alfred like he had, the second he looked at Bruce and realized that he was still watching, he’d let go and run off without saying goodbye. Surely he couldn’t be that bad - truly bad people don’t just stop being bad like that. 

Alfred had told him to go upstairs to his room so that he and his father could speak and they’d know that Bruce was safe, but he didn’t want to go upstairs. He didn’t want to stay inside - what he wanted was to go back outside, to the gate, to see Arthur again. Alfred had said he might come back, didn’t he? What if he did? He was always taught to not talk to strangers, but he knew his name, and if Arthur really was his brother, then they weren’t really strangers then, were they? Besides, even if Arthur was dangerous, the gate had kept them separate. He wouldn’t be able to actually hurt him, which is something Bruce doubt he’d even want to do anyway.

After a minute of contemplation, once Alfred had left Bruce on his own in the foyer, he’d made up his mind. He didn’t care if anyone got mad at him for it, he was going to go see Arthur, his maybe-brother again. 

As soon as the coast was clear and everyone was preoccupied with talk about tomorrow’s benefit, Bruce slipped out the door, walking as quickly as he could down the pathway that branched out from the front of the manor to the large iron gates at the far end. Though his heart sank when he realized that Arthur wasn’t there, he figured that he just had to be patient; if he waited long enough then surely Arthur would come back - Alfred said that he would, and he tended to be right about a lot of things.

Aside from whether or not Arthur would come back and when, Bruce wasn’t sure what they could even talk about. He wondered how old Arthur was - he looked a lot older than Bruce was, which just made him wonder even more; if they have the same father, did they have the same mother then, too? Why did his parents hide that he might have an older brother from him? He’d have to ask Arthur when - if - he came back. Arthur was an adult, and adults usually knew all of the answers to things. 

He’d lost track of time in regard to how long he’d been out waiting in the manor’s playground before he saw movement far out on the other side of the gate. Arthur was brave for coming back, Bruce thought, and given by his slow, almost hesitant, footsteps did Bruce assume that Arthur was very reluctant about doing so, in fear that Alfred may call the police like he said he would if he was caught again.

But Bruce was glad that he came back, and he hoped that the reason he did so was that they could meet each other - for real this time.

As if to mirror their first encounter, Bruce slid down the fireman’s pole that was at the end of the playhouse before making his way around the bushes that lined the fence, once again returning to the main gate where Arthur was waiting for him. 

"Are you really a clown?" Was the first thing Bruce asked once Arthur knelt down, his hands coming to rest on the bars of the gate that separated them once more. He no longer had his red nose on and the wand of flowers was long gone, having been thrown somewhere, but that didn’t matter. 

“I am - it’s what I do for work.” Arthur smiled softly up at him. “Do you like clowns?” 

“I’ve never met one before. Only you. Where’s your nose?” Bruce asked, a question which Arthur hummed bemusedly at before he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the aforementioned ball of foam.

“Right here,” His fingers lightly brushed against its surface as he looked down at it, seemingly lost in thought for a second. Before Bruce could ask what he was doing though, slowly did Arthur reach through the gate and hold the prop out to him. “But you can have it.”

Bruce was hesitant to take it - if Arthur was really a clown, then didn’t he need it?

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked once he took it from him, feeling awfully curious about the ball as he turned it over in his hand, taking care to not squeeze it. He’d never actually got to see one of the things in person before, let alone touch one, and right away did he thank Arthur for it.

Bruce was a bit doubtful of Arthur’s nod of affirmation, though. If Arthur really was a clown, then didn’t he need it for work? It reminded him of the time he’d asked his father if he could have a special stamp that he saw him use a lot; one that left a seal reading their family name on whatever it was pressed onto, and he’d thought it was the coolest thing - but no, his father had told him, he needed it for work. He’d given him a smaller, less important one, but it wasn’t the same. 

He figured that if Arthur was giving him the real thing, the one he needed for work, then that meant that Arthur must’ve been really kind and generous, two things Bruce’s parents always tried to teach him to be.

“Bruce? Are - ”

 “Are you really my brother?”

He felt bad for interrupting Arthur, but he couldn’t hold his question back anymore. He wanted to know the truth so, so badly - and he was hopeful; hopeful that not only would Arthur would say yes, yes he really was his brother, but that he wanted to be, too. 

