Consider number 8(breeding&sensory deprivation)with DK from svt😍😍😍😍👀
cw: reader - unspecified pronouns/gender; reader has a vulva; no barrier protection used; breeding kink (Seokmin has baby fever); vague discussion of family planning; sensory deprivation - vision obscured, blindfold; cunnilingus; PIV intercourse
wordcount: 1,442 words
i never would have thought about Seokmin with a breeding kink, but holy shit, i want this man to put a baby in me so bad now 🥲
Seokmin wants to get you pregnant more than anything and it’s almost embarrassingly obvious. He has so many little tells—the way he looks when you hold a baby, the way he looks at you when he’s holding a baby, the way his hand comes to curl low and loose against your belly when he hugs you from behind. The biggest one, though, was the look on his face when you brought up not using condoms anymore.
The two of you had talked about kids, about how it wasn’t time just yet, and you’ve taken the appropriate steps to keep that something reserved for the future, but…
Even if you’re not ready for the sound of another set of footsteps chasing his down the hall, for harmonized vocal warm ups ringing through your home, that doesn’t mean you can’t look forward to the idea of it. And while he hasn’t said anything outright, you have the strong suspicion that Seokmin would enjoy it just as much, if not more.
You wait until you’re almost out of condoms to bring it up, and when you jokingly frame it as ‘practice’, his eyes go wide and dark, pupils blown out with want. For a moment, you think he’s going to tug you in for a spontaneous session right then and there, but then his eyes are scrunched up with a smile that nearly splits his face, cheeks suffused with a rosy glow as he presses a warm kiss to your forehead.
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You’re in the kitchen when you hear Seokmin ‘sneaking’ up behind you, holding back a tiny grin as you carefully set aside the mug in your hand. You’re not surprised when his hands shutter over your eyes, a playful ‘guess who!’ whispered into your ear—but you are taken aback by the roll of his hips against you, his hard length grinding into the small of your back.
There’s something about his spontaneity combined with the sudden disorientation of having your vision obscured—the bright, airy light of your kitchen vanishing, the only thing in the world you’re sure of is that Seokmin is there, warm and real against the line of your body. It’s like balancing just before the first mean drop of a roller coaster, your head a little light as your blood rushes in your ears and butterflies storm your stomach. When the hand over your eyes starts to retreat, you find yourself clapping your own over it, trapping it in place with a shuddery little squeak.
A disbelieving little chuckle in your ear has you going hot all over, embarrassment suddenly rushing through your veins, but then he’s nuzzling into the hollow behind your ear, pressing kisses down the curve of your neck. You relax into the warmth of his touch, letting him push you down over the counter with the gentle weight of his body, his free hand gripping your hip and rubbing circles into the sliver of exposed skin with his thumb.
“I’ve been doing some research,” Seokmin murmurs into your shoulder, hand sliding from your hip to fidget with the button on your jeans, stoking the desire that’s licking at your insides like a lit candle. “It’s more likely to take if you, y’know…”
“’If I’ what?” You can’t help but question him teasingly, affection bubbling up in your chest when you feel the heat of his blush against your cheek, his bashful chuckle resonating against your back.
“If you cum first,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, the timidity of his tone belied by the way long, clever fingers pop the button of your fly and slide the zipper down smoothly. Your breath catches as he snaps the waistband of your underwear playfully before his hand withdraws, and you whine, rolling your hips back into his needily.
Seokmin steps back, even as he keeps a hand over your eyes, his free hand rustling with something behind you. Your hands flex against the counter, and you’re just on the verge of reaching back for him when you feel cool, smooth silk replacing the warmth of his hand. He’s so sweetly attentive as he tugs his tie into place over your eyes, making sure nothing catches as he knots it at the back of your head, and the butterflies in your stomach swoop at his care.
There’s hardly any time at all to feel soft-hearted, though, before he’s dropping to his knees behind you, tugging your jeans and underwear down in one fiercely eager motion and burying his face between your thighs.
It’s dizzying, being bent over and half-naked in your kitchen, nothing tethering you to reality but the strong, unyielding hands that are spreading you open. You feel unmoored and exposed as Seokmin works you open with his tongue, exploring every centimeter of your dripping folds and shallowly fucking into your entrance. If earlier, you were balanced on the precipice of a roller coaster, this is the drop—your pleasure rushing up onto you with a suddenness that has you reeling. His mouth moves up to kiss your clit hungrily, lips wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking.
Your fingers scrabble over the countertop to clutch at anything to anchor you, sobbing as they come up with nothing, hips jerking under his hold. The vibration of his moans sends even more sparks racing up your spine, drawing out your release like a held note until his thirst for you is slaked.
The aftershocks of your orgasm are still coursing through you when Seokmin pushes into you, your cunt split around him as easily as a ripe peach. You’re putty under his hands, every thought pushed out of your head by the desire to simply take everything he has to give you.
Afternoon sunlight warms your skin as he curls over you, fingers twining into yours against the counter, lips brushing along the shell of your ear. You don’t have to see his face to know the curve his smile, the way his eyes crinkle with joy; you can see it even with your eyes closed. It’s as though there’s nothing else in the world but Seokmin, over you and inside of you, as he fucks into you with deep, leisurely thrusts.
He works you back up slowly, one hand sliding down to circle your clit while the other stays entwined with your own, groaning as your muscles flutter around his cock.
