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My Love Will Never Die: Prologue

SUMMARY: Circe Archeron is faced with the tragedy of losing her cousin when a faerie arrives at their home demanding to know who had killed the wolf.

PAIRINGS: Azriel x Circe Archeron x Eris Vanserra

CONTENT WARNING: None really, at least I don't think.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello and welcome to the prologue of My Love Will Never Die. I have had this idea for a while. There will be two other characters that will be introduced in this series. The first chapter will take place in A Court of Mist and Fury. I hope you enjoy this! Also I decided to write this in first person pov instead of 3rd person. If you'd like to be added to a taglist for this series let me know in the comments.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

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Snow and ice crusted the earth below. But it didn’t matter to me, I stood tall in the snow covered trees. My dirty-blonde hair was pulled back and braided so it would be out of my way. I jumped from tree to tree, Feyre was always jealous of the fact that I had an easy time hiding in the trees. I had always felt this heavy weight on my back, and because of it I had learned to balance myself especially in trees.

They became my friends. Odd, I know, but totally worth it when we’d go out hunting. That’s what my cousin and I had been doing, hunting for food in this brisk winter. I could feel the cold running along my skin. I had been living with the Archeron sisters since shortly before they had to leave the luxurious home behind and move into a smaller home. I didn’t understand why my parents had dropped me off with my cousins, all I know is they’re hiding something from me. One day I’ll figure it out. But today I’m hunting in the woods.

Feyre and I had separated from each other hours ago. We’d hoped that by doing so we’d gain more distance to find something to eat. But so far I had no such luck, I was secretly hoping that Feyre had gained the luck today. Feyre and I had started to go out into the woods to hunt for food when we were fourteen. Her reasoning was a promise she’d made to her mother, mine was mostly because I didn’t like to be alone with Nesta and Elain when Feyre wasn’t there.

Our relationship was strained. Nesta hated me, I don’t know why. I guess she blames me for moving in, because soon after they could no longer afford anything. I’m not sure honestly, she doesn’t ever give me an answer whenever I question her, whenever I ask her the same question. She just lets it fuss out like it's nothing important and honestly I’ve given up trying to figure out why she hates me. Feyre and I are now nineteen, it’s crazy, I know but what more can I do in this life.

Most of the things I know how to do I managed to teach myself, reading is one of those things. I’m not as skilled in reading but I can get by somewhat. It’s not important right now anyway. I’ve tried to help Feyre but I don’t really know what I’m doing. Feyre has become my best friend, she’s more of a sister than a cousin. And I so badly wished to have had that sibling connection with her that Nesta and Elain have with her but seem to not care much about.

I shake my head, easily getting lost in my thoughts these days when I’m alone in the woods. I gripped the bark tightly, small scratches littered my palms. I tend to get my hands cut a lot when I’d climb up into the trees. Feyre always had something to say about it and I know she’ll most likely say something about it when she sees my hands. Sometimes I like to feel pain, and the only healthy way is to climb trees. I adjust myself trying to ignore the heavy weight on my back.

I knew at this point without having any luck it was time to call quits and head home. I was hoping that Feyre had already made it back to the small house. I lunge off the branch I was hanging out on, I grip onto the next branch holding it tightly as I swing back and forth. The slight pain in my hands is evident. Finally I’m able to let go of the branch and land on the icy ground. The ice crunches beneath my boot covered feet.

I pull my dagger from my holster, it’s not much but it’s kept me safe over the years since I’ve started hunting. I lower myself into a crouching position and release a breath. My breath mixes with the cold air causing it to turn into a mist. Just to be safe I always stay low to the ground to make sure I’m not caught as I walk back home to the house where Nesta, Elain and my Uncle are. All of whom probably aren’t doing anything.

An hour later I had given up on the crouching, but I’d made it home. The dagger is back in the sheath. I don’t need Nesta and Elain to know I have it. One day I’d found it near the border that separates us from the Faeries, it was calling to me. Odd. It was so odd that a dagger was calling my name. But I found it and since then it has been with me. Finally reaching the door I pushed it open and walked inside.

A soft grunt leaves my throat as I enter the house. The house had a small amount of warmth, I could feel it but it was barely there. Not that I mind, I preferred the cold anyway. At least that’s what I tell myself. My ocean blue eyes land on my Uncle and cousins all of whom are close to each other.

“Where’s Feyre?” Nesta questioned, not bothering to give me another glance.

“Like you care.” I mumbled the words as I removed my cloak from my body. It didn’t do much to keep me warm during the winter but it was better than nothing. “She’s probably still hunting, I didn;t have any luck but I’m hoping that Feyre found something.” I said that loud enough that all three could hear me. Nesta didn’t budge, nor did Elain. I walked past them making my way into our small shared room. Sometimes I wish I could sleep on the floor in the winter. I hate sharing a room with my cousins. Feyre not so much because she didn’t hate me.

I closed the door behind me once I was in the room. I needed to change into warmer, dry clothes. I tracked towards the dresser and kneeled down to stare at the painting Feyre had drawn on my drawer. I had the same recording dream, it was always blurry so I couldn’t make out much. But I got enough from the dream. I had asked Feyre one day to paint hazel and amber eyes, mixed with bat wings, shadows and flames. I could never really understand why I had seen those images so constantly in my dreams but I wanted to be able to see them no matter the time of day.

Feyre had even questioned me about it when she was painting it, but I just didn’t know how to answer it other than the fact that I had seen everything when I was asleep. I didn’t know who the eyes belonged to but I knew one day that I’d figure it out eventually. I knew whomever the eyes belonged to they would most likely be important to me. After pulling on a warm set of clothes I heard the front door open, followed by Feyre’s voice and shortly after Nesta’s voice.

“Where did you get that?” Nesta had asked, as I rejoined them. I glanced over at Feyre as she looked at me. Over the years Feyre and I had developed a secret sort of communication and were able to talk with each other via expressions. Feyre was asking for my help without actually saying something. I moved from my spot walking over to her.

“Where do you think I got it?” Feyre questioned back, her voice hoarse.

I looked over at Nesta and my Uncle, they were by the hearth warming their hands. I had noticed Elain but gave her no mind just like she did to me. I watched closely as Feyre removed a wolf pelt from the doe she had collected. Then she turned and took her boots off placing them by the door. Feyre turned back towards Elain and myself, she glanced at her second oldest sister before her eyes fell onto me.

“Will it take you long to clean it?” Elain had asked simply.

I took note of the question, it was directed towards me and Feyre. We were the only ones who truly knew how to clean an animal. It wasn’t a hard task to learn, all things considered. I released a huff and glided towards the doe. I paid no mind to the conversation going on currently. At some point Feyre had joined me and we began working together.

“Are you going to come with us to the market tomorrow?” I lifted my eyes at the question Feyre had asked. Then briefly I looked over at Nesta and Elain.

“I think I’ll stay here if that’s all right.” For some reason my voice was soft as I answered Feyre’s question. Feyre only gave a nod and the conversation dropped there. Eventually night fell and we were stuffed in the bed. I was exhausted from today’s adventure and ready for bed.

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I had spent most of the day with my Uncle though he hadn’t made much of an effort to talk to me. So I ended up in the trees. When I didn’t want to talk to anyone this is where I’d come. I’d pick a tree, climb it and sit on the branch. Sometimes I’d stay resting on the tree well past sunset to watch the stars shine brightly in the sky. This was my safe heaven and I didn’t know what I’d do without this. Feyre stood down below staring up at me.

“Come on, food’s ready.” She said my cousin was never happy that I could climb the trees. She also didn’t understand why I did it. In a sense I guess I needed to be closer to the stars or the sun or maybe the clouds. I never really knew, it was always a guessing game with my feelings. “When will you stop climbing into trees?”

I shrugged my shoulders, attempting to move the weight on my back. It always felt like something was dragging against the ground. I didn’t understand it, I had hoped to one day reunite with my parents and ask them why it felt that way on my back. I hadn’t seen them since they dropped me off at my cousins, so I guess I would never really get my answers. I looked back at Feyre realizing that she was still waiting for me to answer her question, the one I hadn’t answered yet.

“Never. It’s my safe haven away from Nesta, Elain and Uncle.” I finally answered the question as Feyre and I started walking back towards the home.

“Just don’t hurt yourself. I can’t lose my best friend.” Feyre looked at me. Her blue-green eyes blazing brightly. We entered the house, finally we were all sitting down and eating the deer. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to whatever conversation they were having. I would take small bites of my food to savor it, and in between I’d play with it until I decided to take another bite. A roar so loud I had to cover my ears brought me out of my thoughts.

Hesitantly I reached for my dagger, but didn’t make a move to pull it out of its sheath. Nesta and Elain were screaming, snow burst into the room we were in as the door opened and a growling figure appeared in our line of sight. I was so confused as to what was going on but finally I pulled the dagger out of my hands and moved in front of Nesta and Elain. The dagger was in front of me as I looked up at the beast. My heartbeat was beating so fast, I couldn’t seem to calm it down.

“MURDERERS!” Its voice was rough as it looked around the room. My breath caught in my throat as I glanced over at Feyre. We both knew what this was. Faerie. I couldn’t believe there was a Fae in our home. Who was it and what did they want? Those were the only questions that seemed to be running through my mind. “MURDERERS!” It roared again.

“P-please,” I could hear my Uncle’s voice from somewhere in the room. I couldn’t look away from the beast to figure out where his voice was coming from. “Whatever we have done, we did so unknowingly, and—”

“W-w-we didn’t kill anyone.” Nesta added, choking on the sobs that left her lips. I briefly pulled my eyes away from the beast and saw her holding the iron bracket over her head. I guess she hoped it would protect her from the monster at our front door.

“Get out,” Feyre snapped at the beast, she held a dinner knife in front of her. I shifted slightly and caught the eyes of the beast. It looked at me, then it seemed to halt its movements. It sensed something on me, I could tell. “Get out, and begone.” Feyre added. His roar was so loud it shook the entire cottage along with everything in it. Before I had a chance to speak I watched Feyre hurl her hunting knife at the beast. But he was able to block it before it made contact with his skin.

Feyre stumbled backwards almost knocking into her father. I stepped forward slightly, the faerie had almost killed my cousin. I had almost lost her. The eyes of the monster landed on me, he looked at me differently then he had looked at Feyre. I straightened my back slightly, moving my shoulders to adjust the weight on my back. It was almost like he could sense that something was different about me. That I was different from my cousins. But as far as I was aware whatever was different about me he couldn’t see it. At least that’s what I hoped.

“WHO KILLED HIM?” He roared out, pulling his eyes away from me to look around at the rest of my family. He stalked towards us, he set his paw on the table, his claws scratched into the table one by one. I shuddered at the thought of what those claws could do.

“Killed who?” Feyre was quick to ask the question.

He growled out, his voice was low, “the wolf.” I looked to my cousin as her eyes fell to mine. I hadn’t been with her but she had in fact killed that wolf. At this moment I wish I had been with her. Maybe I should tell the creature that I was the one who had killed the wolf, but I knew Feyre wouldn’t let me do that.

“A wolf?” Elain released a shriek, I had to stop myself from covering my ears when I heard it.

“A large wolf with a gray coat,” he snarled at us.

“If it was mistakenly killed,” Feyre said to the beast, her voice calm. “What payment could we offer in exchange?” I closed my eyes dreading what this creature might want in return.

“The payment you must offer is the one demanded by the Treaty between our realms.”

“For a wolf?” I asked, tilting my head. This was so confusing.

“Who killed the wolf?” His eyes whirled around the room staring at each of us. I moved my shoulders, stepping forward however Feyre beat me to it.

“I did.” She said.

“Surely you lie to save them, to save her.” He said pointing at me with his clawed finger. I gulped, I feared that he might try and take me instead of Feyre. This wasn’t happening, this had to be a dream. I need to wake up now, I go to pinch myself only it hurts. This is real.

“We didn’t kill anything!” Elain cried. “Please… please, spare us!” Nesta hushed Elain, though she did it through her own crying. I couldn’t bring myself to cry like they were. I guess because I had been hunting for a while with Feyre. Suddenly my Uncle was standing from where he’d been sitting, grunting in pain.

“I killed it!” Feyre said, I watched as the beast pulled his eyes away from Nesta and Elain to look at her. “I sold its hide at the market today. If I had known it was a faerie, I wouldn’t have touched it.” I knew that was a lie.

“Liar.” So did he, apparently. “You knew. You would have been more tempted to slaughter it had you known it was one of my kind.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Did it attack you? Were you provoked?”

I looked over at my cousin waiting for her to say yes, to say something other than the word that was uttered from her mouth, “No,” she said, with a snarl of her own. “But considering all that your kind has done to us, considering what your kind still likes to do to us, even if I had known beyond a doubt, it was deserved.”

He released a growl to Feyre’s answer. I could feel the rage coming from the creature. I think we all could. I didn’t like where this was heading and I knew where this was heading. I didn’t want it to be the case. I can’t lose Feyre, she’s all I have. Sure the others are here but they don’t really care for me, I’m just an extra mouth that my parents forced them to take care of because they couldn’t handle whatever was wrong with me.

“What is the payment the Treaty requires?”

He continued to stare at Feyre as he talked to her, “A life for a life. Any unprovoked attacks on faerie-kind by humans are to be paid only by a human life in exchange.” Nesta and Elain stopped crying at the admission.

“I didn’t know.” Feyre said. “Didn’t know about that part of the Treaty.”

I couldn’t think of a way out of this, of a way to keep Feyre here with us. “Most of you mortals have chosen to forget that part of the Treaty,” he said, “which makes punishing you far more enjoyable.”

The panic inside me was flickering, I couldn’t lose her. He was going to take her away. I would never see the only person who understood me ever again.

“Do it outside,” Feyre whispered, her voice trembling. I wanted to cry for the first time in what felt like forever. But I still couldn’t bring myself to not yet anyway. “Not… here.”

“Willing to accept your fate so easily?” He asked. “For having the nerve to request where I slaughter you, I’ll let you in on a secret, human: Prythian must claim your life in some way, for the life you took from it. So as a representative of the immortal realm, I can either gut you like swine, or… you can cross the wal and live our the remainder of your days in Prythian.”

“What?” Feyre asked.

“Please.” I begged, no matter how hard I was trying to hold back my tears they had started to fall down my face. “Please don’t take her away from me. I can’t lose her.” I broke, as the words exited my mouth. My knees trembled and I quickly dropped to the ground staring at the beast.

“You can either die tonight or offer your life to Prythian by living in it forever, forsaking the human realm.”

I was shaking my head looking at my cousin. “Do it, Feyre,” my Uncle whispered from behind Feyre. “Go.”

“No. Please.” I cried out again.

“Live where? Every inch of Prythian is lethal to us.” She does have a point. “Why bother?”

