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smndragon · 3 years

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Hello!! 🖤 I love your dark aesthetic!! Could I get a full reading please? My initials are ACM and my big three is Scorpio sun in the 2nd, cancer moon in the 10th, and libra rising! Thank you and have a wonderful day!! 🖤

it's kinda funny cause I'm answering this so long after and it shows cause my theme is different😭 I'm sorry it took time to answer this! Let's go!

Hm, Scorpio sun, Cancer moon, Libra ascendant. I see trees covered in moss and flowers. Pink and rainbow buds all around the branches and leaves. Garden rabbits and plants growing from the ground. There's a girl in the distance, a hay colored dun hat. Blonde hair passing her shoulders, soft tanner summer heat skin. A pale blue dress, it looked as if it had played in the grass for years waiting to fit her form. As if this place had grown just for her, the girl staring off into the distance of the hills and sun. The sky was blue, sprinkling bits of sun pieces and bright stars of all light colors. The balls of heat never burned, until now. Seeing my own clothes partially torn and burned from the ash and flakes of the burning flame. It scattered in my hands and left marks of black and red. I would like to say I was worried if it's burn me. But I was only fascinated by this world. The girl turned to me behind her with a look of curiosity, wide blue and green eyes, which sometimes changed to a light honey. (WHY DID THAT CORRECT TO HORNY) Bangs of the soft curly hair covered her forehead. To be honest, she looked like she came out of a slice of life anime or manga of sorts. Those eyes sparkled like casting spells was her gift, spells on the mind and human race. The trees limbs went to constrict around my body like snakes. The wood felt poking but safe. As if it were a chair or place made for me. She walked closer to me, she went to shake my hand extending her own out. I looked at it wondering what to do with my arms held. The tree moved and she grabbed my hand with her own two. Her smile was like walking a warm and soft sanded beach. Eyes closed to calm her pale blonde eyelashes. A button and small bit nose. She was small but she wasn't fully considered skinny. Her feet soles were green and mossy. The tree let me down for her to walk me somewhere. The grass of the hills grew to our heights around us, making it harder to catch up and see her. I feel this may have been the Libra ascendant. The sun's falling bits have off the energy of the Scorpio sun. The Scorpio may be going into the Libra's home with it's fire. Before I knew it, caught up in my own thoughts she was gone. Lost in the tall grass. Possible placements may be the chest, stomach, or shoulders. Maybe even could affect the knees somehow. The aura of the Libra is yellow, blue, or green, bright and untamed. You may have freckles, like walking barefoot, have a taste for adventure, have the ability to lead people places that are unexpected or new. Your Libra gifted you the smarts of a predator and the eyes of a humble pisces or animal.

The Scorpio sun is burning. A pile of hot burning fire and sun. Laying on top of the pile or coming out of nowhere. The Scorpio moves to get Infront of me. Putting it's head in my hand. Tied back dark red or brown hair. Eyes are thinly almond shaped. I grab their chin. The feminity of the Scorpio shows here. Your Scorpio may want to be dominated by others it loves. The eyes of the Scorpio are a dark red, daring and wishing. A bit of scruff on the chin. Around 5'5-5'11. Masculine facial features. A mark or mole under the eye. Dark clothes. That of a knight or guardian. Red and black with golden pieces and placements. It sometimes look as if he's wearing the sun when they shine. A long and nicely shaped thin nose. Curved out at the eyes. They smell of heat and freshly cut grass. As if the world were on fire. I see shining flames whenever their eyes meet mine. I'm ngl I have half the mind to kiss your zodiac right now. This is a sign worth loving. It treats your body as a temple and your mind as a deity or god. Ready to strike and defend you at every turn if it can. You may have been told you don't know when to back downs at times. Could also have back problems, or a beauty mark on the face also. There's not much here for me really, the Scorpio is humbly protective, they like being treated like a pet at times but they'll never let their guard down just yet. Possible placements may be the spine, back, or hands. Aura is red and golden. You could also like writing poetry, or something to do with hands. Possibly a physical activity or smth. You could also be someone who likes to do things only when interested, if you're not people will say you're lazy when that's not the case at you just have no interest though you're hard working. Something unmentioned was the Scorpio form at the beginning, I feel your Scorpio is very powerful in ways in the body. It can transform from the very sun, to a Scorpion, then lastly to the man.

The Cancer home is dimmed and cold. Ice pains my feet. Frost and snow fall from the ceiling and walls. The Cancer freezes sometimes here, but says it's warm. Silently begging for others to ignore it's cold breaths. The bane of ris existence at times is itself. It feels caved in and scared of the world. Possibly from a previous host or truama. The world doesn't fully terrify it, it just feels it already knows what's to come from certain things. This may make you uncommunicative inside or often. Because of the Cancer's dominance in your head it can move it's truama to you and cause you to worry or not understand things people associate themselves with at times. Unintentionally closing you off from the world or growing. It wants to feel safe and sane. Retreating when your other signs wish to take action. the Scorpio burns to partially cover the Cancer. To give it warmth it hasn't gotten on the outside. But also to cover this feeling deep down. The zodiacs worry for your poor Cancer. The crab that's iced it's blue shell to almost cracking. Your Scorpio may love this zodiac greatly in some way. Either romantically or as if very close friends. He visits the door of the crab now, knocking and waiting. Upon no reply he opens the door to see us both sitting down. Confused as to why I'm here but dragging something in behind him anyways. A possibile meat or warming blanket? He grabs a sheet to cover the Crab's shell. Patting it a few times. Going back to the bag to get meat and dusty ash. He creates a fire with a dimple flicker of the black mush. Throwing the food above the fire to stand up with sticks and tools. Taking a seat near me and the Cancer. It's silent, but tis ckmfotin. Your Scorpio worries for the Cancer. They've known each other for a few rounds of lifetimes. The Scorpio may have even seen it all. The sound of the Cancer's panic. Something happened in a previous host, the Cancer felt they couldn't save that person, that they could do nothing against the danger, costing their host much to even possibly their life. The Scorpio was not the sign in control then. A great respect for the Cancer before still present now. Possible placements are the shoulders also, the head, the lower back, or the soles of the feet. Could cause shoulder pains, neck pains, smaller or medium feet.

Your signs aren't perfect, but they do their best to help each other and you. The Scorpio sometimes feels a heavy weight watching over things by themselves at times. The Libra doesn't make it inside until now. Stopping by the door for a second before sitting with us. This is nice, and all in a few moments, it feels like home inside you.

The truama could have something to do with you or the signs it's hard to tell. May deal with panic attacks or anxiety.

Characteristics: because of the Libra maybe even a dirty blonde or blonde of some sort, maybe dark or brown hair, may go past the neck or a bit above or near the shoulders, wide dark eyes or blue and green mix. Smaller or medium to big hands. Just something on hands I feel is important. Could be white, mixed, or foreign to America (not mensing your life here just from my country possibly). May paint your nails or leave them blank, sketches a lot or some bit. Style could be dark or plain in tones of where you live. Could fit the occasion. Smaller feet. May be fairly small when it comes to weight. Height could be 5'1-5'6. Beauty mark on the face somewhere or freckles. Maybe on the back of the neck even. May glance off at times. A make also maybe in the inner thigh. Scorpios deal with eyesight either making it really gold or poor. So possible glasses.

Future relationship/soulmates: will nudge you possibly when they want to relax. Could meet somewhere in the convenience store a normal somewhat important or crowded solace to you. (stores are too common of s theme here lol) may want to give you piggy backs or get them. Dark fluffy hair or pale. Will look domineering but isn't really lol. Could always be snuggling up even in public which can bother you. Want the groceries? You'll get them they'll go out as long as they get to call you the whole way. To that you tell them to be careful when driving. Horny. Very soft and loving. Will give you time if needed when first meeting to talk to them or after asking you out at some point.

Other zodiac possible zodiac influence through other people: Scorpio ascendant, moon, or sun, cancer moon, Gemini moon, dominant, Aries sun, moon, pisces sun, ascendant, moon. Some Capricorn energy somewhere. Also maybe Sagittarius energy in you or another person. Maybe a mars Sagittarius around you?

Future/health: watch for possible things to do with electronics or not paying attention, walking in streets, we kinda discussed possible health stuff lol, back pain, shoulder aching, neck pains, panic attacks or anxiety, possible dark thoughts from the Cancer and even Scorpio.

Houses: having Scorpio sun in the 2nd house could mean an attachment to material thing from childhood. Financial gifts involving communication and interaction. Gains through others somehow. Having Cancer moon in 10th could mean you may make it doing something involving physical use or mental stability. Could be a social worker, nurse, something involving humanitarian stuff or possibly business if you focused on it. Could be a lawyer even, with Cancer there's a lot of possibilities from their talents. There's something great in you, you just have to drive for what you want. Possibly may want to owns little shop somewhere even. You'll gain possible reliable jobs through friends or connections even due to the 2nd house.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Humility Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, mentions of misogyny, daddy kink, non-con, kidnapping. Words: 1370. Summary: Everything was too different now. He fell out of time, and he didn’t need another reminder about that. Part 1 P.S. A big thank you to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor and her prompt lists! _____________________________________

He heard her quiet shuffling early in the morning; it was barely 7, but she was ready to leave him. His eyes shot open, and the girl stilled near the bed, looking at him wide-eyed.

Her face was a deep shade of red in an instant. She was confused but didn’t avert her eyes, and he looked at her with curiosity rather than anger. She was ashamed of herself. She didn’t spend the night with random guys often. Bucky smirked, watching her clean face with no makeup whatsoever and thinking she looked so much better than yesterday. Though watching her mascara getting smeared with his cum was something he would never forget. Once he sent her a grin, she got even more flushed than before, thinking of everything they did at night – things she barely tried with anyone else before.

Bucky tapped the bed lightly, asking her to come. It took her a few seconds, but then she moved closer to him and sat near, her eyes not leaving his face even for a moment. She was wearing a simple loose under dress instead of her glowing sequined one – she had it folded carefully in her arms along her little clutch. Now, when he saw her just out of shower, her slightly damp hair tugged back, she looked so much more human to him.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” She was barely audible. “I wasn’t sure you’d like to see me in the morning.”

He could guess how humiliated she felt right now and grinned at her. Good. She had a sense of shame.

“Come here, little girl.”

Moving like a small scared animal, she came a bit closer and bended over to him when he stretched his arm towards her. Pulling her to him, Bucky forced her to come down and kissed her hungrily, entering her mouth with his tongue, his metal arm clamping her ass – his prosthesis scared the fuck out of her once she saw it on the way to his house, but later she was so eager to lick his metal fingers when he was balls deep inside her. Now she didn’t protest too, astonished by his bold moves yet quietly accepting them like a good girl she was. He knew she liked the authority, this sense of submission to someone stronger than her. Last night she obeyed his every whim. When she was on her knees pleasuring him with her cute little mouth, she looked at him as if he were godlike.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He growled into her mouth and felt her gentle hands wrapping around his shoulders.

Oh no, she wouldn’t go. He was not having it.

“I want you to ride me, little girl.” Bucky smirked at her surprised expression, rosy bloom on her cheeks only making him want her more. This sweet bunny of his was a fucking dirty slut who spread her legs for him and let him do as he wanted with her. “Take you clothes off. Now.”

“But Bucky…”

He raised his eyebrows, indicating she had fucked up, and the girl froze in a second. Yeah, she knew what she had to call him; she just needed a little reminder to get things right. As her eyelashes trembled, she nodded at him, watching his mouth curve into a smile.

“Daddy.” Her whisper made him recognize he was hard as a rock, her thigh pressing into his crotch and massaging it unintentionally with every slight move of her body. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I want you jumping on my cock, girl. Take your dress off before I rip it apart.” Bucky affectionately brushed his nose and lips alongside her ear, and she shivered at his touch. He helped her remove this thin piece of fabric covering her lovely body and barely restrained himself not to tear her black lace panties.

She didn’t leave that day. It was Saturday, and she had nothing planned, so when they finished bathing together after that intense morning session Bucky offered her to watch some movies. It was innocent enough to get her relaxed and make her talk more about her past and present. By the end of the day he knew everything he needed to know. When the girl asked if she could go home in the evening, Bucky turned on the music and asked her to dance a waltz with him. She was ecstatic. She didn’t leave on Saturday either.

He got a bit of an issue with her on Sunday evening – she said she had to get home because of her job tomorrow – but that day he had already gathered whatever was necessary to keep her with him. It took him to crush his porcelain teapot with his metal hand to calm her down and force her to realize daddy was going to take care of her regardless of how much she pleaded to let her go. Bucky wasn’t angry at her, though. No one ever took care of his sweet little bunny, she simply didn’t know what it was like. Besides, he also had to educate her about serious relationship and the way a man and a woman were ought to live together, tell her what he expected of her. Indeed, she was the best in her little group of whores, but she still got those ideas about feminism, power of women, open relationships and all that crap.

“Will I be locked here for the rest of my life?” She asked quietly and lowered her head. She was sitting on the carpet, her hands trembling badly, and looking at her lap. A part of him felt bad for her.

“Of course not. I’ve told you before, once we sort things out and you get used to living with me, you’ll be able to go wherever you like.” He snorted and put his large hand on the top of her head, massaging it tenderly and making her look him into the eyes.

“Can I have my job after that too?”

“Over my dead fucking body, little girl. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

She had something to say but kept her mouth shut, nonetheless. Actually, Bucky liked it. She was a smart one. A bit careless, but he was sure she would learn how to behave soon. In fact, she was already doing it now.

“You know, many girls out there open their legs for men just to sit home and do nothing.”

“Why didn’t you choose one of those girls then?”

In a second, she clamped her hand over her mouth, terrified of her own words and his reaction that would follow. She probably thought he would beat her. Instead Bucky leaned closer to her, his hand still on her hair, his grip getting tighter, and kissed the skin behind her ear.

“Watch your mouth before I fuck it.” He whispered to her softly, his metal hand caressing her throat while she shivered from his touch. “Don’t you understand you’re the one, bunny? Don’t tell me you can’t feel it.”

This time she pressed her lips together tightly to keep quiet regardless of what he said. Surely, she could feel a jolt of electricity coursing through her body every time he made love to her, Bucky knew it perfectly well. Besides that, just yesterday they talked about issues of modern romantic relationships, and she complained about both a lack of stability and unwillingness of partners to take responsibility. People treated relationships like cheap food – if they didn’t like the slightest things, they just broke up and switched to something – someone – new. Bucky loathed it. He was sure he wouldn’t treat her like that. He was ready to take responsibility, and he knew she would appreciate it after getting to know him better. A girl like her needed to be taken care of.

“Now why won’t you open your pretty little mouth for Daddy?” Keeping his legs wide apart, he reached out to his belt and unbuckled it with a simple move of his fingers. Her cheeks were immediately flushed again as if she weren’t drinking his cum for two fucking days already.

She would get used to being daddy’s little girl. It was a simple matter of time.

#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes #winter soldier #yandere #bucky x reader

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 4 years

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songs on taylor swift’s LOVER (2019), a concept album about eliot waugh and quentin coldwater from SYFY’s the magicians, rated by how much they are about eliot waugh and quentin coldwater from SYFY’s the magicians

i forgot that you existed - lmao these dummies will never be over each other. bumped a bit because it would be good on the soundtrack for the fic i still kinda want someone to write where eliot gets brainwashed by the dark king who for god’s sake is not trying to bring back to life his beloved who died because of homophobia and gets catfished by his dead brother but is just a supernatural evil despot manipulating eliot’s pain and erasing his memories of quentin only to be defeated of course by the power of true love. weak showing to start but things quickly improve. 2/10

cruel summer - this is a song about being out of your mind with horniness for someone you would rather die than admit you’ve caught feelings for, which is.... VERY queliot. love eliot watching quentin at a hotel vending machine at night and insisting to himself, “i’m not dying.” good for a non-beast AU where quentin dates alice and eliot dates some non-possessed normie boy and they both get dumped finals week and get obliteratingly drunk in the physical kids’ cottage as bros and hook up and wake up like “LOL haha rebound sex” and then it happens again and they’re like, sure, you know, why not, you’re heartbroken, i’m heartbroken, let’s help each other forget about it by fucking like rabbits, except of course by august eliot is drunk in the back of the car crying like a baby coming home from the bar because he is not fine about all the times he has told quentin it’s fine. ALTERNATELY this is actually just quentin in the mosaic timeline after they hook up and he wakes up in the morning totally ready to talk about how they’re dating now and eliot is like LET’S NOT OVERTHINK THINGS and quentin’s like, haha yeah ok! and they keep having mindblowing outdoor sex but like as bros and quentin regrets every waking moment agreeing to pretend not to overthink things with his best friend who is amazing in bed and who also he is definitely falling in love with. “breakable heaven” is a good description of the mosaic timeline, because many pieces and because it broke by never happening. bonus point because “i love you, ain’t that the worse thing you ever heard?” is SO eliot and also SO quentin in related but distinct ways. 8/10

lover - UGH!!!! SO QUELIOT!!!! “have i known you twenty seconds or twenty years” vs. “i bond fast, time is an illusion.” “can i go where you go” for two people who have been thrown together and torn apart so many times is wildly romantic. “my heart’s been borrowed and your heart’s been blue” = i dated a possessed guy and then became a possessed guy and you are chronically depressed. “you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me” is all about eliot’s smirks. i ALREADY have feelings about taylor swift, a human being who spent most of her adult life ruled by the lingering wounds of having been uncool in eighth grade, putting in her big sweet love song the line, “and at every table i’ll save you a seat,” but i have SO MANY MORE feelings when i apply that to quentin coldwater, who ate lunch in the bathroom on days that julia was absent because of the horror of finding somewhere to sit in the high school cafeteria. 9/10

the man - margo says she hates this song because it’s white feminism but whenever she gets drunk at karaoke she makes quentin sing it with her. he always flips his hair on “i’d be just like leo in st tropez,” because he is the only other person besides taylor swift in america uncool enough to think that’s still a reference that conjures up associations of a sexy awesome playboy. 3/10

the archer - FUCKING!!!!!!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is... ok. ok. i’m calm. this is the eliot song of all time. “i’m ready for combat / i say i don’t want that / but what if i do” is about eliot’s reactivity and his fear that on some level he wants to blow everything up more than he wants to be loved. we don’t know what started the fight we see in the mosaic timeline but what we glimpse is very “cruelty wins in the movies”: this impulse to win by pushing the other person away to avoid your own vulnerability. “i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you” is eliot unpossessed after quentin is alive but before he and alice have broken up thinking about all the apologetic true love confessions he made charlton watch him rehearse. “i search for your dark side / but what if i’m alright right right right here” is about refusing to believe in good things because they are so threatening when your formative experiences of love and family were so unsafe. “i cut off my nose just to spite my face / and i hate my reflection for years and years” is, quite literally, just the exact plot of 4x05. “i wake in the night / i pace like a ghost / the room is on fire / invisible smoke” is more A+ abandonment issues content, and i can’t even TALK about “all of my heroes die all alone” in the context of eliot waugh who FULLY has on MANY occasions raised a toast to living fast dying young and leaving a beautiful corpse and has never himself been wholly sure exactly how much he was kidding. “all the king’s horses and all the king’s men / couldn’t put me together again / cuz all of my enemies started out friends” is first of all a very funny thing for a former high king of fillory to say, and second upsetting because MOSAIC, PIECES, MINOR MENDINGS, ELIOT SEES HIMSELF AS A BROKEN THING, and third devastating because of how much of the Trauma Chalkboard involves times eliot has betrayed other people. ok FINE we can start talking about the refrains now, even though they CAUSE ME THE MOST PAIN. “help me hold on to you” is the subtext of every post-4x13 queliot fic for the very good reason that it’s the most vulnerable and beautiful and real thing eliot could ever say. “i’ve been the archer / i’ve been the prey” is again about eliot as a person full of regret for all the ways he has lashed out in his life against people other than the ones who wounded him so deeply. “screaming who could ever leave me darling / but who could stay” is sooooo eliot, with the drama and affect of it all (“darling!”), and the performed belief in his own excellence combined with his deep insecurity. “they see right through me” is about how he’s secretly afraid everyone can smell on him that he grew up on a farm in indiana, “can you see right through me” is about both fearing and hoping that quentin will see all of him, “i see right through me” is about how hard he’s lied to himself about wanting love. the best song in the world probably. 20/10.