“ - ‘Cause if you are, then you don’t really look a lot like me.” 

The way Arthur let out a laugh at Bruce’s comment surprised him, and for a second he wondered if maybe he said the wrong thing. Arthur looked much, much older than he did and not only that, but their hair, their eyes, even their noses looked so different that Bruce doubt anyone would be able to tell that they were related at all! It was something that had bothered him a bit, since he’d first learned that Arthur may or may not be his brother; people who were related were supposed to look alike, at least a little bit, and he didn’t look much like Arthur, unlike his friends and their brothers.

The more he thought about it, the more jealous of some of his friends he felt; neither of them, neither Bruce nor Arthur, had any siblings (or maybe Arthur did, but Bruce hadn’t any idea), and neither of them really seemed all too happy, when Bruce really thought about it. He was the only child of the Wayne’s, and though it seemed like Arthur didn’t have nearly as much money as they did, both of them knew what it was like to be lonely. The whole concept of even having a brother was wildly intimidating and equally as confusing for him, and he wondered if Arthur felt the same way.

“It’s all new for me, too, you know.” Arthur spoke up after a moment of silence from both of them, getting Bruce’s attention. “I’ve never had any brothers or sisters before, either. It’s always just been me and my mom, and I don’t think I really look a lot like her, either.” 

“I don’t know why my parents would hide it from me, though… They always tell me to tell the truth, so why would they lie, then?” 

Arthur seemed hesitant to answer this, given by how his gaze fell to the ground for a moment, and Bruce wondered if maybe Arthur didn’t understand it all too much, either.

“Honestly, I don’t get it either,” Arthur’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know it until just the other day. I think maybe they were worried how people would react to it since… since we’re so - different.” 

“But if you’ve never had a brother before, and I’ve never had a brother before, then we really aren’t so different, I don’t think. You’re just a lot older than I am. I could just ask them, then maybe... - do you think they’d tell me?”

“To be honest, I don’t think they’d tell anyone.” Arthur said with a slight shrug. “Sometimes adults keep secrets, secrets they don’t want anyone to know about, that they wouldn’t tell anyone. They probably think it’s better for you to… not know.” 

Something about the way Arthur spoke made Bruce wonder how much he really knew about the situation; he spoke like he was uncertain about what he was saying, like he might’ve been wrong, or like he didn’t want to say what he really thought. 

“But you’re here now, and you’re an adult, right? You could just go and ask them and then they’d have to tell you, too.”

Arthur chuckled at this. “I don’t think it would work out that way, really. They don’t really know me very well, and besides… I think right now, I’d rather talk to you for a little bit longer, if that’s okay with you.” 

Now this, Bruce really perked up at. Usually people only wanted to talk to his parents - not him. His parents, his dad, especially, were the really important ones, so it wasn’t very common for people to have more interest in talking to him than to them, and when they were, usually his parents were really strict about it. 

“A lot of people in Gotham are dangerous, Bruce.” His father would say. “So don’t talk to strangers, alright? I know you understand, you’re smart, so be safe, okay?”

“Really? I want to talk to you more, too, but I don’t want you to get in trouble if anyone sees,” Bruce said, and he could feel the worry in himself growing. Alfred was serious when he threatened to call the police; it wouldn’t be the first time they would have called the police on someone who was there when they shouldn’t have been, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but Bruce didn’t want it to be a time at all. Arthur wasn’t hurting anyone, and if anything, he felt it was unfair for his parents to keep them apart now that they had met. “I don’t know how we could talk more than this, though. My parents don’t like me going outside of the yard by myself.”

“I think this is okay, for now.” Arthur said, and Bruce figured that he probably was too nervous to talk a whole lot more, or that he didn’t know what else they could talk about, either.

“What kind of things are you supposed to do with your brother, anyway?” He almost felt a bit silly for asking such a thing, but it wasn’t like he really knew; he knew brothers played together, but how? Roughhousing, maybe, as his parents would call it, but there had to be other ways they spent time together - easier things, that maybe him and Arthur could do.

“Oh, well, they play games together, I think. What kind of games do you like, Bruce?”

That was a question Bruce had to think about; he never really had time to play many games. He had an Atari, a clunky thing really, but he was only able to play a little bit of it every day - his parents always said something about it being unhealthy to play video games too much. Him and his friends would play, sometimes, mostly board games - but him and Arthur couldn’t play any of those right now. Aside from that, he really spent most of his time with his parents, or in the manor’s playground, reading.