“You murdered my friend,” he snarled at her. “Murdered him, skinned his corpse, sold it at the market, and then said he deserved it, and yet you have the nerve to question my generosity?”

Feyre stepped forward. “You didn’t need to mention the loophole.”

He released another snarl. “Foolish of me to forget that humans have such low opinions of us. Do you humans no longer understand mercy?” He’s so close to Feyre now. “Let me make this clear for you, girl: you can either come live at my home in Prythian—offer your life for the wolf’s in that way—or you can walk outside right now and be shredded to ribbons. Your choice.”

“Please, good sire—Feyre is my youngest. I beseech you to spare her. She is all… she is all…” His words seemed to die in his throat as he talked. “Please—”

“Silence.”

“I can get gold—” He tried to come up with a compromise, and I hoped that the beast would allow it over taking Feyre away.

“How much is your daughter’s life worth to you? Do you think it equates to a sum?” He questioned. Nothing came out to answer the question, the silence was deafening as Feyre stepped forward. She looked back at me, like she was sending her apology to me. I knew what it meant, she was leaving to protect all of us. And to honor the Treaty he was talking about.

“When do we go?” Feyre asked, I started shaking my head. I couldn’t breath, this was happening too fast for my liking.

“Now.”

I couldn’t hear anything after that. It was all silent. I wanted this to be a dream more than anything right now. I wish it were. I really do wish I could just wake up from this. I felt myself begging the creature over and over, asking to go with them. But Feyre turned it down before I even had a chance. I felt her arms around me as she said goodbye. But I still couldn’t process anything. Before I knew it she was gone, taken just like that.

I wouldn’t have my best friend with me anymore. I’d live a life without her and that broke me. I crumpled to the floor and cried out silently. I received no comfort from any of them the rest of the night. I just stayed on the floor until I eventually cried myself to sleep, hoping for a better future. Maybe I’d get a better future now. I just had to remain strong and not let my thoughts consume me. But that was a difficult challenge.

#azriel x original character #eris vanserra x original character #azriel x eris #a court of thorns and roses #feyre archeron #original characters #nesta archeron #papa archeron #elain archeron #azriel #eris vanserra

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Signs- Fred Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 06, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request- Hiya! I was wondering if I could get number eight from your prompt list with Fred Weasley? :D I love your work! Congrats on 100!!!!

A/n- Hiya! Omg ty!!!🥺 And of course you can! I hope you like it!

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Warnings- arguing (it’s not bad at all, but just in case)

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To say that Fred was busy is an understatement. The man barely got any sleep, the bags under his eyes were more prominent than ever, he just looked so exhausted. You wished you could help your boyfriend, but you were feeling exhausted too. The one confusing thing though was that you didn’t even work that much, you worked at a small bookstore down the way from Weasley Wizards Wheezes 4 days a week for 5 hours, which is much less than most people.

You were also gaining weight, which was weird as well because recently you had started to eat healthier for your health and because, why not?

You were just lying in your bed one night, Fred still in his office downstairs working on some paperwork. You were reading a book when all of the sudden your boobs started to feel weird, almost sore, which was odd because you haven’t done anything all day, you were too exhausted honestly, and the only time your boobs were ever sore was after a… night… with Fred. That hasn’t happened in weeks though.

“Aw shit,” you groaned and tried to rub your boob, only making you hiss in pain, they were really tender. You tried to go back to reading but with your boobs hurting like hell and the fact that your eyes were barely able to stay open, you decided to call it a night.

As you closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep, you heard the flat door open followed by two voices. “Oi, shut up, she’s probably asleep,” you heard Fred whisper. “Okay, okay, sorry. Night,” George whispered, you then heard a door close, you assumed it was Georges bedroom door.

Then you heard your bedroom door open and a bit of shuffling before you felt a dip in your bed. Fred sighed while looking down at his already “asleep” girlfriend.

“Night my love,” he whispered to you before wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulled you close to his chest before you finally let sleep take you over.

You woke up very early the next morning with the feeling that your dinner from last night was in your throat. “Oh my g-” you cut yourself off by quickly throwing Fred’s arms off of you and darting to the bathroom connected to your guy’s room. You threw up everything in your stomach into the bathtub.

You were trying to catch your breath all while trying to stay up on your knees, you felt so exhausted that you thought your limbs were going to give out. “Hey, y/n, are you alright?” you heard Fred next to you. You nodded your head and leaned your head against the edge of the bathtub.

“Come on, you get back to bed, I’ll clean this up,” he told you. You shook your head and said, “No you go, I’ll do it”. He was hesitant to follow through but he was really tired so he just complied and walked back to bed.

You cleaned out the bathtub before brushing your teeth and exiting the bathroom. As you were walking out your brain started to wander, “You could be pregnant. No! That’s crazy. You could be though. Oh my Godric shut up, you’re not.” you debated with yourself before getting back into bed with an already asleep Fred.

The morning came a little too quickly for your liking, but you had to go to work so you got up, got dressed, and ate before heading downstairs.

“Hi darling,” Fred greeted you. He and George were getting ready to open up the shop.

“Hi Freddie,” you yawned and slung your arms around his neck before giving him a light peck on the lips.

“You must be tired,” he chuckled when he looked down to see you half asleep against his chest. You just nodded your head and pulled away from him before giving him a tired smile.

“I have to go, see you later tonight,” you told him and exited the shop. He frowned at your words ‘later tonight’ but quickly replaced it with a smile and waved to you until you were out of sight.

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The next few nights were filled with uncomfortable body parts and some mornings were filled with prior meals being thrown up. Fred had just assumed that it was a stomach bug and let you get all of your sicknesses out, allowing him to get more sleep before another tiring day of work.

You, on the other hand, didn’t think lightly of the sickness. They were signs that you had read about and been told about all of the time.

They were signs of pregnancy.

With Fred working all of the time, you were only able to get a quickie in before work one morning about a month ago, so there was a possible chance that you were. But it was highly unlikely. People try for years and still never get pregnant, so one quickie couldn’t possibly end up in you being pregnant, right?

You decided that the next time you didn’t have work you were going to go to Saint Mungo’s to find out if you were or not. They had just adopted a muggle technology called an ultrasound where they would see into your stomach and see if there was a baby in there.

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The morning of your appointment you tried to sneak past Fred to just exit the shop but of course, he saw you.

“Hi, love! Where are you headed off to?” he asked and picked up a box off the ground before placing it back on the shelf.

You stiffened, “Um,” was all you said.

“You’re headed off to ‘um’ well that’s an odd name for a place,” he joked and hugged you, “now where are you really going?”.

“Um, I’m going to saint- I’m going to go to the bakery down the alley,” you looked up at him, hoping he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

“Alright then, get me something while you’re there. Haven’t had something sweet in ages,” he chuckled and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You smiled before quickly walking out of the shop and getting out of view before apparating to Saint Mungo’s.

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Fred started to get worried when 2 hours later, you weren’t back from the bakery yet. “Maybe it’s just busy today,” he thought. But for the next 10 minutes, he couldn’t shake the bad feeling he had, “What if something bad happened to her?”.

He looked around the shop to see that there weren’t that many people, “George, I’m gonna go real quick, can you manage by yourself?” Fred asked. George nodded his head before turning to help one of the few customers.

Fred quickly hurried out of the shop and down to the bakery that you were supposedly at. He walked in and looked around, you weren’t there though. He started to panic and quickly headed back to the shop to inform George on the situation.

“Y/n’s not at the bakery where she said she would be, where is she?” Fred asked George desperately. “Behind you,” George chuckled at the panicked look on Fred’s face. Fred turned so quickly that if his head wasn’t attached to his body, it would have flown right off.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you and ran over to you and hugged you. “Oh my goodness, you scared me! Where were you?!” he asked a little too loudly, making you start to tear up. You were already emotional from the news you received but his loud voice pushed you over the edge.

“Oh, don’t cry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice,” he cooed and hugged you tighter, “you just scared me a lot.”.

“That’s not why I’m crying,” you told him shakily.

“Well, why are you crying then?” he asked worriedly. You didn’t answer, you just grabbed his hand and led him up to the fault and into your room.

“Do you want a baby?” you asked him once you closed the door. He put a perplexed look on his face, “Why? Do you want a baby?” he asked. You didn’t answer his question again, you just took the ultrasound out of your pocket and handed it to him.

It took him a second to put the pieces together before his eyes widened, “You mean… you’re…?”, “Pregnant!” you said with as much enthusiasm as your shaking body could give out. He looked up at you with the biggest smile on his face, “We’re having a baby?”. A smile etched its way into your face, “We’re having a baby,” you confirmed with jazz hands.

He sat the ultrasound on the bed before grabbing your face and kissing you passionately. You lifted your arms up to then wrap them around his neck and pull him closer to you. After about a minute, you both pulled away to catch your breath.

“I have to go tell George!” he exclaimed before darting out of the room. “Fred!” you called out after him, but he was already long gone. You chuckled before sitting down on the bed and grabbing the ultrasound.

You looked at the picture for a few minutes. “Only 8 more months until your daddy and I get to meet you little one,” you said while rubbing your belly. “And I couldn’t be happier,” you heard from the door.

You looked over to see Fred smiling down at you and George standing behind him.

“Congrats you two, I thought I heard something that morning” George teased, earning a smack on the head from Fred. After the three of you laughed at George’s comment you thanked him before Fred walked over to you and sat next to you.

He put his face by your stomach, “Hi little one, I’m your daddy. I’m really excited to meet you.”. He then looked up at you and kissed you before putting his head on your lap, allowing you to run your hands through his hair.

“This is so cool, I’m going to be a mom!” you exclaimed and scratched the back of his neck. “And you’ll be a great one at that,” Fred gushed before lifting his head to give you another kiss while rubbing your belly.

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xoxo

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley imagine #harry potter characters x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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nana-kom · 6 months

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Hiiii ! I decided to write a little fic for Halloween, it’s a little different, I’ll hope you like it ! 💜

This is a weight gain fic, if you don’t like don’t read. This contain, feedism, unrealistic weight gain, magic.

Trick or treat

Another year of spending his evening alone, Halloween night had become a living hell for Jisung. It wasn't that he didn't like the holiday; what he didn't like was having strangers barge into his house just because they wanted candy. He just liked to be alone and not have to socialize, and this year he'd been rather smart, turning off the lights at home and deciding to spend the evening in his room watching movies. Lying in bed, he enjoyed his free time and ate sweets (yes, he wasn't going to stop himself it was still Halloween right ?), and all he wanted was to have a clear, trouble-free evening. At least that's what he would have liked, because things were about to take another turn.

Jisung was half asleep in front of his movie, candy in his mouth, when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Once, then twice, then three times and enough times for Jisung to decide to leave his room. Fuck Halloween night, he thought as he descended the stairs to his house. Opening the door to find three boys his own age dressed as The Powerpuff Girls, he rolled his eyes and frowned.

"Trick or treat!" then said the one in the middle disguised as Blossom.

"I don't have any candy, okay? Leave me alone and stop ringing!" Jisung replied.

"Yes, but you've got chocolate around your mouth..." said the one in Bubbles.

"So what? Go and ring other houses, but leave me alone!" he said as he closed the door before feeling something block it. He frowned again before seeing the one disguised as Buttercup holding the door shut with his foot. "What's the matter with you? You're not too old to be doing this ?"

"There's no age for fun!" Replied the one disguised as bubbles, smiling.

"You don't want to fall under a trick, do you? You should give us sweets!" Jisung then began to laugh.

"What ? You think you're scaring him with your little-girl disguises?"

"Don't let the appearance fool you!" said Bubbles then, Jisung looked him up and down and rolled his eyes, this boy really did look cute but the contrast between his voice and his costume didn't make him believable.

"Listen, kids, I'm going to go home and enjoy MY sweets, but as for you, go home and stop pissing off strangers!" he said, starting to get angry.

"you'll regret this!"

"I'd like to see that yeah..."

This time Jisung slammed the door behind him before returning to his house, idiots, he thought then, reflecting on the last man's words. He decided to go to this room and he lay back in bed before resuming eating his sweets, though he didn't put the film back on, too busy thinking about what had just happened.

"Me sorry? Screw them, I..."

Suddenly, his stomach began to rumble like crazy, and it even start to hurt because the sensation of hunger was so strong. Even if he filled himself with candy during all the beginning of the evening, it was as if he didn’t ate at all for days. He didn't even have time to realize what was happening to him as he ran to the kitchen, opened the fridge and started eating anything and everything. He start putting what he has on his fridge, like rice from the other day, and ice cream from the freezer, he didn’t care to mix sweets with salty food, if it was food, he would ate everything. He then began to gorge himself on all the food he could find, taking it directly into his arms, the feeling of hunger taking control of his whole body. The more he ate, the more he felt the need to have food inside him, moaning and enjoying every mouthful and not stopping. From the outside, he looks like a pig, not thinking, not acting like a descend person just on the floor of his kitchen eating whatever he has. He didn't even notice that his belly started to swell and his buttocks began to get wider, so wide that he suddenly fell to the floor, which didn't bother him since he had to keep eating. He didn’t even notice that his delicate face, with its protruding jaw, had turned into a large double chin that completely covered his neck, and that even his fingers had become chubby. He was actually turning himself into a blog without realizing it. Jisung was too lost in the pleasure of eating, and his brain was thinking of nothing except putting more and more food into his mouth.

It took him several minutes and a lot of effort to stand up, his belly falling in front of him and each step difficult but worth it, as he get up he could help but letting out so much burp and sweating has he was having a long seance of gym. so he finally reached one of the cupboards before opening it and continued to eat candy after candy, chocolate, candy bar, cakes, cookies, anything sweet went into his mouth and turned directly into fat. After a few hours of stuffing, Jisung finally reached his limit and came to his senses. He frowned, not understanding, what has happen to him, and suddenly realized that his whole body had become a huge ball of fat, that he wasn't even a human anymore, but a pig who had devoured everything in sight. He tried to stand up, but found that his body was far too heavy, his arms had become two large lumps of fat that he could hardly move, and his belly was so big that he couldn't even see his feet, which were also enveloped in fat. His face was totally sinking into his double chins and he was reduced to a fat blob unable to do anything. Not to mention his breasts, which were so big and heavy, he himself had never seen them on anyone, of of course not on a man. How could a chest be so big, so big that they fell on either side of his belly, his belly that were so big that he couldn’t even lift himself from the floor. He didn't understand how his evening had turned out this way, and when he heard the door to his house slam he began to panic. He was naked in his kitchen because all his clothes had cracked as he put on weight, and he couldn't stand upright trapped in his own body. Then he saw the man dressed as Buttercup in the kitchen and felt vulnerable.

"Minho....why?" he then asked.

"All you had to do was be obedient, my darling..." he said, gently stroking his belly. "I see that this year you haven't been able to control yourself once again." He then moved closer to him before taking his face in his hands. "You're so soft, my little piggy."