i think he knows - my favorite thing about adult taylor swift referencing anything about adolescence is that taylor swift had a totally deranged abnormal adolescence because she spent the whole thing first trying to be famous and then actually being outrageously famous. so i love it when she says “it’s like i’m 17 nobody understands,” because when she was actually 17 she was dating a jonas brother for like 3 months and then writing break-up songs that made it sound like she was never that into it, so it’s like this idea of being 17 and hormonal in some kind of normal context where you actually are thinking about sex all day instead of meeting with your branding team. this is a fun idea to extrapolate to eliot & quentin, who were both miserable at 17 and never got the experience of devoting your brain full-time to all-consuming horniness for the first person to ever give you an orgasm, but who can now experience that with each other. also “his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it’s mine” is a queliot line because of my very strong personal headcanon that eliot is obsessed with quentin’s hands. 6/10

miss americana and the heartbreak prince - see above re: tswift & teenhood. "when i was 16 / lost in a film scene” is even better because actual teen taylor swift spent many hours of her life literally acting out on film these like pathologically normative high school scenarios that she never lived because she dropped out after ninth grade, and because this song is all about like, image vs reality but is also itself a fantasy? fucked up and weird, i love it. taylor swift spent so many years portraying her specific teen shame as being about her deep dweebery and i think it’s really funny that in this song she is still an outcast but now it is because she is like, too sexy and misbehaving, both through the line “they whisper in the hallways she’s a bad bad girl” and by setting it to basically a lana del rey track. i feel like this is a very eliot move, to rewrite your own history of exclusion as more glamorous and flattering than it was, to portray yourself as like this debauched rebel instead of a sad gay kid in a homophobic environment. eliot obviously was never enamored with this kind of stock teen americana imagery the way taylor was, but i think he has that same tension of deeply resenting one image while being very drawn to another one. extra point because “heartbreak prince” is such a hilarious and amazing way to describe quentin. 7/10

paper rings - good song for a very chill no-beast AU. “i like fancy things but i’d marry you with paper rings” is very eliot. it’s cute to imagine eliot reading all of the books besides quentin’s bed not because he likes them but because he wants to get to know quentin better. “i want your dreary mondays” is a nice thing for either of these dudes to hear. 5/10

cornelia street - all songs about being overwhelmed and terrified by love are about eliot waugh!!!!! especially songs where someone does something casually that is clearly not casual at all. it rules that both of the key metaphors in the verses are extremely quentin images: fresh page on the desk / card sharks playing games. stories and magic! thinking about eliot and quentin barefoot in a kitchen together makes me want to cry, for normal reasons. 8/10

death by a thousand cuts - i have to be honest, for a long time i thought it sucked that the best song on this album was actually not about queliot, but then i saw the light and realized that this is a song about how totally incomprehensible it is that you’re supposed to just move on with your life when someone you loved absolutely is no longer yours, so ACTUALLY, this song is totally about quentin after the mosaic! “i ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright / they say i don’t know.” trying to be normal while secretly dying inside. “i look through the windows of this love, even though we boarded them up / chandelier’s still flickering here” = i said it was chill when you compartmentalized our 50 years as soulmates as something that happened to other people but actually the me i am right now wants you real bad! “what once was ours is no one’s now” because it happened in an alternate timeline that never existed. “you said it was a great love / one for the ages / but if the story’s over / why am i still writing pages” = you said it was kind of beautiful but also that wasn’t really me but if so then why do i want to bone you so bad. gets even more fucked up if you extend it properly into season 4. MY HEART MY HIPS MY BODY MY LOVE / TRYING TO FIND A PART OF ME THAT YOU DIDN’T TOUCH: a line i can only ever type in all-caps and about which i can say nothing because it is perfect. “gave up on me like i was a bad drug” is also very quentin reflecting bitterly on eliot. saying goodbye to your possessed ex is death by a thousand cuts because that’s how many times the monster sockpuppeting his body is going to randomly show up in your apartment covered in blood. the morning comes and you’re not my baby, because you have been possessed. flashbacks waking me up because i have PTSD now from watching your body murder like 80 people. 8/10

london boy - lmao. no 0/10

soon you’ll get better - I Feel Weird Jokingly Assigning A Rating To Taylor Swift’s Very Sad Song About How Taylor Swift’s Actual Mom Has Actual Cancer Based On How Much It Relates To A Fictional Couple In Which One Person Has A Parent Who Dies Of Cancer So I’m Going To Rate This Not Applicable. N/A. great song tho

false god - jesus, does she really go london boy / soon you’ll get better / false god? her sequencing is so deranged. anyway i know i was JUST talking about my interest in fic where quentin and eliot get together but don’t necessarily talk out every single one of their 800 issues in the timespan covered by the story, but this song about make-up sex is still not very queliot to me, possibly because i cannot get past the dorkiness of taylor swift calling herself new york city. “you can't talk to me when I'm like this / daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you” is pretty good though. “if you want to live your life live it here...” damn eliot waugh and taylor swift really are like the same person on the level of psychological architecture. i know i keep saying it but it keeps freaking me out. 4/10

you should calm down - eliot unfollowed jonathan van ness on twitter after the video for this came out. he unfollowed antoni too but then refollowed him because he’s hot. -1000000/10.

afterglow - so THIS song about fighting actually DOES have very queliot vibes. and it’s funny, because i keep talking about eliot’s fear of lashing out and hurtfully pushing away people he loves, and i think he does have that impulse (”if you want to live your life live it here...” what did you MEAN eliot), and i also think he’s SUPER afraid of that within himself, partly because of how the dynamics of his childhood make anger and conflict really fraught for him... but actually the character we more often see being a huge dick because of his own issues is, in fact, quentin, and that is who this song about. we all know i am obsessed with the scene where quentin comes sheepishly back to alice apologizing for being an asshole because it’s so vulnerable and honest and such a powerful moment of growth for him... as robbed as i feel of like tearfully joyful queliot reunions i also feel robbed that we never got to see quentin and eliot have a moment like that together! 7/10

me! - absolutely not. -30/10

it’s nice to have a friend - i like this song but the way taylor talks about it always makes me kind of sad, because she draws this equivalence between being excited about a friend as a kid and being excited about romance as an adult that really does make it sound like she thinks in adulthood romance takes over a place that friendship used to occupy, instead of co-existing with it... but she’s also talked a lot about the importance of finding who her real friends are so idk maybe i’m being too hard on her and also oversensitive because of certain plot developments. “call my bluff / call you babe” is cute. card sharks! pet names! 5/10

daylight - R U KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE QUELIOT ANTHEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! two people who have been hurt and hurt others, who have spent a long time running away from their own hearts, who have been confused about what they want... “i wounded the good and i trusted the wicked / clearing the air i breathed in the smoke” about every mistake and regret and fuck-up... “maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down / maybe i’ve stormed out of every single room in this town”... the trauma chalkboard, the fight outside the hedge bar... the people you become to try to erase the person you’re afraid you are... and then! “throw out our cloaks and our daggers because it’s morning now / it’s brighter now”... to find peace in the person you never need to hide yourself from... the transformative power of letting yourself be seen... “i can still see it all in my mind / all of you all of me intertwined”... i can still remember this other life that never happened which matters not because it’s where i fell in love with you but because it’s where i revealed my whole self and learned that whole self could be loved.... and of course above all most crucially, “i once believed love would be burning red / but it’s golden / like daylight”... the very beautiful story the magicians accidentally almost told was a story about letting go of the narratives you’ve been taught to want and realizing that as much as real life and hard and scary it is also lovelier than any of those wan old stories... “i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things that i hate, or the things that i’m afraid of”... please!!!!!!! 100000000000000/10

#the magicians #queliot #we're doing. great. just. just having fun normal times qreating quarantine qontent #no readmores we alienate our followers like men #if u can't handle me at my Completely Fucking Losing My Entire Mind About Something Fully Unhinged #this is not the blog for u my friend

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pensofgrace · 3 years

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Feminism Gone Wrong!

cene one Rose parked her black ride in front of her favourite restaurant, picked her bag, got out of her car. She adjusted her black body hug that speaks classy, executive, sexy, well marched with a luxury bag and watch, she matched in as beautiful as she can. Upon entering the restaurant, moving to their regular sit, she realised brandy was not present yet, shakes her head and sit. Rose: "this girl cannot fail to disappoint", she says while looking at few posts on Instagram. "let me see what her excuse will be today, maybe its flat tyre or traffic". She called on the waiter to give her regular drink. While rose was sipping her smoothie, a woman with nice curves walked in with all her glory, a well porshe girl with a simple dress of about $300. " before you run curses on me, babe the traffic was terrible, I couldn’t drive rough like those rough beard guys do", brandy says while sitting down, dropping her purse and phone on the table, she looks at rose smiling. " I was waiting for your majestic excuse already ma", she says not looking up, " so, you had a terrible traffic from vgc to chevron, hmmmm, impressing", she stops talking, looking up at brandy with a smirk on her face. Brandy looks away scratching her ears, " baby love, am sorry, I was watching spider man when you called that you were 5 minutes away, I totally forgot about our date”, giving her apology smile. " keep that love for them that sort for it, I knew you lied when you said you were out of your gate, I just knew it. You know what, lets just forget it, its your usual behaviour, am hooked forever. Brandy erupts into loud, mocking laughter, " am happy you know dear, we are stacked forever. So, you said you had something important to tell me, which could not be said over the phone or through mail". She says closing the joke atmosphere automatically, pulled up her serious wall up face. Now, it was brandy’s turn to look guilty, up in her mind she stated to think of how to present the matter, "o my God, how is brandy going to take this, am I being stupid and selfish right now, what if she breaks it with me, I don’t want to lose my best friend, really been together for five years. She shouldn’t be that angry right, what!!!, the oath, am in serious trouble right now, what if sheeeee…. "rose Philips", brandy voice erupted close to her nose, rose jerked back, " why did you scream my full name like that, common some respect", rose said trying to hide her anxiety. Brandy looked at her " look here I don’t have timed for your games, you went off for about five minutes, I ordered a drink just thinking about what could have been so big that you went so locked down", brandy sighed, smile and said " sweetie I love you, we are best friends, nothing can be so difficult you cant tell me, we are in this together, remember?, remember our promise to one another, no issue and problem coming between us, unless you’ve broken our oath, I mean you remember right", brandy took a sip of her drink, sit back and said, " well, I trust you that you wont break that, we decided on it together, no man making decisions for us. We are the independent woman baby! " brandy says laughing and jumping on her seat. Rose sits up straight, took a sip of her smoothie, she looked at brandy and continued the conversation. “, that’s why am here, you see... "what do you mean, our promise, babe you are scaring me", brandy jumped in. Rose breath in calmly them looked up to brandy. "brandy, please can you calm down, promise me you will let me explain, let me finish before you jump in’, brandy smiled and shake her head up and down while crossing her leg. " am all ears rose, feel free, tell me anything, we will solve this together". " okay, here it goes. You remember how much we suffered in the hand of men, how they treated and molested us, making us feel like we worth nothing, brandy, remember how drake used my skills and potentials to build himself to the top he his right now. Can you remember how we decided to never fall for any human being with a short hair, no breast to feed a baby and a

material to produce a baby, our decision to never be vulnerable or subject to a man, how we made that oath to be independent, an ability to depend on ourselves only, equality with men, {at this point rose was up in tears, not bothering to swipe it off, rose did not make any movement m, looking still, it feels as though she knows what this is about already, not ready to acknowledge and accept though}. "am sorry brandy but I can’t do this anymore, I can’t push this wanting, this desire for a help mate away anymore, brandy I can’t keep ignoring his care, his love, his realness, he loves me, and am not sorry to say I love him too". Rose stopped talking waiting for brandy’s comment after no response, she looked up to see rose giving her the betrayal eyes. She quickly spoke up. " brandy please, I didn’t mean too……. "rose from this day onward we are officially off, no need of arguing and trying to convince you, goodbye rose Philips". Brandy stood up dropped some thousands on the table, left without looking back. Rose dropped her head on the table and sobbed. SCENE TWO " hi baby, you miss me, matt kisses rose on the cheek, rose left her sitting position to assist matt with his attire. Rose: "how was your meeting, contract coming in", she looks at him with hope Matt: " well, am sorry to say babe, am not the most successful CEO in the world yet, but you are looking at the youngest successful CEO in Arica". Rose jumped on the bed, screaming yes! Yes! Yes! "you deserve it baby am so proud of you", she looks at him with a serious face, ‘ you complete me , you are my perfection’. Matt: " it’s the other way around love’. Rose:" let me drop to the kitchen, something special for a special man with a special achievement" Matt: " no baby, no stress for you, love, we are going out, a friend told me about a nice place, its new, very exclusive, executive and exotic" Rose: "funny, three e’s for a place" Matt: "actually the place is called three e’s" Rose: "okay, let me freshen up, give me 10" Matt: "no, make it 15, I won’t be done in 10, not as fast as you fox" Rose laughs, shaking her head " just like brandy". SCENE THREE Brandy stood near her office table, checking for a Particular important document her personal assistance should have documented properly, " stupid man, they never do any thing right, such a disappointment, what a waste of resources, I presume too". Her office door opened with no noise, " madam new couples are here, we got their details to be their first, should we give the the ultimate on the house service". Brandy: " next time you come into my office without permission, I will make sure you never get a job in Nigeria again, is that clear Patrick, idiot, now do that which is right, I will come down and greet them myself, get their table number for me. Make them comfortable". Brandy found the document, kept it ion her bag, checked herself in the mirror reapplied her lip stick. " Patrick, what table", she said with no smile " ma, its table 7, they are having a drink right nooo…… "shut up, I didn’t ask that, hmmmm 7, rose favourite number". Brandy walked down to table 7, upon getting their she discovered it was rose, she looked at her, full of annoyance and betrayal, left the table without a word, rose stood up immediately ran after her lost best fiend screaming her name, not minding the scene they were both creating. Rose: " brandy, please wait, please, its ben so long, hear me out. Brandy turned back sharply " I want no conversation with a person like you, enough!" Rose; " stop, just stop, okay can we talk, maybe not n ow, someday during the week, please, just please, I will drop my card with the receptionist. Will be waiting to meet up. I still love you". Rose turned making her way to her husband, she turned " by the way, nice restaurant, it has always been your dream, good work, brandy". Scene

four Brandy sit quietly at the corner of the restaurant, everywhere seems cool and fun. She sips her drink smirking at herself, at a little side up she could see matt chatting and laughing about something rose says. "stupid fool, let’s see if you will see something to laugh at by the end of the day" Brandy calls upon a waited for a refill, seeing matt standing up moving towards the rest room, she sends the waiter off standing up and walking towards matt’s direction. She waited for matt to come out of the gent, Brandy: hello to you too Mr matt, having a fun day" Matt: ohh, brandy you scared me, what’s up, you look good, didn’t know you were around" Brandy: you weren’t supposed to know, you brought this upon yourself though, what aaaaaa……. Matt: see brandy, I know you vexed with your bae, its wasn’t her fault, seriously, she told me about the oath and promise, I thought they were unreasonable first but after she told me about you and your past, I came to understand, but you see, you are a very beautiful girl…. Brandy; ohh, Mr matt, rose told you about my past right, lovely, I believe she told you about the gang rape too, how interesting my life story with Fred, I guess I have a better reason to do this. Brandy comes upon matt suddenly, knowing his head against the wall, after so many punches, she believed him to be dead. Brandy: no man, we promised no name, rose and our oath is mine. I hope the angels are willing to take you to hell for breaking two friends up with fake love, and I hope rose realise I just did her a good favour". Brandy adjust her cloth cleans her hand, heads back to her seat, calls for the waiter for a drink while she watches matt body being rushed out, with a devastated rose. SCENE FIVE rose knocks on brandy’s office door, enters and takes her seat, looking at brandy. Brandy: to what annoying honour do I hold this unexpected, unwelcome visit Mrs rose Chantel" After few second of no response from rose Brandy: am giving you 10 seconds to leave my office, or I will calllll…… Rose: why, why, why brandy. You hate me that much Brandy: well, I would have an answer to any why if I do know where the why is directed to Rose: you hate me so much, you angry about the oath but do you have to do what you did, almost killing my husband Brandy: almost, he’s not dead, what! That bastard isn’t dead, how come, how Rose: so, you won’t deny it, really brandy I never knew you were such a snake, well to disappoint your miserable life, he’s not, because he never deserved it. How could you, for what reason, because he loves me. Aint you suppose to be happy for me, happy for your best friend, what has gotten into you. Brandy; best fiend my foot, you lost that title months ago, you lied to me, betrayed me. Rose; then have you forgotten our promise to each other, forgiveness all the way, I could hand you over now to the police, but I won’t, I still love you brandy, you’ve always being sister, please stop all this. Just stop it. Brandy: just get out, I hate you liar, get out…… Brandy screams at rose, after rose left the office, brandy break down weeping SCENE SIX Brandy sit at the sitting room, watching the tv, news going on around the world obviously her mind seems outside the house, all in another world. After about a minute of leaking tears, she picks up her phone. Went to a number, typed a capital "AM SORRY". Switch off her phone and lays down. SCENE SEVEN Rose; " thanks for coming, although it took you extra two hours after you said you were close, guess you haven’t changed", smiling to brandy " I don’t have time for your nonsense chit-chat, why am in here, I got business to run’. Rose: " I love you, please never doubt that, what happened wasn’t planned, I didn’t even know I had gotten so far in, until he proposed, and I said yes. The feeling wont just go away, bran…… Brandy; " since when,

since when have you two been together, till the time you told me, since when rose, one month, two months, answer me!!!", she spoke up so angry Rose: "six-month brandy, babe, I was only joking around, I only planned to play him and make feel miserable, please, I love him". Brandy; "six, six, woah, six months, my best friend kept a secret from me, how many more do I need to know, you married, you got two kids in the cupboard’, Rose; ‘after you left, I lost it, couldn’t contact you, he stood with me, he was my comfort, he gave me happiness, we got married. I love him brandy and am not ready to leave him for anything". Brandy:" so why am I here, what do you want", Rose:" I want my best friend back, I want you to enjoy the happiness I do now, I need you to change your mentality about this feminism of a thing, please". Brandy: " so you want you change, why should I do that, give me reasons rose. Your love for a man made you leave me, common convince me your betrayal". Rose:" I accept, I betrayed you, but it was for a good thing, you are not happy brandy. I know that, I can see it in your face, just one chance, just a chance with a good man" "baby", she says holding a broken brandy’s hand, " please, a good man is what it takes, a good man won’t make you feel like a slave, like a servant, no he won’t want, he would want you as a helpmate, someone to complete him. Thank about it, no need to rush, just calm your heart, baby I need you to break that wall when that man comes, that responsible man with a good knowledge of how to treat a woman, okay, love”. Brandy kept to silence holding rose’s hand like her life depend on it. A lot was going through her mind, he wanted to talk but knew deep down the truth was been laid down flat. SCENE EIGHT ‘happy birthday brandy" "thanks so much for coming it’s a small party I guess, like I want, hmmm, rose is poking my eyes with invisible spears, wanting a speech, isoritte, here we go, thanks to God first, He made me special, am grateful to my parent for the prayers and support am 25 meh, so to rose, I love you more than life itself, you aint just a friend, you are my sister, days of fight and love, of arguing and convincing. Thanks for changing my mentality on some ideas I keep to heart, thanks for making me make the best decision, my life could ever need. Thanks love am happy for you, I appreciate you. To the man that wet through hell to get my heart, bros kudos to you mehn, guy you deserve some awards, thanks for not giving up on me, thanks for always running off to rose for ways to cool mu hot brain. I love you. Just mind you, no baby yet, let me enjoy my marriage first. And to all that…………….

‘happy birthday brandy"

"thanks so much for coming it’s a small party I guess, like I want, hmmm, rose is poking my eyes with invisible spears, wanting a speech, isoritte, here we go, thanks to God first, He made me special, am grateful to my parent for the prayers and support am 32 meh, so to rose, I love you more than life itself, you aint just a friend, you are my sister, days of fight and love, of arguing and convincing.

Thanks for changing my mentality on some ideas I keep to heart, thanks for making me make the best decision, my life could ever need. Thanks love am happy for you, I appreciate you.

oy my marriage first. And to all that…………….

#love #relationship #marriage #friendship #best friends #business owner #rich

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out-of-jams · 4 years

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Airplane Mode | Track 01: Piece of Peace (P.O.P.) | jhs

Summary: Set in the same universe as Love at First Touch by bagelswrites.

In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you're really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate, they starve to death.

So what happens when your soulmate is an internationally famous idol?

And you're just one fan in a sea of many who can't even speak the same language.

Pairing: Hoseok x Fem Character

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Explicit language.

Warnings: This chapter contains swearing and a description of a panic attack. If you wish to skip the panic attack part, do not read the end of the last section.

Words written like this are words spoken in Korean.

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“Where the hell are you?”

A femine voice yelled into the phone pressed against her ear. The loud, excited chatter of the group of young girls in line in front of her threatened to drown out her voice. Pulling the drenched hood of her hoodie further over her head, the girl attempted to shield herself from the cold rain.

“I’m a block away. Don’t get your panties in a wad, Jae.”

Eunjae huffed as the deep voice of her best friend grumbled through the phone’s speaker. She watched as her breath dispersed from her mouth in a cloud of white and almost, almost, felt a brief whisper of regret.

The denim of Eunjae’s jacket caught on the brick of the building she was leaning against and she muttered a curse. It was the middle of January in New York City and damn was it cold . Even after living in the city for most of her life, Eunjae still didn’t know how she managed to survive the cold months. Eyes narrowed on the back of the girl’s BTS sweatshirt in front of her, Eunjae reminded herself of why she was enduring such torture.

Do it for the boys, she sang the mantra in her head, bouncing on the toes of her Doc Martens in a poor attempt at warming up. For those beautiful boys and their beautiful voices.

The teenaged girl in line behind her let out a screech of excitement and Eunjae gripped the phone in her hand tighter. Teeth chattering, she opened her mouth to respond to her best friend on the other line.

“Yeah well, you left me forever ago and I’m dying over here. Do you want to be responsible for my death, Miles?”

“First off, I left to get an umbrella ten minutes ago, you ingrate. Jesus, you’re so overdramatic.” Eunjae could feel the boy rolling his eyes over the phone. “Besides, you’re the one who dragged me all the way out here, so you can’t even complain.”

“Dragged you?” Eunjae raised an eyebrow even though he wasn’t there to see it. “You peed your pants when I told you I got tickets to a fanmeet with BTS.”

“I did not pee my pants ! I just got a little excited, okay?”

Eunjae’s laughter rang into the air and she could taste the rain on her tongue as she tilted her head back. “You said the same thing in fifth grade after you wet yourself in front of the whole cla-”

Click.

A grunt of annoyance left her at the sudden dial tone ringing in her ear. “That idiot hung up on me.”

“Yeah, well, you were being rude as hell.”