“Can I cum inside? I want to, want to fill you up, put a baby in you.” The raw need in his words fans the flames of your own desire, urges you to arch up into his thrusts as you gasp out your permission—and that’s all he needs to start fucking you in earnest, purpose driving him deeper and harder into you.
Through it all, he manages to keep up the steady strokes around you clit, determined to carry you through one more peak before he lets himself go. Paired with the relentless pressure of his thick, curved head against your aching core, it breaks the tension stringing through your body like storm clouds in a clear sky, your orgasm washing over you like a summer rain.
“Gonna put a baby in you, gonna take care of you both, fuck—” Seokmin’s voice breaks as he feels you cum around his cock, hot and wet and welcoming as the clench of your walls drags him over the edge with you. His hips stutter against yours as you milk his release from him, overwhelmed by the way your body feels just as eager to be filled by him as he is to fill you up.
The afterglow is sticky and warm, like waking up from napping in a sunbeam—the salty scent of sweat faint in the air, cum thick along the insides of your thighs, your favorite person in the world heavy against your back as he burrows into the crook of your neck.
“So you don’t like seeing my face then?” His words are teasing, but they bring a fresh wave of heat to your cheeks, and you’re grateful for comfort of darkness as you hum thoughtfully.
“I like… I like being able to feel you?” you answer finally, testing out the truth of it on your tongue. “I like… feeling like you’re the only thing in the world, like… like you’re with me even when I can’t see you.”
“I’m here, I’m always gonna be here,” he insists sweetly. You can feel the smile tugging at his cheeks as snuggles in closer, and your heart melts at precisely the same moment you realize your legs are well on their way to turning to jello.
“Maybe we could change ‘here’ to somewhere more comfortable?”
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the one with the bible
1.6k - white house au one shot - m - read on ao3
Eddie can hear Buck coming down the hallway long before he sees him appear in the doorway. Even if a decade in the Secret Service hadn’t honed Eddie’s senses to the point of being just-shy of supernatural, he suspects he’d have had no trouble knowing Buck was headed to join him in bed. He has the string of hushed curses and resigned huffs of breath that get louder with each sock-clad footstep to thank for that.
Buck doesn’t pause as he comes into the room, just lets his shoulders slump as he crawls onto the bed with a long, drawn-out groan. A long, drawn-out groan that doesn’t stop until he’s laid down, draping himself over Eddie’s legs and burying his face into Eddie’s chest.
Eddie doesn’t look up from his book about bees as Buck crosses the room towards him. It’s Buck’s book, actually– Eddie had given it to him after Buck took a meeting with the American Beekeeping Federation and spent the next three days telling anyone who would listen about the history of beekeeping.
When Eddie gave Buck the book– which he had picked up from a tiny bookstore in Foggy Bottom that Maddie had identified as Buck’s favorite– Buck had stared at him with that wide-eyed, slack-jawed look of disbelief that had Eddie wanting nothing more than to kiss it off his face. The same look that appeared last night when he caught Eddie cracking open the spine himself and mumbling something about Buck’s interests interesting him, too. Buck couldn’t be sure exactly what he said, as he was too busy knocking the book from Eddie’s hands as he straddled his lap and kissed him until he lost track of where he ended and Eddie began.
And now, warmth explodes in Eddie’s chest as their legs slot together and Buck’s weight settles atop him. It’s familiar and grounding and still manages to set his heart on fire after all this time.
Buck groans again, the sound of it muffled against Eddie’s t-shirt. Well, Buck’s t-shirt, technically. At one point, anyway. Though as far as Buck's concerned, it's Eddie's. He wears it far better than Buck ever did himself.
“Yes?” Eddie hums, the word drawn out nearly as long as Buck’s second groan. He’s relatively unfazed as he switches the book to his left hand– this way, he can keep reading as he runs his right hand through Buck’s hair.
Buck says nothing, just groans for a third time.
“That bad, huh?” Eddie asks, glad that Buck can’t see the tiny smile playing on his face, thanks to the way he’s still pressing his own face into Eddie’s sternum. Eddie chuckles quietly as he feels Buck’s nod, punctuated by the curling of his arms around Eddie’s middle as he hugs him tight.
Summary: A lazy day in Konoha, featuring the Uchiha family and the ones they love. | Shisui/Itachi-centric. All comfort, no hurt.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | No Uchiha Massacre | Domestic Fluff | Fluff | Introspection | listen this is self-indulgent as hell | a normal day in the uchiha household | in which there is quite a lot of love | itachi pouts a bit | and shisui continues to be best boy
Author's Note: written for day 1 of ShisuIta Week 2021! I used the prompt "Home"
Read it on Ao3 here
Enjoy x
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A summer breeze tugs lazily at Itachi's hair, carrying with it the smell of his mother's cooking. The wind is a welcome balm against his sweat-dampened skin, and he doesn't bother to silence his small sigh of contentment as he leans back into the shade of the engawa.
The dry heat of summer is in full force in Konoha, the hazy atmosphere of lethargy and indolence covering the village like a too-heavy blanket. Everyone, ninja and civilian alike, content to sit wherever shade can be found, talking and laughing and sharing a cold drink in the gentle calm that summer brings. It's peaceful, even when the temperature drops and evening hits, everyone venturing from their homes to wander in the dark to drink and dance and revel. The shriek of children's laughter as they dart through throngs of people, sweet-smelling fruit drifting on the air. And always, somewhere, the gentle sound of music.