"I...why do you do this every time?"

"Maybe I like seeing you so vulnerable when you were standing up to me not even a few hours ago...are you hungry?"

"I think I've eaten enough for the rest of my life!" he said then.

Minho then put his hand on Jisung's stomach, which began to gurgle again, and he began to whimper like a child that he was hungry. He began to let out moans and groans like he had earlier in the evening when he said he needed to be fed, except that this time he had someone at his side to look after him, and Minho was delighted to look after his boyfriend, who was far too fat to do anything about it. Minho, who had been collecting sweets all evening with his friends Hyunjin and Felix, then began to feed them to Jisung, who became calmer the more food he had in his mouth. He understood how much Jisung enjoyed eating as he watched him lose himself in each bite and the way he kept asking for more, no wonder he swelled up so quickly, he thought. Every year it was the same thing and every year, it must be said, he was always trying to push the limits of Jisung's body, but the pleasure was just as strong whether it was for one or the other. See, Minho was a witch with some pretty special powers who got his kicks on Halloween night, so he and his boyfriend had perfected this tradition every year, creating role play for themselves to spice things up each time. And he suspected that Hyunjin and Félix do that with their respective boyfriends too, who kinda had the same behavior as Jisung when they ring to their houses. Minho continued to feed his boyfriend, as if he were a baby unable to feed himself because he'd become too fat to do anything. Minho then began to caress his body and take each of his bulges in his hands, and Jisung moaned with pleasure. He actually felt his fat move against his penis and couldn't help but keep letting out moans of pleasure, realizing that this big body could give him so much sensation. Liking the pleasure of getting this big and let Minho having all the control on his body. Yes, he didn't like Halloween night, but how he loved the pleasure his boyfriend could give him.

"You should be careful when you're offered a trick or treat...baby..."

"Shut up and feed me, the night is still not over." say Jisung, which made his boyfriend smile, he loved Halloween night so much.

"Next year, I'll make you even fatter!" he said, placing a kiss on his lips before starting to stuff him again.

#weight gain fic #chubby skz #chubby kpop #weight gain skz #weight gain kpop #chubby Han

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softievante · 8 months

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Hello! Welcome back!!!! I’d like to request a seventeen fic pls 😌 ok so! Verkwan, it’s an established relationship, and Seungkwan is going crazy with wedding planning and ends up stress eating a lot and getting chubby, then gets insecure/overwhelmed by his tux not fitting and is reassured by Vernon (bonus points if Vernon is also chubby 🥺)

SORRY FOR THE WAIT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED ON THE WEEKEND 🫠

hi!!!!! i was so happy to receive this bc honestly verkwan are like. my sweethearts. i think i added more to the plot than the request demanded but 🥹 it’s only bc i got carried away i guess… and also since you asked for a bonus of chubby vernon i kinda gave him a part into seungkwan’s gain 🫣 anyway hope you enjoy it :)

i’ll call this…

✨ entering marriage statistics

as seungkwan walked in circles, covering the entire area of the apartment every minute or so, hansol watched his repetitive movements without interfering, trying to concentrate on a random television show. he sat comfortably on the sofa, legs spread accommodating a cushion where his hands rested, busy inside a bag of chips. beside him, on the arm chair, a half-empty can of coke had warmed up by now.

it was on seungkwan’s fifth lap that he sighed, resolute, realizing he’d have to bring his fiancé back to reality.

“babe, aren’t you feeling dizzy?” hansol clasped his hands to get rid of remaining crumbs. he folded the empty packet and put it next to the long forgotten can.

“no,” seungkwan replied, stopping in the middle of the living room to stare at hansol. “i’m thinking”

the latter pretended to consider the argument, then contested it:

“and can’t you do it sitting still?”

seungkwan shrugged, shifting his body’s weight from one leg to another like a restless kid.

“i can, but… ideas circulate better inside my brain this way.”

“i’m pretty sure that’s not true, seungkwanie,” argued hansol. he got up from the sofa to wrap his arms around seungkwan’s neck, the height difference between them allowing seungkwan to be fully embraced, enveloped in a comforting warmth.

“hansollie,” he tried to protest, although his legs didn’t even hesitate to follow hansol back to the couch.

“have you eaten today, at least? i didn’t see you stop for a single moment since i woke up.”

“ate more than i should, honestly,” seungkwan complained with a grunt, hansol’s hand at his lower back to pull him into his lap. “seems like i can’t control my appetite these days.” he’d complement that this had a big influence from the stupid amount of goodies hansol filled their pantry with, but preferred to stop there. it was not like hansol was forcing him to eat any of those, right?

“no such thing as ‘eating more than you should’.” he caressed seungkwan’s left hip, finally getting him exactly where he wanted, settled on top of his thighs. seungkwan tried not to pay too much attention to the disparity between the two, his muscle much thinner compared to his fiancé’s. “you need energy to manage all this stuff.”

“how can you be so relaxed?” seungkwan whined, both from the frustration of having such a laid-back partner and from the smooches he was currently receiving on his neck. hansol’s lips felt raspy due to the chip’s crumbs, a sensation that was not unfamiliar when they started to make out without previous warning. “we’re getting married, hansol!” seungkwan exclaimed, placing his hands on the chest in front of him to maintain an almost threatening eye contact.

hansol didn’t seem too fazed.

“i trust you,” he said, a small and enamoured smile adorning his mouth. seungkwan was divided between the will to scream and the will to punch that pretty face. “also, shouldn’t you trust the people in charge of all these things?” hansol lifted a questioning eyebrow.

seungkwan crossed his arms, shifting on his lap.

“i don’t trust anyone.” he looked away, engulfing himself into a self-hug. “i don’t want things to go wrong…” he tried to explain better, resting his forehead on hansol’s shoulder as he mumbled against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. it smelled of tenderness. “and also, you didn’t seem bothered when the mission was testing out sweets, hm?”

“it’s because i wasn’t bothered. not at all,” hansol agreed, a wide grin taking place when he felt seungkwan’s touch at his waist, going next to grab the proper softness of his tummy. he sure had entered marriage statistics a bit early, the 20lbs he packed on since he and seungkwan got serious a noticeable indicator.

“did you eat properly today, chwe hansol?” the question came under an obvious mock tone, although its addition revealed a share of preoccupation, “or did you spend the day filling yourself with snacks as if it was a reasonable meal?”

“boo…” hansol used the surname like a weapon, its similarity to the english pet name an usual attempt to trick seungkwan. “i had breakfast, at least… ate the pancakes you left for me,” he informed, trying to get his lips back on the mole-painted skin.

seungkwan, however, wasn’t willing to fall for it this time.

“pancakes are not a meal!” hansol hissed when the pressure of a nip attacked a roll on his abdomen. seungkwan didn’t hesitate to command, “open your phone, you’re gonna have a proper lunch.”

“it’s three in the afternoon, seungkwan,” hansol responded, even though he was, at the very moment, squirming in his seat to fish the device out of his pocket.

“so?” seungkwan dismissed the complaint, leaning forward to take a peak at the cellphone’s screen.

hansol was sharp to shoot, “so i’ll only order it if you join me.”

“but i’ve already–”

“don’t lie to me, i didn’t see you at the table at any moment, much less going out at lunchtime,” hansol pointed out, his eyes squinted and accusing.

seungkwan, in all his mature adult glory, whimpered.

“but i’ve been eating all day!” he tried to escape from his fiancé’s lap, without success.

hansol squeezed his waist. “what have you been eating, exactly? the snacks you’ve been stealing from me?”

if seungkwan had a hole to stick his face into right now, he would do it. a hot wave of shame spread through his body, the feeling of being (correctly) denounced like that making him cringe.

“hansollie,” was the only thing he managed to verbalize, a pout curled up on his lips meanwhile hansol appeared to be too busy with the delivery app.

“you prefer sweet or bittersweet dressing to your jjajangmyeon, mr. hypocrite?”

seungkwan cried out more incomprehensible words, face buried in the crook of hansol’s neck.

“bittersweet.” his mumbling vibrated against hansol’s skin, earning a swift giggle as it tickled.

“o.k., done.”

seungkwan withdrew from his temporary hiding place to evaluate the total order, frowning when he noticed its last detail.

“why’d you order for three?”

“it’s for you, me and the baby.”

“what baby, hansol?” seungkwan grimaced in confusion.

“me.”

he couldn't stop the laugh that expanded into the room as hansol claimed that with the straightest of faces. hansol himself, on the other hand, considered the reaction a full-on victory, since for a few moments seungkwan wasn't and wouldn't be stressing about the countless preparations.

an hour later, seungkwan found himself laid back on a chair, the empty takeout bags scattered on the table between him and hansol, who finished his last serve of tempered noodles.

how did his lover managed to put that much food inside, seungkwan didn’t know, yet now had an idea of the coma state in which hansollie got into sometimes, seungkwan’s own stomach so full he didn’t dare to move.

“i don’t know if i can get up,” he confessed, voice dragging out after a deep exhale. one hand snaked down to his abdomen, at that point turned round and hard.

hansol smiled after swallowing one of the many absurd bites he’d managed to fit into his mouth during that late lunch.

“awesome. means you ate well.”

seungkwan huffed, irritated.

“it means i ate like a pig, that’s what it means.”

“now let’s not exaggerate.” hansol rolled his eyes, taking the moment to sip on his (now pleasantly fresh) coke. he suppressed a hiccup before adding, “your table manners are impeccable.”

“don’t know if i can say the same about yours,” seungkwan teased, trying to hold back a giggle.

hansol raised one of his thick eyebrows.

“oh, we’re being mean now? don’t expect me to carry you to bed, then.”

“noo, that’s not what i meant…” seungkwan jutted his lower lip, his foot searching for hansol’s shin under the table in order to give it a light kick.

“relax, i wouldn’t do that to you.” hansol trapped seungkwan’s foot between his feet, looking at him with sincerity. “wait like, twenty minutes and i’ll carry you bridal style into the room. then you can have the best nap of your life.”

seungkwan rubbed his sole against hansol’s heel, trying to initiate an act that commonly preceded much less innocent actions. in the reason of his stuffed state, however, he was unable to climb beyond his calf.

seungkwan sighed, sliding down on the chair while still rubbing circles on his belly. “so that’s married life, huh?”

hansol smirked.

“well, if you give me a few extra minutes, i can try something that you’ll wake you up…”

seungkwan scowled.

“sorry, i’ll pass. really want my nap.”

they both cackled, full of both food and love.

***

apparently, to stuff yourself silly with company was way less humiliating than doing it on your own, seungkwan soon found out. maybe because your shame couldn’t be shared, so your only option was to wallow on it until you passed out due to the fullness.

his worries about the ceremony unfortunately went on, hansol’s distractions only working to a certain extent. alongside this, continued the habit of snacking every time the slightest inconvenience got in the way, which led to frequent episodes of exaggeration, or even to the mortifying certainty that, between each and every main meal, a smaller one would be present.

of course the consequences began to show up, to seungkwan’s disgust: he now needed to bounce a few hops to get into his pants in the morning, his shirts started to strain due to his tummy pushing out the fabric, plus said shirt’s sleeves were pretty tight around his plushy arms. even his nipples took a toll, looking swollen all the time.

it was gradual, each passing day bringing a different change and provoking a new spiral of panic every time seungkwan noticed each respective transformation. he martirized himself, repeating inside his head “control yourself, for fucks sake”, although little did he do to actually regulate his eating patterns.

in fact, “control” became a harder verb to act upon after he leaned into the tendency of always having a bite at hand, the strategy of buying extra goodies his solution to avoid getting caught. he could understand why his fiancé got addicted to those prepackaged foods; they were the closest he had from a sigh of relief during these stressful days.

it was like he’d got lost in a maze, built up by his own lack of self-limits and from which he didn’t really bother getting out.

“seungkwaaaanie!” hansol’s voice echoed from the entrance, making seungkwan jump in his place on the floor. around him, wrappers surrounded his notebook where the reception’s layout was sketched, the countless groups’ dispositions the reason he had guiltily chewed each candy now settled to soften his stomach even more.

in a desperate fuss, he picked out the wraps and buried them deep inside his pockets in the hope of hiding them before hansol could reach the living room.

it worked, but seungkwan still received a suspicious stare as he tried to appear natural with the notebook on his lap.

“what are you doing?” hansol inquired, curious as always.

“trying not cause a war or the minimal taste of discomfort between our guests,” seungkwan informed, forcing a sarcastic smile.

“ah, i see. why don’t you just randomize it instead? it’d be fun to see some fighting, don’t you think?” hansol played along with the irony, a plastic bag dangling from his right hand.

seungkwan pointed at it. “what’s that?”

hansol’s expression lit up. “oh, i almost forgot! i brought dinner.” oh, no. “there’s like kimbap for a whole week inside here, bibimbap with your favorites and a surprise dessert to make it complete,” he proudly listed, making seungkwan experience the banal reaction of his mouth watering and the somber wish to drop dead right now, both hitting him in a manner that made his stomach twist. hansol asked, “is that alright to you?”

“great”, seungkwan thought, an honest but defeated grin on his face as he verbally responded, “it’s more than alright, baby, thank you.”

great.

***

it was the day of the last suit fitting, exactly one month before the official ceremony.

seungkwan had stupidly forgotten about that. that there was a suit reserved for his wedding, that it had been selected to be a perfect fit, that now a disaster was approaching, scary and unstoppable.

a few minutes passed with the following scene: seungkwan staring at the clothes, the clothes not-staring-back at seungkwan from where they hang inside the dressing room. he knew what was destined for him once he undressed himself, so he was somehow trying to postpone it at all costs.

maybe having breakfast was a bad idea.

“hey, is everything ok in there?” hansol sounded from the outside, his voice muffled from the wooden door.

“hm, yeah,” seungkwan tried to modulate his tone into normality as he hurriedly dressed up, the tightness of his vests a foreseen sensation. “i just need one more minute…”

the pants weren’t even the worst part, because seungkwan gave up as soon as they didn’t go up past his thighs. the suit was the piece unsettling him the most, as it was not even possible to close up more than one single button (and poorly). it looked like it’d pop with the most suave of movements, meanwhile the tux itself fitted oddly around his arms and shoulders.

before he could rationalize the situation any better, seungkwan felt the humidity of two tear streaks running down his face, one on each side.

“no, no…” he muttered, spinning around himself as if that would fix whatever wrong prevented him from adequating inside that piece. as if it were a matter of pulling a loose thread or adjusting a flap.