The rain that had been pelting the top of her white hoodie ceased and Eunjae turned her head to find Miles towering over her. His white-blond hair was completely drenched, flopping over his tan forehead. The rain had ruined whatever product she knew he must have spent hours that morning putting into it. Miles had the black hood of his thin sweatshirt thrown up over his head in a meager attempt at shielding himself from the downpour. The zipper was pulled up just far enough to show off the silver chains around his neck, and the top of his purple “eat, sleep, BTS, repeat” shirt stuck out from under his soaked sweatshirt.

The soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting the clear umbrella he held in his hand eased some of the nervous tension in Eunjae’s body. She slid the hood off her head and ran a hand through the damp silver tresses. The rings adorned on one of her hands caught on a particularly stubborn tangle and she grimaced in pain.

“Yeah, well, hanging up is also rude as hell.” Eunjae fired back, finally succeeding in taming her long hair.

“I don’t know why I put up with you.” Miles rolled his green eyes before nodding his head towards the front of the line. “Ooh, I think they’re finally letting us in. Just in time too! Hallelujah! I can not wait to finally get to meet those beautiful specimens they call humans.”

“And you call me overdramatic.” Eunjae muttered under her breath with a small smile. Miles was right. The doors to the venue had finally been opened, and the line slowly started to trickle into the building.

As the pair made their way towards the staff checking tickets at the door, Eunjae began to feel her palms sweat. She’d been a fan of BTS for the past year, and even though Miles teased her for being so late to hop onto the BTS Express, she was beyond excited. And nervous. Very, very nervous.

Bangtan Sonyeondan had gained so much traction in the last year that they were practically a household name. Eunjae had been trying to get tickets to one of their concerts ever since Miles introduced them to her. But Bangtan hadn’t had anything scheduled in New York City until now.

Winning a lottery for a fanmeet with BTS was something that Eunjae had never imagined happening to her. When she’d gotten the email, she’d screamed so loud that her grandmother barged into her room armed with a baseball bat because she’d thought they were getting robbed. Eunjae had called Miles up right away, who’d literally burst into tears over FaceTime. He’d been a fan of BTS since they first debuted, but he’d only ever been to a few concerts; nothing as personal and intimate as a fanmeet.

One of the staff at the front of the line scanned the tickets on Eunjae’s phone and they were ushered in with a short wave of the hand. Stepping inside, Eunjae let out a sigh as the warmth of the building’s central heating hit her frozen skin.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” Miles squeaked as they walked down the aisle of the room holding the fanmeet. There were about a hundred black folding chairs set up in multiple rows, the first few rows already being taken up by fans. Front and center of the room was a small stage with a long tablecloth table and seven empty chairs.

“Stop, you’re making me more nervous.” Eunjae elbowed Miles in the side. The line had snaked its way around and her short legs bumped into the neatly lined chairs as she shuffled into their row.

“Sorry, not sorry.” Miles let out a shaky breath as they took a seat. Eunjae could feel the cold of the metal beneath her damp, ripped skinny jeans and she shivered.

Glancing over at Miles as he nervously fiddled with the folded umbrella between his legs, Eunjae reached over to pat the top of one of his cold hands. She hadn’t seen him this nervous since he’d confessed to a boy he’d been crushing on in their junior year math class years ago. Even though they teased and annoyed the crap out of each other, the two of them always looked out for each other.

“You okay?” She asked, eyebrows scrunched in concern, pushing her own nervousness to the wayside.

“Yeah, I’m good, JJ.” Miles bumped his grey jeaned leg into hers. “Just nervous. Like, what if I go to say something to them and just...just...?”

“Pee your pants?”

An unattractive snort shot out of his nose and he shook his head with a smile. “You know what? I hope you mess up those Korean phrases you spent so much time learning.”

“I’ll have you know that I didn’t spend that much time learning them.’” Eunjae turned her nose up at him. “I am half Korean, ‘ya know. So I know what I’m-”

“You literally spent two days trying to figure out how to say ‘hi, my name is Eunjae Morales,’ you poser.”

Eunjae’s snarky response was cut off as the girls and few boys around them erupted into screams. Head snapping back around to the front of the room, Eunjae’s mouth parted as seven of the world’s most beautiful human beings stepped out onto the stage one after another.

The album cover clenched between Eunjae’s white knuckled fingers was the only thing keeping her grounded. The line of fans in front of her were dwindling down as one after another, they took their turn stepping in front of the long table at the front of the room. Despite the water still dampening her clothes, Eunjae felt herself breaking into a nervous sweat. Maybe she should have taken off the denim jacket, but it was too late now.

“I’m looking at Kim Namjoon right now.” Miles clutched at Eunjae’s elbow, his green eyes blown wide as they locked onto the first person seated at the table. “ Kim Namjoon . I can’t breathe.”

Nodding in silent agreement, Eunjae couldn’t bring herself to form words as she stared past the few people left in front of her in line. Kim Namjoon, famed leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan, sat in the first chair. Tanned skin and dimpled cheeks, he hid his symmetrical face behind one of his big hands shyly as the fan kneeling in front of him whispered something to him. Pink, full lips pulling up into an embarrassed smile, Kim Namjoon crossed one of his long legs over the other beneath the table.

“I swear to God, if Seokjin speaks to me, I might actually spontaneously combust.” Miles was going to leave a bruise if he clutched at her arm any longer.

Wincing, Eunjae pried his fingers from her person. Breathing in shakily, she joked, “well, I hope everyone knows where the fire exits are.”

“Stop using humor to deflect.” Miles wasn’t even looking at her, too busy ogling the next man sitting at the table: Min Yoongi.

“Wow, call me out on my faults, will you?” Eunjae didn’t even comprehend what she was saying as she watched wide-eyed as the person in front of her stepped onto the small stage and kneeled down in front of Kim Namjoon. “Some friend you are.”

“Holy shit you’re next.” Miles breathed.

“Holy shit I’m next.”

Eunjae felt her breath catch in her throat as the space in front of Namjoon cleared. She didn’t have a particular bias out of the members, but the confident brilliance of Kim Namjoon just did something to her.

Her dark eyes widened when the staff member positioned next to the stage waved her forward. It took Miles prodding her in the back for her to move, feet shuffling up the small steps to the stage. As she kneeled down in front of Namjoon and placed her album onto the table, he looked up from his marker with a smile.

Wow, those dimples are dangerous , she thought, mouth opening and closing without sound.

“Hello.” Kim Namjoon’s deep voice was like butter as he reached for her album. “What’s your name?”

“Uh,” she stuttered out unintelligently as he neatly signed his signature onto the album. All of the Korean that she’d practiced beforehand slipped completely from her mind. She was just lucky that Namjoon was fluent in English. “Eunjae Morales.”

“Nice to meet you, Eunjae.” Namjoon’s cheeks dimpled as he held up a hand for her to high five. Her small hand gently tapped his and she almost died on the spot.

“You too.” Enjae wouldn’t have been able to say anything more even if she’d wanted to. A staff member appeared behind Namjoon from seemingly out of nowhere to wave her on. She was barely able to squeeze out a “fighting!” before she slid down to the next member.

Eunjae’s interaction with Min Yoongi passed in a blur. She’d barely been able to stammer out a sentence from underneath his unfaltering gaze. And when he flashed her his patented gummy smile, Eunjae couldn’t help the shy grin she sent back in return. In the middle of his accented sentence in English, he lifted up a hand for her to high five, smile widening at the blush that spread across her cheeks.

Sliding down the table, she glanced up and felt the breath stutter in her chest when she met the dark eyes of Kim Seokjin. His face was even more beautiful in person and when his plush lips tilted up in a smile, she almost fainted on the spot. His dark hair was parted to reveal forehead and the lightly tanned skin of his arms shone under the lights as he reached out for her album. Seokjin didn’t know a lot of English, however, so they weren’t really able to converse. But he sent another radiant smile her way as he grasped one of her hands in both of his and squeezed gently.

Before moving down again, Eunjae took a peak at Miles behind her. She had to muffle her laughter from his wide-eyed stare of awe as he admired the beautiful Kim Seokjin. Lips twitching, she shuffled down the table once again with shaking hands.

“Hello!” The enthusiastic greeting of Jung Hoseok met her ears in his cute, accented English.

Wow, this is just not fair. Eunjae barely stopped herself from speaking the thoughts out loud. Hoseok’s eyes turned into crescent moons as he grinned down at her, showing off his perfectly straight teeth. A grey bucket hat hid most of his wavy, dark hair from view, and Eunjae was glad that his stylists didn’t force him to straighten it. Popping up between the corners of his pink lips and high cheekbones were tiny, cute dimples.

“Hi.” Eunjae answered, hands coming up to cover the bottom half of her face shyly. Why are all these men so beautiful?

Ignoring the album in front of him, Hoseok excitedly gestured a ringed finger back and forth between them before declaring, “the same!”

Eunjae tilted her head in confusion at his words for a moment before glancing down at where he was gesturing. A very unladylike snort left her as soon as she noticed what he meant. Hoseok was dressed in a plain white T-shirt with a denim jacket thrown over it, incidentally matching with her white hoodie and denim jacket.

“Hey, I had this on first.” The words came out automatically, muffled as she spoke around the fingers covering her lips. Her nervousness caused the words to stumble out without her permission. “You copied me.”

Hoseok’s contagious laughter burst from his lips and his hand stopped waving between them as he leaned forward. Elbows propped onto the table, he reached out to gently pull Eunjae’s hands from her face. Smaller hands held in his long fingers, Hoseok’s glittering eyes roved her face.

“Name?”

Attempting to force the blush from her cheeks, Eunjae sputtered out the first words that came to mind. Which was, finally , the correct translation of her practiced introduction in Korean. It seemed almost impossible, but Hoseok’s smile widened even more as he stared at her in surprise, hands squeezing her own.

“ You speak Korean ?”

Eunjae blinked as she attempted to slowly translate the rapid fire Korean that just left his lips. Her brow creased as she grasped at the words that had long since been buried in the back of her brain. She hadn’t held a conversation in Korean since she was a kid, and what was once easily translated now came with great difficulty.

“ Uh, very small. ” Eunjae winced at what she was sure was an incorrect sentence. “ Sorry .”

Hoseok let go of her hands and leaned forward to gently sandwich her burning cheeks between his soft palms. “ Gwiyeopda !”

That word Eunjae did not know, though it sounded vaguely familiar. Before she could form a response, the space in front of Kim Taehyung, who sat next to Hoseok, finally emptied. A staff member materialized over Hoseok’s shoulder to gesture her along. He gave Eunjae one last parting, dimpled smile before finally releasing her. He quickly signed album that laid forgotten between them before sliding it down to the left.

“Bye-bye!”

Eunjae sent him a parting smile and a stammered “bye” before finding herself kneeling in front of the beautiful Kim Taehyung. Sitting this close, she was able to make out all the details of his visage. His golden skin practically glowed under the lights of the room and his hair had recently been dyed a beautiful blond. Long, slender fingers gently slid her album closer to himself. With one double lidded eye, and one single lidded eye, he peered up at her from under his long lashes as he enthusiastically scrawled his signature.

“Hi!” Taehyung let his marker fall carelessly to the table and he reached out to grab onto her hands. Fingers intertwining with hers, he sent her a cute boxy smile and waved their conjoined hands side to side.

“Hi!” Eunjae had always been the type of person to automatically mold her energy to the people around her. And Taehyung’s energy was definitely nudging hers from shy to excited.

Like Seokjin, Taehyung’s grasp on the English language was very limited. So their interaction just consisted of him waving their conjoined hands around in a very uncoordinated dance. Meeting an adorable Park Jimin, who had been sitting next to Taehyung, and a shy Jeon Jungkook passed by in the blink of an eye.

Before she knew it, Eunjae was descending the tiny steps to the stage. She didn’t make it far down the aisle before Miles was back at her side, hand snaking out to clutch onto her arm for dear life.

“This has been the single, most greatest day of my life.” He gushed as they sat back down. Miles let his eyes trail back over the line of boys sitting at the table with a starstruck expression. “I think I’m in love.”

Nodding, Eunjae subtly flexed her hands. “It should be illegal to be that beautiful.”

“Then I would be in jail, sweetie.”

Shaking her head, Eunjae turned back to the front of the room and watched as the seven men bounced their energy off of one another. Jimin had the microphone in his hand, playfully taunting a glaring Seokjin. As the last few fans trickled off the stage, all Eunjae could think about for the rest of the fanmeet was how cold her hands felt.

Bare feet sinking into the soft, shag carpet underneath the couch in Miles’ one bedroom apartment, Eunjae groggily sat up. Dawn was just beginning to peek through the closed blinds of the small living room as she sat upright for a few moments to gather her bearings. Eunjae’s head pounded in sync with her heartbeat, each bump-bump sending a searing pain through her skull.

After the fanmeet the day previous, Eunjae and Miles had retreated back to his tiny one bedroom apartment in the lower West Side. After stuffing themselves with leftover chinese food, the two of them had ended up retreating to bed. Too lazy to hike down to the subway to trek all the way back home to Queens, Eunjae raided Miles’ closet for pajamas and crashed shortly after.

Eyes squinting groggily at the clock face on the tv’s cable box, Eunjae grumbled angrily at her pressing bladder. She’d only been asleep for a few hours and the warmth of the couch cushions was calling to her. Ignoring the temptation, she slowly rose to her feet, muscles weak and achy like she’d decided to run a marathon the day previous.

Eunjae blindly felt her way down the short hallway between the living room and kitchenette, stumbling through the first door on the left. The lone window behind the bathroom counter was enough for her to see by. So, without bothering to turn the light on, she locked the door and shuffled across the room. After doing her business, she ran her hands under the warm tap water, eyes closed. It wasn’t until she turned off the tap that she looked up.

“Holy shit .”

Eyes wide in alarm, she braced herself against the counter and leaned to further inspect herself in the mirror hanging above the sink. Both sides of her face were covered in ugly, dark purple bruises. They were the darkest right on the apple of her cheeks before fading to a greenish-yellow around her chin and right under her eyes.

“What the hell?”

Eunjae reached out a shaky finger to gently prod at one of her cheeks, only to stop halfway once she noticed the bruising that covered the back of her hand as well. Both hands, in fact. How had she managed to hurt herself to such an extent without even realising? Actually, Eunjae was pretty sure that those bruises hadn’t been there when she went to sleep. Were those…?

Heart leaping in her throat, Eunjae threw the bathroom door open and screamed out for Miles. She refused to tear her eyes away from her reflection in disbelief at what she was seeing. The bruises looked familiar to something that had been covered in every year of grade school since the third grade. But it couldn’t be. She couldn’t have…

“Why are you screaming bloody murder?” The groggy, sleep filled voice of Miles reached out for her from down the hallway and she let out a shaky breath before answering.

“Miles, I need you to come look at this and tell me I’m crazy.”

“What?” His voice was closer now, and Eunjae saw his head poke into the bathroom through the mirror. “Why are you standing here in the dark like a...oh, my God.”

“Please tell me that I fell down somewhere last night and just don’t remember it.” Eunjae pleaded, the cold edge of the counter digging into her stomach.

The boy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he moved to stand next to her, his sharp profile catching her eye as he stared down at the bruises on her face. Miles reached out a hand as if he were going to trace her cheek, but he stopped halfway, hand hanging limp between them.

“No,” his voice was quiet as he stared in awe. “No, you didn’t fall.”

There was a beat of silence where neither of them spoke. The only noise that filled the still air was the soft melody of a songbird perched somewhere outside the window.

“Eunjae.” Miles hadn’t used her first name since they were children. “Those look like that marks of First Touch.”

Eunjae couldn’t verbally respond. She just nodded her head slowly in agreement.

“I think you met your soulmate.”

The marks that covered her skin were not ordinary bruises; they were soulmarks, the sign of First Touch. The first time someone’s skin brushed against that of their soulmate’s, it left behind a bruise at the point of contact. Not right away, however, it took hours, sometimes even days, for them to appear on the skin.

Finding your soulmate sounded great on paper, but once First Touch was initiated, both parties only got a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body would begin to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one failed to find their soulmate, they starved to death. It wasn’t very common, only three-fourths of the population succeeded in finding their soulmate. It was a rarity. A blessing, some called it.

Or a curse.

“Yeah..,” Eunjae’s voice trailed off, mind reeling. “I think so too.”

Miles turned his head to met her eyes through the mirror. “Do you know who it is?”

Shaking her head, Eunjae answered, “the only people I touched yesterday were you, and--”

Both of their eyes widened at the same time. Their voices bounced off the tiled walls as they spoke as one: “Bangtan.”

“Do you know what this means?” Miles picked his jaw back up from where it’d dropped to the floor. Shifting to stand behind her, he grasped her small shoulders in his hands. “One of the members of Bantan is your soulmate .”

“This is crazy.” Eunjae breathed.

“Holy shit.” Miles paused in his movements before his eyes met hers. “Which one was it?”

“I don’t know, Miles.” Eunjae winced. The pain from the harsh bruising on her face was beginning to get to her. “Honestly, the whole thing passed by in a blur. I touched hands with all of them yesterday.”

“Well, who touched your face?”

Eyes closed in thought, Eunjae ran back through the memories of the day before. Her lips parted in sudden realization. “Oh.”

“Oh? Don’t leave me hanging here.” Miles shook her shoulders in excitement. “ Who was it ?”

“J-hope.”

“I’d hate you if I didn’t love you so much.” Miles sighed dramatically before bouncing on the balls of his feet. “This is incredible! Wow, I’m so jealous, you have no idea. You’re soulmates with J-fucking- hope .”

“How am I supposed to find him?” The words blurted from Eunjae’s mouth as panic slowly started to set in. “What if they were only here for that one night and now they’re gone? If I don’t find him again--”

“Whoa, whoa, relax.” Miles eased, hands rubbing soothing circles through the material of her borrowed shirt. “We’ll just check online to see if we can find a schedule or something. Besides, I doubt that they’d just up and leave once they see the marks on J-hope. That’d be stupid.”

Inhaling through her nose, Eunjae slowly nodded at his words of reassurance. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Exactly! I’m right.” He nodded vigorously, excited energy bouncing back. “I swear to God, you better introduce me. And if you don’t choose me to be the bridesmaid at your wedding, I might just have to disown you.”

At her lack of response, a frown pulled down the corners of his lips. “This is good news. So why do you look like that? You should be happy dancing with me.”

Shaking her head, Eunjae gripped the small bathroom counter with bruised fingers. “Do you know what this means, Miles?”

“Um, that you’ve won the soulmate lottery?”

“Miles!” She spun around, the corner of the counter digging painfully into her back. Eunjae stared up at him with panicked eyes. “We live in New York City.”

He tilted his head to the side at her words in confusion.

“They live in South Korea.”

“That’s-”

“I barely even speak Korean. They barely even speak English. They live in Seoul, South Korea.” The words poured from her mouth at a rapid fire pace, the reality of the situation starting to dawn on her.

Eunjae had spent practically her whole life in New York City. After the death of her parents at age twelve, she’d been sent to live with the only remaining blood relative they’d been able to get a hold of. Eunja’s grandmother on her mother’s side had been the only one that they’d gotten to take her in.

Eunjae could feel her chest tightening as her breath strained against her lungs. Mouth parting in panic, the room beginning to spin, walls pressing down against her. “South Korea. I can’t leave my grandmother, Miles. I’m all she has left. And what about school? The semester just started and--”

“Breathe, hunny.” Miles’ hands gripped the tops of her arms as he spoke calmly, guiding her face to his chest. “Count with me. One. Two. Three. Breathe in.”

Eyes closed against the dark spots entering her vision, Eunjae concentrated on the calming words murmured into the shell of her ear. Hands shaking, she ignored the pain in her bruised fingers and clutched at the oversized shirt of her best friend in an attempt to ground herself.

“There you go. In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three. Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“No it won’t.” Eunjae’s small, shaking voice strained past her lips. “Do you really think they’d let one of their members relocate to the states by himself?”

The cotton shirt pressed against her face dampened from her panicked tears and a sob caught in her throat. “Everything I have is here. I don’t want to leave.”

Miles’ arms wrapped around her shaking frame and, for once, he had nothing to say. All he could do was hold her steady in the growing light of his small, cold bathroom.

#bts #bts soulmate au #bts fic #hoseok #namjoon #seokjin #taehyung #yoongi #jungkook #jimin

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years

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playing human

starker; superior iron man x naive!peter

words: 2.3k

warnings: blow jobs, daddy kink, fem!peter, heavy feminization, manipulation, mind control

author’s note: sim is my absolute favorite comic series and I’ve always wanted to write it with starker.

“Isn’t that just funny, Tony?”

The bleach blonde girl next to him places her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep. Her other friend, the brunette with decent sized boobs and a slim waist, laughs. He barely payed attention to their features, because he knows it’s all due to Extremis. He’s put up with their brainless babbling for what feels like the past hour, but now he’s done.

“I’m going to have to stop you right there, sweetheart.” Tony responds, putting his hand up to stop the blonde from talking.

“The thing is, we don’t really know each other. So ‘Tony’ is off the table. It’s ‘Mr. Stark’ to you.” He says grumpily, taking a sip of his Scotch.

The girls’ smiles fade, finally becoming self aware. Yet, the pair still won’t leave and Tony’s about to punch them in the throat when,

“Daddy!”

Tony grins as he spots his boy.

Peter is standing on the steps into the pool, clad in tiny blue swim shorts and a sheer white cover up. Miles of milky skin is on display and Tony could jack off right then and there on his pool float.

“C’mere!” Tony shouts from halfway across the rooftop pool, only to be met with a pout. Peter gets out of the water and scurries over to the concrete edge nearest to Tony.

“I don’t want to get my hair wet.” Peter tells him once he’s close enough, plopping down onto the edge. He dangles his feet in the water, kicking slightly.

“Daddy’s spoiled girl.” Tony grins wickedly, much to the disgust of the girls. They would never dare say anything about his boy, his princess, since Tony would dispose of them on the spot.