“I don’t play a lot, really. I can’t play video games too much, and when I’m with friends we only play board games - but I read a lot, though. Do you like to read?” Oh, he hoped Arthur liked to read! It was one of his favorite ways to spend time, so if Arthur liked to read, too, then that would mean they’d have something to talk about! 

Much to his disappointment, though, Arthur seemed almost embarrassed to be asked this. He sighed, his mouth opening and closing a few times as if he were trying to work out what he wanted to say. 

“I... don’t read a lot. It’s been a long time, actually. What do you like to read?” 

“Comics! And some other books, too. My parents always get me a lot - they say reading is good for you. My favorite one is about a kid who ends up in a troubled kingdom and he has to save it. I’ve read it more than any other book.” Bruce was excited now; he loved to talk about this sort of thing, and it wasn’t everyday that someone asked him about it. He couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Arthur didn’t read, though - but honestly, that just meant that if they got closer then maybe he could share his books with him. He’d like them, Bruce thought. They were fun, some were even funny, and Arthur looked like he could use some cheering up. “Maybe one day you can read it. I think you’d really like the other stories, too.”

“Do you think so? I’d like that a lot.” 

Silence slowly crept in, and their conversation began to dwindle after that point. It was getting late, and Bruce knew that sooner than later he’d have to go back inside before anyone noticed that he was gone, and Arthur would have to leave before anyone came looking and saw that he was back. While he didn’t want Arthur to get in trouble, he didn’t want him to leave, either, and his heart sank the more he thought about it.

“I don’t want you to leave, I wish you could stay. You really don’t think my parents would talk to you?” He made no effort to hide his disappointment as he spoke, and he wrapped his hands around the bars of the gate, squeezing. He wished he could just pull them open and left Arthur in.

Arthur’s breath hitched, and with the way he tore his eyes away from Bruce’s and tightened his hold on the gate into a harsh grip made Bruce think that he was about to cry. 

“I... wish I didn’t have to go either, but my mother is home alone and I need to go see her, I try to take good care of her, she needs me - and it’s getting late now.” He still didn’t look up, and instead kept his focus on the ground between them. “You should probably go back”

Though he wanted protest - he wanted to stay out and talk longer - the last of the walkway lights came on which did nothing but confirm Arthur’s observation regarding the time. His parents would be looking for him, soon, and he didn’t want them to know he’d secretly gone out - nor did he want Arthur to get in trouble again.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll see you again, later, right? Please?” His voice was pleading as he looked at Arthur, who had gotten up from his spot.

“...Of course.”

Deep down, something told Bruce that it wasn’t going to happen, though. When would he even get the chance? Surely his parents would be keeping an eye on him more often now, and Alfred definitely would be much more watchful and probably insist that he stay inside more often than not. His parents were already very careful about who Bruce interacted with, and it didn’t take a genius to know that they’d probably be more so now, now that Alfred told them about his scuffle with Arthur. 

Before he could say anything else, though, Arthur turned around and left, his steps hurried as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Bruce debated on shouting for him, asking for him to come back, but the droplets of water that landed on his cheeks told him that it was starting to rain and that he needed to get back inside or else he’d get too wet to hide the fact that he’d sneaked out.

His steps began to quicken and he was practically running as the rain began to pour down on his way back to the house, and he took special care to keep one hand tucked underneath the chest of his jacket, wrapped tightly around the red clown nose Arthur had given him. He had more questions now than he did before, but they could wait. They could wait until he saw Arthur again.

... If he ever saw him again.

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Queen of Hearts (Ch. 32)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: None

Note: One more chapter and maybe a bonus if you guys are lucky! 

Word Count: 4,550

Summary: Emma and Drake hide out in the states from the press. Drake finally gets to meet Emma’s parents! And finally, the big return! How will things in Cordonia be for Drake and Emma after avoiding it for months? 