“seungkwanie,” hansol spoke up again, lower than before. he seemed to know seungkwan had lied and that no, things were not ok. “can you open the door, please?”

if seungkwan was a little bit stronger, a bit more capable of freaking out on his own without fearing a complete breakdown, he’d have gulped down his sobs and came up with a plausible excuse. he’d have lied to hansol, moved on and focused on making a plan to lose all that weight in 30 days. there’d sure be an youtube channel to help him with that.

as his vulnerability got to the point of overflowing, however, he knew he wasn’t strong enough for any of those actions.

slowly, he unlocked the door with the fear of suddenly finding someone other than hansol outside. as he peaked his head out, though, there was no one beside his fiancé’s worried eyes.

“seungkwanie,” hansol called, alarmed. he moved closer to the opening, and seungkwan saw how handsome he looked in the black suit they had chosen together, a plastic flower in its left pocket just to compose the preview of the fitting. “what happened, my love? why are you crying?”

seungkwan bit his lower lip, the delicate manner through which hansol communicated his preoccupation making him want to cry even more.

babbling, stumbling on his words, he said, “i… i… it’s doesn’t… it doesn’t fit anymore, hansollie.”

a few instants were needed for hansol to understand. when he did, his mouth opened in a small, soundless “o”.

“ah…” he vocalized without breaking eye contact. seungkwan was beginning to panic. “can you… can you let me in?”

seungkwan didn’t answer. instead, he pulled the man inside the room with little courtesy, wrinkling the fabric of his shirt in the process.

with his back against the door, seungkwan turned the key to lock it again, breathing uneasily while hansol took his time examining him. the damage caused by his lack of self-control was more than evident in his stomach, jutting far beyond the hem of his pants and preventing the buttons on his suit from closing without looking forced and drawing attention to the area.

“kwan-ah,” hansol exhaled, his pupils wide due to the sight in front of him.

seungkwan couldn’t stand the visual connection. “i know. i look ridiculous.”

“you’re so fucking hot.”

“yeah and… what?” he screeched, face finally up to meet hansol’s gaze. his heart started racing with the hungry expression he met. “are you insane?”

“the pants didn’t fit, did they?” questioned hansol, noticing seungkwan was wearing a tight, tight pair of jeans that hugged his legs like a second skin.

“hm, no, i didn’t wanna risk ripping them and… hansol, what are you doi–”

what hansol was doing, precisely: placing one thigh between seungkwan’s legs while his hands entered the suit, raising the white shirt and feeling seungkwan’s warm skin. he squeezed the softness that now spilled from the sides.

“hansollie,” seungkwan gasped when he experimented the pressure of hansol’s thick thigh on his groin, his face on fire as he had his chest grabbed by hansol’s shameless fingers. gosh, he really felt like he had real tits at that moment.

“if this tux isn’t fitting, we’ll find a new one,” hansol said, pressing his body against seungkwan’s. it was impossible not to notice his clothed belly being crushed against seungkwan’s exposed one, a view that only gave more perspective on the gain. “one that makes you comfortable and that allows you to eat as much as you want without worrying, you understand?”

“b-but,” seungkwan stuttered, exasperated. “i d-don’t need to eat more, i’ve already gained enough weight to not fit in my damn suit, hansol!”

hansol rolled his eyes, annoyed.

“the clothes are the one that should fit you, not the contrary,” he pointed out, face serious. “you've been taking care of everything down to every last detail, seungkwan, you literally do not rest for a single minute if i don’t keep an eye on you. having to worry about losing weight, too? oh, no, not on my watch. i’m not gonna let you get sick!”

“but…”

an index finger touched seungkwan’s lips, while his waist was held tenderly.

“shh, no buts. let’s take these off and i’ll ask for a bigger size, alright?”

seungkwan reluctantly nodded.

“i’ve probably overgrown more than one size up already…”

“and that’s far from being a problem.” hansol planted a kiss on his nose. the grip on his waist was lowered to seungkwan’s hips, more specifically to the extra skin that spilled from the sides. “you’re so soft…” hansol commented, entranced by the new additions on his lover’s body.

“oh my god, you don’t even try to hide how much you’re into this. was this your plan all along, to fatten me up so i could catch up with you?”

“of course not!” hansol exclaimed, offended. “i like you in any shape or form, seungkwan,” he said like he was stating the obvious. the sky is blue, hansol loves seungkwan. obviousnesses. “although i have to admit that it’s pretty tempting to want to see your ass growing bigger…”

seungkwan squawked when a firm grip pressed one of his buttocks.

“pervert!” he slapped hansol’s arm. “you’re a pervert, that’s what you are! now get off me and go get me a proper suit, please.”

after some resistance, hansol obeyed, amused by seungkwan’s rush to compose himself. he didn’t miss the chance to tease, “so bossy… it’s like you weren’t even crying two minutes ago.”

seungkwan pulled him by the collar of his shirt to whisper in his ear, “you better take care of this hard dick of yours before you go walking around the store, you hear me?” and with that, he kicked hansol out of the dressing room. no further ceremony.

he, too, apparently, needed to take care of the volume between his legs.

#cher fics #svt #verkwan #chubby vernon #chubby seungkwan #ahhh married life <3 #guys if u only knew my self control not to make vernon burp in like. one specific scene. you’ll know which one #i respected the VibesTM #keep them reqs coming 👏

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jakelandryshorts · 2 years

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Special Scent

“You ready to start training old man?” Chad nodded his head at his new client.

Ross shook his head. “You’re my trainer?” he questioned. A bit of a raised eyebrow as he stared at the early 20 something jock. He’d been hoping to get a bit back into shape, but didn’t know exactly how to do it. He’d already bought some stuff online that was supposed to help him get big, however it strongly suggested finding a personal trainer as well.

“Sure am big guy,” Chad said. He pushed a finger into Ross’ belly.

“Hey!” Ross jumped back.

Chad laughed as he watched the other man squirm. “Don’t be such a pussy man. It’s just a joke.” He turned to a print out. “So, it says here you wanna gain some muscle. Well…” he looked over Ross with overly skeptical eyes. “Don’t know how much I can really do for ya. Or at least I’m hoping you’re not expectin instant results. Ya know?”

Ross nodded. “Yes. I know.” It’d been a long time since he’d ever stepped foot in a gym. Even then it was more because he had to for a fitness class in his freshmen year of college. That was near 20 years ago and even then he never worked out that much in there. Electives were always pushover classes. And with that 20 years, also came a lot of excess weight. “It’ll take a while. I just need someone to help with it. Alright?”

“Sure man. I’m your guy,” Chad flexed his thick muscular arm. Then slapped it for extra effect. “Best damn trainer in here.” The young wannabe bodybuilder did have some good definition there, but his attitude made him anything but lacking.

Again, Ross nodded. “Uh-huh, that’s why I hired you.” His attitude had become a bit more confrontational, but with Chad’s ego he didn’t seem to notice. “But before we get started, I wanted to ask you about this stuff I bought online. I don’t really know anything about it, but I heard it’s supposed to do wonders.” He pulled out two containers and a shaker bottle.

“Hmmm?” Chad looked over the two bottles. “Transference?” He read the name. “Never heard of that. Looks as legit as any other one though. Like the use of black, purple and green on the label though. Maybe I’ll have to try it…” Ross felt his stomach sink at the thought of pre and post workout formulas being so interchangeable that the label was the only thing that set them apart from each other. But he watched Chad examine the labels. “Looks like this ones the pre workout and this ones the post. All you gotta do is mix 6 ounces water with 1 scoop and you need to have someone you want to be like around as you work out. Then your transference will begin. The fuck does that mean?”

“Don’t know…” Ross shrugged.

“Alright man. Whatever. Just go get some water in that shaker and then we can get started,” Chad said.

Ross did as he was told, filling it up in the water fountain next to the locker rooms. He dumped a scoop of powder into the water and shook the bottle. He was surprised as to how brightly neon the water could become. It was almost like if all the lights went out there would be a green light emitting from it. Ross shook his head and brought the pre workout to his mouth. He poured it down.

“Holy shit!” he cursed. It almost burned as it dropped into his stomach.

“Tastes great. Don’t it?” Chad mocked, giving Ross a strong pat to the back. It nearly toppled the other man over. “It’s all part of process. You’ll feel it soon enough. So let’s get started.”

Ross followed Chad over to the machines. His trainer was just taking him through a normal work out. Nothing too complex or crazy. However, Ross felt a surge of energy running through him. Even though he’d never worked out before, somehow, he kept feeling like he wanted to put more and more weight during each exercise. More surprisingly, he was having fun.

Something about moving and feeling the pressure of the weights as he pushed himself through each workout was getting him more excited. Even as his shirt became drenched in sweat, Ross didn’t find himself slowing down at all. If anything, he kept pushing himself even harder. And with Chad actually paying attention to him a little bit more, Ross no longer felt as awkward in the gym.

However, after he finished the workout, he couldn’t help but feel as though something was off. Ross headed to the locker room, with Chad close behind. The trainer seemed to really interested in him. Though Ross couldn’t help but notice as some of the other guys working out around him also seemed to pay a bit of attention to him as he did exercises around him.

“Yo,” Chad finally said. “What kind of deodorant are you using?”

“Deodorant?” Ross looked at him skeptically. “Just normal stuff at the store. I don’t really look at it.”

“Dude! It smells fucking fire! I gotta know what it is,” Chad said. He leaned in closer and gave him a strong sniff. “Damn! You gotta let me know.”

Ross tried to pay it no mind as he was a bit prone to being paranoid around other people. “Sure…” Ross said. He suddenly felt a bit less comfortable than he had. However, it wasn’t just the situation. It was his clothes as well. Suddenly they started to feel even less comfortable than they had. Ross had figured it was the sweat as they clung tightly to his body. But when Ross looked himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but notice something was off.

The heavy belly he’d always had, wasn’t nearly as large. Instead, it looked like there was a lot of weight in his shoulders and chest. Same with his arms as they stretched his sleeves. “What the hell?” he wondered out loud, approaching the mirror. The shirt only seemed to constrict him even more. He held up his arm and gave it a flex.

Chad’s face plunged into his armpit.

“What the hell!?” Ross pushed the other man away.

“I… I…” Chad stammered for a second as he realized what he’d just done. The large muscular trainer looked just as Ross. “I couldn’t help it. You smell so damn good…” It almost came out as a moan as he said it. His body tensed up as he looked intently on Ross.

Ross couldn’t help but noticed the hard rod in his trainer’s shorts. Chad looked like he was struggling with it. He was obviously proud of his straightness. His ability to get girls just on his handsome looks and hot body were probably part of his core. Yet, right now, he couldn’t get enough of Ross. Ross felt his ego inflate a little bit. He lifted up his arm. “Do I?” he said coyly.

“C’mon man. Please…” Chad’s knees went weak. He seemed to be shaking as fought these weird new urges. Even stranger still was that his clothes no longer fit him as tightly as they had. He could feel the straps of his sleeveless shirt drooping over his shoulders. There wasn’t nearly as much pressure on his chest. And then his shorts fell around his ankles.

“Please what?” Ross approached Chad with his arm still raised. An obvious sweat stain filled his armpit. Chad let out another moan. His body almost collapsed in on itself. Ross made sure to catch him by the back of the head, then shoved him into his armpit. For only a second he felt the other man struggle. Then Chad gave up, burying his face into the stinky pit. “That’s it,” Ross added just a teeny bit pressure.

Chad continued to bury his face into the sweat and musk. Lost in the ecstasy, he nearly fell a couple of times, but quickly gripped onto Ross’ firm form for support. He didn’t notice that his body kept shrinking. Hard earned muscle, garnered over years of demanding work was rapidly disappearing. His arms no longer were large and imposing, instead they were thin and weak. Long thick bones that had grown through hard sport were shrinking and shortening. No longer did he have to bend over to fit perfectly into the smelly pit.

On the opposite end, Ross was growing. He could feel his shirt constricting more and more against his body. Small holes and tears started to appear in his workout shirt. Soon it was getting to be too much. A loud rip ran down his back side. ‘Oh well,’ Ross shrugged and used his big hand to easily rip the remnants of the fabric off his chest. Chad only seemed to enjoy it more as his face finally touched skin. His tongue lapped up the sweat underneath Ross’ pit.

“That’s a good boi,” Ross said. But his hand gripped the back of Chad’s head a bit tighter and pulled him out of his happy place. Chad looked up at the other man confused. No longer was it the out of shape late 40 something, but instead an incredibly handsome mid 30 something. Fat no longer covered his face but instead a strong beard gave him a more of a masculine look. His eyes were focused and commanding. And his voice even more so. “But Daddy’s gotta have a little bit of fun too.” He adjusted his cock in his shorts.

Chad’s body twisted with excitement. “But I’ve never done it before…”

“First time for everything,” Ross grinned. He slapped the other man in the back nearly knocking him over.

“Okay!” Chad cheered. His dominate personality seemed to have disappeared along with his muscles. He instantly flung himself back onto Ross, making sure his little hands were able to grope Ross’ pecs. They softly clawed at the hard muscles and ran through the fur growing on his chest.

Ross grabbed Chad and pushed him against the metal lockers. A bit harder than he meant to but Chad only seemed to enjoy it more. He pushed his ass out more. It was about the only thing on him that hadn’t shrunk dramatically. Ross smirked as he dropped his shorts around his ankles. He fished his cock out of his boxers, noticing that strange green glow dripping from his tip.

Pressing his cock against Chad’s anus, he was surprised to find it open so easily for him. Chad let out an incredible moan that bounced off the lockers. His fingers scraped against the metal as his body fell limp against the lockers. Ross experienced a similar situation but his muscles felt even more electrified. He thrust over and over into the other man. His strong hands held Chad up as he continued to plow him.

“More! More! More!” Chad begged as his anus seemed to mold around Ross’ thick cock. Each thrust felt better than the last. He couldn’t help himself.

Ross felt the same. It was a perfect hole each time he slid in and out, squeezing just tight enough to push him to the edge. It became too much. Ross felt his body jerk and release inside of Chad. He let out a hearty grunt as the little man let out a soft, “Ooooohhh…” as he painted the lockers white. However, Ross didn’t let him fall. Instead, he held Chad closely to his body, embracing the moment.

“Damn that felt good,” Ross growled in his ear.

Chad nodded, leaning into the large body. He was still coming down from the high. It wasn’t until he was removed from Ross’ dick that he realized what happened. “I’m so small!?” he looked up at the sexy wall of hairy muscle before him. “What happened!? Why do I—” he cut himself off as he felt his hands wanted to feel Ross’ hard arms. To smell his sweaty musk. His body slowly leaned in again. Dick throbbing with excitement.

“Hold it,” Ross chided. He held the other man at bay. Then reached down into his bag and grabbed the ‘post protein shake.’ He quickly made it up watching Chad eye him all the while touching himself very obviously. But the moment he felt the drink enter into his belly, the charm seemed to almost wear off. Chad clearly didn’t want to look away, but he at least wasn’t as sexually needed as he had been just moments before.

