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eternally-racing · 3 months

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meet me at midnight | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

wc: 1k

summary: even though you're sick, new year's eve is definitely a night you and lando want to remember.

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“You have to go, Lan, everyone’s expecting you” you say while attempting to hide the congestion in your voice. It’s all futile though, since your ruby red nose and all too evident fever are giving you away.

It’s New Year’s Eve and the two of you had planned on spending it together in Bali. It was a compromise of sorts. You got your quiet Christmas at home, while Lando was so excited to show you all his best DJ moves to close out the year. The only hiccup in the plan so far is that you had come down with one of the worst colds you’d experienced all year, leaving you absolutely cocooned under the blankets of your shared hotel room.

Of course Lando wants to stay with you, he’s a gentleman after all. The two of you are still trying to keep things quiet with your relationship; that means no joint entries into the paddock, no lavish vacations on a yacht, and most of all trying to keep things looking as “business as usual” in your personal social media accounts. People were already starting to question things, and Lando not making an appearance with his besties while everyone knows he’s in Bali would definitely raise too many red flags. It’s only when you threaten to get out of bed and iron his button down shirt yourself (it’s your favorite on him, and he knows that), does Lando come to terms with the fact that he’s leaving you behind to go party. It makes him feel a little sick in his stomach and you can see him almost change his mind at least half a dozen times before he makes it out the door, and it’s only after a mountain of air kisses and a promise to come back the minute you text him that you need him that he finally walks out the door.

You’re not sure how long he’s been gone, but you can definitely still hear the party booming just miles away from your room. The toxic combination of advil and dehydration has left a pounding in your head that’s only compounded by the bass booming through your sheets, and the amount that you’re writhing in bed is almost enough to have you text Lando to come back. The minute you pick up your phone you see a cute video Martin sent of your man in the DJ booth looking like he’s having the time of his life, and that’s enough to make you change your mind. Seeing Lando happy made you happy enough, and if he was here the only thing he would do is probably just get himself sick.

After drifting in and out of consciousness for a while you feel the side of the bed dip next to you and a pair of warm arms circle around you. Lando’s giggling a little to himself as he presses his face into your shoulder, and the ticklish feeling is enough to bring you further out of your slumber and roll over towards him. You can tell that Lando is still wearing the same shirt as you grasp at the buttons. He has that soft smile on his face that you just love seeing, his eyes fluttering open and shut as he tries to fight off sleep to look at you. On a normal night you would definitely chastise him for not brushing his teeth or changing his clothes before getting into bed, but it is honestly so nice to have him back and you tell him exactly that. As a response Lando only tries to bring your bodies even closer to each other, burying his head into your neck as he entangles your limbs together.

“Lan, baby I love you but you reek of tequila right now” you groaned as you stretched your back out slightly. The smell itself is enough to make your nausea return and you keep your nose shut with your fingers while you lift his head away from your body,

All of a sudden you feel Lando’s roaming hands freeze on your body and it immediately has you worried something’s wrong. You reach out to touch his cheek again but instead it looks like your boyfriend has seen a ghost.

“You…love me?” Lando whispers out.

Shit. this is absolutely not how you meant for this to happen. I guess that's what love is like - perfectly imperfect and never how you expect it. The words had been on the tip of your tongue for weeks now but you just didn’t know the right moment to say it, but it looks like while your brain was overthinking it your heart had decided to blurt it out.

You can feel your own face start to heat up, and this time it’s not from your fever. “Yeah, I love you Lando” You can barely keep eye contact with the blue-eyed boy across from you as you say it.

There’s barely a beat of silence between you two and you’re about to launch into a mini rant about how he shouldn't feel any pressure to say it back and that it kind of slipped out when Lando scoops you into his arms. Before you know it he’s laughing and he’s kissing you and there’s fireworks happening between you two that can’t even be rivaled by the lights show that you can see streaming in through your window.

“Can I show you how much I love you, baby?” is all Lando has to ask before you give in, all goals of trying to keep your distance to stop him from getting sick having gone out the window.

And when Lando wakes up with a cold the next day, you’re right there next to him taking care of him. He’s the one you love, after all.

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author's note: fun fact this was the very first formula 1 fic i ever wrote! it's making an appearance today because i've been so crazy busy this week and haven't been able to write a ton of new stuff :( so excited to get some more writing done this weekend! Love you all, thank you so much for reading! Until next time - Em <;3

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starkwlkr · 11 months

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Could we have a fic where Charles misses Ruby because she's at a sleepover and all he wants to do is go and get her

girls just wanna have fun | charles leclerc

girl dad charles back at it again 🫶🏼

When Ruby got home from school, she immediately started packing a bag. Her best friend, Mila, was having a slumber party and Mila had invited Ruby. Charles was home since F1 had no upcoming race so he was confused when Ruby didn’t give him his kiss on the cheek she usually gives him when he’s home. The little girl ran straight to her bedroom and started packing.

Y/n entered their home with the stroller, Baby Mathéo was inside peacefully sleeping. Charles greeted his wife and placed a kiss on her lips.

“What’s wrong with our daughter?” He asked.

“She’s been invited to her first sleepover. You remember her best friend Mila? She’s having her classmates over at her house and Ruby got invited.” Y/n replied, carefully taking Mathéo out of his stroller.

“So she’s going to be sleeping at someone else’s house?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much how a sleepover works.” Y/n nodded.

“Let me rephrase that. She’s going to be sleeping in a house that isn’t ours or maman’s house or Lorenzo’s. Amour, she’s never been separated from us for a day.” Charles explained as he took Mathéo from Y/n’s arms.

“You travel all the time, Charles, that’s your job.”

“You know what I mean. We won’t be there with her. Are you sure she’s going to make it through the night? She should just here with us.” When Ruby was two, she spent three months sleeping in Y/n and Charles’ bed because she didn’t want to be away from them.

“I talked to Ruby on the way here and she said she’s going to okay. Charles, she’s growing up. Next thing you know, she’s going to be ditching us for her friends on a trip to Spain!” Y/n teased, but saw how Charles was upset about his little girl leaving for the night. “Sweetheart, she’s going to be fine. We know Mila’s parents so we know she’s in good hands. Plus, we won’t be kid free. We still have our little Théo here.” Y/n chuckled as Thèo reached for his mother.

“But if our phones ring just once-”

“I know, Charles, you’re going to go pick her up.”

“I’m ready!” Ruby ran to the front door dragging her barbie bag that had clothes falling out.

“See? Our baby is excited! Ruby, come here so mama can fix your clothes.” Y/n called out to the excited four year old.

All Charles could do was watch his daughter leave the house. He was happy that at least she had friends who were kind enough to invite her over for sleepovers, but he was worried. Was he overreacting? He didn’t think so.

“Do you want to come with us?” Y/n asked Charles.

Charles looked down at the baby in his arms and shook his head. “You two go ahead. Théo and I are going to watch some cartoons.”

Ruby ran back to her papa and gave him a hug. “I love you, papa.” She smiled at him then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you more, Ruby Jules. Be good and sleep on time.” Charles said to the girl.

After saying goodbye to her baby brother, Ruby and her mother were on their way to the sleepover. Back home, Charles and Théo were too busy having a sleepover of their own. Wel, trying to since Théo was slowly falling asleep again.

After Y/n arrived back home, she saw Charles sleeping on the sofa with Baby Mathéo on his chest. She approached her husband and son then placed a baby blanket over the little boy.

“Y/n?” Charles mumbled, his eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, everything okay?” She ran a hand thought his hair.

“I’m okay.” Charles replied.

By dinner time, Charles’ nerves were calm. Mila’s mom had a group chat with all the moms of the girls that attended the sleepover and regularly sent pictures of what the girls were doing.

“Look, they’re watching Tangled.” Y/n showed the picture to Charles.

Immediately Charles noticed the pajamas that Ruby was wearing. While every other little girl was wearing princess or unicorn pajamas, Ruby was wearing her red Ferrari pajamas. It was hard to miss her since she was the only one wearing red.

After cleaning up the dinner table and putting Mathéo to sleep, Y/n and Charles we’re getting ready for their sleep. As Charles entered the bathroom to brush his teeth, he heard Y/n’s phone ring. He didn’t think much of it so he continued with his nightly routine.

“Charles, sweetheart, it’s for you.” Y/n entered the bathroom with her phone in hand. “It’s Ruby.”

Charles dropped his toothbrush and quickly rinsed his mouth. He snatched the phone from his wife’s hands and called out Ruby’s name thinking she was scared and wanted to come home.

“Hi papa! I told Mila’s maman that I wanted to say goodnight to you so goodnight and I miss you and I love you and I miss you more.” She said through giggles.

Charles chuckled. “I miss you too, Ruby Jules. Goodnight, mon ange. I will pick you up in the morning.”

“Okay, papa. You can’t see right now, but I’m sending you kisses. I’m sending you lots of kisses!”

“No, I can see them. I see all of the kisses you’re sending me. Can you see mine? They’re kisses just for you.” Charles replied.