It's something akin to bliss, really. Or so Itachi would think, had he not been born an Uchiha.
Uchiha blood runs hot, according to his father. Quite literally, Itachi had discovered early in his life. Something to do with their natural proclivity to the katon, perhaps, or maybe the way that Uchiha have short tempers and too-big hearts; their emotions making them burn.
Regardless of the reason, Itachi internally bemoans his Uchiha blood. The day had barely begun, the sun not yet reaching its highest peak; and already his back and collar are drenched in sweat.
He had taken to pulling his long hair off of his neck, carefully tied and pinned into a bun at the back of his head. Sasuke had taken one look at him that morning and smirked, asking Itachi if he liked being the orphanage's latest matron. An unusually hard forehead poke had shut him up, though his otouto's sideways grin had reappeared when their mother softly cooed over him, calling him beautiful and offering to teach him to braid. Itachi thinks his ears might still be pink from that.
His eyes open, the smallest smile curving his lips. Itachi runs his fingers through his loose bangs, head tilted back to watch the endless sky above. The breeze has stopped, and already he can feel a single bead of sweat gather on his exposed collarbone. His eye twitches.
Itachi gives serious consideration to throwing himself into the koi pond, dark gaze drawn to the clear water and the relief it could potentially hold as an uncomfortable drip of sweat glides down the side of his neck.
He's half out of his low chair when the sliding door opens, letting free the sound of distant voices and clattering silverware. Itachi immediately eases his posture, and glances guiltily behind him to see Shisui. He cuts a lovely figure in loose trousers and a low-collared dark shirt that exposes a few inches of his toned chest, hair loose and messy without his hitae-ate. Itachi's throat tightens, just a little, at the sight.
Shisui pauses mid-step, seemingly distracted in his own right as he gaze moves to Itachi's hair and stays there for a moment too long. Itachi thinks he can see his throat move from a thick swallow. Shisui blinks, clearing his throat, as Itachi looks away, instinctively smoothing his palm back over his tied hair, fingers nervously adjusting his bun.
Though Itachi hopes his interrupted behavior will go unnoticed, from the corner of his eye he can already see the way Shisui's eyes dart from him to the pond.
"Really, 'tachi?" He says by way of greeting, sounding far too amused as his mouth quirks into a smile. Itachi sniffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he wills away the sudden heat in his face that has nothing to do with the weather.
"It's hot," is all Itachi says, to which Shisui immediately grins and pounces on him. His broad chest is warm against Itachi's back, arms curling around his waist to pull him close. Shisui ducks his head down to press a kiss to the side of his throat, and despite himself Itachi relaxes into his embrace.
It's quiet, then. Birdsong and what he thinks is Obito's voice from within the house, and the soft hum from Shisui's throat as he presses his nose into Itachi's hair.
"It looks good, like that," Shisui whispers, nuzzling closer. His fingers dance over Itachi's abdomen, brushing at the hem of his shirt to dip beneath the fabric. Shisui's palm flattens against his stomach, pulling the younger man tight against him, teasing just enough to make Itachi's back arch.
"Thank you," Itachi breathes, blinking lazily as a dusting of pink colours his cheeks. "Now please get off me, you're practically a furnace -"
Shisui only laughs, pulling Itachi closer as his arms tighten around him hard, before letting him go. He takes a single step back, hand carding back through his curly hair. Itachi watches him silently, heart feeling suspiciously tight. He isn't certain how he got lucky enough to not only fall in love with his best friend, but to have it reciprocated in kind. It's a strange feeling, really; he'd thought his heart was too full with his family and his village, but Shisui had done what Shisui does best. Forced his way past Itachi's every meticulously built wall, with nothing but his kindness and pretty eyes. It's annoying, sometimes, just how endearing his boyfriend can be.
Summer is for relaxation and melancholy, he thinks he remembers reading once. And whilst the former wouldn't necessarily be true for a shinobi, he's certainly feeling the latter, often and freely.
Without warning Itachi leans himself towards Shisui, reaching out to twine their hands together. Shisui tightens his hold and begins to rub circles with his thumb, glancing sideways at Itachi with naked affection in his dark eyes. Eloquence had never been either of their strong suits; Itachi is quiet by nature, with Shisui talkative and extroverted enough for the both of them. But Itachi suddenly finds himself wishing he were capable of spilling poetry between his lips, at the sight of his dearest companion.
"Everyone's here. Mikoto sent me to come find you." Shisui's voice breaks Itachi from his rambling and fond thoughts, and he hopes his flush isn't too obvious.
Right. Sunday lunch with family and friends; a monthly tradition his mother had insisted on once Sasuke joined his genin squad. Itachi nods, an imperceptible sigh slipping out as he imagines the inevitable chaos that always seems to follow Uchiha family get-togethers. He thinks, not for the first time, it's too hot for this.
"Obito and I were talking about bringing everyone to that nice part of the Naka River - you know, the one near the cliff? After lunch, I mean. Could go for a swim, play with the kids -"
"Sasuke's nineteen," Itachi interrupts with a cocked brow, "he's not exactly a kid. I doubt he would want to go with us, anyway, when he has Naruto and Sakura to spend a day off with." He pretends he isn't bitter; but as the years wore on his otouto had slowly stopped pestering Itachi to play or train or simply be together. It hurts, just a bit; more than all the times he'd had to tell Sasuke sorry, maybe next time.