“Woah…” Chad muttered. Suddenly he felt woozy and toppled over.

Ross quickly caught him. “Careful now…” he said. His deep voice calm and in control.

“Uh-huh…” Chad said. Though, he did cop a grope the moment his hands touched Ross’ skin.

In walked another bodybuilder. “Damn! What the fuck smells so good?!” he shouted. His eyes lingered on Ross and Chad for a moment. “Never mind…” Then headed to a locker to change.

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skinimini80 · 6 months

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Tbh if ur looking to break a b/p cycle not purging post binging/overeating is the WAY.

Whenever I b/p, I literally get rewarded for bad behavior in the form of weightloss. Like I enjoy some flavor (mostly stop caring about taste like a couple minutes in) and wake up skinnier. The only things that punish me are the awful feeling of I’m actually going to die any day now, dehydration, fear of any amount of food, fear of water, financially fucked (fr this one is the worst for me).

Yet the only thing I really care about is progress.

My binges have grown due to b/ping so when I truly binge, I almost always throw it up whether I want to or not HOWEVER when I overeat I can sometimes keep it down.

When I overeat and weigh myself the next day, it isn’t easy to see the number go up but it does make me feel like I have a better sense of where my body is at. I’d rather lose through calorie restriction and be like 5 lbs heavier than I thought than constantly be dehydrated.

Plus when you keep food down you can be wayyyy more exact in your calorie counting.

Anyways overeating leaves me full, bloated, and not wanting to binge. Like I do obsess over what I’ll eat but I have no desire for that frenzy of eating whatever I want. I used to feel that kind of desire when I was anorexic, but if I’m being totally candid I’ve been more bulimic than anorexic for years now. I’ve binged over and over and over. It isn’t fun if I can’t purge it. It isn’t desirable. When I eat more than enough my mind isn’t even on food unless I’m planning to allow myself to eat. I can keep food in my kitchen and not touch it! Not even think about it!

Lately I’ve been spiraling back into my b/p fasting hell. I’ve interrupted the cycle for two days now. I already feel a renewed sense of I wanna restrict. Maybe I’m delulu, but I feel a second wave of a honeymoon phase coming on.

So yeah idk maybe try it. Just a day or two. Hell I’m doing a week (sort of, I don’t really wanna eat today lol). Trust me, I almost always get a new honeymoon phase once I get past the initial dread of thinking I gained everything back.

This isn’t targeted towards all bulimics btw. It’s really more towards those who are in the late stages of literally leaving nothing in their stomach. Bulimia is such a crazy thing because most people gain from it, but once you get to a point you can really lose real weight. It’s not worth it. It’s not quicker than just restricting. I’ve been so ill (like near death sickness not an ED) and truly bulimia hell felt so much worse than that.

Btw I call it bulimia hell because I still think I’m bulimic, but I’m not afraid of water anymore and I can convince myself to eat more easily.

Another option is just go full gym bro. Eat enough, build muscles, obsess over calories and feel in control while somewhat improving your health (it’s unhealthy to not take a minute to let your body heal first and it probably will bite you in the ass but it is better than continuing a bulimic spiral)

Also if you can just stop trying to lose weight that would be best for you. You would feel far more hopeful than the solution I’m offering. I just know I’d rather someone stop dehydrating themself like a raisin and restrict their calories than just say “you haveeeeee to accept weight gain! No other way! You simply must go all in! Even though this disorder is all about all or nothing! You have to giveeeeee up that mindset of all or nothing while simply declaring absolutelllyyyyyyyy NO more disordered behaviorrrrrrrrsss”

If you can, yay! I’m so envious! I’m truly astonished at your bravery and commitment. Most of us aren’t so incredible. We are all capable of it, but clearly we tend to lean on coping mechanisms. We feel we need something.

I’m just so god damn tired of being told I must be ready to recover in order to improve my quality of life even a little! I’m not ready! Why would I be! I don’t want to recover but I don’t want to die over a toilet either! Let me wean off! Let me reduce harm! Give me my fucking time!

Anyways I’m horrified at quasi recovery so I am restricting and stuff still but idk I’ve been through these phases a couple of times in the past two years and I gotta say, I didn’t get fat. I didn’t go back to being 140 lbs. I had moments of pure hope and joy. I felt my body relax a little. I’m losing again and have a new breath of air in my lungs. I’ve got the second wind in the race. It’s okay to regroup. It’s okay to harm reduce.

It’s okay to eat. It’s okay to compromise. If it means not having a heart attack because you refuse water, than by all means eat 1200 cals and keep it in! It’s so much better than nothing!

#ed not sherran #tw ana shit #tw ana diary #tw ana fast #tw disordered eating #anorex14 #bul1m14 #ana trigger #anorexcya #bulimima

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Gentile. | Chapter 17

It's time to go home.

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Quintus’ notice is short and lacks any sort of kindness directed towards you. His words are clinical and do not even contain a word of desire to see you again.

“(Y/n), things have been dealt with for the most part. On the second day of the new month, the Cohortes will pick you up to bring you back to me. Hail Caesar. Quintus.”

A mixture of feelings swirls through you. Only a fortnight before you’ll have to face both the man you have been so desperately yearning for and the man you’ve been so desperately wanting to avoid for a little while longer. Your eyes go up to Joanna, who is working at her desk, and swallow thickly.

“Anything worth mentioning?” she asks, sounding like she thinks it is naught but a letter to fill you in on the most recent events back home.

“I’ll be leaving you soon.” you whisper. Your voice contains more emotion than you had anticipated - it wavers on your tongue with uncertainty, reflecting the sentiments of your soul. Joanna halts in her writing and locks eyes with you, her lips trembling a little before she answers.

“Oh.” she mutters, “I… What do you mean with soon ?”

“In about two weeks,” you clarify, something akin to sorrow creeping up on you. Even though you don’t particularly like the court and all other people within it, Joanna has grown to become one of the closest friends you’ve ever had.

Joanna nods slowly. “Right. Not to worry, we will of course stay in touch over correspondence.”

You have no doubts about that, but the thought of waking up next to the magistrate you call your husband again is not something you’re looking forward to. “I hope I can get used to the food again. But then, Capernaum’s fruits are wonderful. You should visit sometime.”

Your friend lets out a pleasant hum and nods. “I’ll definitely keep you to that. So, another fortnight before he picks you up again. Got anything in mind?”

Your cheeks grow hot. “Beg your pardon?”

Joanna grins. “For lover boy. Planning on dolling up?”

“Don’t call him that!” you huff, unable to fight your blush. “And I don’t know yet! I’ve only just found out and… Well, things around here have turned out differently than I had first expected. Some noteworthy news, to be exact.” You gesture towards your belly. This morning whilst putting on your tunic, you had pulled it tight around your hips to see if there was any progress. A more observable bump had appeared to you, but it could still be played off as gaining some extra weight around that area. Spending a few months at Herod’s court is a viable excuse for that.

“I’d love to properly meet the man who has been driving you crazy in the best ways possible.” Joanna hums, “That would give me a face to picture next to yours when a wedding invitation will eventually find its way to me.”

You let out a noise and chuck a cushion her way, which she catches with a loud laugh. “Ah, (Y/n), I’m only teasing! Or am I?” She raises her eyebrows and you click your tongue, rolling your eyes whilst a grin tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Stop that,” you sigh, “How I wish things could be like that.”

Joanna’s smile softens. “I know. I’m sorry. I hope you’ll find a way.”

You stand and stretch your arms, heading over to the woman’s side. “Do you happen to have some extra parchment for me?”

“Going to write back to him?” she queries, rummaging through a drawer before handing you a roll of paper as well as a pen and ink. You thank her and head back to the sofa you had been sitting on earlier, grabbing a book to use as a hard surface underneath.

“I suppose I’ll have to. Not sending anything back will cause suspicion.”

“And how about the Cohortes?”

You let out a small noise. “You’ve got more parchment?”

“I’ll have to order some. How’s three cubits sound?” Joanna is jesting, you’re aware, though you cannot help but reach for another small pillow, but she points at you warningly. “No, not now, I’ve got ink on my pen!”

“Excuses, excuses…” you laugh and toss it back onto the sofa. You turn to your letter to Quintus, starting with your usual greeting to him, one that matches his way of communication.

“ Dear Praetor Quintus, thank you for informing me of my upcoming departure. Hail Caesar, (Y/n).”

You stand and roll it up, heading over to Joanna to get another roll of parchment. “Done already?” she quizzes, but there is no malice in her voice.

“Hm, didn’t have a lot to say to him.”

She smiles a little and hands you another piece. “Well, that’s not exactly true. You have a lot to say to him, you just choose not to.”

“He’d have my head if I spoke my mind,” you say, “On a silver platter no less.”

Joanna clicks her tongue but smirks as you retreat once again.

You’ve got way less trouble directing a heartfelt letter towards Atticus.

“My love,” you write the greeting, for addressing him by his name is too risky in this case, “Per my last letter I already thanked you for your wonderful bundle of poems, however I feel the need to express my gratitude again, so thank you.

I have just received an announcement that I’ll be brought back home on the second day of the next month. I must be upfront and admit that I’ve been thinking about you almost every moment of the day and I hope that this sentiment is reciprocated. Of course, you’re allowed to tell me otherwise and I will not hold it against you, but it should be said and that you may approach me in a likewise way, provided we’re out of sight from unwanted eyes.

I’m certain that you’ve got so many stories to tell me about your work and whereabouts for the past months. Certainly, I do have a few tales of my own about people eating fire or dancing with snakes, but it will probably be nothing compared to what you’ve been through.

Please write back to me soon, for I’ve been longing to hear from you. If your letter fails to reach me in a timely manner, then we will see one another in a fortnight from now. I implore you to consider increased discretion for the reason that it may not end up in my hands. I’ll be anxiously awaiting the arrival of either correspondence or you yourself.

Secretly yours.”

The final two words have left your pen before you could even comprehend that you were writing them down, but there it sits, in black ink. For a few moments, you stare at it, but a soft hum from Joanna pulls you from your thoughts.

��It’s endearing to see.” she muses. “Truly.” You frown in question, which is her sign to clarify what she means, “The way you’re looking at that letter right now. Your entire body seems relaxed and comfortable. This is not just an ordinary affair, is it? I-I mean, I knew that already, but… This is so different from the heartless adultery I’ve witnessed throughout my time here.”

A pang of guilt momentarily shunts through your chest but it disappears just as quickly. “It is,” you whisper, “I’ve of course also seen my fair share of it back in Rome, but… This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt for any man. I have always been so lost when it comes to love and intimacy, but if this is what love is supposed to be, then I feel like I’ve… Well, like I want to take that risk.”

Joanna bites her bottom lip and grins. “I’m happy for you,” she says. “That you found a person who makes you feel that way. Even though you cannot be sure yet about how things will turn out, especially with your baby, I hope that you and he can find a way to make this work.”

Your cheeks are suddenly wet and you let out a small sob.

“Thank you, Jo. I’m going to miss you so much, my sweetest friend.”

You accept her embrace as she stands to approach you, and you sniffle against her shoulder for a minute before pulling back to look at her. She wipes her own face dry, emotion also taking the better of her. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me that before. That means a lot, so thank you, too, (Y/n).”

You hug one another for a while longer until Joanna clears her throat, taking a deep breath. “So, we should send out our letters and then see what we’ll do for the coming two weeks, hm? Perhaps another visit to the bathhouse would be nice? After all, you cannot really get a good massage back home… Unless you ask you-know-who …”

Despite your age, Joanna could be a real tease as if you two were still teenagers, and you can’t fight the shy giggle that builds in your lungs. “Oh, I wish. But yes, that does sound like a good plan.”

The pair of you quickly seal your letters and bring them away to get them sent out before heading over to the warm pools where you can make the most of your final two weeks at Machaerus’ court.

Some days fly by whereas others seem to crawl backwards, but one thing is certain and that is that time does always pass. On the second day of the new month, you open your eyes with a strange feeling inside your chest. You sadly haven’t received another letter from Atticus before today, but the fact that you’ll get to finally see him again cancels out the disappointment thereof tenfold.

Even though you had told Joanna the night before that you weren’t going to wear additional perfume nor line your eyes with kohl just because you were going to be reunited with Atticus, you put some extra effort into your appearance that is more subtle. It could raise suspicion if you left this place too decked out, for Capernaum was still a two-to-three-day trip back, depending on what time of day you’d be picked up.

Your heart rears at the idea of another two nights with the man you’ve longed for more than you’d ever dare to admit, especially since your pregnancy hormones have started making you more touch starved than ever in the past weeks. The man you’ll have to face after is something you’d rather not think about right now - you refuse to let the sheer idea of Quintus sour your currently elated mood.

It’s long before dawn but you’re finished packing already, anxious about at what time he’ll arrive. Joanna spends the early day with you, assisting you when morning sickness takes over your bubbly mood momentarily, until you’re finished heaving and take some time to gather yourself again. Your belongings have already been carried to the prepared wagon down in the courtyard, the same horse that had been witness to your affair about three months back already strung in front of it.

Bittersweetly smiling, Joanna tucks your hair into a braid as a final service she insisted on. She has done so much for you already, but the fact that you’re leaving seems to hurt her, too.

You turn to her after she binds the hairdo together expertly. “Thank you.” you whisper. “I’m going to miss this.”

“Me too,” she sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder, “To whom am I going to vent my thoughts about my work and my husband now?” She gives you a melancholic look. “And reading the correspondence between you and the Cohortes has been utterly amusing and delightful.”

You bite your bottom lip a bit abashed and stand to take another look around your room to see if you’ve forgotten anything. A small flask of oil is still left on your wash basin, but for the rest you’ve got everything – you’ve even thought about the snack you had promised Atticus, a small bag of sugar-coated almonds and a few honey-slathered pancakes wrapped into a thick layer to keep it from spilling.

You slip the oil into your pocket and sigh. “Having a bedroom all to myself was nice while it lasted.” Heading for the door, you look over your shoulder one last time before pulling it shut.

Joanna and you have decided beforehand to spend the rest of the day in the gardens to catch as much shade as you can. You enjoy some juice underneath the overhang whilst Joanna embroiders something onto her husband’s uniform. Even though she has spoken – and complained – about him plenty of times, you’ve only seen him once, and he was in a rush. Granted, you haven’t spent every single day with your friend, but you reckon that she must miss his presence despite his proximity.

You sip on your goblet whilst Joanna hums a tune you’re not familiar with. “Hey,” she suddenly stops her song to pipe up, “When do you think he’ll show up?”

“Soon, I assume.” you say, “Even though we’ll get to spend more time together if he’ll turn up late since that would increase the chances of remaining another night in the wilderness, but… That might be just me overthinking things.”

“Or… He’ll show up early because he can’t wait.” Joanna suggests with a wink. You hum pleasantly and shrug.

