"You seriously can't handle a few drinks? It's my sixth glass of wine and I'm perfect-"
"Yes Tari I know you are perfect but that is not what-"
Tarja laughed at this statement. "I wanted to say that I'm PERFECTLY fine you idiot" was all she got out before bursting into an uncontrollable laughter. It was oddly relaxing for Floor to see her girlfriend that relaxed. Especially since she didn't know how she would react when she would tell her the news. At the best case she was waiting for her to ignore her for some time. The worst case, she'd break up with her.
"Look love, I just...." she said and took a deep breath.
"ARE YOU PREGNANT? PLEASE TELL ME THAT WE ARE GONNA BE PARENTS!" Tarja exclaimed! Floor couldn't help but giggle.
"I dont think that is how it works. Anyway... darling.... I need.... well I have to get something off my chest..."
Tarja's eyes widened and she crossed her fingers.
"Is it your shirt? God please tell me that it is your shirt!" The tall singer just stared in disbelief. Tarja was certainly not perfectly fine.
"Even if it isn't your shirt, I can still help you take it off!"
"Well that would be lovely"
.........."You know, you are really beautiful when naked" said the Finnish woman after a long night full of passion. Floor was about to say something but her lips were soon occupied, too busy with sharing a lustful kiss with her partner. She was hot. Like, stupid hot.
"Well, you seemed to want to say something important earlier"
She had managed to delay it for a few hours but it was finally the time.
"Please dont hate me but"
"DID YOU CHEAT ON ME? ARE YOU PREGNANT BY SOMEONE ELSE?"
"Wait, what? Honey, nooo..."
Tarja just shrugged. "Then I don't think that there is anything that could make me hate you. You're too hot for me to hate you"
The Dutch girl raised her eyebrows. "Jesus tari... I thought that you loved me for my personality"
"I adore your personality as much as I adore every single part of you. But you are hot. And I just want to continue playing with that hot body! So please just tell me what you wanted"
"Alright. Love, it is official. I'm the new singer of Nightwish."
A wave of relief hit Tarja.
"That was it? Oh good. Good luck handling those idiots!" She said and pressed her lips to her lips, allowing the passionate night to continue...I hope you all liked the first part of those one shots! Please comment your opinion!
I promise the next one will be longer!
Merry Christmas!
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Imagine your otp - SYMPHONIC METAL EDITION
FanfictionI'm just going to write some of the "imagine your otp " prompts with your favourite metal ships. (well I might throw some of the witcher here and there but that's not certain).