“I think I see them.” Ruby laughed.

“It’s getting late now, bébé. Sleep well and you can tell me all about your day tomorrow.” Charles told the girl.

“Okay, tell Baby Théo that I love him and miss him and that I want to hug him and goodnight and-”

“Okay, okay, I will. Goodnight, Ruby Jules.” Charles interrupted her knowing that if he didn’t, the conversation would go on all night.

Charles ended the call and gave Y/n her phone back. “I miss my little girl.” He frowned.

“I know, but you said it yourself, you’re going to pick her up in the morning. It’s not going to be a whole week, babe.”

All night, Charles looked at the clock on his nightstand and wondered if Ruby was also awake. There was a time when Ruby couldn’t sleep at night so Charles had ordered glow in the dark stars and stuck them on her bedroom ceiling so when she couldn’t sleep, she could count the stars. But that only worked a couple times since Ruby would run to her parent’s room and sleep in between them.

Charles ordered more glow in the dark stars and stuck them on their ceiling so Ruby could also count the stars in her maman and papa’s bedroom.

So that’s what Charles was doing in the middle of the night. He counted each star, imagining that Ruby was beside him trying to hold in her laughter when Charles would purposefully miss a few numbers.

“Mon amour? Are you awake?” Charles whispered to Y/n. She didn’t respond, all Charles could hear was her breathing.

Eventually Charles forced himself to fall asleep. He couldn’t wait until the morning to see his little girl.

Before his alarm went off, he was already awake and ready to pick up Ruby. Y/n had woken up half an hour after Charles’ alarm. When she walked into the kitchen, she saw Charles feeding Mathéo, who were both dressed and ready to go.

“Good morning my loves.” Y/n gave kisses to both of her boys.

“Théo and I are ready to pick up Ruby. I was thinking that we could spend the day as a family. We could go see a movie or to the park?” Charles said as Mathéo reached for his mother.

“That would be nice.”

After eating breakfast, the family of three were on their way to pick up Ruby from Mila’s house. Charles parked in the driveway and saw a couple cars parked as well. “I can wait with Théo here.” Y/n said to Charles.

“Are you sure?” Charles asked.

Y/n nodded. “You did say you were going to pick her up.” She chuckled.

Charles then exited his car and walked up to the front door. He knocked three times and waited. Seconds later, the door was opened by Mila’s father.

“Hi, I’m Mila’s father.” He introduced himself.

“I’m-” before he could finish introducing himself, Ruby screamed and ran towards him.

“Papa!” The girl ran into Charles’ arms and kissed him on the cheek multiple times. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Ruby Jules.” Charles couldn’t bring himself to put his little girl on the ground so he held her tightly in his arms.

“So you’re the Ferrari driver? Ruby would not stop talking about her papa’s fast car.” Mila father said with a smile.

“The pajamas gave it away.” Charles added.

“Papa, guess what?!” Ruby asked.

“What is it?”

“Next week, I’m having my own sleepover and I invited everyone! They said they would come! We can all sleep in my room!”

Charles laughed nervously. “You invited everyone?”

“Yeah, and there was this boy in my class that said your car isn’t fast enough so I didn’t invite him,” Ruby said. “But then he said he would be a Ferrari fan if I invited him.”

“Ruby, we have to be nice to everyone even if they’re not a Ferrari fan.” Charles said.

Mila’s dad chuckled. “I’m more of a Red Bull fan myself, but-”

Charles interrupted. “I would love to stay and talk but my wife and son are waiting. Ruby, do you have everything with you?”

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etheries1015 · 2 months

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Imagine MC with a crush on Lilia, but Lilia is completely oblivious. When asked who MC likes, they're vaguely describing Lilia without name-dropping, and Lilia pouts over it because he thinks they have a crush on someone else

Cute! I can see it already...

*slumber party at ramshackle*

featuring ace and deuce, the wing men, who know you have a crush on Lilia. And Lilia, the oblivious old man who is utterly in love with you but can't seem to wrap his head around your hints. Thus, it was time to finally come clean to him!...to the best of your abilities!

Ace- Soooo...now that we're all settled in.....how about we talk about crushes and stuff, right? *winks at you*

Lilia- Ohoho!! I love a good love story! Now pray tell, (y/n), do you have a particular type or someone who has caught your eye?

Deuce gives you a thumbs up and a nod of confidence

MC, blushing- Hmm... well. I do, actually! He's shorter than average, and he's incredibly silly...He has the most beautiful ruby-colored eyes, and he never fails to make me smile.

Lilia was shocked to get an actual answer and analysis and is becoming increasingly worried. Who was this man?? All he could think of was the fact that you indeed had someone! The description didn't even phase him! He never thought you had a thing for him, but he thought he would notice the signs if you had fallen for someone, which he obviously missed! Woe is he, heartbroken and confused.

Lilia, sweating bullets- I see! He sounds...lovely. Does he go to this school?

Ace whispering to Deuce- Is he really this dense...? They practically described him verbatim!

MC, raising an eyebrow- He does. He's in Diasomnia-

Lilia, plotting for murder- Ah! Then I'm bound to know this person, as vice house-warden! Pray tell, who is it?

MC, confused why he hasn't gotten it yet- hmm. He's a fae.

Lilia, taken aback- A fae? Why, the few fae in diasomnia are... Ah! I think I have an inkling who this mystery crush may be.

MC, nodding and leaning in, getting excited- Yesss....

Lilia- Is it Sebek?

...how he came to that conclusion after the descriptions you gave, will forever be beyond me. And Logic.

Ace- oh come on bro even I'M not that dense! They like you, senile old man!!

MC- Ace!!!

Lilia was internally shocked about the "senile old man" comment, but I digress. Once you become that oblivious, how else could you justify it? You can't.

Deuce, getting up and rushing Ace out the door- Sorry, (Y/N). It had to be done. We are tired of you guys flirting and getting nowhere. Good luck!!

Ace and Deuce leave you and Lilia alone, Lilia with an excited and mischievous smile and a blush upon his cheeks (acting like this after the idiotic display...he has very limited brain cells, but it's okay. We still love him.) And then there was yourself, a blushing mess as the fae waited to hear your explanation... hehe.

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holdmytesseract · 5 months

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Gym Sessions & Babies

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Narfi feat. Y/N

Summary: Loki takes baby Narfi with him for a long overdue gym session - and gives Peter dating advice.

Warnings: thirst - quite a lot... Loki at the gym (Yes, I consider that as a warning.), fluuuff, Loki being the best, sexiest dad and dating advisor

Word Count: 3,7k

a/n: I just had the idea for this and was like: Yes, I have to write it. 👀🔥 @muddyorbsblr knows, tehehe... I hope y'all love the combination of this as much as I do! 😁 Oh, and I absolutely love Loki's and Peter's friendship. 🥹

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Quietly sneaking down the hallway, Loki slipped the baby monitor into the left, deep pocket of his gym shorts, before he tiptoed straight into direction main door.

The god hadn't seen the gym in weeks. Months. Well, admittedly, he had more important things to do than keeping his godly body in perfect shape. Becoming a father again for example and with that taking care of you; helping wherever he could. Besides, having a newborn was just downright exhausting. In the best way possible, but still. Not to forget that he was spending a lot of time with his princess, too - who enjoyed that her father was home way more often at the moment. There was simply no time for things like the gym.

Until today.

Loki woke up that morning with the absolute motivation to do a few workouts today, and since you were on the road, driving Ella to her friend Tara for a slumber 'party' in the evening, he saw his chance. Sure, he still had to go after his parental duty and watch his little Frost Giant, but said little Frost Giant was sleeping like a rock - at least that was what the god thought...

He tied his wild raven curls into a manbun, checked the baby monitor again, grabbed his stuff and the keys, was ready to leave the apartment - but didn't get that far. Just when he wanted to plant his food behind the doorstep, sprung the baby monitor to life; telling Loki that his son had other plans and was audibly awake now.

A sigh left the god's lips. "Oh, really now?"

He put his things down on the little shelf again and hurried to yours and his shared bedroom. Opening the door, he got immediately greeted by a wide awake Narfi, who laid on his stomach, gurgling happily - even more, when he saw his dad.

"Little prince..." Loki said; putting his hands on his gym shorts clad hips. "Why are you suddenly awake now, huh? You should be sleeping. Didn't sleep very much last night..." Narfi just continued to gurgle and coo; kicking his small legs.

Loki sighed again and stepped over to the little crib; lifted the four-month-old up into his arms. "Did you sense that daddy wanted to leave, huh?" He asked; gently bouncing the little boy up and down and peppering his black fuzz covered head with tiny kisses. "What are we going to do now with you, young man?" Big, innocent ruby eyes looked up into his, causing Loki's heart to flutter. Oh how much he loved his babies.

Narfi clearly enjoyed to be held by his father. Loki could tell. His prince is the same like his princess was, back when she was a baby - and that gave him suddenly an idea.