“We’ll see, I suppose—”

“Forgive me for my interruption, ma’am, but your escort is here.”

Joanna is proven right immediately as a servant interrupts the conversation. Your heart stutters and starts to hammer so rapidly that you’re certain you’ll faint.

“Thank you, tell him that I’ll be right over.” you say, attempting to not sound like you are going to explode, fighting the large grin that threatens to tug at the corners of your mouth. The servant gives a small bow and rushes off.

The Roman woman beside you can barely contain her excitement, tossing her embroidery onto the side table haphazardly and standing up to help you to your feet, even though you are still able to do practically everything with how far along you are.

“Behave, will you?” you laugh. Joanna hooks her arm inside yours and pulls you towards the courtyard, doing a quick check of your hair, your face, and—

“Teeth?” She taps your chin.

You give her an awkward grimace and she nods. “Okay, you are totally ready to see him.”

“That I am,” you breathe, trying to calm down your uneven breathing.

You enter the courtyard and it’s not difficult to seek him out. Atticus is standing with his back towards you, busy strapping in the other horse, yet you feel your knees grow weak at the sight. “There he is!” you whisper to Joanna, who squeezes your arm.

“Good to see you again, Cohortes.” you greet him, surprised at how confident your voice sounds.

He straightens his back and turns to you, wearing a wonderful smile. His hair is tousled. “My lady, good to see you both in such good health and safety.” The sound of his warm tone makes your gut swirl in a way that it hasn’t done in a long time. “How was your stay here at Machaerus?”

“It was utterly delectable, especially when looking at the circumstances back home. How has your work been?”

“Everything has been handled, my lady. I can see that you and your hostess have grown close.” You know that you’ve mentioned her in several letters to him, but Atticus’ shrewdness causes him to query about it as if it is the first time he’s heard of her. The sight of his dark eyes that you’ve dreamt about so often takes your breath away.

“This is Joanna,” you introduce her, “She has taken good care of me these past months.”

They give one another a respectable bow of the head and smile.

“On behalf of the Praetor of Capernaum, I thank you for your assistance.”

“You are most welcome.”

Atticus clears his throat and looks at you. “My lady, I do not mean to rush you in any way, but we should leave lest our trip back take too long.”

“If you can please give me a moment with my friend, so that I can say goodbye to her?”

“Certainly, my lady. I will inspect the wagon in the meantime.”

Joanna pulls you out of earshot and wraps you in her arms immediately, resting her chin on your shoulder. “Oh, (Y/n), that man is just wonderful . My, the way he looks at you makes even me shy! Keep me informed about how everything goes… Also for the sake of your safety.”

You nod and embrace her tightly, feeling sorrow tug at your heart. “Thank you for everything, Joanna. Frequenting your room has made my stay bearable. I’m sure I would have drowned in my own misery otherwise.”

Tears shiver on the brims of her eyes and she sniffs. “I’ll miss you, but we will write to one another, okay? And-And we’ll see each other again, of that I am certain.”

You nod, fighting the urge to cry. It is of no use and hot tears soon streak down your cheeks. Joanna thumbs them away and the pair of you laugh. “Now, don’t let me keep the two of you apart for any longer. I can see in your body language that you’re aching to be close to him again.” Her knowing smirk makes you flush.

Heading back to the wagon, Atticus has already taken the driver’s seat, and he gives you a warm look that may just be excused as friendly. Joanna helps you climb into the back. She squeezes your hand and you have meaningful eye-contact for a few moments.

“Keep her safe.” you hear her tell Atticus once she disappears from your field of view. You turn to see her through the gaps in the sides of the cart and fight your tears. Atticus clicks his tongue and the wagon jerks forward, driving that same road you entered through.

Joanna stares at you, slowly growing smaller. You shift to the end to wave at her, and she smiles. The two of you maintain that connection until the gates of the palace fall shut.

For a second, you feel immense grief, and a few Roman soldiers on horses find the four corners of the cart again to escort you downhill to the main road. You take a moment to gather yourself and approach Atticus, whose presence you’ve so yearned for.

He says no word, but gives you a discreet smile through the opening at the front by looking down. You touch his back, the Cohortes unable to bite back his grin. It is almost a warning. He leans a hand onto the seat so that you can reach for it, pretending he needs to adjust his position, and your entire body tingles at the contact.

“Thank you for your assistance. You’re all dismissed.” Atticus’ voice almost resonates through you and you involuntarily shiver, crawling impossibly closer to him. Withdrawing your hand, you listen to him greet the soldiers one final time. “Hail Caesar.”

Their horses kick up dust as they head back up the mountain towards the fortress, and you exhale in relief. The Cohortes waits for a while longer, leads the wagon around the bend. Down the dusty trail. In between some trees. He does not break the silence. The side of his face is unreadable.

You’re growing restless.

The tension between the two of you is tangible and you’re suddenly certain that he knows - he knows - he knows . He saw your slightly swollen stomach, realised and now rejects you, loathes you, becomes aware of how much of an unfaithful whore you must be - your eyes sting as your blood starts rushing in your ears. It takes everything in your body to open your mouth to speak up.

“Atticus, I—”

The wagon comes to a full stop immediately. His jaw clenches and unclenches, his fingers tightening on the reins. He hops off the cart, your heart skipping several beats as he legs to the back to climb in with you, trapping you between his form and the rest of the world. His cloak swishes as he slightly haunches over, for he cannot stand up straight.

“Do you have any idea how difficult you’ve been making things for me?”

Your chest tightens. “I-I-I didn’t mean to—”

“No, listen. I am sent off to Joppa, Caesarea, all throughout Judea to seek out intelligence regarding the Zealots. A matter of life and death, truly. Even Rome picked up on it and started to nag me about it. So much work to do in so little time… And all the time, I cannot concentrate, because all I can think about is you .”

You let out a shaky breath at the slight relief washing over you, but you’re still confused. Atticus leans closer. “All I can think of are those beautiful (e/c) eyes of yours and the delicious way you smelled when we laid together. You plague my nights with images of your wonderful smile and the sounds you made for me. Being apart from you has been… It has been such a terrible ordeal.”

All doubts melt away as the most charming of grins spreads over his face. You huff a laugh and he opens his arms. You launch yourself into his embrace, a grunt leaving him. He chuckles, wrapping his familiar arms around your form, holding you close.

“I’ve missed you so much.” you confess, happy tears soaked up by his tunic, “Oh, Atticus, you were constantly on my mind. I was so afraid that something would happen to you.”

A soft kiss is planted against the top of your head and you have the sudden urge to press your lips to his, but you resist the temptation for a while longer so that you can stare at each other, basking in one another��s presence.

“I’m not so easily killed, (Y/n).” Atticus hums, “But I’m sorry that you felt that way. Oh, by the gods, you are so beautiful.”

Your lips tremble as you smile. “And you’ve been growing out your hair and beard a little… It looks good on you.”

“Mhm…” he acknowledges as your fingers scrape across his chin and jaw, “My hair needs a little trim, but my beard… Want to know how it feels?”

Your face flames at the ambiguous insinuation and he heartily chuckles. “How much I’ve yearned to lay with you again, my Flower, I think we must keep this short and sweet. After all, we’re still quite close to the fortress and we’re out in the open.”

A promise, then. Your heart flutters and you allow him to collide his lips against yours, a soft inhale through your nose at the contact. Closing your eyes immediately, you fist his cloak, grasping onto him as if he would slip through your fingers. Atticus kisses you with a hunger you haven’t ever experienced before and lets out a groan that sets your core alight. You breathe through one another, starving for a shred of each other’s presence.

He pulls away with a sharp gasp and bites his bottom lip instantly. “Regrettably, that will be all for now, my love. If we go any further, I won’t be able to remain a gentleman. We need to ride a little further and set up camp first.”

“What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?” you dare to flirt, breathless. It rewards you with a delicious laugh.

“Come sit next to me, (Y/n).” he whispers.

He needn’t ask twice. You crawl out of the wagon with him and let him help you onto the driver’s seat. The investigator sits next to you and makes the horses continue their trek down the road, a few pleasant moments passing between you two.

“I’ve smuggled some food out of there,” you tell him, “To enjoy next to the fire tonight.”

He hums and puts a hand on your thigh, squeezing it softly. “You’re a doll. I am certain that we will enjoy many more things tonight.”

With crimson cheeks, you lean your head against his shoulder, the heat of his fingers seeping through your clothes, until he reaches down to slip them underneath your tunic.

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hypnoswap · 2 years

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90 days at the gym

Well the story starts with me doing my daily routine getting up having a protein shake heading for the gym for my early morning workout, This particular day I’m working out and this skinny kid named Josh walked up to me and asked me how to work a certain machine, he said it’s his first time in the gym so I told Josh no problem.

So I showed him how to use the sitting bench press machine , he thanked me and said with all those muscles I knew you would know how to use all this equipment, I said thanks kid, if you need help with anything else feel free to come and get me no problem. Here is a picture of Josh.

so about another month goes by and I ran into Josh at the gym still a skinny little kid trying to figure it out, I walked up to him and said hey how’s it going, he had a smile on his face, like I was the only person that I ever talked to him. So I asked him if he wanted to work out with me today , I could get him into some routines, he said that would be great , so we did , chest and tricep workout that day he gave it all he had , I could tell he was getting worn out pretty quick and I can see everybody else in the gym sort of looking over at him talking behind his back, at the end of the work out we headed into the locker room to change clothes, I walked up to Josh and said I could really help you out , I am a hypnotist I could give you incentives to make you work out harder , he looked at me with a little skepticism and said well I’ll give it a go, anything to try to help me from being a skinny little kid.

So as I was hypnotizing him giving him triggers and suggestions, a few other guys walked into the locker room looking on with interest , I told Josh that he’d wanting to hit the gym every day , that every time he lifted weights , he would feel great and have increased energy, that he felt he could lift more and more, after I finish the session I asked Josh how he felt , wow I feel wonderful , thanks I hope this works , I said no problem kid , so Josh headed out of the locker room and the other guys standing around started laughing. You think that’s gonna help that kid they commented, that kids never going to amount to anything he’s just so skinny. I said well do you want to make a little bet, they both replied yes. So I asked them what would you wanna bet and they said how about 100 bucks, now Ive seen Josh in the locker room, his dick and balls were really small I would say he was only around 1 inch soft, so I thought to myself if there’s going to be a new muscle stud , he’s going to need all his equipment upgraded , so I replied you guys have balls how about giving up half your manhood to Josh if you lose, They started laughing and said oh sure why not, knowing that can’t be possible , then asked what if we win , I said I give you each $500. After 90 days I bet you that kid will look amazing and he will put on at least 80 lbs of muscle, they looked at me like I was crazy, we shook hands and said bet is on.

Now at that point I said I’m gonna teach these guys a lesson , I took my warlock side and cast a spell on Josh that each time he came to the gym he would gain 1 pound of muscle for the next 90 days.

The next few days I met Josh at the gym I wanted him to get into routines to maximize his growth. Around five days later John and Dave the two guys that made the bet, we’re at the gym, I guess they were curious to see if there was any progress being made. Josh walked into the gym, took a picture of himself in the locker room, I could definitely see a little bit of improvement.

Josh was starting to tone up,his muscles were starting to grow , still John and Dave looked at Josh and really had no concern yet. Between the hypnosis Josh really had the passion to work out and he was working out really hard , to his maximum level for his size I just praised him and said look at the change and it hasn’t even been a week yet and he just smiled and thanked me. He sort of laughed and said I’m gonna keep working out hard until I’m bigger than you, and I said you probably will be even more than you think, and I just smiled.

When other week goes by Josh has been hitting the gym every day ,when he came in he wanted to take another transformation photo, I have to admit the kid was starting to look pretty good

While we where working out John and Dave walked into the gym looked over at Josh And noticed a difference ,but still not concerned they still thought they were going to win there bet. I walked over to them with a little giggle, are you nervous yet, John replied that kid has a long way to go there’s no way. I told John and Dave to come back in two weeks and tell me what they think. So a few weeks go by , Now you can really see the changes starting to happen to Josh he was looking pretty good

At this point he’s put on at least 30 pounds of muscle 50 to go., as we started our workout Dave and John walked over to us and took a look at Josh , and a big look of concern came on his face, he was almost in better shape than that John and Dave. Josh was so happy with himself right now he couldn’t believe the changes that were being made, we finished our workout walked into the locker room, we started the change as he stripped, he did look kind of awkward with that nice body and such a small dick. He’s sorta kept his hands over his manhood so I couldn’t see. I could tell he’s a little embarrassed at his size , he put on his underwear and I can see him flexing in the mirror and had a little hard-on, he couldn’t be more than 2 inches, he said to me , what good is all muscle gonna do with for me, i’ll probably still get laughed at by all the girls, I told him not to worry sometimes you get a late puberty growth especially when you gain a lot of muscle, he look confused and sad really, not knowing whether to believe me or not. I said sure I’ve seen it happen before, Josh said well I hope so and gave me a little smile.

Next thing you know another month went by Josh is still working really hard in the gym and becoming really impressive, I told him you’re looking amazing. You will be able to compete pretty soon. Josh was just flexing in the mirror and still couldn’t believe how big of a change he has made is such a short period of time, he kept posting pictures on Instagram and TickTock of his transformation he now had 10,000 followers, He took another pick up himself to post

The kid was really starting to grow, Again John and Dave came over and said, well kid you have gotten great gains, I got a hand it to you , I see you working out really hard. Josh replied thanks and the big smile came on his face , they looked at me and said by the looks of it , Josh still has to gain about 20 pounds of muscle. And with all that size he’s gained already , he’s probably peek out,I doubt if he will ever make it. I just replied this kid has a lot of energy and guts he’s going to make it . Hope you don’t miss half of your dick and balls. Again they just thought I was crazy, they thought they were a no lose situation no matter what happened.

Well at the end of the 90 days we’re all at the gym waiting for Josh he shows up John and Dave just stood there with their mouth open and couldn’t believe how big he’s gotten ,they made him get on the scale to weigh him. He actually did gain 90 pounds of muscle , 10 more than he needed to win the bet.