Chapter 32: Bad Karma - Ida Maria 

You better believe in karma Baby it's gonna sting The wheel of life's gonna do you in So I don't really have to do a thing You took me outta my money You messed up my love life and my career You better believe in karma Guess it's gonna start getting weird right here

Bad karma (oh, yeah) Baby that's what you got Bad karma (oh, yeah) Whether you believe it or not The universe is gonna getcha You'll be scratchin' the seven year itch You know what I think? Bad karma's a bitch

When they landed in Texas Emma felt her stomach rolling, she was nervous about meeting Drake's mom for the first time. He sensed her nerves and squeezed her hand leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“You don't need to be nervous.”

“How much did you tell her Drake? What if she hates me?” Emma looked around for a trash can, she felt like she was going to be sick.

“She knew about our arrangement with Liam, that's it. She's the one who told me to get my ass on a plane and come back, trust me she's going to love you.” Emma nodded and let Drake pull her along, waving at a woman with long black hair.

“You must be Emma! Drake's told me so much about yo-” she reached out to pull Emma into a hug, but Emma bolted to the nearest trash can, and got sick. Drake came over and held her hair, Bianca awkwardly standing back.

“Oh my god. She's gonna hate me.” Emma groaned as Drake rubbed her back, passing her a tissue.

“Your pregnant Walker, she's not going to be mad at you for that. She's going to be happy she's going to have another grandkid.” Emma wiped her mouth and straightened up, walking back over to his mom.

“Sorry. It's so nice to meet you!”

“You feeling alright darling?” Emma smiled.

“Just fine, airplane food.” Bianca smiled knowingly but stayed silent. Bianca drove them to her ranch and grilled Emma.

“Okay Mom, I think that's enough. You're going to scare her away.” Emma gave Drake a thankful look.

“I wouldn't have all these questions if you had brought her here at some point! You've been married for three years and this is the first time I'm meeting her.”

“Mom.” Drake's voice got a warning tone.

“It's fine Drake. I wish we could've visited before, circumstances just didn't allow it.” An awkward silence fell over them as they drove up to the ranch. Drake grabbed their suitcases, Bianca and Emma hung back in the kitchen.

“Want something to eat or drink?” Emma shook her head and Bianca raised an eyebrow.

“Stomach still upset or something else maybe? You're glowing dear. Does Drake know? I saw Liam's announcement, I'm sure you have a lot to talk about if you didn't talk on the plane.” Emma's eyes grew wide.

“I uh, yeah he knows. We do have a lot to talk about, but I had an idea I was hoping you could help me with.” Drake descended the stairs and heard Emma and Bianca speaking in hushed tones.

“Mom, I'm going to give Walker a tour.” Drake grabbed Emma's hand.

“Why do you call her Walker like it's her name?” Drake rolled his eyes.

“It's nothing, just our thing. Anyways, we'll see you for dinner.” Drake dragged her out of the house and helped her onto a horse. They slowly rode together across the entire property, it was breathtaking and a literal breath of fresh air to the palace and press constantly following her.

“This is beautiful Drake!” He looked over at Emma and she was the happiest he had seen her in years. Of course, she had been happy they got back together and after their moment on the plane, but this was different, a more carefree kind of happy, the kind of happy she had been right after they had gotten married.

“We should stay here Drake, leave it all behind.” he sighed.

“Walker, I love this place and I love you. Cordonia is our home though.” Emma knew he was right, but she didn't want to go back. Ever.

“Drake I… I don't know that I can go back. After everything. New York was my home for a long time, I love Cordonia, but I missed the states.” Drake pulled his horse over, so he was right next to her and squeezed her hand.

“I get why you're afraid, I do. Cordonia was my home though, my mom didn't move here until Savannah and I were adults. Besides, you can't run from Liam or the press forever, you have responsibilities in Cordonia like your duchy. Not only that, but think of our friends, you know Maxwell and Hana wouldn't let you stay away too long. I'm not saying we have to leave tomorrow or anything, but we will have to go back eventually.” Emma groaned.

“I know. I want to have the baby here though Drake, I want privacy. I don't need the press breathing down our necks, I want our baby to grow up like a normal kid, just like we talked about.”

“I think we can make that happen Walker.” Drake smiled and leaned over to give her a kiss before they continued the tour.