Peter just giggles and pushes his sunglasses further up his nose. Tony hops off his pool float, handing his glass to the brunette and wading to the edge of the pool. Peter squeals and kicks his feet happily as Tony runs his dripping hands over the boy’s smooth thighs.

“Hi.”

“Hi, beautiful.”

Beautiful is truly the best word to describe Peter.

He wasn’t that surprised when he first found out Peter wasn’t on Extremis, as it is ridiculously expensive. What did surprise Tony was how he’s the epitome of perfection without it. His skin is always clear, has the perfect body, and rarely gets sick.

He always says his family has good genes.

Tony is ripped out of his thoughts by a tiny hand tilting his face upwards, incredibly soft lips pressing against his own. He groans happily and wraps his arms around Peter’s torso, the warm pool water rippling in his wake. His hands grip Tony’s damp hair slightly, one hand moving to squeeze the nape of his neck. Tony slips his right hand under Peter’s Neiman Marcus coverup and runs his thumb over the marks he left from this morning. Tony decides to take his lips off of Peter’s and move them to the spot just below his jaw, taking the soft skin between his teeth and sucking. Peter lets out a breathy ‘ah’ as Tony adds new marks to his skin. He can feel people staring, but nobody would dare say anything in fear of being launched off of the roof.

“Tony!”

Tony groans in annoyance and removes his lips from Peter’s neck.

“Pepper! You want to hop in?” He exclaims, turning his head to face the fiery redhead.

She doesn’t smile.

“I don’t have my suit.” She sneers, arms crossed over her perfectly ironed blouse.

“It’s okay. We’re all friends here.” Tony quips, earning a little giggle from Peter.

He presses a chaste kiss to the boy’s temple as he rests his head on Tony’s shoulder.

“I’m not laughing. Get rid of your boy toy, we need to talk.”

Tony can feel Peter flinch against him. Pepper is not very fond of his boy (maybe because he took her place) but he can’t really say anything to her. She practically runs the company.

“I’ve got to go face the beast, baby.” He mumbles softly in Peter’s ear, pushing the boy off him.

He pouts as Tony hops out of the pool, someone immediately running over to hand him a towel.

“You’ll come back to swim, right?” Peter asks sadly, fiddling with his charm bracelet Tony bought him. He always does that when he’s nervous.

“Of course. Go keep those pretty ladies over there company.” He tells Peter as he stands up. The younger grabs his hand and presses a kiss to it.

“Okay! I love you, daddy.” He giggles, taking off his coverup and placing it next to him gently.

“Daddy loves you too.” Tony tells the boy as he walks towards Pepper, blowing a kiss. Pepper grabs his wrist tightly as Peter pretends to catch the kiss and hold it to his heart.

⎊⎊⎊

Peter is a vision lying on the pool float.

The girls have left him, leaving him alone as other people swim and mingle around him.

He’s gotten a nice tan from all the time in the sun. The sun has made his freckles darken, adding to his whole sun kissed look. The length of his shorts should be a sin, barely covering the plump swell of his ass.

Tony can’t tell if the boy is asleep or not, since his limited edition Ray Bans are covering those big brown eyes.

Peter’s head turns and he waves excitedly at the older man. Tony’s heart swells and he dives into the pool, heading to give his boy a big kiss. Peter accepts the wet kiss, laughing in happiness as Tony kisses his tummy.

“Daddy no!” He giggles, flipping over on the raft. It rocks a bit, so Tony reaches out to steady it. Peter stretches out like a cat, long legs shaking. Tony ghosts his hand over Peter’s ass, gently pressing against the plug resting inside.

The boy lets out a high pitched moan, raising his hips in search of more friction.

“You feeling okay?” Tony asks, snapping the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks.

He nods sheepishly, hiding his face in his arms.

Tony twists the plug through Peter’s trunks, earning a louder moan. A couple near them turn bright red and look away.

“Daddy, I need to take a shower.” Peter manages to whimper out.

Tony twists the plug again with a hum.

“Really? I guess I’ll have to join you.”

Peter nods vigorously.

“Let’s go baby boy.”

Tony swims to the side of the pool, hopping out as water floods over the side. Peter climbs out behind him and Tony notices a very obvious bulge. He snakes his arm around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer to his side. Peter giggles as they walk inside, heading straight for the elevator. It’s loud inside and the alcohol only amplifies the sound. Being the good girl she is, FRIDAY opens the elevator doors for them and brings them up to Tony’s personal floor.

“FRIDAY, start the shower.” Tony grunts, scooping Peter up bridal style. The boy squeals and nuzzles into his bare chest. Tony stumbles into the bedroom, carrying Peter to the master bathroom. He sets him down gently, small feet touching the marble floor. Tony notices a small silver bracelet around Peter’s left ankle.

“I like your ankle bracelet,” Tony hums, wrapping his arms around Peter’s torso and swaying him slightly.

“Thank you. I saw it when I was out shopping the other day.” Peter tells him.

Tony nods and kisses Peter’s shoulder gently. His calloused hands tug at the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks, pulling them down over his thighs. His small cock bobs, flushed a pretty pink and leaking.

“Daddy,” Peter whines, kicking off his trunks. Tony taps on his blue jeweled plug lightly.

“I’m going to take this out. Want you to be nice and tight for me tonight. Relax,” He coos, wrapping his rough fingers around the plug. Peter moans as it slips out with a squelch, come and lube dripping down his thighs slowly.

“Hop in.” Tony tells him with a slap to his ass. Peter giggles and climbs into the shower, closing his eyes as the hot water cascades down his body. Tony smiles as he takes off his own swim trunks, hard cock springing free. He sets the plug down on the counter. As he steps in the shower, Peter captures him in an eager kiss. The younger moans as his dick brushes against Tony’s thigh, due to the height difference.

“Let’s see what else that pretty little mouth can do.” Tony growls when they pull away, running his thumb over Peter’s slick bottom lip.

His boy grins eagerly and falls to his knees, giving his member a few strokes with his hand before wrapping his plump lips around the tip. Tony hisses in pleasure and grips the handle to the glass door, hot water spilling down his back. Peter immediately takes him down to the hilt, nose pressing against his now wet pubic hair. Tony silently thanks himself, because he’d never be able to keep up with the boy’s insatiable sex drive without Extremis. He knows he won’t be able to last long, he’s been horny since their morning round.

“Fuck Pete, daddy’s close,” He groans, grabbing a fistful of Peter’s drenched chestnut hair. The younger pulls off his dick with a pop, beginning to pump it with his beautifully manicured hands.

“Please daddy, want your come so bad,” Peter moans, sticking out his pink tongue.

The sight of his princess on his knees with his tongue out has Tony coming, painting Peter’s lips and tongue white with his release.

“Stand up, baby,” He groans once he finishes. Peter scrambles off of the tile, gripping onto Tony for dear life. Tony sucks on Peter’s neck as he reaches down to start stroking his cocklet. Peter lets out a high pitched moan and after about a dozen pumps of his cock he comes with a cry.

“So pretty for me,” Tony grumbles in his ear, kneading Peter’s soft cock as the younger twitches from overstimulation.

“Only for you, daddy. No one else,” He pants, gripping onto Tony’s forearms.

Tony grins wickedly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

⎊⎊⎊

Tony’s boy is such a charmer.

The young woman next to him had been talking his ear off about her modeling career and he would usually just ignore her after a couple minutes, but Peter kept her entertained by asking lots of questions.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you go get daddy another bourbon?” He mumbles in Peter’s ear, squeezing his hips slightly.

Peter giggles and nods, scrambling off of Tony’s lap. He wonders how the boy does it, sitting for hours on his nanotech suit. Peter sways his hips as he walks to the bar, white jean shorts hugging his ass perfectly. He’ll have to find whoever made the shorts and give them a couple weeks of Extremis for free.

“He’s very lovely, Mr. Stark.” The woman says, watching Peter head over to the self serve bar.

“Isn’t he?” Tony grins and faces the girl.

“I see great things in his future.” She tells him, taking a sip of her white wine.

That’s not ominous at all.

Before he has a chance to respond, he picks up a very loud voice emerging from the crowd.

“He’s using you, Peter!”

Tony rolls his eyes when he sees who the voice belongs to.

Michelle Jones has been on his watch list for a while, her open hatred for Extremis, Stark Industries, and Tony himself earning her a spot. Peter sheepishly told him that they were best friends when her picture was on the news after she organized a peaceful protest against Extremis.

Tony had kissed his temple and said he’d love to meet her.

She never took up the offer.

“MJ, you’re making a scene.” Peter says quietly, bourbon in hand.

Tony notices the kid next to Michelle, an overweight boy named Ned. He seems to have been dragged along, since he’s not vocal about his feelings towards Extremis. Once Tony took Peter and the boy out for lunch. Ned is nice, very smart and charismatic.

Good for his boy.

“I don’t care! He’s evil and ruthless. He’s manipulating you!” She shouts, the crowd around her quieting down. Peter is flushed a bright red, not with pleasure, but with embarrassment. Tony stands up slowly, eyes darkening at the sight of someone causing humiliation to his boy.

“Michelle. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He sneers, placing a metal covered hand on the small of Peter’s back. Michelle shoots daggers at him, which would have most terrified, but not Tony. Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s suit, pressing his cheek to the cold metal.

“Hi Ned. Good to see you again.”

Ned waves nervously and Tony winks at him.

“You took our boy, Stark.” Michelle accuses, stepping closer to the man in armor. Tony raises his arm, gauntlet ready to fire.

“Take one more step. I dare you.” He spits, ready to launch this brat off the tower.

“Daddy!” Peter cries, stepping in front of his raised arm. In shock, Tony puts his arm down.

“If you want to hurt them,” Peter takes a shaky breath, “You have to hurt me.”

His boy is so brave.

Tony raises his hand to cup Peter’s cheek.

“Peter,” He coos, smooth and sensual. Peter’s eyes turn the color of his, icy blue. He may have lied about no Extremist being in the boy’s system. He’s slipped Peter a few doses over the months, enough to submit him to occasional mind control but not enough to change his appearance.

“You don’t know Michelle. You never have and you never will. I want you to go upstairs, fuck yourself open on your fingers, and get ready for Daddy’s cock.”

Tony lets go of Peter’s face, his eyes turning back to their normal honey brown.

“Okay daddy! I love you.” Peter giggles and kisses Tony’s rough cheek.

“Love you too, princess.” Tony replies as the boy saunters away.

“Now,” He growls as he turns to face Michelle. He grins sinisterly, eyes turning blood red. The arc reactor and accents on his suit do the same, casting a red glow throughout the room.

“Where were we?”

#starker #starker fic #starker moodboard #starker smut

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hellhoundsprey · 4 years

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Here is the second one: In the "sequel/future!ficlet" for "50", I would love to see Smith and Wesson's interactions after Dean fully embraced his submissive side. Again, full on Explicit "actions"! :P You are awesome!!! :D

continued: Oh!!! Thirsty anon here!!! I forgot to say, that I would LOVE if Smith would have his nipples pierced and have a Prince Albert with a ring representing his marriage to Wesson. Tons of feminization and Dean being able to take Sam's fist in him. Thank you!!! :D

Okay look I love you. Know that you have my heart.

Also, those are some amazing headcanons, fuck. Some of them don’t exactly line up with my understanding of these specific idiots BUT let’s see how they work this out.

warnings: sexual coercion, bad bdsm etiquette, non-consensual body modification, abusive relationship (since this belongs into the canon of 50 it’s all in all 100% bad news bears tbh)

includes: sub!dean, dom!sam, swesson, orgasm control, cock cages, bondage, married couple

It hasn’t stopped raining these past few days. Hammers against all windows, every surface—unrelenting, like a constant headache. Nothing is safe.

The rain ruined at least one of Smith’s silk ties, so far.

“Looks good.”

The antiseptic stings. Doesn’t burn anymore, no. (Not like he’d admit to that.)

“I think we can swap out the ring any day now.”

Dean comments, flatly, “Yay,” eyes bored and pointed to the bedroom ceiling. “You done yet? I’m getting cold.”

His husband argues how, “I let you keep the shirt on,” and Smith rolls his eyes.

Dean lolls his head to his left to face the window. The ocean’s in an uproar just outside, licks at the shore like it’s about to climb it. Devour the world; them. Everything.

Sam puts his supplies back where they belong—containers and boxes, clear acrylic; stainless steel. The sounds are so familiar, calming. Like someone prepping their daily cup of tea. Always the same order—antiseptic, tweezers, more antiseptic, cotton into trash, tissues into trash, gloves.

Except that the gloves don’t come off, this time.

Dean warns, “Stop it,” and earns the complementary, “I can’t help it. Looking so good right now, pet.”

Latex on the inside of his thigh, slapping him like you’d do it with a horse; the other hand cups his balls in not-so-subtle threat.

Dean grumbles, “They said four weeks. Four, Sam,” but does spread his legs further apart.

Sam climbs between them, blindly, scoffing. “It’s not like I was gonna touch it. Calm down.”

Dean rumbles his disbelief but turns so Sam can kiss him on the mouth. Can slip their tongues together, and Smith gets his feet on the mattress so he can let his knees fall outwards more comfortably.

Sam’s hand keeps busying itself with Dean’s balls and Dean reminds, “I’m not supposed to.”

“You’ve got the cage on. Don’t worry.”

Sam deepens their kiss. Eats at Dean’s mouth and Dean’s eyes slip shut. Fucking storms at night fuck his sleep up. He’s always exhausted, these days, Riley and the dogs or not.

Hands into Sam’s hair. He holds on. Feels his breath hitching upon Sam popping a button or two of his shirt, worm his hand in-between.

Finds one of the other rings, here, and tugs.

Dean pleads, “Sir,” and gets his balls pulled at.

Dean holds still. Doesn’t speak again. Let’s the heat roam and shoot, sharp like pain, lets Sam lick into his mouth as much as he wants.

Sam rolls his pierced nipple between forefinger and thumb.

Says, quietly, “You will kneel on the floor and wait,” and Smith bites, “Yes, sir.”

Sam lifts and disappears just as quick as he had climbed the bed, climbed Dean.

Pulls off the gloves now, audibly, snips his now-bare fingers while he’s already on the move.

“Today, pet.”

Dean doesn’t complain. Doesn’t argue. It’s not one of those days.

His dick fucking hurts.

He leaves his shirt on the bed, just to make any sort of point. Folds his legs underneath himself, knees pointing outwards, arms behind his back. He’s done this too many times to be anything but flawless about it.

Eyes closed, he already begins to swim, to float. The rain lulls him in. The ocean calls.

His fingers stop dancing over his own forearm as soon as the familiar rhythm of Sam’s footsteps reaches his ears.

He grips it, hard, instead.

Sam snaps his finger again, points to the ground by his feet.

Dean sighs. Probably deserves that one, for the shirt.

He shuffles over, settles back into the pose.

Sam backhands him.

For the sigh, obviously. (Worth it.)

“Does it hurt?” all casual, as Sam bends down to secure the blindfold around Dean’s head.

“Which one, sir?”

“Any of them?”

Dean lies, “No, sir,” and hears Sam squatting down in front of him. Feels that breath, close, before Sam reaches for his chest again.

Asks, “You sure?” as he twists, and Smith keeps his mouth under control; doesn’t grind his teeth and breathes through his nose.

“Yes, sir.”

The other side, now. “Even when I do this?”

“Yes, sir.”

He doesn’t know why he lies. Sam will pick up on him sweating his ass off once he ties him up, anyway.

An illusion of control—Sam lets him have this one. As a treat.

(The man’s gotten soft ever since Smith had agreed to the goddamn piercings. Looks at Dean like a love-sick puppy when he thinks nobody notices (not even Dean, not really). Even got a babysitter for the whole week. A deal is a deal.

The goddamn negotiations though had nearly been enough to crack Dean’s head open for good. Thank god their next big anniversary is another decade away.)

“I think you’re gonna take my arm today.”

“Okay. Sir.”

“Only ‘okay’?” Smith can hear that frown. “You want your tits clamped so bad, you could’ve just said so.”

Dean grits, “Yes, sir,” and, yeah, his pits are drenched.

Fuck. He’s too tired for this shit.

Sam secures his arms for him, makes another trip to the playroom for the clamps. Clips those over the week-old piercings and Dean nearly breaks. Nearly folds forward, inward.

Doesn’t. “Hurts?”

“No, sir.”

“And you know why?”

“’Cause I’m fucking perfect,” snarls Smith, and his laughing husband pats his cheek all gentle, all play. True love.

“Yeah. Yeah, you are.”

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When someone breaks into your house

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“Oh my god, my feet are killing me.” You wailed, throwing yourself down on the couch, feeling the way the cushions gave in underneath your weight. The soles of your feet were throbbing as you lifted them from the floor and held them up in the air, in front of your boyfriend, who shot you his usual grin. Placing the shopping bags down in the corner of the room he walked over to you, flopping down beside you. You groaned as his knee bumped into your thigh since he was trying to sit much too close to you and he laughed before pushing himself up slightly, giving you a little more space. Heaving a content sigh you rested your head upon his shoulder, feeling the way his muscles relaxed underneath you. Your body gave into him as he wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you against his chest.

There wasn’t a better way for you to end your day than in his arms. “Did you have a good time?” Taehyung asked quietly, nuzzling his face inside of your hair, taking in the smell of your shampoo combined with the smell of the fresh evening air. Humming tiredly you snuggled closer to him, feeling how he tightened his hold around you. It had been an amazing day, and to be honest you hadn’t had such a great time in a while. It was different from the exciting concerts and the big events you always did on usual days. It wasn’t like you didn’t have fun while doing your job, or spending time with him and his friends. But this had been different. It had been so long since you’d still had the chance to act so normal. Today you had felt as if you were just a girl and Taehyung was just a boy, while you had been walking around the mall, going from shop to shop.

He had let you wear anything that caught his eye, forcing you into the fitting room and pulling that satisfied and dreamy face every single time you showed up in something he approved. He had insisted to pay for everything, no matter how much you had complained and had called him out about feminism. He told you that this had nothing to do with legal rights or sexist comments and he simply wanted to spoil you for once. And so you had decided that for once, you’d let him. The two of you had dinner at a great restaurant, had the time to talk to each other like you hadn’t been able to do in a while. You laughter together, about stupid and silly things that had nothing to do with work. He held your hand, not caring if the two of you had been in public or not, and had actually blown you off your feet by kissing you in the middle of one of the stores where he had forced you into a deep purple dress.

To you, today had been absolutely perfect and you didn’t want to trade it for any other moment. The two of you barely got the chance to be this normal, and it had been like you had been set free. Though, you knew it would be over before it had even started. But apart from that, it had been great. The two of you sat there for a while, enjoying the silence and the peaceful sphere around the two of you. “I wonder what the others did today.” He mumbled, knowing they all had different ways to enjoy their day off. Most of them went to hang out with friends or family or with their girlfriends. When he had texted Jimin earlier he had found out that he was taking his girlfriend to get ice cream. He listened to the sound of your quiet breathing, cherishing this little moment. He’d had a great time today and somehow he felt like he was a better boyfriend now, as he’d had the chance to spoil you all day.

He had wanted to spend his day off making up for all those moments he never got to spend time with you, or those when he was simply too busy to see you. He knew that buying you clothes wasn’t exactly the right way to do it, but he’d wanted to make you feel like a princess. He was glad he had succeeded. He just wanted to make sure you knew how much you meant to him. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t home often that he didn’t think about you all the time, or that he didn’t care about you. “You can always text them, and ask.” You reminded him, nudging him with your finger against his chest. He removed his face out of your hair so that he could lower his head to look at you, while you stared at him from under your lashes. Somehow you got the feeling you could stare at him forever if you’d be allowed to do so. You couldn’t get over the fact that your boyfriend was this good looking. His hand enclosed around your finger before he brought it towards his lips and pressed a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

You weren’t able to control the shiver that ran down your spine because of the feeling and it caused him to smirk slightly. “Nah, I’ll just ask them tomorrow. Today, all my attention belongs to you.” He pointed out cheeringly and you squealed as he tackled you into a hug. Slipping down, your back hit the cushions and he playfully hovered over you, placing both of his hands beside your head. admiring the bright smile he was wearing on his face you lifted your hand and brushed it through his hair. He sighed in content, leaning into your touch. “I wish we could do this more often though.” Taehyung mumbled, his gaze drilling into yours. The heat that was radiating from him warmed you more than any radiator would ever be able to do. He was dressed in a cosy sweater and some jeans, he looked so huggable in it. Smiling softly at him you immediately recognized the tone inside of his voice. The one he would always use when he was about to apologize for being so absent in your relationship.

Sometimes you thought he was right, and that he should be apologizing. There were so many nights you would spend alone, and to be honest it could get quite lonely sometimes. Not knowing what the person you loved was doing, who he was spending his time with. Him not being there when you needed him to, not always being able to talk to him when you wanted to hear his voice. But whenever he came home and told you about how guilty he felt and how he thought he wasn’t a good boyfriend, you instantly felt bad about having those thoughts. It wasn’t like this was his fault. You had known what you were in for when throwing yourself into this relationship. He had warned you so many times, about his job, about how it would rule over your lives. He was a busy man, and if you couldn’t accept that than this relationship didn’t have a single chance of succeeding. He was living his dream and he had worked so hard for where he was today.

All the sleepless nights and rough days had definitely cost him a lot, but it had also gained him something much more precious. You could only be proud because of how brave and strong he had been. You didn’t want to make things even harder for him by causing him to worry about you whenever he wasn’t around, he had already had enough going on. “And we will! Once you’re retired.” You joked and he snorted. You could see that the thoughts still hadn’t vanished from his mind, but they were slowly forced back and that was a start. Today was about not having to worry about anything, and you weren’t going to let him start now. Skillfully you wrapped your arms around his neck, coaching him a little closer to you. His breath was hitting on top of your face as he moved in willingly. You watched the way his lashes rested against his cheekbones as he blinked, the way the corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile as he looked at you.