John and Dave said well looks like we lost , looks like you don’t have to pay us , they started to walk away , I replied aren’t you forgetting something, time for you to pay up , as I cast my spell and them. All of a sudden Josh could feel a surge of energy in his crotch , and his dick started to expand his balls started to fill up with Testosterone I can see him starting to get a big bulge in his gym shorts it kept getting bigger and bigger, Josh couldn’t contain himself he was hard as a rock as he kept expanding through his waistband up past his shorts, Josh headed for the lock room just to cover himself as I looked over at John and Dave I said wow you guys must’ve been big boys it won’t hurt you to lose half of your manhood . As they can feel underneath , their dicks were shrinking , no way this can’t be possible , they ran into the locker room and dropped their shorts watching their dicks shrink and their balls go down to the size of peanuts, Josh had to be at least a foot long his balls were the size of tennis balls he couldn’t help but grab it and play with it he was so hard he looked up himself in the mirror and just shot a load all over the mirror rope after rope, he looked proud , but also embarrassed but at this point I don’t think he cared , he looks so amazing. I looked at Josh and said I think my job is done here, I think you can work out on your own , now I’ll leave the triggers from Hipnosis with you , so you’ll keep working out to keep that great body of yours , he laughed and said I’ll never let this body go. He came over to thank me once again, give me a big hug as I could feel his huge muscle and bulge pressed against my body it was pretty impressive I must admit. I told everyone goodbye. Now onto my next trick.

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l1teraryangel · 1 year

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In Another Life (Ch. 10)

Chapter Warnings: VERY Mild Sexual Content

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Holding himself, Ryou sighed. “I know everything I’ve said seems crazy. That’s why I was hoping to wait it out, to avoid trying to explain everything.” He rubbed his arms, though the motion provided little comfort. “This is actually the second realm I’ve been in. The last one was… We’ll say rough. That’s a good summary term.”

“Have… you been here all day?”

Ryou glanced at Touzoku-Ou, whose expression suddenly seemed quite shy. “I woke up on the couch. I guess after your Ryou went to lay down from the headache?”

Bakura’s face flushed. “You… In the bed, then…”

“That’s why I tried to stop you. Why I, uh, ran away to the bathroom.” Ryou knew his face matched Bakura’s, right down to the same red cheeks. “F-For what it’s worth, like I said, this is his body. I just… It wasn’t right.” His voice trailed off, sadness clouding his eyes. “No matter how much I miss my Bakura and Touzoku-Ou… I knew it wasn’t right to let things go any further. I shouldn’t have let them go so far in the first place.”

Without warning, Diabound shoved her snout into his stomach. “Want masssster back.”

A half-hearted laugh slipped from Ryou’s lips. “I got that. Trust me, I want your master to come back, too. I want to go home.” The words shattered the dam he built up, the tears haunting him from earlier overflowing in an instant. “Fuck… I’m sorry… I just… I really do want to go home. It feels like a lifetime since I was in my own body.”

Uncertain, Touzoku-Ou petted Ryou’s head, and Bakura sighed, moving in to offer a hug. Ryou hungrily accepted the offer, burying his face into Bakura’s chest despite the other gasping and hesitating to fully embrace him. Touzoku-Ou wrapped his arms around both of them, resting his forehead on Ryou.

As the three of them stood there, awkward but desperate, Diabound gazed back towards the circus. A true laugh, unhindered by his melancholy, escaped Ryou when he heard her hiss, “Hungry sssstill.”

With a roll of his eyes, Touzoku-Ou hauled the snake onto his shoulders, grunting from the effort. “Come on, you pain in the ass, I’ll feed you. God, you could stand to skip a meal, though.”

“Issss musssscle, Masssster. Be sssstronger.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Somehow you’ve gained weight since Ryou started feeding you. I think he’s been overgenerous with your portions.”

“Leave besssst Masssster out of thissss.”

“Oh ho! You admit it, finally! You do like Ryou more than me!”

Bakura snorted and, with his arm wrapped around Ryou’s shoulders, pulled him along behind Touzoku-Ou, who continued to argue with his snake. “Ignore them. We listen to this shit on a daily basis.”

“What, uh… What is she? For that matter, what is this world? I thought it was a normal circus this morning, but obviously, I was wrong.”

“Not sure about Diabound. Touzoku-Ou hatched her when he was a kid, said he found her egg alone in the forest. One day she started talking to him. As for everything else…” Bakura wobbled his head left to right, thoughtfully choosing his words. “Magic exists. Everyone is human, far as I know, but some of us have… talents. Touzoku-Ou, for example, can commune with spirits. Ties it into his act.”

Ryou’s smile spread from ear to ear. “That’s so cool. I can do magic in my realm, too. I’m… kinda relieved that this isn’t a magic-less world. Would have made things a lot trickier. But, then again, I wouldn’t have been ratted out by a snake if there wasn’t magic.”

Bakura hummed, amusement glinting in his eyes. “True. Diabound never keeps secrets from the three of us, so unfortunate that you chose to divulge the info to her.”

“I’m glad, to be honest. I feel better, being able to vent, being open. I think I was bordering on a mental breakdown this morning. Having you two around, listening to me, comforting me, making me laugh… It was familiar, and it worked wonders.”

“Guess I should apologize for the way we jumped you.”

“No need. You didn’t know who or what I was. Believe it or not, that was also familiar.” Ryou giggled. “I’m just not used to being on the other end of that aggression.”

The two continued their chat with Touzoku-Ou occasionally jumping in between his exchanges with Diabound. They filled Ryou in on the circus, everyone’s roles and relationships, the things they knew about the fantastical and unusual ongoings in the world. In return, Ryou told them bits and pieces about his relationship with their counterparts, the history of the Millennium Items, and the adventure he unwillingly found himself locked into.

By the time the three of them were satisfied with their information swap, the moon replaced the sun, sitting high and proud in the sky like a Cheshire grin. They barely reached the RV they all shared when Touzoku-Ou swung around, terror written across his face.

“Baku, we forgot about Mai!”

“...Shit.”

***

Separated by Yugi’s magic circle, Bakura and Touzoku-Ou sat across from their doppelgangers, mirrored save for the blood stains and bruises Isis had yet to heal. Distaste for the situation exceeding his limits, Bakura clucked his tongue.

“This is fucking boring. Does the pharaoh really need this much sleep?”

Touzoku-Ou shrugged, a sly smirk on his face. “I’ll go wake him up, if you promise to keep Yugi off my ass.”

“It’s… like half an hour until two? Those guys are probably up already, hiding away to cuddle.” Bakura feigned a gag. “Nasty bastards.”

“This is Malik’s fault for ditching his shift. We could have been cuddling, too,” Touzoku-Ou joked, laughing when Bakura pulled a face. “What, you don’t wanna cuddle me, Habibi? I see how it is, only Ryou gets your cuddles.”

Stamping his heels into the floor, Bakura rose, glaring at his lover. “I’m going to grab Kaiba’s dog and make him buy us lunch. Preference, jackass?”

“Food. Anything sounds real good. Better make it a quadruple portion, though. We should probably feed our other selves here, lest they wither away.”

“That would be a travesty.”

Bakura sauntered off, stopping only for a moment to check over Ryou and brush a kiss on his forehead. He shut the door behind him, leaving Touzoku-Ou in silence with the other-realmers. The thief king rolled his shoulders, flexed his legs, and let out a loud yawn.

“For two psycho killers, you’re awful boring, y’know?”

They studied him, unmoved by the insult. His mirrored self remarked coolly, “And what about you? Apparently some Ancient Egyptian thief, yet here you are reduced to a mundane existence where the only benefits are your partner and your comatose pet over there.”

“Both of whom are fantastic,” Touzoku-Ou returned and flopped onto his side, propped on his left elbow. “Maybe you’d understand if you treated your Ryou better.”

Other Bakura sneered. “We treat him plenty well if and when he behaves.”

“Somehow I think your idea of well differs from his.” He examined his right hand, fondly rolling an intricate gold band with two jewels, one obsidian and one white moonstone. “I pity you, trapped in such a dark state of being. It reminds me how I used to be. How I’m sure Bakura was.”

“The nerve of this guy,” Other Touzoku-Ou snapped, fingers twitching and teeth gritted. “How dare you sit there saying you pity us when you’re a slave to someone as weak as Ryou, when you live content with this average man’s life. If I had powers like yours, I’d make myself a god.”

Touzoku-Ou chuckled and dropped his hand back down. “Yup, you’re just like how I used to be. Consumed by greed, hungry for power, driven by hatred.” His eyes hardened. “The biggest difference is that unlike you, I would never hurt Ryou. He’s part of my family. I knew from the second I saw him we were meant to be together.”

Rolling his eyes, Bakura rested back on his hands, a casual posture to accompany his growing disdain. “We knew we were meant to be with Ryou, too, you arrogant bastard. The problem is he didn’t appreciate our feelings for him.”

“Given what I’ve heard of how he met you,” Touzoku-Ou snorted and twisted onto his back, arms folded beneath his head, “I can’t say I blame him for hating you. Why kill his family if you wanted him to love you?”

“Why?” Bakura echoed, expression morphing into a frightening grin. “They were useless baggage. He’s better off alone.”

“And want him to love us?” Touzoku-Ou restated and mimicked the expression of his partner. “We don’t give a damn if he loves us or not. He’s still ours. And we’re all he has.”

Touzoku-Ou sat up and snapped his fingers into an 'L'-shape. “So what you’re saying is… It’s a control thing. Get rid of anyone else so he’s dependent on you no matter what.”

“You understand,” Other Touzoku-Ou chortled and leaned forward. “Took you long enough.”

Smiling, cool as a cucumber, Touzoku-Ou replied, “Yeah, I get it. I was wrong about our biggest difference. It’s not our willingness or lack thereof to do harm to Ryou… It’s the fact that I actually love him, whereas you two only want to own him.”

They guffawed over his words, but he continued, “Do you at least love each other? Are you even capable of that much?”

Returning to a more upright position, Bakura glared daggers into Touzoku-Ou’s head. “We’re fuckbuddies, we’re partners, we’re a team. I watch his back, he watches mine, and we enjoy a good romp in the sheets when we’re bored of death games. We don’t need to put a label, especially one like ‘love,’ on it.”

“So you wouldn’t die for each other?”

“I would never ask such a stupid thing,” Other Touzoku-Ou scornfully shot back. “Nor would Bakura ask me to do something so ridiculous.”

“Humor me. If it came down to it and both of you couldn’t escape a deadly situation, you would prefer to let each other die over dying yourself?”

Total silence descended amongst the men. Touzoku-Ou wondered if the scathing glares they wore were from his insistent question or their inability to reach an answer, although he truly only asked for fun. It didn’t matter since both of them would die in the end. By whose hand was yet to be determined, of course, but he hoped it was his and Bakura’s.

Seeing the way these two treated their Ryou filled him with anger and not just on the kid’s behalf. What sort of damage had they done to his Rohi? There was no way their time with him was peaceful, and he would enjoy torturing the doppelgangers’ bodies and souls for every second of torment Ryou suffered.

“Yo, Thief King.” Bakura flicked his ear from behind. “Earth to King of Thieves. I��ve got food.”

Mouth watering at the aroma of roasted garlic and succulent steak, Touzoku-Ou snatched the food from his boyfriend. He sank his teeth into the whole garlic, salivating further over the tenderized flesh and potent taste.

“This is where you say ‘thank you, Bakura, for rewarding my bad behavior with my favorite foods,’” Bakura snarked and unpacked his own steak. “I thought about fried chicken, but I think we should save that for when Ryou wakes up.”

“Fried chicken and beer?” Touzoku-Ou grumbled around the chomps of food. “We’ll need to get him some of those tiny cakes, too.”

Bakura tore a mouthful of steak off his fork. “And creampuffs for breakfast, or he might disown us.” He gave Touzoku-Ou a dirty look when the other man leaned in and licked a dribble of steak juices from his chin. “Keep your tongue to yourself when we’re eating.”

Snickering, the thief king reached into the bag and revealed the remaining two containers of food. While not exactly thrilled to do any favors for his and his lover’s lookalikes, Touzoku-Ou resigned himself to feeding them and slid the meals into the protective circle, wincing when the magic grazed his finger tips.

“Eat up, or I’ll take that food back.”

They grabbed the food and dug right in, clearly as ravenous as their alternate selves. Naturally, they offered no thanks, but the local pair could at least enjoy the satisfaction of having control over them.

Bakura wiped more dribbles off his lips and sucked the juice off his thumb. “I told the dog just to give them scraps, but he said it would be simpler to buy them some food. I wouldn’t waste the money, but I guess Kaiba’s got enough to blow on a couple of thugs.”

Nonchalant and more interested in his own food, Touzoku-Ou shrugged. “Let him flaunt his wealth. Better not to argue with the man letting us stay here for free. We can bruise his ego later.” His eyes wandered passed Bakura to the corner of the room where Ryou laid. “How’d he look earlier, by the way?”

Setting his half-eaten steak down, Bakura followed the thief’s eyes to his former host. “Fortunately, there doesn’t seem to be another soul in his body, so we don’t have to worry about possibly having triple Ryous around. Unfortunately…”

“It’s gonna be hard to track him down without some connection to his current realm.”

“Probably. I stopped by the stupid pharaoh’s room on my way back. Told him the plan and to get his ass in here sooner rather than later. We’ll see if he listens.”

The pair shared a snort, and Touzoku-Ou said, “He’d better, or I’m taking Yugi hostage.”

“If you’re taking me hostage, just know I am very high maintenance. I require the highest quality of care, or I’ll make your life hell.”

As if on cue, Yugi ambled into the room, a less enthusiastic Atem behind him. The latter carried a box of candles while the former tossed a piece of chalk between his hands.

Touzoku-Ou rolled his eyes. “As expected of a mini version of the pharaoh.”

Yugi put his hands on his hips, smiling impishly. “You two always call me a ‘mini version,’ but Atem and I are pretty much the same height. Actually, last I checked, I’m two centimeters taller.”

“Aibou,” Atem groaned while setting the box down, “don’t waste your breath.”

Sarcasm pouring from his being, Bakura clapped and mocked, “Good job, Yugi. Do you want a cookie for that accomplishment?” He couldn’t help chuckling when said man stuck his tongue out. “You get ballsier with every centimeter, I guess.”

Atem, placing candles in a circle around him, motioned for Yugi to begin drawing a circle. As his lighter half set about the task, the pharaoh spoke to his former enemies. “You understand I can’t promise anything, correct?”

Swallowing his final bite of food, Touzoku-Ou dismissed Atem with a shrug. “Just swear by your father’s corpse that you’ll make a good argument, and I’ll be happy.”

“Really?” Atem glared at the tomb-robber. “By my father’s corpse? That’s the qualifier you choose?”

“Why not? If the situation were reversed, I’d be willing to swear by Kul Elna.” The deadpan tone of the thief noticeably shook Atem. “Swear by Yugi’s life, then, if you feel that’s more appropriate. But I want your word, and I want it sworn by something you hold dear.”

Grumbling under his breath, Atem raised his right hand. “You have my word. I, Pharaoh Atem, swear by my partner’s life to put forth my best effort at convincing the gods to assist in bringing Bakura Ryou’s soul back home.”

Bakura chuckled. “So Yugi is more important than Daddy, huh? Fair enough. Corpses are such a mood-killer.”