"Tch, you always get cranky when it's hot. You know what I meant. Could grab some drinks for everyone, show them we're still cool to hang out with despite being boring old men -"
Itachi rolls his eyes at Shisui's words, but can't deny how nice it sounds. There is one quite glaring issue, however.
Itachi tilts his head to the side, shooting Shisui an unamused look. "It's too hot."
The older man snorts, grinning wide as he reaches over to tug on a loose lock of Itachi's bangs. He makes an inelegant noise in his throat, batting Shisui's hand away and glaring heavily in his direction.
"You're like a cat. Too lazy when it's warm out, just wanna curl up somewhere and nap," Shisui teases with that adorably crooked grin. Itachi doesn't know if he wants to kiss him or hit him. He knows he's visibly pouting when Shisui's eyes light up, tugging on their still-held hands to bring Itachi close. Shisui's free hand moves to cup Itachi's cheek, leaning down to brush his mouth over the slant of his cheekbone.
"Or, I could bring you back to my air-conditioned apartment," Shisui begins in a low tone, mouth moving down to place a tender kiss at the corner of Itachi's mouth. Itachi shudders, hand moving to grasp Shisui's shoulder for some semblance of grounding. His pulse stutters, eyes falling shut as Shisui continues, pressing kiss after kiss against him.
"- and we can spend the whole summer in my bed, cool and comfortable and my mouth around your -"
Itachi's eyes snap open at the sound of the sliding door being impatiently yanked on, all but shoving Shisui off of him. The older man nearly pitches to the side, flush spread across his shocked face.
"Okasan says lunch is getting cold, so hurry up - c'mon, really?" Sasuke makes a pained noise in his throat, hand shooting up to cover his eyes as he grimaces. Itachi feels a bubbling of embarrassment, turning his head to the side and coughing discreetly into his fist.
Shisui only laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. "Sorry, squirt. But we, ah, shouldn't keep your mom waiting, eh?"
Sasuke only groans, palm running down the side of his face as he turns on his heel back into the house. Shisui follows, but not before offering Itachi a wink and a smile. Itachi rolls his eyes before stepping inside after them, sliding the door closed behind him.
It's cooler inside, but only just. Itachi refrains from sighing aloud, mouth pinched into a pout as he trails slowly behind the other two, hand lifted to fan at his face.
"Hey, Shisui, can I ask you something?" Sasuke breaks the silence, sounding surprisingly solemn. It makes Itachi's brows lift, concern already brimming in his heart.
"Of course. What is it?" Shisui responds, reaching to clap a hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"Why don't you go to someone else's house and bother their fucking family?" Sasuke deadpans, shrugging the hand off and shoving his hands into his pockets.
Itachi thinks his eyeroll might be audible.
Shisui simply barks a laugh, shaking his head. "'Cause it's not as fun when it isn't you. Also, your mom loves me."
"Can't imagine why," Sasuke mutters. Itachi opens his mouth to reprimand his brother for his disrespect, but is stopped by a sudden warmth in his hand. He looks down to see Shisui tangling their fingers together once again, squeezing softly. He glances up to catch his eye, Shisui's smile gentle in the low light.
This, he thinks, is that summertime melancholy. His brother picking a fight with lover, on the way to a meal with their family. The domesticity and sheer normalcy of it threatens to unbalance him. Warmth plucks its way into Itachi's heart, and he swiftly brings the hand he's holding up to his mouth, placing a soft and much-too-quick kiss to Shisui's knuckles.
"Shisui suggested we all head down to the river, after lunch," Itachi says, loud enough to catch Sasuke's attention. They all pause just before reaching the dining room, Shisui glancing back at Itachi with a smirk curving his mouth. The voices of their family are loud through the door, the click of chopsticks and the smell of rice permeating the hall.
"All of us?" Sasuke asks, brow arched. Itachi nods, and can see plain the sudden excitement in his brother's eyes.
"But - nii-san, you hate the heat," Sasuke points out with a frown, and Itachi feels his throat tighten. He hasn't called me that in a long time.
"It should be fine. Plus, we haven't sparred in a while; I'd love to see how you've improved."
Sasuke's chest immediately puffs out, his grin wide and eyes bright; it makes Itachi smile, warmth and affection blooming in his chest.
"I can definitely take you down, this time, just you wait." Itachi chuckles at Sasuke's words, and reaches out wordlessly with his free hand to poke his otouto in the middle of his forehead, his smile widening.
Hiding his sudden flush and hissed "Itachi", Sasuke turns on his heel and slides open the door, stepping into the filled dining room.
"Oi, dobe. We're sparring after lunch, with Itachi and Shisui -"
"What?! Man, I'm wearing my only clean shorts too, 'ttebayo." He can hear Naruto's whine, and something that sounds suspiciously like a foot being stomped on, if his yelp is anything to go by.
"I reminded you to do laundry last week! Honestly." Sakura, rounding off her boys with a put-upon sigh.
The sound of the bickering that immediately commences brings a smile so wide his cheeks threaten to split, which Itachi instinctively tries to hide with a hand. Before he can, however, Shisui reaches out to stop him, bringing his hand up to press a kiss to his palm.