"Ohhh, I know what we are going to do. Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" Loki smiled and laid Narfi back down in his bed - what he didn't like at all; a complaining whine leaving his small, now pouty lips. "Hang on for a minute, little prince. Daddy will be back within the blink of an eye, I promise!"

Loki quickly made his way to the little storeroom; searching in the depths of random stuff which found its place there over the years. "Where is it?" He asked himself; looking around. "I know I put it somewhere- Ahh! There you are!" With a bright smile, Loki reached for the object of his desire, adjusted it to his upper body and returned to his baby boy.

"Daddy just takes you with him. What do you say, little prince? Would you like that?" Narfi's eyes seemed to shine at his father's words; a heart melting squeal leaving his lips. Loki chuckled, lifting him once again out of the confines of the crib, "I take that as a yes." and strapped him to his chest with the help of the baby carrier he proudly possessed. It was the same baby carrier he used with Ella all those years ago. A smile stretched across the god's face at the memories.

"Do you like it?" Narfi flounced at first quite a bit; being not used to this, but when the baby felt how comfortable it was and how warm, he snuggled further against Loki's chest; enjoying his warmth and closeness. His tiny fingers dug in the fabric of the god's black compression t-shirt; holding on to his father. A big coo left the baby's lips. Loki chuckled; "Thought so." dipping his head to press a lingering kiss on Narfi's head; inhaling his scent. The soft fuzz on his head tickled Loki's chin. "Let's go. Perhaps you're going to get some more sleep, now that you're strapped to my chest. Isn't that a perfect deal, little prince? You get some sleep and almost skin-on-skin contact and I get to have you close and go to the gym. Definitely a win-win situation."

After grabbing a towel and a bottle of water, Loki made his way to the gym - which was luckily just a few floors away.

Said gym was very empty this evening. Nobody was there, except a few agents - and the youngest Avenger, Mr. Parker.

He was running on the treadmill, was highly concentrated - until he spotted Loki and the baby. His eyes stuck on the god; a smile spreading on the young man's face. "Ohh, hey Mr. Lo- woaaaah!" Losing his focus caused Peter to almost stumble and get thrown off the treadmill while waving theatrically, but he made it to catch himself in the last second. "Whoopsies, that was close," Peter whispered to himself, panting, before the smile returned to his face.

"Hey, Mr. Loki! And hello, cute little ice cube!" Loki raised an eyebrow in amusement and smiled. He didn't know why, but somehow he had developed a little soft spot for the Spider kid in the last few years. Peter was just so uncomplicated, funny, friendly and a little bit... clumsy and naive. Since he became a father, he understood the teenager way better than before.

"Hello, Peter." Loki greeted the young man, who was still running fast on the treadmill and stepped over to him. "What are you doing here, in the gym? I never saw you here before..." Peter blushed immediately; his cheeks tinting dark red. "Well, uh, I just thought I could try it; see if the gym is something for me. Mr. Stark said I have to stay fit as an Avenger."

Loki didn't believe a single word. The god chuckled and shook his head. "Peter, you are a very bad liar - and trust me, I'd know. You can't trick the Trickster. I thought you knew that." The teenager's eyes widened in shock and realisation - and this time he really lost all his focus and concentration; got thrown off the treadmill. "Woaaaah!" Almost. Loki's seidr caught the man before he could hit the hard gym ground and hurt himself.

Catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked thankfully at the older man opposite him. "Oh man... Thanks, Mr. Loki, I lost control a bit..." Loki chuckled, "I saw that." and clapped Peter on the shoulder. "Why don't you go a bit slower first, huh? And tell me why are you truly here in this unknown territory."

The teenager nodded; blushing once more and got back on the treadmill; only jogging this time.

Loki placed his towel and bottle of water on the ground and looked expectantly at the young man. "So? I'm all ears," he assured; gently bouncing up and down, in order to calm the slightly fractious Narfi in his baby carrier. Loki knew that his son wanted more attention from him, so he wrapped an arm around the small boy and cupped his head with the other.

"Well, um, I... I just want to look a bit more after my body and, uh, yeah... Train my muscles..." Loki frowned; his brain trying to connect the dots - until it suddenly hit him. A mischievous smile spreading on his face.

"You are doing this to impress a girl, don't you, Mr. Parker?" Peter looked at the god like a deer caught in the headlights - and Loki knew he was right.

"Thought so," he said; smirking victoriously. "I-I, uh..." Peter stuttered; stumbling over his own words and was still redder than a tomato. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Peter. That is great. I remember, when I fell in love for the first time... It was... wonderful." Peter smiled sheepishly. "Yeah?" "Yes." "Do you remember falling in love with Agent Y/N?"

Loki chuckled; his heart beating faster at the mention of your name. "Oh, Peter... I'm still falling for her... Everyday a little more." Peter smiled. "That sounds beautiful, Mr. Loki..." The god nodded; still bouncing with Narfi softly up and down. "It is. Finding true love is special. Nothing compares to it. I mean, we had a bit of a bumpy start, but... We found each other in the end. And now look at us. Married, since a few months blessed with two children..." Loki looked down at the drowsy baby in his arms. The bouncing had clearly helped and had almost lulled the little Frost Giant to sleep by now.

"Do you intend to court the lady of your interests?" The teenager blinked; a gigantic question mark forming over his head. "Do you wish to take her out on a date?" "O-Oh, um, I don't know, I... I don't even know if she likes me or not, but her, uh, ex-boyfriend was a footballer, so-" "So you thought going to the gym, gaining muscles to look bulky like her ex makes her fall in love with you?" Peter chuckled nervously, "Perhaps?" causing Loki to shake his head immediately. "That is definitely not the right way to do this, young man. Appearance shouldn't be that important to you - or her. Sure, it's not unimportant either, but... Character traits are so much more relevant. If that girl truly likes you and cares about you, she won't care if you have a six-pack or not. Do not change your appearance just to be liked by other people - or girls." Peter sighed; and stopped the treadmill.

"You really think so, Mr. Loki?" "I know so, Peter."

The young Avenger smiled. "Thank you." "You're welcome. If you want more advice in wooing a lady, you can always ask." Loki patted Peter's shoulder. "Also, if you need help with the training, you are welcome to ask me, too. I think I'll be around for quite a while. Depends on how my little man here likes this." The god gestured around the big room. "You'd really help me?" "Sure." The teenager smiled once more. "Thank you, really - but I think, I, uh start slow and stay on the treadmill for now." Loki gave him a nod, "Like you wish." grabbed his things and went to the back of the gym, in order to warm-up a bit. He did a few different stretches - those which were possible with a baby strapped to his chest. Loki was careful the whole time, not to hurt little Narfi - who was dozing off more and more; luckily.

To finish his warm-up, he did a lunge. One knee placed firmly on the ground, the other leg angled in a perfect 90 degree angle. Loki checked on Narfi; looking out for his bent leg to not harm him. In order to prevent that, he made sure that the little boy was basically sitting on his leg. Then he stretched his arms up; stretching all the muscles in his upper body, too. He held that position for quite a few moments - until Narfi's small knee connected full force with his side; hitting him straight in the ribs.

"Ouch..."

Loki got on both knees; breaking the exercise. "What was that for, little prince?" He asked his son, who was looking innocently up at him; nibbling on his tiny fingers. "Was this specific warm-up excercise not to your liking, your majesty?" A heart melting coo left Narfi's opened mouth. "I take that as a yes. Well then..." The god stood up from the mat beneath him. "I think daddy's warmed up enough now anyway. Let us move on." Taking a sip of his water, he walked over to the leg press first. Loki mostly started his training with this gym machine.

He placed the towel on the backrest of the seat and sat down. "Alright..." He changed the weight, lifted up his legs and placed them on the board; again making sure to not squeeze or hurt the baby. "Are you ready, little prince?"

Then Loki started to push; making the muscles in his legs work.

While his dad worked hard, Narfi quite enjoyed the new position he was in. Sure, the baby carrier left not that much space to move (which Narfi didn't want anyway), but due to gravity, he was practically laying on his father's chest now. And that meant more body contact and warmth. Plus, it was a great position to sleep in - as Loki recognised after he was done with the reps.

Sweating and breathing deeply in and out, he looked down to find Narfi peacefully sleeping. The god smiled, "Finally..." and moved on to the next gym machine - the chest press.

Like before, he adjusted the weights, made sure his baby boy was comfortable and started to do his workout.

The chest press was a machine which was especially made to train his pectoral muscles, therefore he felt how hard they had to work, in order to stem the weight. Loki sincerely hoped that the twitch of his pecs didn't wake up Narfi again, since the infant had rested his head against them - or even worse... That he would wake up Narfi with the soft groans and grunts which left his lips. Luckily, though, Narfi kept on napping; curled up in the baby carrier and against his dad's upper body.

It turned out that Loki's plan of combining the gym and looking after his son was working quite well. So far, it had only benefits - and since Narfi was some extra weight he carried, the workout was even better. And so, Loki went from one gym machine to the next; deciding to make a long gym session today.