“Now you bought me all those pretty clothes and you didn’t bring anything for yourself.” You spoke, still feeling kind of awkward because he had paid for all of it. Now that the two of you had been together for so long and you had moved in together, Taehyung thought it was only normal for the two of you to share other things as well. Yet, you still felt uncomfortable about it sometimes, not wanting to make it seem like you were taking advantage of him. “I got you, it’s all I need.” His cheesiness caused you to cringe, but he just seemed amused as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and plump, moving lazily and slow. It was as if you had all the time in the world, as if tomorrow would never come and you could stay like this forever. His sweet smell wandered into your nose as his fingers trailed up your thighs, which were covered by your jeans.

“I need a drink.” He suddenly maundered against your lips, his words slightly muted. Groaning in discontent you tried to cling onto him as he chose this exact moment to leave you behind. He shot you a teasing look, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking of. Yet, once he had his mind set on something, it wasn’t easy for him to change course. So you didn’t have any choice but to loosen your grip around his shirt and let him go as he pushed himself up. After pressing another peck on your forehead he got up and walked off, finding his way towards the kitchen. You watched as the lights flickered on in the other room, several rays falling through the doorway and lighting up the living room. Heaving a deep sigh you followed his example and sat up as well, your eyes wandering around the room as you waited for your boyfriend to come back. He seemed to be taking his sweet time in there, probably on purpose. There had to be something left for the two of you to do.

A day like this couldn’t just end this abruptly. So as you stood on your feet and shuffled towards the cabinets underneath the TV, your eyes suddenly fell on some movies Taehyung had brought from the dorms last week. He’d suggested watching some of them once the two of you would find the time, and when would be more perfect than now? Was there a better way to end the night than by falling asleep on the couch inside of his arms, stuffed underneath a warm blanket and a rom-com playing in the background? The scene was already enveloping inside of your head as you picked up the first movie from the pile. “Do you want to watch one of the movies you brought?” You questioned into the direction of the kitchen, guessing he would hear you at last. You heard him searching through the fridge, probably looking for some water. “Yeah! Sure!” He shouted back and you chuckled by the way you heard him curse softly as he seemed to have spilled something.

Going through the different boxes you figured they were all good, and it was hard for you to pick one. “Which one do you…” You started, but never got to finish your sentence as suddenly someone showed up from behind you. At first you thought it was Taehyung, trying to prank you. It wouldn’t be the first time he did something like that. But as soon as that person wrapped his arms around you, you realized that these arms didn’t belong to your boyfriend. Your heart leaped inside of your chest, a shot of adrenaline rushing through you as you stiffened, too scared to move. “We will finally be together.” An unknown, low voice whispered inside of your ear and you could sense the hidden desire inside of it, causing you to shiver. You tried to turn around, wanting to see who had broken into your apartment.

But before you could something got pressed against your face and panic broke free inside of you. With a loud crash the dvd box fell out of your hands and landed flat on the floor, the slam echoing against the walls. Your hands reached up for the piece of clothing that was covering your nose and mouth, your nails frantically scratching at the arm that was circled around you. Yet, soon a clouded mist appearing in front of you’re eyes and your movements got uncoordinated. But the mortal fear didn’t leave you, not even when everything turned black around you and your while body got pressed down by the weight of the world. The last thing you could remember was trying to shout your boyfriend’s name before you lost consciousness.

Taehyung was standing in the middle of the kitchen and would never admit that he was taking things slow just to tease you. He had seen the look inside of your eyes before he had left, and he wanted you to know what he always felt like if you let him wait. So he took his sweet time filling his glass, grumbled something underneath his breath when he spilled some of the water onto the counter instead of pouring it inside of his glass. The thought of ending the night while watching a relaxing movie sounded perfect and he couldn’t help but hum a soft melody as he searched for something to clean up his mess with. He knew that it would take a while before the two of you would have another chance to spend a day like this, so he wanted to make sure that it would be great. His heart skipped a beat when he suddenly heard a loud bang resound around the house, coming out of nowhere. Then it occurred to him that you might have dropped something, again.

He chuckled, shaking his head at the realization of how clumsy you could be sometimes. “Babe, what are you doing out there? Those movies are meant to be watched, not to be thrown around the house.” He reminded you playfully, taking his glass of water with him as he began to make his way over towards the living room. A soft smile was in his possession as he turned off the lights and prepared himself to tease you some more. Yet, what he saw in front of him caused his mind to go blank. Somehow the glass slipped from his hold, shattering into thousands of small pieces on the floor as he saw the way a strange guy was standing in front of you, holding you in his arms, something pressed against your face. Different kinds of emotions tore through him at the same time, from disbelieve to panic, back to worry and then all the way towards rage. He ignored the glass that surrounded him as he dashed forward, not feeling the cuts that were created inside of his skin.

The man noticed him speeding towards him, and seemed to be torn between holding onto you and fleeing, and Taehyung could only hope that he wouldn’t pick the last option so he could at least kick his ass. But as soon as he got in reach the guy let go of you and sprinted away, back into the direction he had probably used to get in. He had to decide right now if he would race after the stranger and try to get him, or stay with you. But he didn’t have any other choice as he saw your body leap towards the floor, pushed down by gravity. So he quickly jutted out his arms, catching your dead weight and holding you against his chest as he lowered the both of you towards the floor. Shock traveled through him when he carefully laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. His eyes studied your features, your limp limbs and your shallow breathing. His heart was beating inside of his throat as he patted your cheek softly. “_____________.” He muttered quietly, before saying it again, louder this time, hoping to get through to you.

His world was tumbling around him as your body gave into him like a stuffed doll, not gaining a single reaction. His breathing fastened, his gaze zooming in and coloring black around the edges. His fingers were shaking as he blindly searched for his phone, not allowing himself to loosen his eyes from you for even a second, afraid he might miss something. It was as if the word was standing still as he called the emergency services, the only rational thing he could still seem to think about at this moment. He explained everything to them, and agreed to stay on the phone with them until a unit would arrive at your home. Shuffling closer to you he scooping you up inside of his arms, cradling you against his chest while begging you to talk to him. “Wake up baby…” He whispered softly, feeling the way he was slowly starting to panic. How could this have happened? Tonight had been so perfect, how could it have ended like this? The only thing he could think of was the way you had smiled at him earlier tonight, and that it might be the last time he had ever seen it.

“He’s here somewhere. He texted me…” Jungkook mumbled as he led his fellow members into the hospital by walking straight through the main entrance. The others followed in a rush, worried about his friend who was momentarily all by himself in this big building. Taehyung had called them as soon as he had gotten here, trying to explain the situation to them, but it hadn’t been easy for them to catch up with him. He had been frantic, mixing up his words and sentences. Eventually they had simply assured him that they were coming over, and that he just had to keep himself together until then. Namjoon was worried about what they would find as soon as they arrive. Out of what he had been told he could only conclude that something terrible had happened. He didn’t understand, it was supposed to be a fun day for everyone, as they had all been looking forward to this day off for such a long time.

He hadn’t heard from Taehyung all day, so he’d assumed that he was just fine, since they all knew he was spending his day with you. So when he had heard that something had happened, he’d been extremely surprised. “He’s on the second floor.” Jungkook continued as they stepped inside of the elevator. Yoongi watched the people in white uniforms speed through the halls as the doors closed slowly in front of them. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, he only knew that his friend needed him, so he had given up on his sleep and he had immediately rushed over. He had been sleeping the day away, convincing himself that he’d start working on his music as soon as he’d had some proper dinner. Instead he was here, watching as the numbers of the floors changed from 0 to 1, and painfully slow to 2. Heaving a deep sigh he looked at Seokjin, who was standing beside him with his hands in his pockets.

To be honest for this time Jin had felt like taking the stairs, knowing they would have been faster that way. His friend was down that hall, and he needed them. Hospitals were one of his least favorite places, just the typical smell was enough to put all the hairs on his arms on edge. The first reaction of his body when he got into a place like this was to flee, but instead he was walking forward when a small beep resounded in the air and the doors of the elevators opened. The halls were clean and bright as Jimin followed right behind Namjoon, as he guided them forward. There were several people sitting on the plastic chairs on the sides, not looking all too inviting and actually quite uncomfortable. His eyes quickly slipped past the unknowing faces, until they landed on the only person that seemed familiar. Yet, his heart immediately dropped inside of his stomach when he noticed the look on his friend’s face.

He nudged Hoseok, who followed his glance as he nodded at the lonely guy sitting a little further ahead. Surprised to see Taehyung’s tear strained cheeks he quickly rushed forward, the others close on his heels. He crouched down in front of him, and the younger one focussed his gaze on them, clearly relieved to find out that they were finally there. He had been sitting here for thirty minutes after getting checked up on himself and the wounds on his feet. In the mean time the nurses tried to get him to understand what was going on, but the words simply wouldn’t stick to him. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to be with you, why he had to wait for the doctor to give him permission to go in. He just wanted to sit with you, hold your hand and be close to you. As a prove that you were doing better, that they were giving you the care you needed. Instead he was stuck at these chairs, and he couldn’t even look through the window to see if you were awake yet.

He was upset because they wouldn’t give him any answers. He couldn’t remember when he had started crying, but now he simply couldn’t help himself. He was so happy to see that his friends had come now that he needed them. He felt stronger by the hands that pressed against his shoulder, and that touched his back supportingly. He couldn’t describe how happy he was to see them. They all sent him sympathetic smiles and usually he hated those, but today he could actually use them. “What happened?” Namjoon asked, not knowing for sure why how he was supposed to react. He knew that something was wrong with you, but he didn’t know how bad it was. It wasn’t easy to confront a person if no one knew what was going on with him. They waited until Taehyung had caught enough air inside of his lungs to say what he wanted to say. “Some creep broke into our house. I was in the kitchen, getting something to drink…If only I hadn’t been taking so long.” He whined, fisting his hands inside of his hair as he lowered his head.

He’d had a lot of time to think about what had happened while he’d been sitting here like this. He was breaking his head open, thinking about everything that had happened and how it could have been prevented somehow. If he hadn’t been so childish and had just stayed with you, then that guy never might have been able to get you alone. But he had wanted to tease you, so he had allowed this to happen. Or perhaps if he had come out sooner, if he hadn’t been taking so much time, then he would have noticed earlier that something was wrong. But now, because of his stupidity, you were laying in that hospital bed on the other side of the wall. “Focus Taehyung-ah, what happened.” Yoongi forced him back into the conversation, realizing that his younger friend was loosing himself in guilt and frustrations. The thought that someone had actually dared to sneak into his friend’s house already made him feel pissed. Something horrifying could have happened in there. He didn’t want him to stop talking now that they were finally getting the story out of him.

“H-He drugged her and when I walked in, he ran. I didn’t even get to see his face properly.” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence as even more tears fell out of his eyes. He didn’t want to think about what you must have felt like when you had realized that there was a stranger inside of your house, standing right behind you. He wanted to know what had happened while he had been in the kitchen, what he had said to you. If you possibly had any idea who he was so that this guy could get caught. “Did you talk to the police already?” Seokjin asked and he shook his head, knowing that the officers would be here soon to take off his statement. He didn’t even know what to tell them. He didn’t have any details that could be relevant for the investigation. All the boys looked up when he noticed a man in a white coat make his way towards them, a soft smile playing around his lips.

Taehyung shot up from his chair, hoping that the man was coming to him, and not to all the others that were waiting. He needed to see you, he was so sick of waiting. “Mister Kim, I have some good news for you. Your girlfriend can have visitors from now on, but we would like to minimum them to three at a time, to make sure that she doesn’t get too many impulses when she wakes up. We informed her family, they are on their way over.” He explained and he shamefully had to admit that the thought of calling your parents hadn’t even occurred to him until now. It was as if his brain had blocked all the thoughts that weren’t involving you. He felt the need to get closed to that doctor and hug him, but luckily he was just in time to stop himself from making a fool out of himself. “So I can see her now?” He asked, again, just to be sure. The doctor nodded once more, telling him that you weren’t awake yet but that it probably wouldn’t take long before you would gain consciousness.

And those were the only words he needed before he sprinted off, finally entering the door he had been willing to kick in ever since you had disappeared behind it. He didn’t check to see which one of his friends followed behind him to resize the group into one of three, but he did hear someone shut the door as he made his way over towards the bed. It was very different than what he had expected to see. In his head, some very disturbing scenes had been taken form. But now that he was actually here and he saw that you were laying in the bed as if you were asleep, those all vanished. You actually looked quite peaceful, and it made him feel much better. Brushing a lonely tear from his cheek he sat down on the edge of the bed, finding your hand which was resting on top of the covers. He watched your relaxed expression as he gave your fingers a little squeeze. “Hey…” He whispered, hoping that somehow you’d be able to hear him.

He wanted you to know that he was here, that it was safe enough for you to wake up. Bringing his free hand over to your face he combed a strand of hair behind your ear. The monitor beeped softly, and it was the only sound inside of the room except for his soft breaths. “I’m so sorry…” He blurted out, fighting hard against the next wave of tears that threatened to come over him. He didn’t want to be crying as you woke up. As if on cue he saw the way you frowned, your eyebrows drawing towards each other in the middle of your forehead. He held his breath, relief washing over him as he watched the way your eyes fluttered open, your sight a little unfocused before your gaze landed on him. “Tae…” You mumbled, your voice a little bit hoarse as you fought to sat up against the thick comforter. You didn’t even get the chance to say anything as Taehyung wrapped his arms around you as soon as you got into his reach. A little shocked you felt the way he crashed you against himself, and you were glad you weren’t in this hospital because of broken bones.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He sighed in content, so happy to hold you again. He pressed his nose inside of your hair, taking in your familiar smell. Finally his frantic heart was able to slow down now that he knew that you were alright. You slowly wrapped your own arms around him, patting his back comfortingly, sensing that he needed it. You could feel the tension inside of his body, indicating how freaked out he was. “I’m alright now… What happened, did the police catch him?” You asked, immediately wanting the information you thought you deserved. You remembered exactly what had happened, and you still couldn’t shake off the fear you had felt only a while ago. Whatever had happened after you had blanked out was a mystery to you, and you were already pleased to find out that he was still in one piece and that person hadn’t tried to do anything to him as well. The remorseful look inside of Taehyung’s eyes as you pulled away to look at him told you all you needed to know and you tried not to show your disappointment too much as you smiled at him.

He looked so shaken, you didn’t want to make him feel even worse. “I’m so sorry, but he ran off. I didn’t get to see him that well. It all happened so fast. And then there was you…I was so worried.” He explained once more, going back to hugging you close. Laying your chin on top of his shoulders you noticed the way Hoseok and Jimin were standing on the other side of the room, watching the two of you silently and sending you a smile. You wondered where the others were. Of course Taehyung had called them as soon as he’d had the chance, and you were happy that they were here. “But the police is after him! He’ll never bother us again, I promise.” Taehyung continued, obviously trying to make you feel at ease. Sighing deeply you got the feeling that you would have to get used to the feeling of him clinging onto you for a while, it didn’t seem as if he was about to let go any time soon. But at least, you still had some part of the beautiful ending you had been hoping for. It might not have been on a couch while watching a movie, but at least you were in his arms, and you were safe.

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A Crack in Everything (Chapter 5/8) - Jonerys

Summary: Six years after their high school romance ended in emotional ruin, Daenerys Targaryen runs into Jon Snow by chance on Valentine's Day, forcing old memories to resurface. This sudden reunion could be cathartic, but it could also deepen the cracks already in their hearts. The question Daenerys grapples with is, will this all be worth it in the end?

Rating: Explicit

First 5 chapters up on Ao3 -- more tags/warnings/notes there

After we had sex for the first time, it felt like everyone at school could tell. Or maybe it was just in my head. Maybe I just wanted everyone to be able to notice that mine and Jon's relationship wasn't just some super close friendship. I found myself wanting to hold his hand more in public and put my arm around his waist while we walked, to kiss him in the hallway and let everyone know that he was mine and I was his. Jon never seemed to mind either and I realized he had only held back before for my comfort.

The weather was getting hot as graduation approached – just a month away now. One day, while I was sorting through my mess of a locker looking for a hair tie to keep my waist-long hair off my sweaty neck, I was approached by a face I recognized, though we'd never officially met.

“Do you know who I am?” the red-headed underclassman asked me in a low, quiet voice like she was Deep Throat in the shadows of an underground parking garage and not the Social Sciences building at school, her Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses shielding her eyes despite us being indoors. Jon had mentioned his cousin, Sansa, had a flare for dramatics.

I closed my locker door and raised an eyebrow at her. “You're Robb Stark's sister.”

“Yes,” she huffed unhappily. She probably got that a lot, being the first Stark sibling to attend Westeros Prep since her older brother passed through the halls like high school royalty. Everyone loved Robb Stark. Even I did in the small way that one loves someone else just for being attractive and tall and not a total asshole. At the very least, he never call me the Targaryen bitch. Looking at his little sister, I doubted there was much we had in common, but I couldn't help but share her animosity for constantly being defined by a relative's existence. Robb Stark's Sister & the Targaryen Bitch. We should have started a girl band.

“But Jon Snow is also my cousin,” she continued. “You knew that, right?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, folding my arms in front of me, reserving all of my niceness until after her point was made.

“So, are you and him really. . . I mean, it's not just a joke. . ?”

“That we're together?”

“So you are together? Like, actually together?”

“Yeah, for about four months now. He never told you?”

Her lips pursed as she shook her head. “Jon doesn't really tell us things. I mean, he talks to us, sure, but he doesn't tell us things.” She took a beat to glance around us, like she was about to spill government secrets. “Look, don't be mad at him. It's good that he hasn't said anything. You probably know this, but a lot of families in this city aren't big fans of yours. To be honest, I think it's pretty silly. You seem alright to me. I actually think you're really pretty.”

My expression softened into a small smile. “Thanks. I think your --”

“I just wanted to tell you that I don't care that my cousin is dating a Targaryen. I'm not going tell my mom and dad. No one ever trusts me, but you can trust me.”

I got the feeling like I was supposed to be glad for this, but I wasn't. “Would it really be that big of a deal if they knew? I mean, I never even met my father. I'm not --”

“Yeah, but. . .” she interrupted, “you're still a Targaryen. It'll just make everyone's lives easier if they never find out. Trust me.”

“Okay,” I answered quietly, and after a quick complement about my hair, Sansa Stark was shuffling off in heels she wasn't steady on.

It was another conversation I should have paid more mind too. For a fourteen year old, Sansa had known what she was talking about. It would have been easier if Ned Stark had never found out about me and Jon. We could have pulled that off, right? We could have eloped and I would change my name to Snow. I would dye my hair and force Jon to call me Dany in front of his uncle when we'd come over for Thanksgiving dinners. Swear Sansa, and even Robb, to secrecy. A terrible plan, but I think we could have done it.

We were mere weeks from graduating. I had already gotten back all of my college acceptance and rejection letters – and one wait-list offer from Yale – and submitted my admission decision to Caltech, my second choice after Harvard sent me the old “We regret to inform you that. . .” e-mail. This was supposed to be a happy time, getting to leave Westeros Prep and start a better chapter of my life, but that all changed when I lost my job at Banana Republic. The first domino to fall.

“I won't be able to pay next month's rent. I won't be able to get a new job before I'll have to pay it, and what job would even hire someone who's going to have to quit in less than three months when the semester starts?” I was distraught, face in my hands while Jon ran his palm up and down my spine. I blamed loosing my job, but the truth was that it was my fault. If I hadn't been so upset, if I had just put on a confident face and tried to figure it all out on my own, then maybe Jon never would have felt the need to suggest what he did.

“You should come live with me,” he said. “The house is so fucking huge you barely see anyone even when the it's full of people. My bedroom is on the opposite side of the house from everyone else's, it's got it's own bathroom, and it's larger than your entire apartment. Just come live with me until we get our own place.”

Even though it was a ridiculous idea, I smiled anyway, because Jon wanted me to move in with him and how could that not make me smile. “I don't think your aunt and uncle would let that happen. Thank you, though.”

We were at my place, sitting on my bed. Jon had come over as soon as I texted him what had happened at the end of my Friday evening shift.

“Then I'll get a job and help you. I was going to have to get one after graduation anyway.”

“Even if I was comfortable letting you pay my rent for me, you wouldn't be able to find a job and get your first paycheck before my rent's due.”

“I could steal fixtures from my uncle's house and sell them.”

“Wow, chivalry really isn't dead,” I laughed.

He put his arms around me and pulled me close. “Just let me talk to him. I know he and your father had some sort of feud a long ass time ago, but Ned is actually a decent guy. Probably the most decent rich man you could meet. I think he'll want to help out once he knows how much you mean to me.”

“He'll probably think I'm using you just like everyone else.”

“You are using me, aren't you?” He ran his fingers up my side to make me giggle. “You know, for my sexy body.”

“You caught me.”

“And if you're going to move in with me, you're going to be seeing a lot of it.”

I grinned and twisted to put my arms around his neck, throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him. While we kissed, Jon laid down on his back.

“Thank you,” I whispered close to his mouth.

Running his fingers through my hair, he said “Don't thank me until I successfully convince my uncle to let a Targaryen move in.”

“I'm saying thank you for liking me even though I'm a Targaryen.”

His eyes squinted for a moment. “Targaryen is just a name. Like Stark or Snow. They're just syllables. A syllable can't dictate what kind of a person you are.”

I sat up, pouting slightly and gazing down at him with my best puppy dog eyes. “You didn't like me before you found out I was poor.”