A snarl curled Atem’s lips, but Yugi touched his shoulder, shaking his head. “You know how they are, especially when they’re stressed. Good luck, Atem. I’ll be waiting here for you.” He snuck closer to place a kiss at his dark’s temple, and the man’s annoyance melted away.

“Hopefully they’ll be able to help. Thieves,” He nodded towards the silver-haired men, “try not to cause Yugi issues for the brief time I’m gone?”

“Oh, I’m going to cause him so much trouble,” Bakura sneered, but apprehension prevented his usual rancor from coming through. “Get out of here already. Ryou’s waiting.”

Heka flowed around the circle, spiraling in towards Atem, and an Eye of Anubis shimmered onto his forehead. His eyes, a swirl of purple and crimson, grew vacant as his soul ascended beyond the mortal plane into the realm of the gods. Stars of twinkling magic blinked their way upwards to form a guiding bridge there and back.

Touzoku-Ou released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Guess now all we can do is wait.”

***

“You’re lucky I’m a kind-hearted individual,” Mai warned, dabbing the last of black paint over Bakura’s lips. “You assholes keep me waiting for hours, and you didn’t even have the decency to do some prep yourselves?”

“No one does it as good as you, darling.” Touzoku-Ou, decked out in a scarlet suit jacket and pants over a dark gray turtleneck, blew her a kiss. “You know we’re suckers for your goddess touch.”

She laughed, and the action cleared what little exasperation clung to her face. “You’re also lucky I’m a sucker for that suit of yours, big boy, or I’d smack you for thinking you could flirt your way out of my wrath.

“He knows the power of his suit.” Spinning away from her with his completed face-up, Bakura hopped off the high stool and took a bow at the wolf whistle Touzoku-Ou awarded him.

The heavy dark circles, a mix of black and wine liners, contrasted with his all-white sclera lenses, which reduced his irises and pupils to faint gray circles. Black squiggles with a gleam of red draped down his mouth and chin, and all his features were hollowed out by Mai’s expert application of contour and highlight.

Ryou wished he had his phone. The face makeup alone put his tongue in knots; the black silk top and form-fitting spandex together with the grungy needlepoint nails sent blood right between his legs. He never thought about having Bakura or Touzoku-Ou use costume makeup in the bedroom, but he definitely would implement it. The mix of horror and his lovers’ bodies under a layer of sexy clothing… The possibilities were endless.

“What do you think, Ryou?” Mai asked, a knowing grin on her lips. “Should I take it as a compliment that you look ready to burst?”

Squeaking, Ryou yanked a pillow over himself, face burning as Bakura and Touzoku-Ou eyed him, equal parts surprised and wanting. He pretended not to see Touzoku-Ou shift his legs or the bulge Bakura’s spandex offered no privacy for.

Mai giggled and patted her unoccupied seat. “C’mon, babe, you’re next. No hiding with the pillow. They’re your boyfriends, after all, so it’s nothing they haven’t seen before, I’m sure.”

“W-Why don’t you do Touzoku-Ou’s face next?” Ryou suggested, an offer definitely made out of generosity and not to give him time to settle.

“Oh, his makeup doesn’t need approval since he’s sticking to his usual. All he needed was a quick test to make sure his suit still fit properly.” She winked and beckoned him with a finger. “Like I said, no hiding. You’re up, so let’s hear what you want to do.”

His mouth opened, but no answer popped into his head. What did his alternate self want done? Ryou knew nothing about his style preference. If it were his choice, he’d want to match Bakura in levels of creepiness, but…

Touzoku-Ou suddenly wrapped his arm across Ryou’s shoulders. When he leaned in, he placed a kiss on Ryou’s neck, which nearly dissolved the other’s restraint, and whispered, “Go ahead. We’ll do the talking.”

Clearly recognizing the problem alongside his actual boyfriend, Bakura grasped Ryou’s wrist and tugged him to his feet. Their chests collided, and he softly teased, “Just sit and look pretty. We know what Ryou was planning.”

Their erections brushed from the proximity, and Ryou whimpered a pitiful acknowledgement before dragging his feet and planting himself in Mai’s stool, again trying to ignore his other self’s boyfriends ogling and chuckling.

She beamed down at him, ruffling his hair affectionately and turning them both towards the mirror. Her hands combed through his silky white strands while experimenting with over the shoulder, tucked behind the ear, in a ponytail, and other styles.

“How about a braid, Ryou? You haven’t done that in a minute.”

“Uh…” Ryou paused, long enough to allow Bakura or Touzoku-Ou to speak up if it mattered. They remained silent, so he nodded. “Sure?”

“Don’t be so nervous, hun. It’s me and your boyfriends, not Kaiba or some creepy volunteer.” She squeezed his shoulders. “Alrighty, so what are we thinking for the overall look this time around?”

Prepared for the inquiry, Bakura jumped in. “Ryou talked about keeping the contour and highlighting mostly natural.”

“He was toying with adding some glitter around his eyes and on his lips,” Touzoku-Ou added, pointing on his own face to the suggested placement. “He wanted to try a cool-tone lip color, too. Like pastel blue or purple?”

Mai practically sparkled with excitement. “Fun! Good to see you getting out of your comfort zone a bit. Okay, picture with me, Ryou.” She described painting his lips a muted lilac and swirling the color over his cheekbones and back into his eye sockets. She dabbed her pinky gently around his high points, suggesting a blue and silver glitter combo, and motioned to a stunning set of fake white lashes on her vanity to emphasize his pre-existing ones.

He kept offering subtle nods, basically providing unlimited creative freedom, while letting his mind drift. ‘I wonder if my Mai would teach me some makeup tips. Might be fun to collaborate, too. I should suggest sitting down with her and Malik. Between the three of us, we could throw together some wicked looks.’

Her voice disappeared, replaced by her agile hands and brushes dusting over his skin, so he closed his eyes and held still, listening to her hums and occasional quips with Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. The banter soothed him, almost lulling him to sleep were it not for the uncomfortable stool holding him.

An echo, muffled to the point of being nearly indiscernible, tickled his brain while he sat there, disrupting his peace. His brow twitched as Bakura and Touzoku-Ou’s voices overlapped with… Bakura and Touzoku-Ou’s voices? The words and tones were different, but they were certainly the same voice. His ears endeavored to hear beyond the chatter beside him, and he squinted his eyes when pain bloomed in his temples.

“H-Hey, guys?” The three friends quieted themselves, their attention on him. “Sorry if this comes across as rude, but I have a headache. Could you talk a bit quieter?”

Mai’s brush hovered over his eyelid, the bristles itching his eyelashes. “Aw, hun, you should have said something. You poor thing. I lent my medicine to Jonouchi, but I can go get it if you want?”

Ryou contemplated the offer. “That would be great, honestly.”

Setting her brushes down, she offered him a smile. “Of course. Be back in a flash.”

She ducked out of the trailer, leaving Ryou with Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. He could see them tilt their heads in the mirror, and Bakura’s worried face scrunching through his makeup.

“Are you alright? Our Ryou gets bad headaches from time to time. You might be experiencing one of those.”

“Actually,” Ryou used his toes to pivot the stool, “I don’t think it’s related to your Ryou at all. Give me a second, I’m trying to…” His words disappeared as the voices, no longer overlapped, returned. Though still quiet, he could finally make out some of the words being spoken. Pressing his fingertips into his temples, he strained to hear, face wrinkled with effort.

“Three hours! It took three hours for them to basically tell us to go fuck ourselves?!”

“I told you I couldn’t guarantee anything. I tried, Touzoku-Ou, I really did.”

“The worst part is I believe you, Pharaoh! What I don’t believe is the gods are as ‘unable to assist’ as they say! What do they have against me and my families?! Long before I committed crimes against them, they damned my village, and now they’re damning Ryou, who has done nothing but dare to associate with me?!”

“Calm down, Touzoku-Ou. We’ll save Yadonushi without the gods’ help.”

“Of course we will, that’s not the issue! I truly want to know why they hate us so much! They hated me enough to let my village be massacred, they hated you enough to leave you in Zorc’s clutches—”

“Don’t say the name, dammit!”

“—and apparently they hate Rohi enough to strand him in other realms where who knows what is happening to him! You know if it was the pharaoh or his light, they would bend over backwards to help! I’m fucking sick of them treating my loved ones like outcasts!”

“Touzoku-Ou, please. I know this must be infuriating, but I do believe they are unable to help this time. I really, really don’t think they are trying to hurt you or your family this time around.”

“You’re already their favorite, Pharaoh. You don’t need to suck their cocks more.”

“Omri, don’t make me openly take the pharaoh’s side. Please. Just… Come here. Sit down. Take some breaths.”

“Fuck this, Bakura. Fuck the gods. Fuck everything.”

“Shh, c’mon, don’t cry in front of Mr. King. It’ll only make you feel worse… Let’s go back to our room for a bit.”

“I want to stay with Ryou.”

“I know, but you need to step out for a minute.”

“Hey!”

Ryou blinked at the shout, losing his focus on the faint words. He was distantly aware of droplets streaking down his face. The other Bakura and Touzoku-Ou stood in front of him, each looking into his eyes, each with concern written across his face.

Touzoku-Ou asked, “What’s going on? You started crying all of the sudden…”

“Touzoku-Ou…” The dark-skinned man leaned in, expectant. “No, sorry… Not you… He’s hurting. Him and Bakura both…” Ryou smiled sadly at them. “Thank you for being so kind and understanding, but I can’t wait here any longer. It’s a shame, I would have liked to have seen the show.”

The pair reached for him, Bakura squeezing Ryou’s hip and Touzoku-Ou grasping his hand. Gently, Bakura asked, “You think you can do it on your own? I thought you needed help from your world the first time.”

“With or without outside help,” Ryou assured him, “I need to get back to them. Being away is painful, and knowing they’re suffering breaks my heart. Don’t worry; once I vacate this body, your Ryou should come back.”

Both of them frowned, and Bakura, pulling back his hand from Ryou’s hip, mumbled, “Should? No offense, kiddo, but I’d prefer you swear it.”

“I can’t promise everything will go smoothly, but I promise to check back as soon as I can. If for whatever reason he’s not back, I’ll find a way to help you.”

They exchanged a glance, not pleased by the mysterious circumstances but nodding nonetheless. Touzoku-Ou pressed his lips to the back of Ryou’s stolen hand. His words, spoken in a gravelly purr, seemed to carry heated desire for him, not their actual boyfriend.

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re wearing our love’s face, but I can’t help but trust you. Make sure you come back for a first row seat and a private show sometime.”

Somewhat flushed by the sultry whisper and unexpected affection, Ryou managed a crooked smile, tearing his eyes away from them and towards the mirror. He approached cautiously, uncertain if the same trick would work again, and pushed his palms onto the glass. He dug, deeper and deeper, into his soul. The magic bubbled to the surface faster than before, lighting the mirror first beneath his flesh, then all at once. Gasps at his back encouraged him, drove him to push harder.

The surface morphed, and Ryou barely kept an elated cry in his throat when, through the haze of magic and what seemed to be a doorway, he saw his boyfriends. They laid on a bed, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. The men behind him saw them, too, he guessed since Bakura muttered, “That’s so freakin’ weird…”

“Please let this work,” Ryou pleaded to any force who would listen. He inhaled, deep, steady, and exclaimed as loud as he could, “‘Kura! Roh albi!”

Their reaction started gradually, like they were dazed and distrustful of their own ears. Bakura propped up on his elbows. Ryou watched his russet eyes trail over the surface of the room, diving into the shadows tucked into each corner, and at long last finding him through the doorway.

“Yanushi?” He heaved his slender body over Touzoku-Ou’s, tumbling in a very non-thief-king manner off the bed. “Ryou, is that you? Touzoku-Ou, tell me I’m not seeing shit.”

“Fucking hell!” Touzoku-Ou sprang after him. “No, you aren’t seeing shit, unless I am, too.”

They rushed the mirror, barely allowing each other through the doorway in the hurry, and Bakura reached over what Ryou assumed to be a bathroom counter. He lined his palm to Ryou’s, and the surge of energy shocked Ryou, almost making him pull back with a yelp.

Touzoku-Ou mimicked the action, and again, Ryou struggled to keep from pulling away. Their magics mixed through the glass portal, light and dark, stabbing into his palms. It wasn’t painful, he supposed, so much as powerful. Like several static shocks on loop.

“I can hardly see you, Yadonushi,” Bakura groaned, his eyes narrowing. “How did you even manage this?”

“By luck or convenient fluke, the same way everything seems to happen,” Ryou laughed, and the tears down his face no longer carried sadness. “Can you help pull me through? I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up — it’s draining me by the second.”

Frustrated, Touzoku-Ou growled, the sound rumbling from deep in his throat. “We’re going to try , Rohi, but it didn’t work with Kek and Atem helping. Fuck, I want it to work, but…”

“It almost did, though!” Ryou laid his forehead on the glass, wishing it was Touzoku-Ou’s shoulder. “I was so close. I swore I could have touched you.”

He winced, knees wobbling, elbows shaking. His palms began to burn, and he continued urgently, “We don’t have a lot of time! This body can’t handle my heka, and I can feel myself losing strength. Help pull me through, please!”

Through the mirror, he saw their magic swell in response to his cries. Touzoku-Ou appeared to be burning in scarlet flames, while Bakura’s magic swirled from ground to ceiling like a void. He pushed himself harder than he ever had in his own body, hoping he wouldn’t leave lasting damage on his unwitting landlord, and the pure frenzy coursing through his veins told him his limit was fast approaching.

The Bakura and Touzoku-Ou behind him gasped again, stepping back from the white and gold light emanating from their lover’s body. They watched the light build and build until they couldn’t bear looking at it anymore. A sound like distant thunder boomed through the trailer, and when everything became silent, the light vanished.

The two men looked up, cautiously opening their aching eyes. Their boyfriend’s body, slumped over Mai’s vanity, began to fall, knees too exhausted to hold his weight any longer. Bakura caught Ryou easily, stepping back to brace himself as he held him. Over his shoulder, Touzoku-Ou worriedly touched the boy’s cheek.

“Ryou? Are you okay, little gem?”

To their relief, two brown eyes peeked up through mostly lidded sockets. He spoke, soft and timid. “Baku? Tou?”

They planted sweet kisses down his face, happy to hear him giggle despite his obvious exhaustion. His eyes opened a bit more, still heavy, and he asked, “What happened? I… I can’t remember anything since I went to lay down for my nap.”

“A lot happened,” Touzoku-Ou sighed and brushed the other’s bangs from his face. “And quite honestly, I’m not sure what exactly it all was.”

Bakura grunted in agreement, his gaze pulled to the mirror. “Hopefully everything worked out for him. At least you’re okay.”

“Huh? I’m confused, guys.”

They took turns kissing his forehead, and Bakura continued, “Go to sleep, beautiful. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

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AO3 Link: In Another Life - Chapter 12 - LiteraryAngel - Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

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