At some point, he was left alone in the big room. Even Peter bid his goodbye some time.

You tried to gently kick the main door shut with your foot; balancing the keys and the few groceries you got in your hands and arms. Somehow switching on the light and manoeuvring the key into the little bowl on the shelf beside the door, you slipped out of your shoes and made your way into the kitchen.

"Babe?" You whisper-yelled; not knowing if the newest addition to the family was asleep or not.

You received no answer.

"Babe?!"

And again; no response. Frowning you put the groceries down on the kitchen counter.

Just as you wanted to start searching for your husband and baby, you found the little note Loki had left you.

'Dear darling,

if you are looking for your men, you are going to find them in the gym. ;)'

You raised an eyebrow, "The gym?" but smiled. Of course, you decided to visit them, but first the groceries had to be taken care of. But after that was done, you made your way to the gym, which was just a few floors away - totally unprepared in what you walked into...

Barely after stepping through the doors, you could already hear your husband. Deep breaths and some grunts and groans were urging to your ears and sending a tingle down your spine. And as if the sounds weren't already sinful enough, no you also had to walk in on Loki doing sinful things - at least for your eyes...

He was at the pull-up bar, doing pull-ups. Nothing abnormal or unusual - but it was his look that almost brought you to your knees.

Loki was sweaty; telling you that he must've been here already quite a while - and him training was already hot itself. You could see the sweat glistening on his bare upper arms. A few droplets were running down the back of his neck, causing a few loose raven strands - which had escaped his manbun, to stick to the skin there.

The pull-ups he did made the strong muscles in his upper back and especially shoulder blades twitch and flex - and due to the fact that your god wore a sleeveless compression t-shirt, you saw everything. Every bulge, curve and dip.

That, combined with the unholy sounds he made and Narfi being strapped to his chest almost send you into the stratosphere. It was simply too hot too handle. Loki was too hot too handle. Your brain and the still slightly crazy hormones coursing through your system conjured a dangerous cocktail of emotions within your body. You wanted to scream and howl; right before jumping Loki like a feral woman. And on the other hand you felt your ovaries exploding with all the cuteness and love. Men and babies.

You were positively a mess.

Not being able to function properly, you just salivated and stared at your husband, without even recognising it.

Only a dark chuckle, followed by a smooth velvet voice was able to rip you out of your trance.

"You should take a picture, darling. I heard it lasts longer."

You blinked; tried to focus again, and noticed that Loki was standing now suddenly in front of you - a sight which wasn't any less sexy. "O-Oh, um, h-hi babe," you said happily; somehow trying to save the awkward situation.

Loki only chuckled further and placed a big, strong, veiny hand on Narfi's small back (almost swallowing it whole); caressing it gently to keep him asleep. That didn't help your situation at all. Especially since it was the hand on which ring finger his wedding band was, reminding you that Loki was your man. Surreal sometimes.

You swallowed hard; eyes fixated on his hand. Why was it so hot in here all of a sudden?

"Hello, my love," he said with a small chuckle. "Is everything alright? You look a bit flustered." Cheeky, little shit. He knew exactly what was going on. "S-Sure, it's just-" Loki shifted; adjusted the baby carrier and his gym shorts; letting the waistband snap deliciously against his sweaty skin. "Babe, would you please stop that!" You whisper-yelled out of sheer desperation. You couldn't take much more. You were sure of it.

Loki just smiled mischievously. "Stop what, my queen?"

Ugh... "You know exactly what I mean, Mister! Stop being so... so illegally hot and sexy! You can't just do pull-ups in front of me, being all sweaty and having our baby strapped to your chest!" Loki’s smile even widened, before he stepped dangerously slow closer to you - until he was able to place his free hand on your hip. The other hand has wandered up and was now supporting Narfi's small head. A mix of sweat and the remains of Loki's cologne hit your nostrils - and you had to fight hard to not shamelessly moan.

"And why is that?" He practically growled; giving you a smouldering look and softly squeezing your hip.

You whined. "Because I squeezed this-" You gestured at Narfi. "Huge tiny Frost Giant out of my body only a few months ago and therefore not should be thinking about sex yet!" It was frustrating.

The god's eyes widened softly at the sudden realisation and the meaning behind your words. It caused his demeanour to shift within milliseconds. The mischievous smile melted into a compassionate, almost sorrowful look and his hand slipped up from your hip to curl around your waist, his other hand following instantly; thumbs starting to caress your clothed skin softly. "Apologies, my love. I-I didn't think of that. I should've known and stop. I am so sorry." You shook your head; a loving smile spreading on your lips.

Isn't he just perfect?

"Don't be, baby. It's okay. My hormones are still a bit delulu, you know... It's not your fault that my body reacts like a horn dog." Loki nodded; "Yes, but I shouldn't have made it worse..." and leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against your forehead.

"Forgive me?"

You smiled; wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're already forgiven."

Barely after those words had left your lips, you pulled your husband into one sweet, loving kiss after the next - until a small whine, coming unmistakably from the small boy between you and Loki interrupted the little make out session.

You pulled your lips from Loki's with a soft pop and took a step back; eyes immediately landing on your son. He was awake now; still a bit sleepy ruby eyes trying to look at you and tiny white romper clad legs kicking the air - and their daddy.

"Hiii, baby!" You cooed; leaning down to be on eye-level with Narfi, so that you could smooch the soft, chubby cerulean skin of his cheeks. It caused him to screech and squeal happily. "Did you have a great time with daddy at the gym? Yes? Were you a good little prince and slept for another while?"

Loki smiled, watching his wife and son. "Positive, love. I enjoyed today's gym session and the little man enjoyed being carried around the whole time. It was a win-win situation, honestly. And after a while, he slept in."

You looked up at the god; smiling. "A perfect solution then." Loki nodded; placing a kiss on the infant's fuzz covered head.

"He should be hungry soon, right? When did you lastly feed him a bottle?" You asked; tracing your thumb over the ridges and marks on your son's tiny hand. "About three hours ago, so... Yes." "Alright. Time to eat then, I'd say. Shall I take Narfi with me, so that you can spent some more time training?" Your husband shook his head, "No, my love, but thank you. I've trained enough for today. I'll join you." grabbed his towel and empty water bottle and reached for your hand; his fingers slipping through yours. "Let's go." You smiled at Loki; squeezing your intertwined hands. "Alright."

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki #loki x you #loki fanfiction #tom hiddleston x reader #loki fluff #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader

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arc-misadventures · 6 months

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The Sleepover

A Girls Sleepover

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Blake: Hey guys?

Yang: What’s up?

Blake: You guys want to summon a demon?

Weiss: What?

Pyrrha: Excuse me?

Nora: Hell yeah!

Ruby: But, why?

Blake: We’re having a slumber party, so lets do some slumber party things.

Yang: What kind of slumber party’s have demon summoning as a part of it?

Blake: We had them all the time back home.

Weiss: What other weird faunas slumber party traditions are there?

Blake: Well, we often play spin the bottle.

Yang: I’m up for that!

Pyrrha: Aren’t we supposed to have some boys for that?

Ruby: Can we summon demons instead?

Weiss: You really want to do that?

Ruby: Why not, can’t be worse than dealing with, Grimm can it?

Pyrrha: Well… It does sound like it could be fun…

Weiss: …

Weiss: Fine, lets summon a demon.