They stayed in Texas with his mom for a month, Emma loved spending time with Bianca, but she was driving Drake crazy, and Emma's sex drive had been low, partially because of all the nausea that seemed to hit her at every time of day, and also because Biana was just down the hall and the bed wasn't exactly the quietest, it squeaked any time one of them turned over. Emma still wasn't ready to go and face the press though, she had seen headlines and they were still about her and Liam. Wondering where she had gone, who she was with, how Liam was handling the fact that she had run off with his baby, if it even was his baby. That was her favorite headline. The unstable American duchess who couldn't handle the pressure of being Queen. Drake snatched her phone from her before she could read another on the plane to New York.

“Hey!”

“Walker you shouldn't bother. The press is like vultures, they're as bad as the ladies at court.”

“They're right Drake! I couldn't handle it and I ran off.” Drake rolled his eyes.

“No Walker. We're taking a break, taking time for us, time we never got to have. We're planning a wedding, getting ready for a baby, there's nothing unstable about it.” Emma snuggled up against Drake.

“You're right. I just, I guess it bothers me that they still haven't left me alone like Liam asked.”

“We'll figure it out together Walker. For now, we should worry about making new memories in New York, happy memories.”

“I want you to meet my parents too.” Drake's brows knit together in confusion as he looked down at her.

“I thought-” Drake didn't finish the sentence, the one time he had asked about her family hadn't gone well. All she said was that she had no living relatives.

“They are. They're dead, but their graves are here, I know they would've loved you. Even if you can't meet them, I still want to take you. I know it sounds dumb, but I used to go and talk to them, I haven't been since before I met you. A lot's happened since then.”

“I don't think it sounds dumb at all. I'd love to meet your parents.” They were renting a tiny studio apartment on a monthly basis, it took them a couple weeks, but they had settled in well. Emma took a deep breath and smoothed over the black dress she was wearing, she was going to take Drake to her parents graves and she was nervous about it. Drake sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.

“Are you ready?” Emma nodded and let out a deep breath grabbing Drake's hand. He grabbed some flowers off the table and they hailed a cab to the cemetery. Drake climbed out and helped Emma out, he began walking in a general direction, stopping when he felt resistance. He looked back and saw Emma standing still, clearly nervous.

“Emma?”

“I’m scared Drake.” She shook her head, her breathing shallow and uneven.

“What's scaring you?”

“I've never taken someone to my parents graves. I haven't been here in four years Drake. I'm an awful daughter.” Drake pulled her in close and kissed her forehead.

“No, you're not. You were living your life, you're here now with your husband and our unborn baby. They'll be so happy and proud of you and how far you've come. I want to meet them; can you show me now?” Emma nodded and took a deep breath to steel her nerves.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad. I know it's been awhile, I'm sorry. I didn't forget about you, I've just been busy. I got married to the most wonderful man ever, Drake. He's here with me and...and we're having a baby. I love you, and I miss you so much.” She choked back a sob as Drake stepped up and laid the flowers down at both headstones clearing his throat.

“I, uh. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, I'm Drake, your son-in-law. I'm sorry I never got to meet you, but I'm so incredibly grateful for you both, for the wonderful daughter you raised and that I got the privilege to marry. I'm sure you had an idea of what kind of man you wanted your daughter to end up with, and I uh, I'm going to try and be that man. I hope that I can be a good father and raise this baby so, it turns out to be as amazing as a person as your daughter.” Emma felt tears sting her eyes, she didn't think it was possible to love Drake more than she already did, but after hearing him talk to her parents that’s exactly what happened. Drake, who had been kneeling stood back up and looked at Emma wiping a tear.

“Walker? What's wrong?” She smiled and grabbed his hand, keeping it against her cheek and leaning into his touch.

“Nothing,” she whispered, “I just love you so much. Thank you for coming with me today.”

“Of course, Walker. I love you and this baby, I'm glad you let me meet your parents.” Drake rested a hand on the tiny bump there and grabbed her hand.

“Bye mom, bye dad. I love you, I'll come visit more often. Maybe I'll have your grandkid with us next time.” They strolled hand in hand back towards the road, a content silence between them.

“Car accident.”

“What?”

“They died in a car accident. I was 20. The roads were icy one night on their way home from dinner, it was just a freak accident.”

“I'm sorry Emma.” She smiled and squeezed his hand.

“It's okay Drake. It's been ten years, I'm just really glad you got to meet them.”

“Maybe when we get back to Cordonia, we can visit my dad, you can talk to him. I haven't been in a while. He would've loved you, and to know that he would've been a grandpa, he'd be over the moon like Bastien.”