Eyes casting away, he tapped his fingers against my hip, wearing a contemplative expression. After a bit, he looked back up at me and said “This is going to sound really pathetic, but I wasn't messing with you then because I didn't like you, I was messing with you because I did like you and I thought you would never like me.”

I blinked at him, not quite understanding.

“When I came into Chemistry on my first day, and Baratheon told me where my seat was, I remember walking over and seeing you with your wavy white hair and big blue eyes – and you were somehow already taking notes even though class hadn't even started yet – and I thought to myself, this must be the most beautiful girl on the planet. How the hell am I going to get her to notice me?”

“You're lying.”

He shook his head. “I thought all rich girls liked jerks, honestly. When I found out you weren't rich, I thought maybe I'd been going about it the wrong way.”

“Why did you wait so long to ask me out then?”

“Like I said. . . Most beautiful girl on the planet. It's a bit intimidating. You could have asked me out too, you know. Feminism and all that.”

I leaned down and kissed him, soft and slow, then whispered “Will you go out with me, Jon Snow?”

“Yes,” he answered with a sly smile, hands traveling from my hips to my butt. “Can we have sex first, though?”

Cheeks tinting red, I scrunched my nose and giggled silently while nodding my head. He flipped me onto my back. We were in love. Yes, we were young, but that didn't change anything. It wasn't platonic love, or fatuous love. It was real. We wanted the best for each other, to help each other and provide for each other. We were best friends but also wanted to fuck each other as often as possible. We respected each other and compromised. We never really fought because our personalities were so similar, and in the ways that we differed, we found love in those parts too. I really did think that we would be together forever, but forever would only last another few days.

* * * * *

When I got off my shift at Martell's the following Saturday, Jon was waiting for me out front and my eyes lit up like they hadn't since I was seventeen.

He was smiling too as he dropped his cigarette to the concrete. “Hungry?”

“Always,” I answered.

Because of our work schedules, it was difficult to spend much time together during the week so this was our first opportunity to spend real time together since he stayed the night at my house five days ago. I hadn't been able to hug him or kiss him since and I suddenly found myself too nervous to do so outside of Martell's, out in the open, like I was afraid one of the Starks would jump out from behind a bush and swat my nose with a rolled up magazine. But in Jon's Jeep, he put his hand on my thigh while he drove, and I put my hand over his.

We went to the beach and got tacos again. Jon bought some for himself too and we ate them together before walking down to the sand. The sunset was striking, pink fading into a deep purple. I toed out of my Sketchers and socks, rolled up my pants up to my knees and put my feet in the water, letting the tide wash up to my ankles before it rushed back out to the sea, sand and sediment rising over my toes. As I breathed in the salty air, I felt something small hit my back before plopping into the wet sand. I twisted around to see Jon standing above the tide line, hands behind his back and looking away, suspiciously innocent. A few seconds after turning back toward the water, I felt another soft pang of a small object hitting my back. Twisting around quicker this time, I caught Jon bringing his hands behind his back once again, lips pressed together to conceal his amusement.

“Are you throwing things at me?!” I called out to him.

He sent me an exaggerated look of confusion, bringing one hand to his chest. “I'm sorry, do I know you?!”

Shaking my head, I bent down and gathered up the wet sand in my hands before the tide could sweep back up the beach.

“What are you doing?” I heard him ask.

I stood, sculpting the sand into a smooth ball. Jon began backing away when I skipped up to him, but before he could get too far from me, I pelted the clump of sand, aiming for his chest, only to have it vaporize in mid air and fall like confetti down to the beach. While Jon laughed into his palm I glared at him with my lips pursed.

Once composed, Jon walked up to me with his arms outstretched, but I kept mine crossed defiantly over my chest. He embraced me against him and it became harder to conceal a smile. When his mouth pecked quick kisses to my forehead and cheek, though, I relented and turned my head to press my lips to his. As the kiss deepened I trailed my hand down between us, past his belt. Jon made a noise as I slid my hand right into the front pocket of his jeans and he leaned away from me with another innocent smile as I pulled out a handful of seashells.

“I've never seen those in my life,” he tried.

Shaking my head again, I dropped the shells into the sand before taking his shirt and pulling him against me, my wet toes digging into the sand as I kissed him some more before remembering we were still in public. I pulled back with a blush, turning away to find where I'd dropped my shoes.

“You're still a goofball, Jon Snow,” I told him and he seemed to take it as a complement.

We held hands on our way back to Jon's car and then he took me back to his apartment, which was just a couple blocks from the pier, an upstairs unit of a four-plex on a main road. The massive complexes on the other side of the road prevented an ocean view, but I could still smell the salt in the air. I was impressed before we even got upstairs.

Jon's was a funny apartment. It had quirks that showed how old the building must be. There was a nonoperational fireplace that now just looked like a curved wall with a square cut into it, and Jon used it to stack DVDs. The main room was divided into two sections by built in shelving and cabinetry stuffed with a massive collection of paperbacks. The front section, with a large window facing the road, was the living room, cluttered but not messy, with a deep faux-leather couch and some IKEA furniture in front of a TV mounted on the wall. He even had a PlayStation3. In the second section, which looked a lot like it was intended to be a dining room back when the floor plan was designed – I would guess the thirties – was where Jon's bed was, no larger than my full sized bed, but he actually had a headboard, wooden and sturdy.

“It's technically a one-bedroom,” Jon explained, “but the bedroom is super tiny so I just keep all my gym stuff in there.”

I made a right, walking through the small hallway. There was an archway on one side leading into a small room with a yellow kitchen – he didn't have a dishwasher either – and on the other side was the door to the bathroom. A few steps further down the hall was the “bedroom” Jon had referenced. It really was tiny. Just big enough to keep a rack of weights and a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.

“I like it,” I told him.

Back in the living room, we laid together on the couch, my cheek on his chest, his hand rubbing lazy circles against my back. I'd been telling him about work and how annoying my manager was. When I noticed some spiral bound notebooks lying across the coffee table, I stretched my arm out and took the first one my fingers met.

“What are these?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

Flipping through the notebook, my eyes scanned what looked like verses scribbled in Jon's messy handwriting. I lifted my eyes to him, grinning. “Jon, have you been writing poetry?”

His cheeks flushed, head shaking. “They aren't poems. Songs really, but I can't sing and I can't play any instruments. I've been trying to teach myself the guitar, but it isn't working out very well.”

Choosing a page at random, I recited the first stanza on the page:

“You make me feel like I am falling into pieces.

Take away all my feelings,

And I'm yours.”

I turned back to him. “Who is this about?”

With a shrug, he answered “Life, I guess.”

After shutting the notebook, I lifted myself up and placed it back where I found it. “You're talented.”

His head shook again.

“You are,” I insisted. Then, hesitantly, as I picked at a stray thread coming off the bottom hem of my shirt, I said “Jon, can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

“Have you loved anyone since me? It's okay if you have. I just want to know.”

His tired eyes seemed to focus more and he leaned up on his elbows.

“Wait,” I said quickly. “Never mind. I don't want to know.”

Ignoring me, Jon answered “I've only ever loved you.”

When all I did was chew on my bottom lip and stare down at my lap, Jon sat up and leaned in close to me. “You don't believe me,” he said.

“I believe you.”

“Then what's wrong? You want to know if I've been with anyone else?”

I looked at him. “Don't tell me. I already know you have. It's been six years after all. I'd be stupid to think you hadn't.”

Jon raised his hand to my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip. Hushed, but adamant, he said “I love you.”

To hear Jon say the words in that way, like it was a complete sentence, had me gravitating toward him until our parted lips connected, my tongue sweeping inside his mouth.

When I pulled back, we were both breathless, lips glistening. “I love you, too.”

There was still a small piece of me that wondered if this was wrong. It was the same piece that used to tell me no one would ever want me, and that I would never amount to anything, despite my best efforts. It was the piece of me that even my anti-depressants couldn't quite quash. Jon had the same piece inside of him and maybe we got it from the same place. But I never stopped believing that Jon and I were meant to be with each other, and I wasn't about to start fighting that now.

Our clothes were off before we made it to Jon's bed, wasting no time because the want was too strong. He was on top of me moments after my head hit the pillow, my legs eagerly parting for him. I had my hand around his cock, giving deliberate strokes until he was fully erect. Every time he moaned into my mouth I smiled. I positioned his erection and felt the head dip into my wetness.

Pulling away from my mouth, Jon mumbled something about a condom, then rolled off of me. I pouted a bit at the loss of warmth, then turned my eyes to watch him riffle through the drawer of his bedside table. Jon's back was to me and I gazed lustfully at the toned muscles as they subtly flexed. As Jon finally located a condom deep in the drawer, my eyes moved up to his shoulders and suddenly, my pulse began to race.

“Jon,” I said, my surprise sounding like urgency as I quickly sat up on my knees.

He twisted to look back at me, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“You're shoulder.” I walked on my knees until I was right behind him.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, turning forward so that he could no longer see my shocked expression. His body seemed to relax like he had just received bad news. “I'm sorry,” he then said. “I got it so long ago, and it being on my back, I sometimes forget it's even there. I meant to tell you before you saw it.”

“How long ago?” I asked, my voice hushed, mind still reeling.

“Five years maybe.”

My fingers raised to the back of his right shoulder, grazing the flesh where it was inked with black, red and a sparkle of silver, where tall, curling cursive letters spelled out 'Targaryen.'

“Is it weird?”

“Yes,” I breathed before I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the 'g.' “But, I like it.”

His head turned to the side, peering at me over his shoulder. “I did always love your name.”

Wrapping my arms around his middle, I pressed more kisses to his skin, all the way up his neck. I plucked the condom from his hand and scooted backward, back to the center of the bed so that Jon could climb back over me. I scraped my bottom lip with my teeth. Eyes flickering toward the condom between my fingers as I said “You don't have to. I have an IUD. Birth control.”

Only a moment passed before he was taking the condom back from me and I thought he had decided to use it anyway, but instead, he tossed it back into his open nightstand drawer. Another second and his mouth was on mine. My knees raised and again I felt his erection nudging my slick pussy, and almost as soon as his hand was between my legs, I felt his cock enter me.

A week ago, we had made love with me rising and falling on his lap with a careful sensuality until we both came through soft whimpers and quiet moans. Tonight, though, Jon made love to me by fucking me into his bed and sucking on my neck while I had one hand clawing short nails into his back and the other planted firmly against the headboard behind my head. The next time that surreptitious piece of my brain would try to tell me I shouldn't be with Jon, I'd remember this night. I'd remember his hot mouth on my neck, his strong hands on my ass, and his bare cock thrusting deep inside me over and over in just the right spot while I beg him to cum inside me.

Afterward, lying spent on top of his sheets, he explained to me the rest of his tattoos: a wolf on his bicep, like the statue outside of the Stark estate – his mother's date of birth and death printed within the fur – then a small design dedicated to the Army and one dedicated to the friends he'd lost. He told me about them as well.

“Eleven,” he said. “That's how many men died. But, for some reason, I lived. For a long time I thought I shouldn't have. I thought that twelve men should have died, not eleven.”

With my hand rested on his chest, atop the scar and above his heart, I said “Zero men should have died.”

“I know that now.”

“I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if you had died. If, instead of running into you at Whole Foods, I ran into Sam or one of your cousins and they told me you had died. . . I would. . . It would have torn me apart.”

He leaned up on an elbow and kissed me. “Then I'm glad I didn't die.”

“Good, because I need you. You're part of me.”

Shaking his head slowly, he ran his hand up the curve of my hip to rest on my waist. “I'm not going anywhere.”

At only twenty-three, I had felt like an old woman, like the rest of my life would be spent cursing past mistakes and mourning lost potential. But then I found Jon again, and suddenly, I realized how young twenty-three was. I had my whole life ahead of me. I could still get a college degree. I could still have a career and a small house on a big piece of land. Goats and dogs and lizards. I could still get married and maybe even still have two kids by the time I turn thirty. I could still want things. I could still get the things that I deserve. I could still be happy.

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Alex roughly eating louis that I'm all I'm sayin . Just a thought . I dunno . I haven't seen Dunkirk yet I'm gonna of spoilers

@celebratinglouis u send me the nastiest shit but also thank u.

this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers!

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The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.

He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.

He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.

He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.

He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.

Alex forced himself to take a few more steps, until he’s right there in front of him and he has to tilt his head down a bit to get a good look at him.

“Hi,” Louis said, and his voice was the same, raspy and Northern and soft, and Alex wanted to wrap him up in his arms and kiss him, dip him, spin him around like some of the other boys and their birds get to do.

But instead he just swallowed back the stiffness in his throat as Louis looked back at him carefully.

“Come on,” he said, “I’ll get you home,”

***

The flat was the same, which is to say small and dirty, partly because both of them hate cleaning but mostly because it’s a place that was built dirty and will be destroyed dirty. Louis changed the sheets on their bed, and the bathroom at least looked decent. He offered to run Alex a bath but he refused, and instead used up the warm water they could spare filling the tub. Then he stripped down, leaving his dirt and oil soaked uniform on the tile floor. There was still oil and sand in his hair, around his nails, enough he wonders if it’ll ever wash out. He wonders how Louis could bear to kiss him once the door was closed.

When he pulled himself out of the bath, he saw that Louis had set out some clothes on the bed already, a pair set of drawers and an undershirt with the paper ribbon still on it, a starched overshirt folded neatly over top of it. Alex pushes the overshirt aside and just goes for the under things. He won’t be going out for a while.

He went back out to the kitchen, then, fully prepared to sit down at the table or to first fruitlessly offer to help Louis with something. But as soon as he was in the kitchen he stopped in the doorway, almost didn’t want to breath, just wanted to stay there and remember this, exactly, forever.

Louis was standing at the stove, the gas of the machine thick and hot in the air. There was a small carton of eggs next to his elbow, behind that, a paper bag of bread. His hair is the same, soft and getting too long, his lips poked out as he cuts a razor thin slice of butter into the pan.

He was wearing his slip. The silk ladies’ night slip that someone at the corner store probably still thought Alex bought for some bird. It looked beautiful on him, it always has, even if the silk is wore and the lace over his chest looked stiff and wrinkled and a little yellow. The slip fell to Louis’s knees, the thin straps clinging to the knobby bones of his shoulders, the rest of the fabric skimming over his waist, his hips.

He was thin. He’s always been little, but he’s thin, now, some of his softness chipped away by long nights and civilian rations. His knuckles stuck out a bit, his fingers look delicate while he cracked the eggs in the pan, lifted a fork to break them up.

“How long’s it been since you’ve had real eggs?” he asked. It took Alex a minute to answer. He can see every bone rotating in Louis’s wrist.

“A fair while,”

“You’ll get sick of them soon. Probably get sick of bread sooner,”

“I’m already tired of it,”

“Then we’re off to a good start,” Louis murmured. He pushed the eggs around, the bottoms sticking to congeal the pan and sticking.

Alex breathed in deeply and went over to him, then, putting his hands on him the second he could. He pulled the cool, slippery fabric of the slip up, got his hands on the swell of Louis’s behind.

“Missed you, babydoll,” he murmured into his neck, and Louis huffed, pushing an elbow back.

“Not now,” he sighed, “You’ll make me burn it,”

“You’ll burn it anyways,”

Louis huffed and jabbed his elbow back again, making Alex have to jump out of the way.

“Go sit down,” Louis said, “You want tea?”

“Sure,”

“I’ll put the water on after this, then,” Louis murmurs. He lifts his hand, wiping at his forehead. There’s sweat building there from the pure heat of the stove. The thin strap of his slip falls a bit and Louis grabs it, slips it back over his shoulder.

Alex used to think Louis had the kind of face that men won wars for. He probably told him as much at the station before he left.

Now he realizes how much it takes to win wars. He’ll have to come up with a new metaphor.

When Louis served him a plate, the eggs were dry and black in places and the bread’s not much better, but the tea was good and nearly milk-less, which is how Alex’s always liked it. Louis sat across the table from him, nursing a cup of tea of his own, and Alex kept glancing up at him as he ate.

“Come closer,” he muttered at one point around the egg and bread in his mouth, and Louis just shook his head.

“You eat,” Louis said easily, “You got skinny on me while you were gone,”

Alex’s throat immediately felt thick, since Louis looked worse off than he did, but he didn’t say anything, just cast his eyes back down and pulled more food into his mouth until the plate was clear. He drank down more tea, letting the food wash down, and then he brought his head right back up.

“Now come here,” he said, and this time Louis just nodded and stood, his slip shifting and falling easily back over his body as he went over and then cast himself easily on Alex’s lap, his legs sprawled on either side of the chair, his feet pressed to the floor.

“Hope this is what you wanted,” he said, and Alex could only nod, couldn’t even bring his hands up to grip him, not when his nails still had oil in them and Louis looked so clean.

Louis’s eyes were closed and he pushed forward, pressing a soft kiss to the swell of Alex’s Adam’s apple, then moved lowering, his lips brhsing the hollow of his throat.

Alex’s hands tightened on his waist as Louis kissed him. He wanted to wash away in the feeling, but he couldn’t, not when he had barely gotten a good look at Louis’s eyes earlier.

The boy he’d met on the mole, the one he had never bothered to ask a name for, had told him after the fact that the man with the blankets was blind, that it would make no difference with whether he looked up at him or not. But people at the first station had cast their eyes down, voices had flown like razors.

Them boys don’t deserve the Royal uniforms when all they did was wait for a pick up.

Alex swallowed roughly, blinking back the burning behind his eyes, and he squeezed Louis’s waist once, enough to get his attention.

“Can you look at me?” he asked, and Louis easily lifted his head. His eyes found Alex’s immediately, and they were soft and bright, a mirror of the smile on his lips.

“What do I look like to you?” Alex asked softly, and Louis snorted and draped his arms over Alex’s shoulders.

“What, you want a compliment?” he said, still smiling, “Just need someone to tell you you’re the prettiest thing since the Crown Jewels?”

Alex tried to swallow again, but he felt his face shift and harden, making Louis frown.

“Alex,” he said softly, “What is it?”

“I did some bad things,” he managed, and Louis shook his head.

“No, you didn’t,”

“I ran away,”

“You got evacuated,”

“I could’ve stayed,”

“Yeah, and then you would’ve been brave and dead in the fucking French sand and where would that leave me, huh?” Louis asked, and pushed forward, pressing their noses together, “Did you think that through?”

Alex licked his lips, “I’m sorry,”

Louis sighed and drew back, “Listen. I don’t know what it’s like out there. I got a heart that skips too many beats that keeps me here. But I know you weren’t gonna just run away for no good reason,”

Alex swallowed hard, shook his head, “I tried to kick someone off a ship. He was French. Didn’t even do anything wrong, I just didn’t want to die,”

“That’s a reasonable thing to want,”

“That’s fucking selfish,”

“Yeah. You’re selfish, I’m selfish. I would’ve forgiven the whole army dying if you wound up safe on my doorstep,” Louis said. His voice was hard, and Alex knew he wasn’t going to win this argument, if that’s what it even was. He never won any of their arguments. Louis had soft eyes and a hard head and those were tough to compete with.

Alex shook his head again and then tilted his chin down, looking at his own lap.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and Louis sighed and caught his fingers under Alex’s chin, making his gaze lift right back up.

“You’re home now,” he said softly, and Alex nodded.

“I know. I want to be home. I don’t want to think about that right now,”

Louis just looked at him carefully and nodded, shifting in Alex’s lap. As he moved, the strap of his slip fell down again, drooping to reveal more of his chest, a peaked, dusty nipple popping out. He lifted his shoulder, pressing it nearly to his ear as he gripped the wrinkled silk, tried to pull it back up to cover himself. Alex caught his wrist, made Louis loosen his fingers.

“Don’t you go acting coy on me,” he said, making his voice as light as he could manage. Louis blinked, then shook his head, smiling at the change in his tone.

“How were the birds in France?” he asked, “They pretty?”

“Not as pretty as you,”

“Not what I asked,”

Alex swallowed, and then shrugged, “Sure they were. Didn’t get much more of them,”

Louis lifted his brows, tilted his head.

“Yeah? What about those eight-pagers you boys pass around?” Louis asked, “Find something you like there?”

Alex swallowed, “No,”

He’d seen them. Of course he had. They were more valued than water and yet shared far more easily. He’d wanked to a picture in one of them once, a girl with dark hair and some blue shorts and not much else. He’d just covered the top part, kept the image of flared hips and a round bum and just pictured a firm chest and a stubble-sprinkled chin over top.

He liked girls just fine. But girls weren’t Louis. Neither were other boys, for that matter. For Alex, there was just him. Just Louis.

Louis smirked, shook his head.

“You just waitin’ around for me then, huh?” Louis said, and Alex nodded, which only made Louis laugh.

“I’d forgive you if you did, you know,” Louis said, “Find a dame you like, have some fun. I’d let it go,”

“No, you wouldn’t,”

“Sure I would,” Louis smirked, in a way that meant he certainly would not, except when he was following through with what game he was playing, “Because I’m still your favorite girl, right?”

Alex blinked up at Louis, at his sharp face and his parted, dry lips and his eyes, so big on his slimmer face.

“Huh?” Louis prompted again, and then lifted his hands and pushed on his chest, the push of it creating a small line between his pectorals, peeking over the edge of his neckline, “Don’t have a great rack like the other girls do but you don’t care, do you, love? You always liked what’s on the bottom, anyways,”

Alex licked his lips again, his throat suddenly feeling dry.

“You’d be right about that,”

“I know,” Louis smiled, then leaned forward, pushing his mouth firmly on Alex’s lax lips, “Come on then, handsome, you were all about that earlier, what’s the point of you having hands if you don’t put them to use?”