Nora: Fuck yeah, let’s do this!

~~~

A Boys Sleepover

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Neptune: WHO THE FUCK KEEPS SUMMONING THESE FUCKING DEMONS?!!

Neptune yelled as he unloaded his rifle into the face of a demon as, Ren darted past him unloading his magazines from his machine pistol into the oncoming horde of demons. His shots skimming past, Jaune as he broke a massive demon’s back across his knee before retrieving his sword, and severing the head off another demon. All the while, Sun sat upon a tower of corpses, boombox held aloft in the air as the, Doom music applauded their bloody slaughter.

And, to think, all they wanted to do was play video games…

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #ruby rose #lie ren #neptune vasilias #sun wokung

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novankenn · 5 months

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The Sleepover - Aftermath

(Original Post by @arc-misadventures additions by @vulture115)

Pyrrha, Ruby, Yang, Blake, Weiss, Nora were all were hunkered down in RWBY's dorm room. They knew other students and faculty were likewise sequestered in various spots about Beacon. The simple activity of Summoning Demons during their Girl's only slumber party had unleashed Hell upon Remnant.

Yang: This bad... real bad.

Blake: I'm so sorry! It was never like this during my Sleep-Overs in Menagerie... I swear!

Nora: Game Over, Man! Game Over!

Pyrrha: That's enough, Nora! Get yourself together, Jaune and Ren are out there... they can fix this!

Weiss: How can you be so... confident that they can? This thing has spiralled all out of control! How can just a couple...

Ruby: It's not just Ren and Jaune! They have all of SSSN and EVEN CRDL with them... which I'm kind of conflicted on... considering...

Weiss: Still...

Female Voice Over: The Slayers are the spears that stab at the heart of our attackers...

Pyrrha: Who is that?

Ruby: A voice-over?

Yang: How the HELL is there a voice-over? WHY the HELL is there a voice-over?

Female Voice Over: And with them lies our Salvation. All hail the coming of the Destroyers... the Slayers' time is now.

Blake: Okay, that is REALLY annoying! What the hell is she going on about? Slayers? Destroyers?

Pyrrha: You don't think...?

Female Voice Over: For there is only ONE dominate life form in this universe... and they carry a steel barrelled sword of vengeance... the only thing they fear are them.

Ruby: Steel Barrelled Sword of Vengeance... that is so EPIC!!!

Pyrrha: That is kind of... comforting to hear all that, you know? Sort of? Right?

Nora: *sneaking a peak out the window* REN!?!?

Pyrrha: Nora? *Pyrrha moves to also look out the window* BY THE BROTHERS! AH JAUNE! *promptly faints*

Weiss: What the...?

While everyone was busy checking on Pyrrha, Ruby snuck over and looked out the window... outside standing upon pile after pile of heaped demon corpses were the boys of Beacon... each one armed with either a chainsaw or a variation of a shotgun. In the middle stood Jaune... holding a struggling demon above his head with one hand while blasting another point-blank in the face with a double-barrelled shotgun.

Ruby: That is so.... METAL!!!

(Sorry --- I couldn't resist. Check out the Original Post linked above... it is excellent!)

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #yang xiao long #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #doom eternal #random voice-over

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v3nusxsky · 19 days

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Whispers of Seduction

*Authors note~ introducing Larissa Weems to Sinful souls. I wonder what kinks she’ll have ;) also can’t wait to get more into the storyline with the next few instalments smut coming soonnnnn*

Trigger warnings~ more harsh Leonora, shh jealousy is serious persistent Larissa club things overall teasing etc mentions of smut

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Nevermore continued to flourish and naturally the stress of having an Addams present ensured that the blonde shifter needed a break from being principal. Of course anything too close to the grounds of the school was off limits. As much as the woman deserves her own personal life, it seems most of the parents keep close watch on her time off grounds. Would that stop Larissa Weems from relaxing like she would in England? Absolutely not.

Attending Cambridge University taught Larissa many things, one being that despite her ability she too deserves pleasure. Naturally her dominance radiates in every aspect of her life, so that was how she found herself in a club one night, where the drinks were good and well, where she discovered who she is. In actual fact, Sinful souls looks similar to that club, luring her in with its tasteful, elegant style. The perfect location to unwind and be Larissa and not Principal Weems.

Settling into a booth in the back of the club her eyes instantly landed on you. You were manipulating your body up and down this pole with an unmatched elegance and skill. The six inch heels highlighting your gorgeous toned legs as your skimpy top caressed your beautiful pillowy balls of flesh as they spilled over the cups dark emerald cups. Your chosen song being buttons by the pussycat dolls adding to your addicting performance.

“Girl, I'm a freak, you shouldn't say those things” blared as you spam around the pole, practically seducing everyone watching with just one look with your beautiful irises. To say Larissa was drawn to you would’ve been an understatement. Promiscuous happened to be a regular song that clients asked for you to dance to, that’s why it’s okay fitting it’s the first song Larissa had the pleasure to watch. From there on she was hooked, ordering a tall glass of red as she settled In for the night, eagerly awaiting for Delicate Doll to return to the stage.

Larissa Weems is a stickler for routines which is her reason for returning to Sinful Souls every night after hours of Nevermore Academy, always managing to secure the same seat that provided her the best view of the stage. Of you. You’d had a particularly slow night the first time she tipped you, Slumber Party blaring through the speakers as your audience seemed to be predominantly sapphic allowing you to be a bit more flirtatious in your moves. And when her slender fingers reached up to tuck a twenty into your waist band her cheeks flushed red as you winked at her. You’d noticed her for the past few nights now, always there and always stunningly put together. Alluding dominance and elegance with every sip of the ruby wine.

From there Larissa would always secure private dances with you and only you, always tipping you well above the going rate and always complimenting you and trying to get to know you personally. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t cause your heart to flutter and your stomach to drop at her intense gaze and shy smile whenever she learnt something new about you. She made you feel like the only girl in the room, as if you weren’t a barely clad dancer in her lap, more like you were her lover.

Leonora prided herself on her awareness of the goings on in her club. Therefore, it should’ve been no surprise to you at all that she’d spotted the same blonde with you night after night. You also should have expected her to become colder, more harsh with your training and her comments on such things. See Leonora didn’t know why, but you affected her in this way, and Leonora wouldn’t stand for it. Every beautiful woman that worked their way into her sheets never seemed to compare to you. Often, she’d imagine you instead of them and on the odd occasion she was alone to satisfy her needs, it was your name on her lips, your eyes peering down at her blown pupils as she clenched around the fingers in her pulsing core.

If was you that the raven haired woman wanted on all fours pathetically begging her to make you cum, screaming for her as she tailed you into oblivion with her strap, her hands in your hair as she panted praises in your ear. You giving her the dances in the privacy of her room, for free. Yet, she also craved being the one you wake up next to, the one you smile up at, you being the one attends the club on her arm. Hers. And hers only. Not that pesky blonde woman you are constantly all over. No. You were her doll in her mind. Yet it seemed she now had some competition, and if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s winning. Little did you know, you were the prize for both women. And little did they know you wanted them both in the most confusing yet beautiful ways.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #sinful souls series #v3nusxsky sinful souls #sinful souls #Leonora x Larissa x reader

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iwas-princess · 1 year

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I jus got the most perfect request

OK SO BASICALLY LETS SAY RIN AND YN ARE BEST FREINDS THEN RIN SEES THAT YN POSTED SUM LIKE “when his name starts with a r” AND HES LIKE CONFUSED AND THEN WHEN HE ASKS HER AB IT SHES LIKE “rin I want to be YOUR princess” DJDJDKDKSK

stop this is such a beautiful concept

suna rintaro • the one kept secret

“shit, i lost again.” rintaro mumbled to himself, his long fingers tapping his phone screen violently as he fought against some random opponent on his newly downloaded combat app— one he’ll soon forgot about within a month, you were sure.

the delicious smell of a cookie dough candle filled his living room, your insistence of the smelly area finally had him agreeing to let you lend him your favorite candle as a ‘welcoming home present’ after a month of your begging. the sounds of his thumbs thumping against the electronic device filled the naturally darkened room, his black out curtains doing more than enough to keep him satisfied.

suna was so content with the energy he created tonight, his mind occupied with the focus of a fresh game to entertain him and the area looking the exact aesthetic he wanted.

black and white tapestries covered his ivory walls, designs of random gothic art and skeletons crowded the small space, led strips lined the room and lit it up with a red glow— just as he always preferred.

his black shag rug let his bare left foot rest on it as his long leg dangled off of his couch, the other limb sitting on the arm of the sofa comfortably as he finally prepared to play against atsumu, a long awaited match that rintaro desperately tried to level up for as much as he could beforehand to ensure victory.

just as he was about to begin the fight, a notification from snapchat popped on his screen.

subconsciously, his eyes flickered to the top of his screen, catching your name on a story update.

he blinked, contemplating whether he should’ve waited to look and finish the round or leave to see whatever you posted.

deciding that you could’ve waited a few minutes, he clicked the ruby start button and watched in anticipation as atsumu’s character said their signature opening line.

halfway through his match, a loud ping on his phone irrupted the quiet atmosphere of the room causing his eyes to widen at the sudden loud noise and nearly loose to the cocky blonde.

the notification was an imessage from osamu that read ‘dude, have u seen y/n’s story?’

“fuck, the one time i don’t check it right away.” he grumbled to the empty air of his apartment, sighing at he paused the game reluctantly.

‘nah not yet, y?’ he replied.

he stared at the typing dots as the other twin responded, awaiting the answer to his question.

‘go check. like now.’