“I'd like that a lot Drake, I want to thank Jackson for giving me such an incredible husband.” Emma chuckled.

They stayed in New York for two months, Emma knew they needed to return to Cordonia. Their friends had been respectful of needed space, but they were starting to grow worried and more insistent, she was ready to face them all though. They flew into Cordonia late at night without telling anyone, going straight to their cabin. The next day after they had let everyone know they'd returned, they went to Valtoria. Hana had been holding down the fort, but it was time for Emma to step in again. Neither of them had spoken to Liam since they left, Emma was mad that he had done nothing to tell the press to leave her name out of the headlines, that it wasn't his baby she was carrying. They hadn't spoken to Olivia either, while Olivia and Emma were still friends, it was awkward because of Liam. That day they received a message from a royal carrier, Liam was hosting a ball in honor of her return and offering her a chance to publicly be announced at court with Drake if they wanted.

This was everything she had wanted and fought for during her time as Queen, but now that it was here she was unsure. Drake never wanted to be a Duke, in the eyes of Cordonia they weren't even actually married as they'd never filed any paperwork. She was pregnant with his baby out of wedlock, just another rumor for the press to run rampant with, she couldn't hide it either. She had a visible bump now no matter what she wore, it was small, but unmistakable, besides the press already knew she was pregnant. They decided to go on the condition that press wasn't allowed in, Liam agreed. The night of the ball Emma chose a dark blue gown that was off the shoulder, beading under both breasts. It hugged her curves, but wasn't tight, it was a perfect fit and it showed off her bump which Drake loved. He wore a new suit that matched, also dark blue with the pink tie he had worn to her wedding to Liam. She straightened his tie and they walked out hand in hand, but before they even got to the car they were flooded with camera flashes.

“Your grace over here!”

“Your grace, are you with Drake Walker? The Kings best friend?”

“Your grace, is he the father of your baby?”

“How does King Liam feel about this? Does he know he's not the father?”

“How long has this been happening your grace?”

“Was the weight of the crown too much?”

“Why did you lie to the people for so long?” They fired off question after question. Emma felt dizzy, so many familiar faces from previous social events. One man, the one who always wore his ball cap backwards got in her face. Emma stumbled back, and Drake caught her.

“Get out of here! Leave us alone! Can't you see she needs some space!” Drake yelled, but his voice was drowned out.

“Are you the father?”

“You're wearing a ring! Did you secretly get married while you were gone?” Emma's head was spinning, it felt hard to breath, she couldn't see because of all the camera flashes.

“GIVE HER SOME SPACE! SHE'S PREGNANT!” Drake helped Emma steady herself and made a path through the press to the car. Emma didn't feel like she could breathe again until she couldn't hear or see the paparazzi anymore. Drake was disheveled and sweaty casting worried glances over at her.

“Vultures. Don't they have anything better to do than worry about other people's lives. Hell! Liam asked them so give you some space.” Emma rested her hand on Drake's, the last thing she needed was him all worked up, they still had to face Liam and the rest of court for the first time since the announcement about the divorce. They arrived at the palace, but neither of them moved, Drake watched Emma closely.

“Do you still want to do this Walker? We can turn around.” Emma shook her head and opened the door taking a deep breath.

“Let's do this.” Emma climbed out first and waited for Drake, they walked into the palace together. Emma whispered to the herald how to announce them to the rest of the guests, they were the last to arrive.

“The guest of honor! Duchess Emma Walker and Duke Drake Walker.” The ballroom was silent for just a moment before murmurs rippled the crowd. Emma forced a smile and grabbed Drake's arm walking down into the ballroom, Emma caught Liam’s gaze, Drake avoided it. Their friends quickly found them, asking all sorts of questions, but mostly excited to see them. Bartie came rushing up to them and wrapped his arms around Drake's legs before going to Emma's, he had gotten so big. Their hearts swelled looking at him, they couldn't wait for that, it wouldn't be long now. Slowly but surely people stopped whispering and started to approach, Kiara first. Drake grabbed Emma's wrist and placed himself slightly between the women, he didn't trust either of them not to start something.

“Duchess Emma, Drake, I'm surprised to see you again.” Drake could feel the hate rolling off Emma.

“It's Duke Drake actually.” Emma pursed her lips.