Alex lifted his hands, then, hesitating for a second. Louis gave him a sharp and expectant look, though, and then he pushed his hands forward and then back around. He gripped Louis’s bum in both hands, a thick swell under the slippery silk. Louis rolled his hips forward and Alex groaned shifting his own lap to meet him. His cock felt thick and hard in his drawers but he couldn’t get any friction on Louis, not when he was squirming around his lap.

“You got Vaseline?” he asked.

“Of course,” Louis scoffed, “You wanna be the one to go get it?”

Alex groaned, then shook his head.

“I got a better idea. Get up,”

Louis blinked at him but shifted himself, getting his feet flat on the floor and then lifting himself up until he was standing. Alex got up to, set his hands on Louis’s waist and then kicked at the chair behind him, giving them more room in front of the table. Louis’s gaze lifted, his eyes widening for just a moment before he looked back down and then turned, so his back was pressing to Alex’s front. Alex leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly to the side of Louis’s neck.

“Lean over,” he murmured, and Louis pushed himself closer to Alex’s touch but then leaned forward, setting his hands on the edge of the table. Alex pushed against the small of his back, his fingers barely getting traction against the slip.

“Yeah, come on, baby doll, show off for me,” he said, “You know you want to, wriggling around in your bed things like some call girl,”

Louis exhaled loudly and then pushed himself out, flattening his belly against the table and pushing his legs and hips out more. Alex got a hold of his hips and then roughly shoved up the back of the slip over the pale swell of Louis’s arse. His hands went right to his cheeks, then, and gave them a squeeze and then spread him out to see a tight hole and his pinkening cock and his swollen balls.

Alex lowered himself onto his knees, the tile of the kitchen biting his legs, and he nipped at the inside of Louis’s thigh. Louis yelped, high and strained, and Alex lapped over the pink mark on his leg before kissing it. He dragged his lips up the inside of his thigh, bit again at the soft swell of the underside of one cheek, which made Louis whimper a bit too loudly.

“We have neighbors,” Alex said a bit too firmly.

“I know,” Louis sighed, “Maybe they should put up with it. Nancy from upstairs got her husband back a month ago and I’ve had to listen to them try to make a baby every night since then,”

Alex laughed, pressing another kiss to Louis’s arse cheek.

“Could give you a baby if you wanted that,”

“Even if you could, I’d rather you give me whatever you’re planning back there,”

So Alex lifted his chin and pressed his mouth right to Louis’s hole, giving it a soft kiss that made the other man inhale sharply. Then he pushed in hard with the point of his tongue, keeping his lips hard and tight over the ring of muscle while he licked.

Louis twitched, his hips moving and pushing, and Alex flattened his tongue, lapping roughly a few times over his rim, keeping his hands tight on Louis’s thighs while he did. He lowered his lips, kissing the soft skin of his taint, and then lapped over the whole area, from the base of his rim to the very tops of his balls.

“Alex,” Louis exhaled, soft and sharp, “Alex, baby,”

He didn’t speak, mostly because he didn’t want to pull away. He kind of wanted to spin Louis around by his hips, get his cock in his mouth just to feel the weight of it, the way it perfectly filled his mouth without making his jaw too sore, so he could hold him in a place he could easily look up and see Louis’s face.

But when he brought his lips back to his rim, Louis gasped again, and it was enough to keep his mouth right there.

He kept his tongue pointed at firm, and he prodded at him, licking around his rim and the inside of his cheeks, then pushed straight into his hole like he was trying to open him up even without his finges. He’d flatten his tongue back out occasionally to lick broader strips over him, a few times he could put his tongue back entirely, kiss his hole and his taint and his balls. He lifted a hand, dragging it on the inside of Louis’s thigh, even reaching out to stroke at Loius’s length with his knuckles. He was hard, and leaking, and Alex’s own cock was thick and tight against his drawers, but he’d live if he could keep listening to the sweet, sweet sounds Louis kept making.

And then, suddenly, he had to pull away because Louis was crying.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked as he got back to his feet. Louis was collapsed fully on the table, his legs shaking and his head buried into his arms, and his shoulders were quaking. Alex touched his shoulder and tried to get him to turn over, and then went easily, his face pink and wet when he was finally on his back.

Alex opened his mouth to speak, to apologize or to at least ask if he was alright, but Louis beat him to the chase.

“I love you,” Louis gasped, “I love you, you understand me?”

Again, Alex tried to speak and he cut right in.

“Don’t you dare think it would’ve been better if you hadn’t come back,” Louis said, “I don’t care if they had to haul you out, you’re here now,”

Softer, he spoke again, “You’re here now,”

Alex nodded and leaned forward, hovering right over Louis.

“How am I supposed to leave you?” Alex murmured, “Pretty face like yours is what someone can dream of coming home to,”

Louis looked up at him easily, his face still so open, so forgiving, and when Alex spoke again, his voice was in danger of cracking and he didn’t even bother trying to swallow it down.

“I love you,” he said, “You’re the only person I’m ever going to love, baby doll,”

Louis gave him one more long, long look, and then grabbed his shirtfront and tugged him forward, narrowing his eyes as he did.

“You listen to me,” Louis said, “You go into the bedroom and find the Vaseline, and then you’re going to fuck me. Alright?”

Alex nodded, and Louis pushed his chest, enough to make him stumble back and trip over his feet as he went to the bedroom, found the tin of jelly in the top shelf of their shared dresser before he rushed right back to the kitchen, took his place in front of Louis’s easily sprawled body.

He slicked him down and held down his wrists, thrust his hips forward into him until the table quaked and the top of Louis’s slip slid all the way down, nearly to his waist. Louis cried out, loud and high, enough that if anyone heard they’d probably think he was a bird. He didn’t take him long for him to tremble and for his cock to spill all over the edge of his slip, a couple droplets slipping off his sharp hips and onto the table. It’d be a bitch to clean up, especially the cold water and scrubbing Louis would have to put into getting the slip back into shape. But Alex couldn’t even care, because he was pushing forward, spilling into Louis, making the other man groan weakly and buck back. His face was slick and pink, his hair limp.

When he opened his eyes, they were dark and far off and shifting, like the waves of a sea Alex actually wanted to remember.

Louis reached out a hand, and Alex let Louis grab the back of his neck, draw him forward, kiss his lips softly and then drag a thumb over his cheek. Alex’s throat felt tight, and when Louis pulled back, he whispered carefully, his fingertips still lingering soft on his skin.

“Welcome home, Private,” he said, “I’ll make sure you want to stay,”

#drabbles #tumblr drabbles #larry fanfiction #larry fanfic #alex x louis #I mean it's not but it is lol #this is sloppy lol I'm sorry #but also I might clean it up and add some scenes maybe??#put on ao3 as a lil baby one shot??#who knows lol #Anonymous #ask

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inkyleaf · 7 years

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TG 137: Gains (M2F + RC)

New semester, new me! Andrew thought to himself as he walked into a small gym tucked in an alley. Tired of being a generic stick figure, he figured it was time to boost his fitness while he was still nearing his prime. I’m gonna look good, feel good, maybe even be popular… Andrew flashed his membership card to the gym’s staff for the first time – the fact that he’d already bought it further motivated him to see his goal through. The man behind the counter nodded in approval.

As Andrew moved toward a workout room, the counter attendant called out to him. He was Korean, and the way he tried communicating made it clear that he didn’t speak much English. The man fumbled under the desk for a few seconds before pulling out a small plastic bottle, then handed it to Andrew.

“Thank you,” the man said with a bow. “Thanks,” Andrew replied instinctively, then unscrewed the cap. Smells like protein. This must be a membership’s benefits! he thought, happy that his first day had kicked off to a running start. Andrew took it slow, starting his exercise with a few stretches that led into dumbbell lifting. Due to his lack of stamina, he only lasted ten minutes before getting parched.

“Phew,” Andrew sighed in satisfaction. He reached for his water bottle, but then wondered if this was the appropriate time to drink the protein. Do I drink this after everything, or in between reps…? He didn’t give it much thought and decided to take a sip of his complimentary drink. “Hnngh…!” Andrew’s tongue seized up, not expecting the shake to taste so bitter. It felt like he was forcing wet sand down his throat as he slowly drank. Once he had enough, he soothed himself with some water, coughing the horrid taste out of his mouth as much as he could.

After a brief recovery, Andrew looked at himself in the mirror and clenched his fist, feeling energy start to build up in him. “I-I feel pretty great for some reason,” he mumbled, walking over to one of the machines to continue his arm workout. He did reps for 15 minutes before going for another drink of his protein and water, and continued the cycle for over an hour before finally wearing out. “What a workout,” Andrew panted to himself as he walked home. “Did way better than I thought, and I’m already looking a bit thicker,” he commented, looking at his biceps. They were sore, yet glowed with an aura of improvement. Before he fell asleep later that night, he thought about the free protein shake that he was provided and how it was probably the reason he was able to last so long. Man, hope that wasn’t a one-time deal.

Andrew hit the gym the next morning, impressing himself with how early he was on his feet. He threw a tank top on – something he almost never wore – and a pair of shorts, eager to begin working on his core. “Hey, do you guys give away more of that protein stuff?” Andrew asked the counter attendant – a different Korean employee. He handed Andrew another bottle with a silent smile and bow.

Andrew tried to push himself on his first set of reps, but tired out before five minutes passed. “Aagh, damn, so soon,” he huffed, reaching for his protein bottle. After churning some of it down his throat, his energy and stamina gained noticeable improvements like yesterday. This is more like it, he thought after doing two 10-minute reps on a machine to strengthen his legs and core. Afterward, he decided to try a relaxing jog on the treadmill after another sip of protein.

Man, this is so awesome, Andrew thought as he wiped sweat from his forehead. I’m lookin’ good, I’m feelin’ good, and I’m only gettin’ better. He found himself constantly increasing the treadmill’s speed until he was practically running. It wasn’t long before he was drenched in sweat. O-ow. Andrew flinched as he vigorously dried himself off after his run – his body hair was wiped with his sweat, leaving his face and limbs stinging with sensitive skin. His stomach gurgled as he felt a light erection start to pop. Maybe I just gotta get this outta me, he thought, panting his way to the restroom.

Andrew’s stomach rumbled again as he sat on a toilet and dropped his pants. “Oooh yeah, break time,” he groaned, holding his dick in one hand. He took one last sip of his protein before putting the bottle down, feeling a pulse in his penis as it slid down his throat. His ass and midriff noticeably tightened as he masturbated, but he assumed it was a natural feeling after all the work he had done. “Aaahh…” he breathed as he climaxed quickly, not wanting to stick around in a public restroom. As he cleaned himself up with toilet paper, he didn’t feel his testicles begin to shrivel.

Andrew radiated confidence for the rest of the day. Unbeknownst to him, his body had toned much faster than it should have for two days of working out. Girls smiled at him and even other guys seemed impressed with his physique. His body continued to improve even as he slept. By the time he woke up, his skinny body was completely padded with light, yet admirable muscles.

The moment Andrew opened his eyes the next morning, he was dressed and on his way to the gym before even thinking about using the restroom, wearing another tank top and even shorter shorts. More, more, more,was all he could think when he had realized how fit he’d become. “Can I get some more?” Andrew asked the Korean attendant after receiving his protein. The employee happily gave him another bottle.

Andrew began his workout with some push-ups and maintained proper form through unsettling cramps that began to plague his lower body. He tried stretching between reps to ease the pain, but didn’t worry too much about it when it proved futile. Feelin’ the burn, feelin’ the burn, he thought until his arms suddenly buckled in the middle of a push-up.

“Shit, I just started, too,” Andrew said through gritted teeth, laying on his chest. The flesh on his arms began to crawl. He watched in silence as his biceps inflated with more muscle, growing before his own eyes. His fingers twitched as their shapes slenderized. Although it was impossible to tell due to his muscles, his arms were rapidly feminizing.

Andrew sat up and chugged some protein. He didn’t understand what was happening, but his lust for exercise only grew. The uncomfortable tightening feeling between his legs convinced him that he needed to do more stretching. A warm sensation bubbled in his pelvis as he got in the position to attempt a split. The penis that had withered into a two-inch knob stiffened as his legs spread. Andrew was panting as his body slowly inched toward the ground. He pawed at his groin as his genitals were fully absorbed. By the time he had completed his split, the lack of male organs became obvious.

“Oh fuck… Aaawh yeah…” Andrew breathed, too hypnotized by his building pleasure to question losing his dick. His eyes darted back and forth, hoping to avoid being spotted as he teased his clit through his shorts. The flesh on his legs rippled as more muscle began to tone them, similar to his beefy arms. His thighs elongated and filled with feminine fat that bolstered his leg muscles, and his feet squirmed in his shoes, compacting to fit dainty ankles.

Andrew bolted to the restroom as soon as his legs finished reshaping, chugging more protein on the way. With loaded breaths, he almost completely tore his shorts and underwear as he threw them off, revealing his tight, dripping pussy. He slapped it a few times before probing, craving to see how much of a beating it could take. Two fingers slipped in with ease, and the strange initial discomfort Andrew felt as he went for more only made him hornier.

Within minutes, Andrew was almost able to fist herself. More cramps hit her stomach as new internal organs developed, and her core strengthened into a light six-pack as her waist slimmed. She could barely hear the wet schlicksand schlurps over her breathing. The final wave of muscle growth hit Andrew’s chest while she masturbated. Her pecs were puffed out, hard and firm, but gained softness as more flesh accumulated. Sweat rolled down her nipples as they stretched and grew.

The muscles surrounding Andrew’s chest were almost as big as the breasts that blossomed over several minutes. The tender things bounced all around, as Andrew didn’t slow down to think about them. Her body writhed as she approached her climax. Her bottom lip trembled as her jaw crunched and rounded with her shrinking chin.

“Aa-AH!” Andrew shrieked, feeling the bridge of her nose collapse into her face while her cheekbones simultaneously rose, straining her skin. “Ahh, ahh, ahh,” she breathed steadily. She kicked her legs all around the air during her orgasm, but her liveliness began to wane as her transformation neared completion. A light, golden tan filled her pale body during her final hand thrusts, splashing sweat and vaginal fluid all over the floor. Her nipples and pussy tingled, becoming noticeably darker as oriental blood began flowing through Andrew’s body. Her eyelids fluttered open after she wiped the sweat away from them, immediately feeling her small eyelashes bat around her eyes’ new almond shape.

“W-what happened,” Andrew groaned, laboriously standing up. The weight of her head threw her off balance – she hadn’t noticed that her short blonde hair had blackened and grown down way past her shoulders! She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror – she wasn’t just fit, she was an absolutely ripped Korean woman. Her face was attractive and delicate like any other, but large, sexy muscles billowed around her entire body.

“Oh my God,” Andrew breathed, noticing her accent. She touched a finger to her face and couldn’t help but laugh at her appearance. “That’s me?” She turned and moved her body, watching her reflection. “Yeah!” she said with a flex. Feeling her own immense strength was almost enough to intoxicate her again. She felt pure power with every step she took, too pleased with the sensation to even care about losing her gender.

After ten minutes of cleaning herself off and redressing, she stepped back into the gym. Everyone she walked by turned their heads to look, and there was no way she could blame them. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen you before.” “Are you new here?” “Damn girl, you think you can train me?” were among the comments she heard. Flustered by the pressure, Andrew returned home to contemplate her situation, finishing her protein drinks on the way.

Andrew’s cheerful confidence returned once she had solitude and a cool head. “How did this happen?” she constantly asked herself with a smile. She explored herself and flexed and posed in the mirror for hours, indulging in her insanely unique body. Once she had a mind to go back outside later that evening, she beamed at everyone who took a long look at her.

Andrew adapted quickly, not hesitating to fill her wardrobe with new clothing that night. She even tossed in a few pieces of makeup, eager to delve into womanhood. She fell asleep from unexpected exhaustion after trying on a couple of clothes. Her addiction to exercise subdued into a newfound passion. She continued to hit the gym early every day, and only took one bottle protein each time. She made new friends and gained many admirers alarmingly fast due to her radical appearance.

A week later, Andrew, now known as Yu Kyung, visited the gym during the evening one day. Despite loving her new life, frustration had been welling inside of her for several days. She wanted to get stronger instead of simply maintaining her ripped bod.

“Hey, we’re closing up,” one of the gym employees called – a muscular Korean male. He peered inside the room. Yu was the only one there, preparing to deadlift a barbell in an attempt to surpass her limits. “Hey, you gotta le-” the employee started, cutting himself off when he noticed Yu’s appearance. He cleared his throat, then continued: “We’re closed. You gotta leave.” He walked toward Yu to start putting the weights away.

“Not yet, c’mon!” Yu protested. “I didn’t get to be here very much today!” “I’m sorry,” the employee began, “Come back tomorrow.” Yu’s and the employee’s eyes darted back and forth from one another. They were both clearly attracted to each other, and Yu had barely considered herself to be warmed up. Starting to remember how she felt during the day of her transformation, she came up with an idea.

“Hey,” Yu cooed, sidling up to the man. “Let’s do it. Right here. Fuck me as hard as you can,” she purred, tracing her fingers around the man’s bare biceps. “W-what?!” he stammered through a face as red as a brick. Yu’s other hand slid down to the man’s dick. She could feel it rapidly erecting. “Don’t make me beg…” Yu breathed, going in for a slow, passionate kiss. The man began to reciprocate without another word.

The tight tank tops and shorts were ripped off. Not waiting for the man to take action, Yu shoved him to the ground, then fondled his dick before slowly sitting down on it, whimpering in pleasure and anxiety. Right when she thought she’d gotten used to being a woman, feeling a 7-inch cock throb inside of her sent chills of foreign pleasure up her spine. After ten long, hot minutes of bouncing and swiveling, the man finally took charge and swapped their positions, pinning Yu to the floor.

Yes…! Yu thought, wanting to have been in this position the whole time. You’d better fuck me hard, she thought, realizing that sex was the workout she had been yearning for, both mentally and physically. Her eyes rolled back as the man took full control, holding her waist as he brutally pumped back and forth. As he leaned forward, he began to choke her with one hand. Yu looked directly into his eyes with an expression of horror, but she was absolutely into it. The panic her brain felt from a lack of oxygen made each thrust twice as impactful.

The lovers fucked and rolled in their sweat for 20 minutes before the man fully pulled out, ready to burst. Before he could do it on Yu, she quickly rose to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock. The man couldn’t hold back any longer, and erupted a boatload of cum into Yu’s throat. She almost gagged on the spot, but forced it down as fast as she could. It tasted disgusting, yet made her feel like a champion. This was the ultimate test of endurance she had been building up to.

After all was said and done, she fell on her back, glowing with accomplishment. “Thank you,” she managed to utter after a few minutes. The man brought in more cleaning supplies to wipe up their mess, but he also couldn’t hide his satisfaction. “I-I’ll see you again, yeah?” he eventually asked. Yu stood up and smiled. “I come here almost every day,” she said. “Oh!” the man exclaimed. “I’m new here, sorry haha… Hey, but I bet I could recommend you to work here. If you come here so often, it’d almost be like getting free money.”

“I’d like that,” Yu said, feeling thankful. It wasn’t long before she entered a relationship with the man she’d fucked, who had introduced himself as Hoon Kim. They motivated each other and worked out together for hours, six days a week. Exercising with Hoon washed the last of Yu’s self-inflicted frustration away, as he was a fun and reliable partner who was able to keep up with Yu and provide constructive praise and criticism. The Korean bodybuilders were the definition of a power couple, and their appearances and teamwork inspired everyone around them for years to come.

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verbumincarcerem · 7 years

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you were made to suffer

Prologue

Chapter 1: A New World Order

Thick inside the Cleigne region, a lone daemon hunter crouched behind a rock, sizing up her prey. Two Black Flans and a Lich, the latter’s long robes trailing silently across the grass as an orb of sickly green light bobbed around it. Not a single one of them aware of her presence. Which was good. It wouldn't do for her to get overwhelmed because their blood-chilling cries drew other daemons to her presence. All of Eos was crawling with daemons ever since darkness blotted out the sun. That had been close to a year ago.

Using her flashlight, Melody Solariis glanced at her watch, the light causing the crystals encircling the white face to gleam and the mint green band to appear richer in color than it actually was. Bright and feminine, the watch looked out of place amongst her ensemble of black clothes and sharp weapons, but it was the one thing she’d kept from her old life in Accordo. The one thing she never took off. She wondered why she still checked time with it, though. Currently, it read ten minutes past three o'clock PM, and while the time was accurate, it didn't change the fact that it was pitch dark out here. Just one more area to search, then she could finish off these daemons and hoof it to her truck. She just hoped it would still be there waiting for her in one piece. Stealthily, she crouch-walked around the rock, making sure her footfalls didn't crunch beneath the grass or snap something louder. She kept an eye on the daemons in case they still somehow became alerted to her presence. With what seemed to take forever but was only minutes, she skirted around them and finally made it to her destination. An abandoned hut amidst a series of hills. Melody searched it as quickly as she could, spotting a water canteen lying haphazardly on the ground and a few cigarette butts scattered here and there. The canteen was still close to full. This had been the place those hunters had gotten in over their heads, that's for sure. One of many places. It happened all the time now. Hunters left to deal with the daemons; not all of them came back. On this particular hunt, three had gone to kill an Iron Giant causing particular trouble near the road. It had proven too much for them, and they'd lost track of their surroundings in their panic to get away. And this little hut? It was the last place they had all been together and alive. One hunter had died for sure. One came back to deliver the news. As for the third? Well, that's why she was here. Melody cleared the hut and started descending down the hills, keeping her flashlight on its lowest setting. It wasn't a good idea to travel these lands alone much less hunt, but she didn't have anyone else to count on. Didn't really want any tag-alongs either, though she did work with other hunters when the situation called for it. Overall, though, it was better just having herself to look after. No one dragging her down. And no one butting their nose in where it didn't belong and asking questions. Her shoes slipped in the dewy grass, and she slid the rest of the way down the hill. A screech echoed to her from somewhere nearby, and she spotted a fiery Bomb weaving its merry little way through a copse of trees, thankfully not in her direction. She'd taken a few steps along the base of the hills when she heard a series of rasping whispers. "Hel-help… some… some…one…someone…please." Melody quickened her pace, flashlight in one hand and canteen in the other. At last, her feeble light landed on a muddy boot, climbed up a leg, an arm, landed on the hunter's face, his blond beard speckled with dirt and black blood. "I'm here," she told him. "Everything's going to be okay." "H….hel…please," he kept saying over and over, not moving, eyes staring off into space, barely getting the words out. Melody studied him closely. He was delirious, and while all his limbs seemed unbroken, she spotted a rip in his trousers, the ankle swollen and bloody underneath. She put the canteen to his lips, knowing he had to be dehydrated, but the water merely dribbled from his lips down his beard. He coughed suddenly, and through the spray of water was the unmistakable black mist of miasma. Shit. She knew what was wrong now. And sure as hell no potion in the world could fix it. Shining the flashlight on his body confirmed it. The blackened veins on his neck, his left hand. The hunter was infected with the Starscourge. Soon, he would become a daemon they'd have to kill. Not if I have anything to say about it. "Sorry, bud," Melody said, drawing a dagger from her boot. "But I can't have you conscious for this." Using the base of the dagger’s handle, she knocked him out with one hit, his body slumping further in the grass. Melody threw a surreptitious look over her shoulders, spying for daemons, other people, anyone who could witness what she was about to do. But there was no one, so with a shaky breath, she closed her eyes, dug deep, and prayed to her silent gods that this wouldn't be the one that finished her.