"You're home, Itachi. You don't have to hide," Shisui says quietly, leaning down to kiss him softly. How he has the uncanny ability to say exactly what Itachi needs to hear, he'll never know.
Itachi can only blink, surprised and embarrassed both. Shisui just grins, dropping their joined hands to step into the dining room and into the chaos. Itachi pauses to collect himself, swallowing thickly and clearing his throat, before stepping over the threshold.
Shisui is already smiling brightly at his mother, leaning down to kiss her cheek and thank her for hosting them all yet again. Mikoto laughs brightly, shooing him towards the table before handing Fugaku a plate. His father sits at the head of the table, watching Obito with a stern glint to his eye that makes Itachi smirk.
He sees Sasuke has already slid in between Naruto and Sakura at the table. The blonde has an arm thrown around his shoulder, talking animatedly and gesturing wildly with his chopsticks. On his other side, Sakura has a hand low on his back, rubbing small circles with the tips of her fingers. Warmth floods Itachi at the sight; doubly so when he spots Sasuke pretending to be grumpy at his team, but starts filling Sakura's and Naruto's plates for them regardless.
Obito is pressed close to Kakashi, dumpling held high and forgotten in his chopsticks, whispering heatedly about something that makes Rin cringe, though her eyes are bright with mirth. He's too distracted to notice Shisui behind him, arm outstretched to pluck the dumpling out of his grasp, flicking it into his mouth and moving to sit beside the brunette kunoichi.
"Fucking - Thought we put a bell on you?" Obito flinches, reaching across Rin to make a grab for his stolen food.
"Language," Mikoto reprimands him with a half-hearted swat to the back of his head, one brow arched. Obito ducks his head, boyish grin wide as he apologizes. Kakashi snarks something that Itachi misses over the din of conversation, Obito's shoulders bunching somewhere around his ears as his face goes red. His mouth opens to argue, but then Rin is there with a well-placed kiss to his scarred cheek. When he whips his head to look at her, stars in his eyes, Kakashi dives in to kiss his other side. Distantly, Itachi thinks his cousin may melt before the meal is done.
It's a little bit of chaos, really. Everyone too loud, food everywhere, and arguments breaking out over every little thing. But, Itachi thinks, heart feeling fullfullfull; it's his.
Shisui catches his eye, eyes bright and beautiful grin cut across his face. He lifts a hand to wave Itachi over, and he is overcome, suddenly, by the feeling of right. This, right here, is his home. Not simply the floors where he learned to walk, the walls that have heard all his secrets. But these people; these wonderful, disorderly people who all care so deeply for one another, in a myriad of ways. It's chaos, sure. But it's home.
Itachi doesn't hide his smile, and goes to join his family.
A/N: Can you say “troll wedding redux”? You knew I had to do it, right? We couldn’t get all this new beautiful gorgeous content without me taking another crack at a wedding fic. We’re truly living in the best time KA fans.
By the dark of night, a wagon slipped through the streets of Arendelle. In the front seat sat a couple holding hands and leaning together closely. The reindeer pulling them knew the way and needed no guidance, the silence of the night was undisturbed by the soft clomp of his hooves on the cobblestones and by the rolling of the wheels. No one stirred or thought twice of the pair as they left the city and road for the cliffs and up further into the forest that sat below Arendelle’s mountains. Save, of course for one man out late, who gave the pair a glance but little more.
“Are you sure that this is what you want?” the man asked gently placing his hand on the side of the woman’s face once they were far from the city. He had pulled a blanket tightly around her, keeping the summer night’s chill from settling into her bones.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” she answered as they continued into the night together.
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The affair was anything but solemn. It was assuredly not like any wedding she had ever seen before she met him. She knew that some weddings were happy, but the aristocratic ones she had experienced as a child were deeply somber affairs with little rejoicing and more politics than celebration. Here, however, as she was being dressed in a cloak of moss and a crown of crystals over the simple white gown she’d had made for just this purpose, she found joy and merriment surrounding her on all sides.
“You look lovely your majesty,” a small rock troll called from somewhere close to her feet. A young one, whose name she had yet to be told.
“Thank you,” she said softly, “But please call me Anna, we’ll be family soon.”
“You’re already family,” Bulda replied, reaching up from her place stacked upon sisters and aunts and cousins and other female relatives to tuck Anna’s hair behind her ear with a practiced gentleness. For all the ways in which she differed from Iduna, species perhaps being the most obvious, Anna was glad to call the troll family, to call her a mother of sorts.
“You are,” a familiar voice called from behind.
As she turned Anna watched Elsa step into the clearing from the forest’s edge. She’d dispatched word of tonight’s plan to her just a few short days before, and she was happy to see that her sister was able to make it.
“Elsa!” a few of the younger trolls ran to her gleefully and were rewarded with a pat on the head before the woman set back off on her course to her sister’s side.
“The Northuldra send their unofficial congratulations and anxiously await sending an emissary for the royal wedding. I had to talk Ryder and Honeymaren into staying behind until next week. You should have seen Ryder’s face, he really wanted to know what a troll wedding looked like.”
Anna laughed at her sisters words and stretched out her arms to embrace her. It hadn’t been as if she hadn’t just seen her a few days before, but now that they were living apart, she always looked forward to seeing her sister.