“Of course,” she cleared her throat, “I wanted to apologize for my behavior before you left court. Madeleine started all the rumors and was practically forcing me onto Drake. I, uh, assume congratulations are in order.” She raised an eyebrow at Emma's belly.

“I think you should leave Kiara. I don't like what you're implying about my wife.” Drake snapped.

“Non, just a misunderstanding. I'm sure there are many people who want to talk to you though.” Kiara stepped away and Emma rolled her eyes turning to Drake. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms.

“Are you ready to sneak off yet?” Emma chuckled and looked around.

“Absolutely, but all eyes are on us. We'd never make it out of here.”

“Screw it. Let 'em see.” Drake pulled Emma close and dipped her for a kiss, he pulled away when he felt her smile against his lips.

“Where did that come from marshmallow?”

“I've wanted to do that since the homecoming ball, now I can, and I don't plan on wasting a second.” Someone cleared their throat behind them and they turned to see Liam and Olivia standing there. Emma and Drake both stiffened, Drake and Liam hadn't seen each other since Drake had punched him. Emma made the first move, smiling and giving Olivia a hug before nodding politely to Liam.

“Thank you for this ball Liam.”

“Of course. Has everyone been polite?” Drake scoffed behind them.

“Just peachy.”

“How's Lucian?”

“What does he mean? Has someone bothered you?” Drake laughed incredulously.

“The entire court has been staring at us all night, the press practically attacked us outside of our estate in Valtoria. So much for calling off the watchdogs.” Olivia stepped up ready to snap back, but Liam grabbed her arm.

“It's okay Liv,” Liam turned to Drake, “I'm sorry that's happened. I'll be speaking to them first time tomorrow. I know it might be hard to believe, but I've changed, and I want to make up for all the pain I inflicted on you both. Please, let me know if I can do anything for you. I know things can probably never go back to the way they were, but I'd like to try.” He held out his hand and Drake looked at it and walked away. Liam sighed and dropped his hand.

“Give him some time Liam. We're both working on our forgiveness, maybe some of us more than others.” Emma pursed her lips and glanced back at Drake.

“I should go after him, it was good to see you again Olivia. Liam. We'll have to catch up, chat about Lucian.” Olivia beamed.

“Yes, he's doing well. We can talk about it later though, go.” Emma chased after Drake and felt all eyes follow her as she left the ballroom. She found him outside by an empty bar cart.

“Hey, ready to get out of here?”

“I'm sorry Walker. We can go back in there, I just needed a minute.”

“It's fine Drake.”

“He just, I can't believe him! After all the shit he pulled now he's asking for forgiveness? Saying he's changed!” He ran a hand through his hair angrily and paced.

“Drake,” Emma stepped in his path and put her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her, “I hated him. Hated. I do think he's changed, and I think we should give him a chance. He was your best friend. I can’t stand the thought that I had anything to do with you guys drifting apart, so please think about it okay?” He held her gaze for a moment, his eyes softening.

“You never cease to amaze me, let's get back in there. It's your ball after all.” Emma leaned in for a slow, passionate kiss.

“No. Let's go home Drake, back to the cabin.” She let her hands trail down his chest and over his crotch, Drake instantly responding.

“Absolutely. Let's go.” He grabbed her hand and they ran off to the car. The next morning Emma woke before Drake and looked over at him, his hair was a mess and he was on his side facing where Emma had been moments ago, his face squished against the pillow, an arm out on her side of the bed. She had been laying in his embrace for almost an hour, she couldn't lie still anymore, but she didn't mind watching him for a minute before making coffee. He looked younger, happier, so much more handsome when he wasn't wearing his signature scowl. She snapped a picture and wandered downstairs, turning on the news as she waited for the coffee to brew. There was breaking news, Liam was holding a press conference.

“About three months ago, I stood before you and told you Lady Emma and I were getting a divorce and I asked you to respect her privacy, though I never gave you a reason why. Well you have dragged her name through the mud and you cornered her and her companion last night at her home. That is not respectful to her or anyone else! I am horrified by this, what our media has become. I offer you a deal, leave Lady Emma alone, leave her out of this. Leave my son and Lady Olivia out of this, and I will give you a tell all interview. If anyone so much as looks at one of them or speaks of one of them, then the deal is off. You've got 24 hours to think about it. Thank you.” The press was silent and then began clambering after him.