Once she opened her eyes, she caught the faintest hint of pure white light lingering on her hands before it faded away. Her arms and legs felt leaden, like she'd run a marathon without stopping, and her head felt light and aching. Nausea bubbled up in her stomach, but she pushed it down, swigging water from her own canteen.

Standing, she looked at the man again. Throat and hands clean, his breath normal and clear of miasma. Thank Bahamut, her divine magic still worked, though it was clearly getting weaker, and she was getting weaker trying to force it. She checked her watch again. Ten minutes had passed while she'd healed him. Shit. Standing, she administered a Phoenix Down on him, watching with impatience as his minor wounds vanished and his eyes fluttered open. He tried to sit up. "What's—?" "You're"—her mind jumped, trying to remember what the other hunter had called him—"Fat Belly, I presume?" The man's face went a little pink under his beard, and as he stood, she could tell the nickname was an apt one. "Yeah?" "I'm Mel. The Hunter Association sent me out here to find you. Mission accomplished. Let's go home." She started the trek up the hill, and he wisely followed, his ankle no longer a problem. "They sent a little girl to find me?" he said in disbelief. Melody glared at him over her shoulder. "This little girl can leave you to find your own way back to Lestallum if you want, big boy." Not to mention kept your sorry ass from becoming a daemon. Melody clenched her teeth to keep that admission from slipping. She didn't want anyone knowing about that. And he seemed not to remember how close to damnation and extermination he had been, and that was fine with her. They crested the hill, and Melody was almost happy to find that the Flans and Lich were still right where she'd left them. Clearing them would give them a direct line toward the truck. She could still see it perched on the side of the road under a street lamp, right where she'd left it. She handed Fat Belly the extra canteen, not looking at him as she repined her flashlight to her shirt and drew her sword. "Sip your water, and stay out of my way." Without waiting for a response, she dove into the fray.

Lestallum greeted her like an old friend from school that she'd rather treasure all the memories about than ever see again. It wasn't the city's fault. In fact, it used to be one of Melody's favorite places to visit in Lucis with its food, spirited energy, nightlife, and good, old-fashioned feminism. But that had been before it had become the place most prepared to handle refugees fleeing from the daemons. Now it was less of a tourist getaway and more of a fortress town, and all the people were just squeezed in. Like sardines in a thimble. It was nice to see how the community had come together to help each other, but the warm, fuzzy feeling did nothing to assuage how suffocated Melody felt whenever she tried to live here. She parked as close to the city's lights as she could, the parking lots around always clogged with cars. Fat Belly jumped out of the truck, and together they made their way towards Hunter HQ. "Hey, uh, Mel," he said, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at him with a blank face. "What I said back there, I…" Her blank face held. He sighed. "It came out all wrong, and I didn't mean… What I mean to say is, thank you for what you did for me out there." His hands rose to his hips, and he stared at the ground before meeting her gaze. "I reckon I'd be daemon food by now if you hadn't come and gotten me out." You'd be so much worse than that. Melody held his stare for a beat longer before shrugging, a blasé smile on her face. "You're welcome. And no problem, really. Just be a lot more careful next time." She eyed his beer gut before suggesting, "And maybe work on some endurance training a bit?" Fat Belly laughed. "Thanks, but I think my hunting days are over. You crazy bastards make it look easy." "No arguments there." "Right, so I’ll leave it to the professionals from now on.” He punched a fist into his hand. “Still, wish I’d’a killed at least one of them things before I ‘retired,’ but I know when to call it quits. Anyway, there's plenty I can do just around the city to help out, so I guess I'll start there." At last, her smile became genuine. "That's a good idea." Melody dropped him off at Hunter HQ, collecting her payment while Fat Belly embraced his other ex-hunter friend, Big T, with a tearful hug. Melody saluted them both and headed over to Iris' place at the Leville hotel. Iris’ dark, cropped hair bounced above her shoulders as she gave Mel a onceover at the door. "Been a long day already?" "It's been a long year. Can I use your shower?" "You always know just what to say. But seriously, sometimes you sound just like my brother. Is it a hunter thing?" Iris rolled her eyes before grinning and letting her in. "I wouldn't know. How's he doing, by the way?" "Fine. Off with Ignis at the Hammerhead while Prompto's helping out here." "Uh-huh," Melody said, her voice echoing inside the bathroom while she deposited her bag of supplies on the tile floor and started dropping clothes left and right. "And how is he really doing?" Iris was silent for a moment. Melody heard the bed creak, the girl no doubt sitting upon it. "It's just… We all thought Noctis would be back by now. It's almost been a year since he..." Since the would-be king of Lucis disappeared without a trace, taking much of the people's hope with him. But not Melody's. She didn't put much stock in kings, not even the so-called holy line of Lucis. In the end, they were just people like anyone else. Beating this darkness wasn't something that one person could do; it would take all of them. Melody knew that this, too, would pass, someday, and she would try her damnedest to survive long enough to see it. Still, it was hard hearing the ache in Iris' voice, hard to watch her heart break bit by bit. Insomnia had been devastated once Niflheim had invaded, and though Melody had only met and befriended Iris when the girl had first fled to Lestallum, she knew how much Iris had lost. What she kept losing and risking. "It'll be alright," Melody told Iris, pulling a clean change of clothes out of her pack. "Didn't you tell me Noctis was a little lazy? He's probably just taking his sweet time right now, but when he gets back, you can clobber him one good time for making everybody wait." A small laugh came from Iris. "You know what the sad thing is? You're probably right." Melody showered and changed, emerging from the bathroom with her long, brown hair still dripping wet. "Thanks so much, again. Don't ever check out of here, okay?" "I don't understand why you just don't move in here with us. There's plenty of room. It's mostly just Dustin, Monica, Talcott, and me, with the boys coming and going." Melody eyed the room with its rich tapestries draping the windows, the lush carpet that was starting to see some wear from all the foot traffic, the plump queen sized beds, the cozy sofa. It did seem like a nice little place to hole up for a while. "Thanks, but I'm fine in my truck, promise," Melody said, making a face. "Besides, I don't really like kids." Iris rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "You would like Talcott." "I'll talk your word for it." They exchanged goodbyes, both emphasizing to the other that if they ever needed anything to please let them know. Melody wove through the alleys of Lestallum, past the people and shanty towns and food carts, and made it back out to her truck just in time. She'd barely leaned her seat back before she passed out, the exhaustion of the day—and her use of her dwindling magic—taking its toll.

Her watch read 6:13 PM.

Gravel crunched under her boots as she walked down the wide expanse of gray concrete before her. The street was cracked and in some places utterly destroyed. A steel beam from a nearby skyscraper had fallen, one end buried deep in the asphalt, the other end lodged inside the fifth floor of an apartment complex. Glass and stone everywhere. Overturned cars. A caved-in subway entrance. Buildings missing half of their floors or demolished altogether.

The city was a wreck, but she pressed on, making her slow, careful way past the obstacles in her path. But why? What business did she have here? She found no other soul to speak to, no one to ask. When she got to the end of the street, she found that her progress was halted completely. An entire building had fallen across the street she traveled on, concrete, metal, and glass twisted and crumbled on top of each other in a towering heap. No way to move it or climb her way over, and no other way through. But she could not turn back, not now. Why? Instead, she swiveled, reassessing the area. There, at the end of the street and still mercifully intact, was a subway entrance. With any luck, the underground path would lead her past all this debris, and she could press on. With a bracing breath, she jogged toward the entrance, heart pounding with anticipation. Not much longer until she— WHACK! Melody jerked awake in her truck as something popped against her windshield. Of course, no sun greeted her. It was black as tar out there. Looking out her windows one by one, she couldn't spy anything wrong; her windshield wasn't cracked, and there were no daemons around. Probably just a stray rock or water bottle that got picked up by the wind. The hunter swiped a hand down her face and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, waiting for her heart to stop racing. Not the best way to wake up, but it could've been much worse. Besides, she was getting tired of the recurring dreams. Melody might like them more if they featured her home in Accordo. She hadn't been back since she'd sold her house along with most of her possessions to help pay for this monster-hunting gig. Some people might consider her decision a bad one, but it beat trying to compete for a cushy job in one of the few, clogged, sanctuary towns. Turnover rate was at an all-time low for those; meanwhile, the daemon-hunting business was booming. Instead, her dreams lately seemed to focus on one place: the Crown City of Insomnia, and for the life of her, she didn't know why. She had been to visit once with her parents when they were still alive. They'd taken her when she'd turned sixteen, a decade ago, and while she'd enjoyed the trip, she didn't exactly miss the city. Whatever. Dreams only made sense in dreams, and she tended not to dwell on them. Melody checked her watch and cursed. She'd slept for over ten hours. Twisting in her seat, she rifled through the clothes she had strewn in the backseat, looking for something clean to change into. Let's see, she had a black t-shirt and black capris she could wear, or maybe that black t-shirt with those black jeans. Oh, and she had a gray tank top if she really wanted to be daring and add a splash of color. Honestly, she loved black as much as the next person. Slimming, matched everything, easy camouflage in the dark. But couldn't the hunters' shops try for a little more variety? There were some days she missed dressing like a civilian. With an ache of longing, Melody recalled the dresses she'd bought in Altissia after she'd finally saved up enough money to go shopping there. That elegant blue dress with the flowing sleeves and the billowing skirt. That sexy, dangerous red number with the tight bodice and tighter waist. Oh, it had hurt her to sell those, but she couldn't have brought them with her. Where would she even wear them now if she had them? Altissia? Leviathan had pretty much wiped the city off the map, and wasn't that a sobering thought while she pined for material things? The Hydraean had taken the Oracle from them, too. No one would ever forget where they were and what they were doing when they'd heard Lady Lunafreya was incontrovertibly dead. Mel had been in Accordo, eating at a diner in town when the news came over the radio. There hadn't been a dry eye in the place. Now the one person who could hold back the dark and cure the people was gone. The one person who could've possibly told Melody why she possessed a sliver of divine magic without a hint of a bloodline of either Oracles or kings in her veins. Melody had no illusions about taking Lunafreya's place. If Lunafreya's magic had been a tide—powerful, assuring, and constant—then Melody's was a spark—weak, unreliable, and fleeting. And ever since the Starscourge had come, Melody could feel that magic being suppressed if not slowly vanishing altogether. Besides, Luna's reputation had been one of glowing regard, poise, and selflessness. People traveled from continents far and wide to see her, to be healed by her. If anyone came at Melody with that kind of adoration, hands reaching out to touch her, she knew she'd bolt. She wasn't a savior, not even close, and most important of all, she was no Oracle. And that suited her just fine. Better that no one knew she could heal, so they wouldn't expect too much. Better that she blessed any weapons she found with radiant magic and left them easy for hunters to find around Lucis, so no one would watch her too closely and wonder why all of hers were especially effective against daemons. Better that no one asked the impossible, so they wouldn't punish her later for failing to achieve it. Melody changed clothes in her truck in rapid, practiced movements before strolling into the city, lightly armed with a sword across her back and a dagger in her boot. The marketplace was bustling as usual, vendors rushing to and fro to keep food and medical supplies stocked. More arms dealers could be found back here, too, but Melody wasn't here for those. Instead, she made her way to the merchant stalls, checking their wares one by one.

An arm suddenly slung itself around her shoulders while a chipper voice said, “Hey, Mel, what’s the frown for?”

“Hey, Prompto,” she said, trying to match the young man’s cheerfulness while still maintaining a grim façade. “They’re out of tomatoes again.”

“Ooh, that is a bummer.” Prompto released her, turning his attention to a young, brown-haired boy wearing cargo pants and a plaid shirt. “Talcott thinks so, too.”

Melody knew Talcott only vaguely through Iris. She waited politely for the boy to join in on the conversation, but when he merely smiled shyly and nodded, she asked Prompto, “Want to come tomato-pickin’ with me?”

Prompto winced, his blond hair shifting about his face as he moved from foot to foot. “Aw, Mel, I would but I can’t right now. I’m actually about to leave with a couple guys. Holly wants us to check on a pylon that’s been acting up. You’re welcome to come with if you want.”

“Thanks, but I want some tomatoes.”

Nodding wisely, Prompto said, “To each their own mission. Wait—you’re not going alone, are you?”

“Nah.” Yes.

The blond sighed in relief. “Okay, good. That bad habit of yours really stresses me out, y’know?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, we gotta go,” Prompto told her. “C’mon, Talcott. Iris is waiting for you.”

“Okay!” Talcott said, waving to her. “Bye, miss!”

Melody raised a hand to wave at them both before returning to the matter at hand. She felt a little bad now for lying, but… Prompto wasn’t her keeper. She didn’t really have or want anyone worrying about her. Besides, there was a grove full of tomatoes close to Lestallum. She’d be there and back before the daemons even took notice, so there was no reason to drag someone with her when they could be doing something more exciting than food gathering.

She walked up to the first merchant she saw, saying, “Hey, I’m going grocery shopping. Got an empty crate I can use? I’ll bring it back full of Lucian tomatoes if you do.”

Several merchants spared her crates, so she’d ended up with over half a dozen stacked in the bed of her truck. She didn’t leave immediately, shopping around Lestallum to restock on curatives, antidotes, and additional supplies. Finishing up a meat skewer, Melody hopped in her truck and drove two miles to where she remembered the vegetable grove was. She’d only need to take a few short trips into the valley and back, and then she could be back in Lestallum well before dinner time.

Unfortunately, she got a nasty shock when she tugged the first stack of crates toward her, for greeting her from behind them was a small, shy face with a please-don’t-be-mad look.

“Talcott!” she exclaimed, hardly believing her eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Um, helping you get tomatoes, ma’am?”

Melody could pull her own hair out. Iris, you were wrong. I do not like this kid. “No, we’re going back. It’s too dangerous for you to be out here.” There weren’t any daemons around yet, but that could change at any second. She would not be accountable for this kid.

Talcott jumped down from the bed of her truck, following her. “No, please. I can help! Besides, Prompto’s right. No one should go out by themselves, but I could tell you were going to despite what you told him, and I was right!”

Melody stopped, her hand on the handle of the door as she studied the boy.

“Talcott, how old are you?” she said at last.

“Just turned eight, ma’am.”

The boy was eight, and he was both perceptive as hell and already came up to her shoulders?

Fucking hell.

Life pissed on her once again.

“You really want to help?” she said, fixing him with a hard look. “There’s daemons out here. You know that, right?”

“Yes, ma’am. I won’t get in the way. I promise.” Talcott looked down at his shoes, hands in his pockets. “I’m not old enough to hunt, so I just want to do something useful for a change.”

Melody sighed. Shiva’s tits, he looked so damn tragic, and she’d lose so much time taking him back to Lestallum. She couldn’t leave him behind in the truck, either. What if he decided to wander off and something happened?

“Fine, but you have to promise me something.” The hunter settled the gravest look she could muster on the kid. “You do as I say when I say it. If I tell you to run, hide, or leave me behind, you don’t argue with me. You do it. And if something happens and we do get separated,”—she gestured him toward the truck, pointing through her window—“there’s a two-way radio in the dashboard. Hole yourself up in here and call for help. Someone from Lestallum will come get you. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And drop the ma’am.” Melody smiled to lighten the mood. “We’re technically hunting buddies now, so call me Mel, okay? And take this. It’ll make me feel better.”

She handed him an extra flashlight and the dagger she kept in her boot, and he threaded the latter safely through his belt loop. To compensate, she strapped her bow and quiver set to her back and belted her sword to her waist.

They got through two trips and six crates together, Melody carrying two crates at a time and keeping a watchful eye on the dark while Talcott managed one and stayed mercifully quiet. The kid was tactful and could read cues well, Melody would give him that.

By the third trip, Melody was convinced they were being watched. Her arms pricked as she scanned the sloping plains in between the trees and boulders scattered around, all of them dark shadows blending into darker night, her visible perception miniscule beyond the reach of her flashlight. But there was nothing around, no daemons, wildlife, or people, and the trees didn't so much as rustle with a breeze. She knew she was being paranoid on Talcott’s behalf, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. "I'm not seeing a lot of red ones left, Mel," said Talcott, crouching among the tomato plants, his small light darting to and fro. “Should I pick some of the green ones, too?”

“Hmm, yeah, people like eating those. Just a few, though. We need to leave most of them to ripen—”

A burst of black and purple miasma rippled all around them, and ten Goblins emerged with out-of-sync screeches.

“Get back to the truck!” Melody ordered, dropping the crate and tossing the keys to Talcott. She spared enough of a glance to see Talcott take off running before she drew her bow.

A Goblin leapt for her, but she shot it out of the air with an arrow infused with radiant light. She killed four more Goblins just as quickly, moving so she kept them from surrounding her.

But the Goblins were quick, and soon she was littered with scratches across her arms, her face. One tried to climb onto her back, but she blasted it into nothing, her divine magic reacting to her panic. Another Goblin was caught in the crossfire, and it died with a shriek.

Using magic cost her, and soon she was breathing hard, fighting to keep up. When she ran out of arrows, she drew her sword, hacking and slashing until the last Goblin crumpled, dissolving into the miasma from whence it came.

Only to be replaced by two Wraiths and a Ronin. Fuck. Melody leapt back to avoid the Ronin’s quick draw, barely missing getting her stomach sliced open. But the Wraiths were drifting toward her fast. Any one of them she could handle on her own, but all three together? She was dead, unless she ran. Her back hit a tree, and she realized they had trapped her. “When did you lot get so smart?” she asked, bringing her sword up. The roar of an engine was the only warning she had before two blinding lights appeared over the hill to her right, her truck blazing a trail over the bumpy terrain. The daemons cried out with pain as the light hit them, the Wraiths immediately scattering. The Ronin wasn’t so quick, and before Melody realized what had happened, her truck had slammed straight into it, miasma exploding at the point of impact. Melody watched, stunned, as her truck braked to a hard, jerky stop. She opened the driver's side door to reveal Talcott, hands gripped on the steering wheel, feet reaching the brake pedal while his head couldn't see over the hood. "Did I get it?" he asked her, voice shaking. Melody's face split into a grin. "Kid, you didn't just get it. You wasted it!" Okay, Iris, I was wrong. I love this kid. She surged into the driver's seat and put the truck in park as Talcott scrambled back into the passenger's seat. Spotting the Wraiths drifting closer again, Melody threw the truck into reverse, cutting the wheel to spin the truck one-hundred eighty degrees. Branches scraped against the paint, her windshield cracked to hell, but she paid no mind, focusing on getting them both out of there and back on the road. They made it in one piece, no airbags deployed, tires still inflated. Six out of seven crates of tomatoes wasn't that bad, either, considering. "Talcott," Melody said sharply before laughing at the panicked look on his face. "That was amazing! You saved my ass back there." "You're not mad?" "No, I mean, yes! You could've gotten hurt! And what were you thinking, getting behind the wheel?" "Grandpa used to let me drive his car up and down the driveway," the boy explained. "I figured I could maybe do it and just go a little bit faster?" "Well, thank you, Grandpa." She smiled and ruffled Talcott's hair. "And thank you, even though you scared me to death doing it." She propped her head up on her hand, arm braced against the door. "Oh, that could've been really bad. Please don’t ever do that again." "I killed that daemon, though, right?” Talcott was practically bouncing in his seat, a big, cheesy grin on his face. “Does that mean I'm ready to be a hunter now?" "Ha! Don't you know, kid? It takes at least ten years of training to become an expert in daemonic vehicular homicide.” She flicked his nose. “So don't get cocky. You've got a long way to go." "Ten years is way too long! What about when I get taller than you instead?" "That's not hard to do, so no." Talcott flopped back in his seat with a comedic frown, but a glance up at the windshield made it become genuine. "I'm sorry about wrecking your truck, though. I just didn't know what else to do." Melody studied the damage. She spotted that the hood of the truck had a nice Ronin-sized dent in it, too. "Eh, don't worry about it too much." She grinned. "I know a good mechanic."

#yay backstory #otp: more than you bargained for #even though ardyn's not in this chapter oops #a decade of darkness au #you were made to suffer

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