Elsa, of course stepped up immediately and threw herself into the embrace. Anna couldn’t imagine anything better than having her sister there with her, surrounded by other key members of her found family.
“I’m so happy you could make it!” Anna said, kissing her sister’s cheek before releasing her from the hug. She knew of course that Elsa would always come when she called for her, as quickly as Gale’s wind could bring a letter and as fast as Nokk’s legs could carry them across the border, but seeing Elsa enter the valley was the final weight she needed to lift from her shoulders.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Anna. I’m so happy for you both.”
Anna watched as Elsa scanned the space for Kristoff, he was of course, getting his own troll treatment on the other side of the valley, obscured by boulders from their current location. She flushed thinking about him, Kristoff had been so thrilled when Anna had been the one to suggest a troll wedding, and when she had decided that it needed to come before their royal wedding he’d kissed her with such zeal she would have fallen back without his arms readily catching her and pulling her tight to him.
She wanted to marry him in front of their families and no one else. It wasn’t an option for a Queen to have a private wedding, and she knew that it would bring too much joy to her people to have a small closed ceremony, and as such the idea of absconding to the woods with Kristoff by the cover of night to have their troll wedding was equal parts thrilling and deeply satisfying. She’d have a secret no one knew when they watched her court wedding, she and Kristoff and their family and close friends would be able to spend the day reveling in the fact that the pair was, in fact, already wed.
“May I?” Elsa asked her sister, looking down at the simple white gown she was wearing. Anna had selected it specifically for the fact that it was simple and unadorned, knowing for a fact that upon seeing her in it, Elsa would contribute her own magic to the evening.
She nodded enthusiastically, “I was hoping you’d ask.”
Grinning broadly, in a way that had been all too rare to see when she had been Queen, Elsa flicked a hand out towards her dress and Anna found with little shock, but plenty of glee, that her sister had covered her simple gown with small ice flowers.
She couldn’t help but smile in return when Elsa took in her work and looked up to her tearily, “You’re a beautiful bride Anna.”
Anna felt tears form in her own eyes and the adoring oohs and ahs of the trolls admiring the additional work Elsa had provided were not enough to drown out her sniffle.
“No! No crying on your wedding day!” Elsa said, sniffling in return, “If you cry I’m going to cry and Bulda…”
She trailed off and Anna knew it was because, of course, the female troll was, with her relatives, already wiping away tears.
“Too late,” Anna said sheepishly, letting a few tears fall from the corners of her eyes. Her chest was tight, but it was because her heart was full. She had imagined her wedding a hundred times as a child, she’d imagined the dashing Princesses she’d wed and how pretty they would all look in their finery. But now, standing in a gown covered in ice flowers, her shoulders draped with moss and crystals, and her sister in her white “goddess” gown, surrounded by loving family and friends, knowing that she was about to marry a man kinder, braver, and more loving than any Prince, she knew all of her imaginings were put to shame.
“I suppose,” Elsa said, opening her arms for another embrace which Anna walked into gladly, “a few happy tears couldn’t hurt.”
***
Kristoff smiled broadly as Cliff placed the crown of sticks on his head. It felt good to have this wedding to share with his family, and he couldn’t deny the perks of a wedding where he only needed to wear his shirt and trousers along with the traditional wear rather than a full fitted suit. The fact that this was all Anna’s idea made his heart swell. She’d wanted to marry him before their public wedding, she’d wanted to share a tradition with him.
He couldn’t help but to think back to how far they’d come from the first time they were in the valley together, preparing for the same ceremony under completely different circumstances. That Anna was on the other side of the valley from him, obscured from his view by boulders, getting ready to marry him was something he still could scarcely believe.
“Oh Kristoff my boy, you have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this day.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle, his adoptive father looking up at him from his place stacked on the shoulders of other family members. Nothing about this, he thought, was likely how Anna imagined her wedding day, but he had always known just how his family expected this to go for him, whether or not they ever believed he would find someone to love was a different story of course, but they all seemed so happy to watch it happen. That they loved Anna too was something that brought him immense pride and joy.
“I don’t know if I should say you clean up nice or…?”
Kristoff grinned and turned to the side, seeing a familiar woman break into the men’s space. He supposed she was welcome to do so, even if she was no longer the Queen, she still commanded immense power, and who was anyone to try to stop her? Not that anyone seemed to be making a move to do so. She was family as well, and welcome to engage in the rules or break them as she saw fit.
“Well the moss and sticks doesn’t exactly give the illusion of “clean” does it?” he asked in return as some of the youngest trolls reached up to her so that they would receive small touches and flakes of snow from Elsa. She was well loved in the valley. The magic in her spoke to the trolls just as it did to the forest’s elements and combining that with the fact that she was family meant that the youngest were entirely unable to keep themselves from seeking her attentions and affections.
That she gave them so willingly was another reason Kristoff loved and respected his soon to be sister-in-law. She was already, of course, family to him. She had been since he and Anna began their courtship.
“Well you look nice,” she said gesturing to his regalia, “Mind if I give you a little something extra?”
Kristoff shook his head and smiled, “Elsa, ice is my life. How could I say no?”
She snorted when she laughed, and Kristoff in return chuckled. She looked like she’d just been crying, and it was all he needed to know that she’d gone to see Anna first. The ceremony was to begin very soon, so he fully expected her to return to her sister in short order.