“Drake!” Emma hollered, he came racing downstairs panicked.

“What? Is it the baby? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine. Watch this.” She rewound the press conference for him and got them both a cup of coffee.

“Wow.”

“I think he's changed Drake.”

“Maybe.” Emma's phone began to ring, and she saw it was Liam calling. She frowned but answered anyways. Drake watched her like a hawk over his cup of coffee as she took a seat at the kitchen counter. When she hung up he looked at her expectantly.

“Well? What did he want?”

“He wanted to know how much I was okay with him sharing, if he should mention you if asked. The media already figured it out anyways. I'd rather have the record set straight than another fake headline floating around.” Drake nodded, he hated the idea of being in the public eye and everyone knowing their secret, but that was part of the territory and a small price to pay for being with the woman he loved.

Olivia paced back and forth in front of Liam as he bounced their son in his arms.

“Liv.” She held her hand up to stop him. He had mentioned the night before telling the press to lay off Emma and Drake, but he failed to mention it would include a tell all interview.

“What were you thinking? Oh wait, you weren't! This will reflect badly on you, me, them, our son! I can't believe you! Still bending over backwards to please the American.” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Olivia that's enough!” She stopped and looked at Liam, he had used his king voice, he never used that voice with her.

“This isn't about Emma, it involves her, but it's not about her. This is about us. I'm tired of seeing headlines about you wrecking my 'marriage’ or hearing rumors whispered around court. People calling our son a bastard child! Honesty is the best way to go about this and what we should've done from the beginning, but I'm going to fix it. I don't want our son growing up hearing these things about his parents or himself. It's all gone on long enough.” She considered his words, knowing he was right.

“Well, this all could've been prevented if you didn't need the shiniest new toy every time.” Liam smiled, he knew Olivia and Emma were friends, but Olivia had some lingering jealousy.  

“Liv, you know I only have eyes for you.” She rolled her eyes, he always said that though. She snatched Lucian out of his arms and turned her back on him.

“Liv.” She didn't answer. “Olivia.”

“What?!” She snapped and turned around. Liam was there on one knee smiling up at her.

“Olivia Nevrakis, I have known you for as long as I can remember, you have been a staple in my life and I regret that I didn't recognize sooner just how perfect you are for me. Liv, you are the Queen of my heart and I want you to be by my side forever as the Queen of Cordonia. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” She was speechless, she and Liam had discussed the future before, but it never really involved marriage talk, it focused more on their son. Their relationship had been a kind of slow burn, building up the more tension that grew between Emma and Liam. The silence built between them and Liam began to get a sense of déjà vu.

“Liv?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes! I'll marry you Liam.” He stood up to slip the ring on her finger and went in for a kiss, but she held up a hand to his lips and he frowned.

“I'm keeping my last name though.” Liam chuckled and leaned in to kiss her, this time she allowed it.

“I would expect nothing less Queen Nevrakis-Rhys.”

“Good, now go get ready for your interview.” She pushed him away with one hand before slapping his butt. Liam jumped surprised.

“Just enjoying knowing you're all mine now.” Liam took a deep breath in the palace boutique and out on his best suit before having his hair and makeup done. He was nervous, palms sweating as walked up to the podium in the press room. They fired question after question at him, but he had been expecting them all.

“So, you're saying that Lady Emma was unfaithful to you after you cheated on her?” Liam suppressed an eyeroll.

“No. Lady Emma and I had an arrangement. Our friends were in danger and I needed the Cordonian people's support. I knew that they loved her and trusted her, and so I asked her to marry me, it was then I learned she was in love with someone else. I suggested that she could be with who she wanted, as long as she agreed to play the role of my wife for the cameras and in turn she let me be with Lady Olivia who I love dearly and has agreed to marry me.”

“What about Lady Emma's baby? Are you saying that you're not the father?” Again, he had to suppress an eye roll.

“Do you not feel betrayed by your best friend? Is Drake Walker the father of the baby?”  

“No, I do not feel betrayed, and yes Duke Drake Walker is the father of his wife's baby. I'm very happy for them both. This interview is over now.” Liam stood and left the press room.

Next Time: It’s been a year since Emma and Drake returned to Cordonia! What are they up to now? Has everything gone smoothly? 

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