—

“y/n can i ask you something and i need you to be one hundred percent honest. i’m a judgment free-zone, as you are aware-“

you threw a green grape at him as he nearly started to ramble, a small giggle leaving your mouth as it hit his cheek.

“just spit it out, rin. you know i never keep anything from you.”

he narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously before flicking the discarded grape away from his leg where it landed, causing it to fly your way.

“quit it.” you whined.

he smiled lazily and shrugged, his pale hands tucked into the pockets of his black joggers and fiddling with a vape in one and his phone in the other.

he didn’t want to dance around the question, he really didn’t, and rintaro certainly wasn’t the type to anyway— especially with you.

ever since you two met, you clicked and had been inseparable since. every crush, sexual encounter, breakup, argument, relationship or whatever, was admitted shamelessly with one another every weekend, a slumber party being thrown in celebration of secret spilling.

personal questions were often asked without regard for privacy, and each time you both would tell the other without hesitation, knowing that your answer would be held securely and no judgement would be given.

so this didn’t seem like any different, really. he asked you about crushes whenever he suspected them, and you never felt uncomfortable about it then— certainly you wouldn’t now, right?

except, this time it wasn’t a random boy in your calc class who smelled nice and always glanced your way with a doe eyes look or a girl at the coffee shop that smiled too sweetly at you as she handed you your order— this was rintaro that he suspected you liked.

his eyes locked with yours, trying to sense a spark of interest on your behalf (which he failed at finding.), before speaking.

“do you like me?”

you furrowed your brows at the question, a scoff leaving your lips as you chewed on a grape.

“of course i like you, why do you think i’ve put up with your shit for so long, rinnie? you’re my best friend, i have to like you or else there would be an issue.” you answered, a little dumbfounded that he asked such an obvious question.

why wouldn’t you like him? you spent every weekend at his dirty apartment, gossiping over popcorn and a movie you had no interest in, willingly. in fact, you would even say that these special two days each week made your life so much more worth living, if you had to, of course. but you’d never tell him that.

“not like that, y/n.” rintaro swallowed thickly. “do you have a crush on me?”

the world went silent as the question lingered in the air of his bedroom, your face suddenly pale and breathing seemingly more rapid. your blinks seemed to slow as your eyes trained on the lame action movie he insisted you watch, avoiding his gaze in fear of everything being given away.

after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence and the both of you awkwardly laying in his bed together, you took a deep breath in before answering his question.

“no.”

his brows shot up in surprise for a fleeting moment before they furrowed again, confusion settling on his face.

he was sure that he analyzed everything correctly after your post, going over memories that he flagged as ‘odd occurrences’ with you over the years, even looking over text messages that seemed too flirty.

after collecting plenty enough evidence, he concluded that his best friend, y/n y/l/n, had a fat crush on him for quite some time now.

five years to be exact.

from the moment that you kissed him on new years, to the time you asked him to take your virginity on your nineteenth birthday, suna brushed it off as you just trusting him enough with your body and most sacred moments, never thinking too much about it until recently.

but as he stared at his popcorned ceiling every night since your story, he began to piece everything together— almost everything.

“no?” he repeated, stunned and in disbelief.

you had to be embarrassed and just telling him something to shut him up, hoping that he’d drop it and never bring it up again, right? just as you had with all of your other crushes in high school. maybe you picked up the pattern again, he hoped.

“nope.”

“y/n, i know. i know that you like me and it’s okay, i-i’m not weirded out by it, at all. i think it’s cool that you like-“

“just drop it.”

“no,” he sat up. “we have to talk about this y/n, it’s what we do. you like me, and that’s fine. it won’t change anything between us, i promise. i’ll pretend i don’t even know from now on and-“

“i don’t ‘like’ you, rintaro. i-i’m in love with you, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?” you snapped, your eyes closing as you spoke harshly.

he blinked, dumbfounded at the news.

in love? you were in love with him? for how long? how? why?

why hadn’t you told him? he was your best friend, the one you told practically everything to, even calling him every night to tell him about your day, even when it was the most boring occurrences. this was something huge, surely something you’d tell him if were anyone but him.

so what was so different? it was just rintaro, and he’d love you either way.

“you’re in love with me? are you sure?”

you scoffed, shaking your head in annoyance with the jet haired man beside you. you could feel the unpleasant sensation of tears building and the feeling made you want to curl under his oak bedframe and bawl until you couldn’t produce anymore tears.

“yes. i’m absolutely sure, unfortunately.” you grumbled back.

“oh.”

the new found information took a bit to fully soak into his brain, and once it had he was full of questions.

“why?” he asked first, not being a man of many words as usual.

“because, rintaro,” you sighed, finally accepting that this was the conversation of tonight as you kept your gaze on the boring movie before you began to speak thoughtfully. “you’re all i’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. the way you talk about treating your future significant others is exactly what i want, and i guess at first the idea of it all made me develop a crush. then we started hanging out more and you began doing sweet things for me and got more attractive, i just fell? i don’t know how to explain it exactly but all i know is that you’re so perfect and i’m not. we would never work, and i’ve excepted that-“

his lips crashed with yours suddenly, taking your breath away as he did so. the unfamiliar yet wonderful feeling of his plush lips molding with yours as if he had done this a million times before caused a tear to roll down you cheek in bliss.

this was all you ever wanted, all you ever dreamed of and it wad finally happening without you even having to ask him first.

he pulled away just as your tongue grazed his bottom lip, attempting to deepen the kiss.

you nearly frowned at the denial, fearful that he began to regret his actions.

but just as your lips were about to downturn, his slender finger pressed against them.

“i’ve wanted to do that every since you baked me those pot brownies.” he admitted, breathless and face flushed.

your eyed widened at his confession, cheeks heating and world spinning around you as you recalled that night.

“but, rinnie, that was two years ago-“

“i know.”

“why didn’t you kiss me before tonight then?”

his eyes flickered to your lips, watching the plump skin part as you breathed nervously— awaiting his response.

“i’m not sure. i thought about it, every night- but i just couldn’t risk scaring you off. you’re my best friend, y/n; i can’t live without you. ever.” his voice was softer than you’ve ever heard it, and held as much emotion as he could express in a sentence without crying.

it was true, he had always wanted to kiss you until your lips were swollen and you were giggling with butterflies in your stomach. maybe, he realized in this past few minutes, he loved you too.

he was sure you were the reason he never dated any of the pretty girls that gave him their numbers, he had been pretty admin about that for some time now. but, he only thought that it was because you were the only girl he needed in his life for now, you were enough to keep him happy until you got a boyfriend of you own.

but, maybe it was something deeper now.

“then you don’t have to.” you whispered.

with that, he kissed you once more, but this time deepening the kiss himself.

the kiss held unspoken passion and wordless love exchanges, all of the pent up emotions healthily expressed themselves with each mold of your lips.

after a few minutes, he pulled away to catch his breath and to look at your worked up state for the first time.

the room filled with the sound small heavy breaths, hearts thumping nervously against both of your chests, desperate to touch each other finally. you both laid in his bed, trying to catch your breaths and register everything that had happened within such short period of time.

“y/n? can i ask you something?” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

you hummed in agreement, still breathless and in slight shock of his confessions.

“what was it exactly about how i wanted to love my girlfriends that drew you in?” he asked, a small smirk threatening to sprawl on his face.

you evened your breath finally, reaching up to cup his face as you began to speak.

“the whole princess treatment plan you had, everything you said that you wanted to do with her; like driving her everywhere and carrying her in the apartment everyday after trips, stuff like that. why?”

“wanna be my princess?” he asked bluntly.

a large smile spread across your face at his question, your heart thumping rapidly against your ribs.

you were already so in love with this man but you were certain that he couldn’t have asked you out any more perfectly.

“i would love to be your princess.”

#suna 🌷#suna rintaro x chubby reader #suna rintaro #suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x reader fluff #suna rintaro fluff #suna fluff #suna rintaro imagine #suna x reader #suna x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 2 months

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i’m having a fancall with yunho soon, do you have any tips? 😅

First of all- congratulations and I'm jealous and you have to come back here and tell me how you go because I want to hear every single detail!!!

Any tips? Yeah, first of all- be yourself and embrace the moment because I'm sure those 3 minutes go by fast and you want to soak up every moment you possibly can have with him.

Pls send me a video of it if you want too in my DM's because I'd love to see if my depictions of him are accurate. Okay but my tips are: - If you want him to think you're pretty, do your make-up and hair in a girly/princess/coquette style manner...

One girl in a fancall with Yunho had butterfly clips in her hair and Yunho commented and said he loved the butterfly clips and she looked so cute.

It's okay to be a little bit shy and giggly because it satisfies his ego to have Atiny's gush over him and be impacted by his presence.

His Gemini Moon means he values nostalgia so maybe talk about spiderman or harry potter or ask questions about his performance.

And of course, he is the most possessive member of Ateez so if your mind is frozen and you don't know what to talk about.

Just gush and rave about how he's your favourite and why he's your bias.

You better come back here and give me tea after your fancall- I'm expecting it after giving you inside information haha

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #jeong yunho x reader #anon ask #answered ask #zodiac signs #yunho ateez #star signs #yunho smut #fancall advice #slumber party with ruby