With a grin and a flick of her wrist Kristoff found that pinned to his shirt, just over his heart and only slightly obscured by his moss cape, was an ice flower.
“It’s perfect Elsa, thank you!”
She nodded pleasantly and he opened his arms to embrace her. They’d grown close over the years, their relationship becoming something that he could trust in. She was Anna’s sister, but in a lot of ways she was like the sibling he’d never had. They shared a sense of humor in a lot of things, and their love for Anna was only rivaled by the other’s. Despite how refined she always seemed to be and how rough he knew he was, they’d been able to create a meaningful bond.
She squeezed him tightly before they both let go of the other.
“I have to get back to Anna before things start, but I wanted to say that I’m so happy this is how you two chose to do this. It reminds me of the stories Anna used to invent when she was little about forests and princes and trolls.”
“We’re happy too!” Cliff replied, gesturing for Elsa to come close. She giggled as the old troll pressed a kiss to her cheek, “Welcome to the family officially Elsa.”
She reached a handout to the troll and one to Kristoff, squeezing them both as she said her thanks and returned to her sister.
“Ready?”
Kristoff nodded to the group of trolls around him, his family, and felt his heart race as they started rolling around him, indicating that it was in fact time for him to get moving.
He was about to marry the love of his life.
***
Anna’s heart raced when she saw Kristoff walking towards her. She wanted to break out into a run, to leap into his arms instead of calmly walking to meet him in the middle of the valley as she was meant too. She tried to keep her breathing even, to put one foot in front of the other in measured steps.
He was handsome, as he always was, but seeing him in the troll regalia, as she had nearly three years to the day before, made her tear up again. They’d done this once before, but this time it was really happening. She was going to marry Kristoff Bjorgman, her best friend, the man who loved her unconditionally and in the ways she’d always dreamed of being loved.
She only hoped that she would be the wife he deserved, she would do everything she could to be what he needed, though she suspected that she only needed to be herself in order to do so. She was still learning to love herself in a lot of ways, but seeing the way he did it so effortlessly over the past three years had helped her immensely. Kristoff loved her, and she loved him. His love was not fragile, and neither was hers. She would love him with all that she was because it was what he deserved.
He was looking at her like she hung the stars, or like he would reach out and catch them for her if only she asked. He often looked at her that way, but today it was special. She couldn’t help but appreciatively take him in in return. Seeing him comfortable in his skin, looking every bit like a prince of the forest, she couldn’t help but to think that maybe every fairytale she’d read as a child had prepared her for this day. He was her happily ever after, and he was quickly approaching her.
When they reached the center of the valley she saw Pabbie waiting for them standing on a raised stone dais above a hole in the ground which was partially covered with a moss and mushroom covered arch. Kristoff offered her his hand and as she took it she felt butterflies in her stomach.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered as he helped her gently, one hand on her back, into the hole and followed her in with ease.
She flushed and she could hardly take her eyes off his eyes to look at Pabbie as he started to address them and the accumulated crowd of trolls, humans, reindeer, and magical snowmen. She knew Kristoff meant it whenever he said anything to her, he wasn’t one to say anything he didn’t mean, but she could see adoration in his eyes, and in the tight space they’d lowered themselves into, his hand still holding hers closely, she could feel it too.
“Thank you,” she whispered back, “You’re handsome as ever.”
When she saw him blush, she nearly giggled. He always went red when she complimented him, and she thought she’d never tire of his reactions to her affections. After three years of being together she doubted that being married would affect the way they interacted at all, except of course, it might allow them to be a little more bold in public. That, she was certainly looking forward to.
“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” she whispered to which he nodded in return.
“Me too,” his voice was so low it was barely a whisper. Anna wondered if anyone noticed that they were in their own world, because try as she might to focus on what Pabbie was saying, all she could do was focus on Kristoff.
His fingers were running gently over her knuckles, a comforting gesture that told her that while he was just as ready to say “I do” as she was.
She heard Pabbie clearing his throat and when she looked up to him he was smiling at them expectantly. She couldn’t help but give a little giggle when Kristoff realized they’d been caught making eyes instead of listening. From the smiles she saw around them though, she knew no one was holding it against them.
“Your vows?”
Kristoff nodded quickly and then turning back to her and squeezing her hand softly, he began to speak.
“Anna, for years I thought that I wasn’t made for loving someone. I never really thought much about being with someone, or what it would mean, but the day I met you, everything changed. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, you have so much love in your heart and so much life in your smile and because you’ve chosen to share that with me, I want to live everyday with you doing my best to be the man that you deserve.”
“You already are,” she said subtly, perhaps low enough that he could only hear her. It interrupted him for just a moment, but she was rewarded for it with the softest smile she’d ever seen him give.
“I will live every day, every moment I can being there for you Anna. I will catch you when you fall, I’ll cheer you through every success and hold you through every difficult moment. I promise you that no matter what happens in our lives, I’ll be there at your side because I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone.”
She felt the tears coming from her eyes before she could think to hold them back. She knew for a fact that she was an ugly crier, but Kristoff didn’t seem to mind, holding her hand even tighter and reaching up his other hand to gently wipe her tears away. He wasn’t rushing her, he was giving her all the time she needed before giving her vows in return. She squeezed his hand back, taking his sign of patience and love for comfort before doing her best to compose herself.
“Kristoff, when I was little I always dreamed of romance and I probably read too many stories about true love, but when I found you I realized that maybe the reason those dreams and stories exist to begin with is because true love is real, and I know now that it is, because that’s what you’ve given me. You’ve loved me through pain, through hardship, through fear, and I can never repay you for the many times you’ve saved me by being there, but I promise you that I will try my hardest, every single day to give you the same love and trust and feeling of safety that you’ve given me.”
“There’s nothing to repay,” he whispered in return, his thumb running over her knuckles lovingly.
She melted, leaning in even closer to him as she continued. “I promise to love you through every bump in the road, through every season, and to take every challenge in stride with you at my side. I promise that I will never let us go to sleep angry, that I’ll always make time for you and for us no matter how hard it seems to manage. I will always love you Kristoff, because you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”
She heard Pabbie instruct them, heard the crying and the joyous murmuring of their assembled guests, but all she could focus on was that he was reaching into his pocket and drawing out a beautiful green crystal. It’s bottom was fractured, and she reached into the small pouch at her side, retrieving it’s mate and holding it’s fractured end out to him.
They were two halves of a whole, like the crystals they had been given for the ceremony. As he reached out, connecting them, she heard the trolls excitedly start to cheer, but even more so she heard Pabbie announce them husband and wife.
Kristoff, as always, didn’t seem to mind how quickly she closed the space between them. He always seemed to smile at her enthusiasm, and so when she kissed him, she could feel the soft upturn to his lips. His nose nudged gently against hers, and she felt his hand slide up the crystal until their fingers interlaced with the now magically whole and glowing gem closed inside their joined palms. She closed her eyes and pressed ever closer to him as his other hand slipped down her back.
***
Just before the first of dawn’s light a wagon rolled down the cobblestone streets of Arendelle. Everyone in town, either still asleep, or busying themselves with baking of the day’s bread and eating their breakfast, paid it little mind, save for a young girl peering out the window of her home.
“Mama! Papa!” she exclaimed as she watched the cart pass, “It’s the Queen! She’s with Mr. Bjorgman and their reindeer. They’ve come back from the woods!”
From the kitchen her mother sighed, “Now Leah my darling girl, again with the stories? You should be in bed still my little thing. What would the Queen possibly be doing riding into town at such an early hour.”
Leah smiled broadly, “They must’ve been out there kissing all night!”
She excitedly ran over to the small fainting couch in the corner of the room and collapsed on it dramatically, “They’re so in love!”
Her father chuckled, drinking his morning tea from his chair nearby, “That they are my dear, perhaps you’re right.”
His wife laughed in the kitchen, “Oh don’t encourage her Jakob, she’s already up in the clouds.”
He smiled setting down his teacup on the end table to walk over to where his daughter still lay sprawled out dramatically.
“We should all have our head in the clouds sometimes Birgit,” he called to his wife before stooping down to his daughter’s level to whisper in her ear, “Perhaps they were being married by the trolls? I read about such a thing in a storybook once when I was young like you my girl.”
Leah popped up from her reclined position excitedly, “Will you tell me about it Papa?”
“After breakfast!”
Jakob laughed and scooped his little girl into his arms. He certainly could not tell his wife that he had seen the couple head for the woods the night before. She’d never believe him either! She liked to think that their daughter got her romantic streak from him, but he thought that no one in Arendelle could possibly see the way in which Mr. Bjorgman, a humble ice harvester from the mountains, loved their Queen so purely and she him, without feeling at least a bit romantic themselves.
He kissed his daughter’s cheek and brought her with him to the kitchen to take their early breakfast. He only hoped that the royal couple, returning to the palace, would find as much joy in life as he had now found around his breakfast table.
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 , memories that returned the fluttering in her stomach , the once phantom sensation of lips touchings hers . . it’d come back in waves , but once it had eveline had never pulled herself out of bed so quickly. she’d practically ran down the hallway , desperate to find the one selfishly removed from her mind ! now , they sits beside one another after a rushed , almost panicked confession had been flung at hope ( i remember you ! i remember 𝙪𝙨 , i remember my love for you. ) ; ❝ it’d came back in flashes , all of the memories that’d been wiped out when i . . i assume you jumped into malivore? that’d be the only explanation. the entire time i’d felt as if something , someone , was 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶. ❞ concern rises in her chest when the mere idea of hope sacrificing herself had been reality : ❝ when i met you , when we knew we liked one another , when we first kissed━everything in between , everything. ❞ how long had she suffered with being unknown? how long had she had to watch those she loved having moved on despite not being in complete control of it? heart aches at the idea , it causes eveline to reach forward to take hope’s hand into her own. thumb brushes over the top of her hand , widened blue hues searching her features.
❝ i’m so sorry you had to go through this alone. ❞ sincere as anything that’d ever been spoken , ❝ i wish i’d been there for you━ ❞ lips pull down into a frown , ❝ i didn’t forget you because i wanted too , trust me. how could i ever want to forget someone as . . wonderful , amazing , && important to me as hope mikaelson? ❞ brow arched as eveline finds a moment to chuckle. head shakes , ❝ you don’t forget someone 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. not completely. ❞ moment is taken in silence between them before eveline wraps arms ‘round hope with a small kiss placed to the side of her head. ❝ i’m here now , && i’m not going anywhere. ❞