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messy-gemini1 · 2 years

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His No Life Queen

Alucard x reader

I'm bored and been back on my hellsing shit :)

In every life he's ever lived, she was there. When he was the count; she was his countess, regal and full of life.

When he turned and slaughtered his army, he thought he had lost her for good. He had assumed she would turn and run for the hills, but she had only cupped his jaw and smiled at him.

"you've soiled your clothing my love" she had spoken to him with full devotion. He realized then that she would be his no life queen, that she would stand by his side throughout time without a second thought.

When he turned her, he hated the whimpering cries as the curse took effect on her body. When she finally awoke. ruby eyes staring into his own. He never fell harder for her, letting her drink from his own nectar.

He made love to her that night, their immortal growls howling through the ruins of their kingdom.

When he was captured by the hellsing organization, he forced her to flee and to never look back. In his dudgeon he slept, his mind was plagued with the thought of her, her beauty, her integrity and her devotion to a godless man such as himself.

When he was freed from his slumber by Sir Integra, he wanted nothing more than to search the globe for his missing queen. It would be years before he found her.

He found her when searching for a rouge vampire, only to find it had been slaughtered by his own queen. The grin never left his face even when she didn't recognize him at first, glowing amber eyes glaring into his form before his scent hit her and her guard was lowered/

He wrapped his arms around her form, spinning her around in the night sky, her laugh filtering the night like a never-ending party.

his hands never left her body, even when introducing her to his master. Intergra was very surprised by the Vampirine. His queen was respectable bowing to the human master and laying her hands out, to be bound to his own master just to be closer to him.

Alucard made love to her once more in the deep dungeon, where their growls and screams could not be heard, and they could let their desires run free.

Even in the darkness she shined like the moonlight, (s/c) skin shining in the candlelight. He worshipped her like a goddess and worshipped the ground she walked on.

When he found and turned Young Seras his queen was jealous at first before becoming like a mother to the young half-ling. Alucard watched as she babied Seras and often berated him for being so harsh on her. Integra enjoying the banter between them.

When she killed, she was like an animal; and Alucard reveled in it. he loved the way her skin smelled of blood and death after a mission or how she would smell his clothes that reeked of gunpowder residue.

When the war on London happened and he was stuck on the boat, he could feel her fury as she slaughtered those who dared attack the hellsing manor.

He regretted allowing her to see him vanish, tears streaming down her face as she begged him to stay, begged him not to leave her once more. He smiled, just as the sun began to rise and case a grey glow to the destruction across the country.

He apologized and pulled her into one last kiss, begging for forgiveness as he faded away, letting her drop to her knees and scream into the empty space, punching the concrete until her knuckles bled.

30 years later; when he returned to his master and mate, he hadn't expected her to forgive him. He watched as she cried once more, hitting his chest with all her might only making him grin.

"Tu conta prost! (You stupid count!)" She screamed at him, even with tears streaming down her cheeks and anger in her eyes she still looked so beautiful and so full of life, even without a heartbeat.

Alucard allowed her to pull him into their shared room in the basement where he worshipped her once again, showing her how sorry he was for the last 30 years and how he would make it up to her, never allowing her to rest until he felt he should be forgiven, even when she begged for him to stop, over stimulation and sobs racking through her form he continued his movements.

He praised her once he was done, their wounds healing on their own as they laid in the makeshift nest she had created, their coffins leaning against the wall just a few feet away.

She forgave him, stroking his hair and pulling him into a kiss. "My bwautiful no life king" she spoke, a small grin appearing on her face as he kissed along her neck, marking her once more.

"My no life queen" he purred, allowing her to pull him into her bosom for rest as morning came, lulling them into slumber

#hellsing #hellsing x reader #Alucard x reader #Hellsing Alucard #hellsing ultimate

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howlingday · 4 months

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Creepy Blake

Ruby: I moved into a house by myself, but all of a sudden this really creepy cat showed up!

Ruby: She's so weird, eating my hair, sliding down the stairs, and sitting on the walls!

Ruby: But she's also SUUUUUPER FLUFFY~! Like, she's so floofy and cute and I HAVE TO PET HER~!

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Port: Is the patient a cat?

Ruby: Cat might be a generous term.

Port: Well, let's have a look.

Blake: (Clings to the ceiling)

Port: HOHO! (Has blowpipe) Stand back, Miss! I'm about to use a secret technique!

Ruby: Eh?!

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Ruby: H-How did you trackin all this mud?! YOU'RE JUST ONE CAT!

Blake: (Opens mouth)

Blake: (Another Blake crawls out)

Ruby: ...

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Ruby: (Surrounded by Blake clone army) Aw~! It's like you're one big family~!

Ruby: Now I can finally fulfill my lifelong dream of sleeping in megafloof~! Giant kitty slumber-party~!

Blake: (In bed, Surrounded by clones)

Ruby: (Laying on the floor, Freezing) C-Could you make some room, please?

Blake: (Opens mouth)

Blake: (Clone Blake crawls in)

Ruby: ...THIS CAT IS MEGA-CREEPY.

#rwby #creepy cat #ruby rose #blake belladonna #peter port

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foxytoxx · 4 months

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Ravaged

Words: 962 Pairing: Astarion/f!Durge (DurgeResisted) Read on AO3 Summary: He wanted to finally do some good and change lives. So Astarion became the hero he himself would pray to be saved by oh so long ago. TW: Canon typical violence. Tags: Fluff, Setting the scene. A/N: This idea has been a little brain worm that has been wriggling in my head for a while now, based on one of Astarion's spawn endings. Thank you for checking this one out. This one was rather short, but longer chapter ahead.

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

It had been six months since the day they had stopped the Absolute and saved Baldur’s Gate from its tentacled grip. Since then Morella and Astarion had taken to the road, exploring all that Faerûn had to offer. They had used their travels to search for a safe way for Astarion to walk in the sun again, or even cure him altogether.

A cure had proved itself to be a difficult endeavour, but they had been incredibly lucky to come across a ring of Sun-Walker.

At first they had thought nothing of the ring, there wasn’t anything exceptional about it. It just looked like an old ring with a small set ruby, but Morella had felt the Weave radiating within. They discovered its magical property by accident. While travelling they had seeked shelter in some old church ruins for the day. As the sun had climbed the morning sky they had been ambushed by a group of bandits. This in itself hadn’t been too difficult of a fight, but in an adrenaline driven last attempt the final bandit had pushed Astarion out from the shadows making him tumble into the rays coming through a cracked wall. In terror Morella had sliced the man’s throat and quickly pulled him back into the shadows. They both looked shocked as he remained unharmed. In disbelief he rose to his feet and reached his hand into the light again. Then ripped his armour off in a hurry and stood once again, arms outstretched bathing in sunlight. Morella could have sworn a tear rolled off his cheek, and she couldn’t help bursting into tears herself. He had worn the ring as a pretty accessory, but since that day hadn’t removed it from his hand.

It had surprised them when Withers’ party invitation had shown up during their travels. Morella had been ecstatic, she had missed the team dearly.

At the party she had stumbled over a chest of letters, all from people they had encountered during their adventure. One stood out to her. It was a letter from the Gur tribe to Astarion. She pocketed the letter until later that night when the festivities had calmed down.

Astarion sat by the river watching the sun rise from its slumber, colouring the morning sky a peachy pink. It was serene. The only noises were either of their drunken friend snoring away the booze or those of the forest waking up. Soft, approaching footsteps broke him away from his daydreaming.

“You are up early, dear.”

Morella smiled and sat down next to her lover leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I found something for you. And I figured you might not want everyone around when reading it.” She pulled the letter out from the blanket she had thrown over her shoulders in a vain attempt to keep the morning chill at bay.

He took the letter with a puzzled look.

“Have you read it?”

Morella shook her head, her long silver braid swinging across her back.

Astarion steeled himself with a deep breath before reading. She couldn’t help but read over his shoulder, mentally preparing for all manner of outcomes. She studied his face as his eyes darted over each word. A shivering sigh escaped him. She took his hand in hers.

“Astarion…”

He glanced over to her, kissed her forehead. Wiggling his hand loose from hers he wrapped his arm around her, quietly gazed back at the sunrise.

“You know… During our tadpole escapade… I never thought of myself as a hero. I despised it even when others insinuated it.” A smile caressed his lips as he looked back at her.

“But I’m starting to think the title suits me.”

Morella let out a small giggle.

“That’s what I've been saying for some time now.” She nudged him playfully.

She let out a small yelp of surprise when he suddenly pushed her to the ground. He was on her in a blink, showering her in heartfelt kisses.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” His voice was nothing more than a tender whisper.

“Yes you could. You only needed a little push in the right direction.” She cupped his face, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

“I will take credit where it’s due though, because you are one stubborn bastard.” He chortled at her remark.

“But you are one hell of a beautiful bastard. In every sense of the word.” She pulled him into another kiss, digging her fingers into his curls.

“Oh by the Hells! Honestly, you two are a menace!”

Morella jumped trying to stifle a shriek. Astarion laughed, and sat up, meeting Shadowheart’s green eyes with a small spark of danger. Morella’s face flushed bright red and tried to hide in her hands, cursing under her breath.

“Shit, didn’t expect you up, Shadowheart.”

“My, I didn’t take you for a voyeur, cleric. If you want a show, all you need to do is ask.” Astarion plastered a wolfish grin on his lips.

“Please, Astarion. I’ve heard and seen enough of the two of you for a lifetime. But I came to wash off the stench of booze.”

Morella sat up, beaming. Shadowheart’s frown melted into a smile unable to stay annoyed at her friend. The women stripped down and bathed in the river, splashing and laughing. Astarion watched them. Glancing back up at the sun, he couldn’t stop the warm smile forming across his lips. He felt happy, grateful, satisfied, and safe.

Slipping the letter into his pocket, he made a silent vow to himself. He would honour his now peaceful life by being better. Helping those in need, and Hells, if that meant he could kill all the corrupt evil-doers and monsters in his path… Well, who could be mad at him for that.

#astarion fic #astarion fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 #astarion #ravaged #astarion x durge

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tarithenurse · 1 year

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The Bathhouse - 2

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing/starring: Jotunn!Loki x Fem!Jotunn!reader Content: Morning after, hints at smut, hint of the ongoing heat, mostly some “angst” and pining, sad goodbyes (just temporary, don’t worry). A/N: Continuation of the smut fic The Bathhouse which I posted about a week ago and people seem to like. There’ll be a final and third part which will be seriously smutty as opposed to this second part. Betaed as usual by my wonderful TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse <3

Departure

Returning to the inn, you undress and finally fall onto the bed, exhausted and head spinning with what has transpired at the bathhouse. Tugging yourself under the covers, a hand drifts to your clothed core without really touching, just covering an area of the body which is forever changed for you. And in spite of that, in spite of the myriad of thoughts, you fall into a deep sleep

...

There’s a sharp knock at the door, rousing you from your slumber, fog headed. The knocking persists more urgently so you wrap the covers around your body and go to open, finding your comrades outside.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” Morella begins unceremoniously. “Why’re you still in bed?”

You shrug, trying to hide how abashed you feel with nonchalance. “Was up most of the night.”

“Doing what?” Then something seems to dawn on her face and she gasps, “or doing who?”

“Morella!” Anvindr berates, the blue of his skin deepening considerably.

You shake your head vehemently, not ready to admit to what had transpired in the bathhouse just yet. It feels like a delicious secret, a sweet little morsel to nibble from as long as the others don’t know.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll be right down,” you change the subject.

...

The trip to the library had not been completely in vain because Anvindr had found some tomes on dwarven metallurgy and Morella managed to find a few scrolls befitting her whimsical interests too. You on the other hand had been sat staring at the same page about the founding of Utgarde without being able to take in the words.

Now you’re passing by the palace on the way back to the main road.

“Ah, hello,” a slightly familiar voice calls out.

Looking around, you spot the captain that had attempted to apprehend you with his group outside of Utgarde. He appears to be coming from within the building, fully armed and fitted with a delegation of Jötunn in his wake.

“Captain Evios,” Anvindr greets him clipped.

“You remember my name! How nice!” the captain smiles broadly as though there could be no bad blood between them, “I see you’re roaming around as you please again...guess your story checked up, huh, pretty one?” The last part is aimed at you and you instinctively recoil. “Maybe you can roam past me when I come back from assignment, if you get my drift.”

There’s a faint snicker in his ranks that’s quelled when another voice speaks up, icy cold: “Evios,” is all that’s said but the expression on the captain’s face clearly states that he knows he’s fucked up.

“Sorry, prince Loki. Heading out now,” and with that the group scurry away revealing the god that had appeared behind them.

“My apologies...no guest of Utgarde should be spoken to in that manner,” the ruby-eyed Jotunn complains, “I’ll make sure he’s dealt with once he returns.”

Morella speaks up before you have a chance to say anything. “Good! He was out of line.” It’s almost a miracle that she didn’t take matters into her own hands a moment before and even Anvindr seems to side with your feisty friend, murmuring his own opinion.

Stepping a bit closer, the prince turns his attention fully to the others in the party. “I was hoping I could borrow [Y/N] for the rest of the day?”

“Of course!” Morella approves immediately, grabbing Anvindr by his arm and dragging him along and ignoring the confused look on his face, “See you later! Have fun!”

“But -?” You abandon the idea of calling your friends back. You don’t really want to anyways, not now that Loki turns to you with a sly smile and offers an arm. “Hi,” you mumble instead, accepting the gesture.

“Hey.” You walk a moment side by side in silence but eventually he speaks up, “How are you?”

To an outsider it could seem innocent enough but you get the feeling that he’s trying to gauge how you’re dealing with the night’s activities...and how are you dealing with that? Squirming a bit, you try to formulate a sentence: “I...I feel...different but then also not? And apprehensive because...what now? What are we?”

“Hmm...I was going to ask you the same after I’d made sure that there were no regrets from your side.”

“No! No regrets! It was...it was good and...and...and...” you trail off, unable to properly express yourself. Unable to voice that you’re craving more.

It’s as though he can read your mind because Loki stops and turns you to face him. Towering over you, he leans down to plant a slow kiss that deepens when you open the mouth in a sigh. Strong hands hold you flush against him, fingers digging into flesh. It only lasts a brief moment but when you part, you’re both breathing heavily.

“I don’t know what the future will bring us,” Loki sighs with his forehead against your, his breath fanning warmly, “but I know what I want and that is to be with you.”

“What if...you said that my scent...what if...” your voice threatens to break.

Pulling back a bit, the god regards you. “It doesn’t work like that,” he assures, “you will see once the heat is over that my feelings will remain the same. That I love you.”

Satisfied with the answer for now, you take Loki’s arm and walk with him, exchanging stories about your pasts and your homes. Many of the things you both already know but at least you each can offer new perspectives.

Walking through the grounds and the palace proper, you make it to his abode where you take up seats on the balcony. Coranzen, Loki’s personal servant, serves a delicious, fizzy drink before retreating once more so you can get some privacy.

“[Y/N]...how long do we have together before you must leave?” Loki asks during a lull in the conversation about the distant regions of his realm.

You hesitate, unsure what to expect yourself. “It depends on Anvindr, I think. He begins work on a shield tomorrow. I suspect the other two want to go when that’s done.”

“So...days?”

“Probably, yeah.”

This time he’s the one to weigh his words carefully before: “I could come with you.”

“What? But...leave all of this behind?”

“If it meant knowing you’re safe or being at your side should you need help. Yes.”

You want it. Here or there, that doesn’t matter as long as you don’t have to part from him but you know it’s impossible. Setting the glass aside, you turn to him and take his hands. “I want that very much...” his face lights up until you continue, “but we can’t, Loki.”

It is clear in his eyes that he understands the reasoning even if you haven’t explained it. Rather than argue, he pulls you onto his lap and holds you in a tight embrace, rocking slightly as though his frustrations could roll off of him that way.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Me too.” His lips are ghosting your neck, sending shivers through you. “But you’re speaking reason. I’m too...too blinded to see clearly.”

“I love you.”

The words slip past your lips of their own accord but you don’t wish to take them back. They make him tense up, holding you a smidgen tighter as he repeats them back in a barely audible whisper.

...

“You’re looking happy,” Morella comments cheekily by the time you have reunited with your friends the next morning.

Anvindr suddenly explaims a small “oh” which is rapidly accompanied by a deep purplish blush before groaning something incomprehensible but he still gets the message across because your shared friend grins shamelessly back before promptly ignoring him. She doesn’t gain anything by it, though, because you know how to keep silent.

...

Two days pass but they are not two days wasted and eventually you accept his offer that you might as well just stay in his quarters at the palace for the time being which Morella seems to be very happy about while Anvindr doesn’t comment on it...but that might just be because he’s preoccupied with the creation of his shield.

Every day, the tinkerer goes to the blacksmith and works hard. Sometimes Morella tags along, however mostly the group is rather divided though still content.

For you, however, every day the group draws closer to departing, your heart aches more. You have no doubt that you’ll be going with them but you’re also loath to part with Loki with whom you’re spending most of the time when he’s not attending to his duties.

...

Loki walks you to where you’re meeting up with your friends and the escorting ranger party. It’s a silent walk where the two of you hold hands as if that could prevent you from parting. You’ve spent all the words lauding each other and wishing for a different fate. Now all you have is the looming goodbye.

The moment the waiting group comes into view, Loki’s hand closes tighter around yours and you feel him hesitate.

“We can still change our minds...you could stay...” he says just for you to hear.

Rather than answering (because you don’t think you can get anything out of your tight throat) you squeeze his hand, rubbing the knuckles with your thumb. You both know that this is how it has to be for now.

And then you’re there and the group greets you and the prince as though nothing’s wrong. The captain of the company smiles broadly for a moment before he notices the joined hands and he sends his superior a questioning glance that goes by ignored for now.

“Let’s get going, we have a ways to cover,” the captain decrees and the dozen of people start moving.

Not you. You turn to your lover and embrace him, rocking slightly in his arms as he returns the gesture. You both nuzzle the faces into the crooks of the other’ neck, inhaling deeply in the hope of memorizing the scent of one another.

“I love you,” you manage to croak out.

“And I you...and you promise to stay safe...”

You both know that that might be a futile promise, but you nod nonetheless before kissing him deeply. Then you extricate yourself from the embrace and hurry after the others who are disappearing down the road, spurred on by a light pat to your butt.

You look back by the first bend and sees a lone figure standing there with the silhouette of Utgarde behind him.

When you catch up with the rest, everyone has the tact to remain quiet rather than question you about it. Only Morella reaches over and pats you on the shoulder.

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