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My 7 children who I love very much <3
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18+ Filth and pure smut. My mind is on a sexy dilf Bucky with those delicious greys in his beard. I want his sweet wife teasing him over his age, especially after he shakes his head over the way their teenage sons friends keep trying to subtly hit on her. He doesn't blame them because his wife is gorgeous; an absolute milf and he's the luckiest man on the planet to call her his.
You can't help but playfully pinch his side when Bucky ushers your son and his friends all out of the house, slipping him a few bills, insisting he stay out late as he wants. He even gives him permission to crash at a friends house for the night leaving the two of you alone. (of course your son already knows why his dad is so persistent and it leaves him both disgusted and happy his parents are still so in love).
"Breakin' young boys hearts, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky lets out a low chuckle, untying the apron that was tied around your waist, letting it drop to the floor.
"Careful there, old man" You tease, giggling at the way he cocks an eyebrow not that the house was empty, "Might get a heart attack if you try anything at your age" and with that you saunter off to the bathroom to run a shower, looking over your shoulder to see if your husband would follow. He watches the way your hips sway, the insatiable little minx in you trying to get a rise out of him, discarding your clothing in the middle of the bedroom and leaving the bathroom door unlocked on purpose.
He'd show you exactly what an old man could do.
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You felt your muscles relax as steam filled the room, hot water spraying against your skin while you added your peach shower gel to the loofah. You wondered what Bucky was up to, usually he'd-
"James" You gasp, feeling your husbands hard cock brush against your ass as he presses up you from behind, his large hands moving up your soap slicked body to grope onto your lathered breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples, giving them a harsh tug.
"Shhh," He smirked, nipping your neck, his tongue running up your skin, licking up the water droplets, "Don't stop on my account gorgeous, go on" He let out a satisfied hum when you went back to gently scrubbing your skin, his hands moving to rub up your thighs, ghosting in between them before pulling away and standing in front of you. His cock stood tall and proud, his swollen tip so pink, begging to be touched.
"James, please-
"Uh-uh, thought m' just an old man baby, just doin' what old men do" He smirked, palming himself, his eyes raking up and down your body, wrapping his hand around his shaft, "Aren't you pretty"
You went along with exactly what Bucky wanted, letting your hands trail along your body, soapy bubbles flowing down your curves while your husband started to stroke himself while leaning against the cold shower wall. "You're a pretty sight, look at what you do me to darlin' got me acting like a perverted little boy, touching myself while watching you"
He groaned, jerking himself faster, not sure what he wanted to focus on first. He'd seen you naked plenty of times and he'd certainly showered with you more times that he could count but he'd never get tired of the sight of his wife covered in the cutest bubbles, dripping wet, putting on a shower all just for him.
While Bucky was admiring you, you admired him right back. He'd aged like fine wine, his chestnut hair still luscious, the ends of his hair curling from the steam of the water. His beard had a few flecks of grey which just added to how handsome he was along with the thick muscle that ran under his skin. Nothing turned you on more than a very naked Bucky under hot water, lost in self pleasure with you as his muse. Every groan and whimper was for you, shamelessly touching every intimate part of himself because of you. It was that very sight that had your fingers start to travel down your body, your pussy desperately craving attention.
"That's mine, sugar" Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could slip it between your thighs, pulling it away and positioning himself behind you again. "This pussy here-" His palm cupped every bit of your cunt in the most debauched way, his cock slotted between your ass while his chest was pressed against your back, "Is all mine. I get to play with her baby, s'mine to touch"
"Then touch me Jamie, please" Your voice was nothing more than a whine now and the pet name that slipped out was more than enough for Bucky to know you needed him bad.
"M'Jamie now, huh? Thought I was just an old man before" He chuckled, rubbing his cockhead against your slicked entrance, teasing and letting the tip catch on your hole and pulling away before stuffing his way in.
"F-FUCK JAMES!" You cried out as he set a brutal pace without warning, his thighs slamming against your ass, his hands holding your hips with a bruising grip. "P-PLEASE-Don't-don't stop!"
"That's it, scream for me baby, let everyone know how your husband fucks you" Bucky's hands held onto you for dear life, fucking you like a ragdoll, his fingers skimming across your belly and down to your clit. He could feel your stretch marks as he felt your body up, one of his favorite things about you, his mind starting to wander.
He remembered the way they felt when you were pregnant with your son, the way he'd hold onto your belly, tracing over those gorgeous lines as they made room for his growing baby boy. He'd feel those same curves when making love to you, loving the way you were extra sensitive, constantly craving for him to fill you up. You were the most gorgeous thing when you had a piece of him inside you, fuck he missed it, his balls felt so fuckin' heavy and full and maybe it was just the heat and steam from the shower but-
"Think you could handle another baby?" Bucky purred, his cock already getting harder at the thought of you with a rounded belly again, looking fucking gorgeous, barefoot and pregnant. He was perfectly happy with the way things were but another wouldn't hurt....
Fuck it.
"M'gonna knock you up pretty girl, you'll have my baby again won't ya, gonna let me get you pregnant again? Show everyone I still know how to fuck, show em how well you take my cum in that tight little cunt"
"Oh God, Jamess" Your eyes practically crossed as his fingers began to strum your clit, your head thrown back, barring your neck letting him bite and suck bruises onto your skin, groaning into your ear, "Gonna-gonna cum"
"C'mon mommy, make me a daddy again" Bucky's pace grew faster, the obscene sound of skin slapping filling the bathroom. "Milk my cock, take my cream, want it, want another baby"
Bucky angled his hips to hit depths you didn't know were possible, his fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit along with those words alone sent you crashing head first into your orgasm. A sob slipped past your lips as your vision went white, your cunt greedily pulsing and gripping onto Bucky's cock, coaxing for him to empty his balls in you.
"That's-fuck that's it, just like that, milk it, shit mommy, milk daddy's cock, fuck'm'gonna-oh God I'm cumming!" Bucky bit down onto your shoulder letting out a slutty moan as cum burst from his cock, his endless orgasm leading to drops of his pearly white seed splashing onto the shower tile below. "Fuck, you make me cum so hard for you baby"
His hips stutterd at the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cock still throbbing the last few spurts while his arms held your limp body, rinsing you both off. He wrapped you up with a fluffy towel, carrying you bed with ease and snuggling up in the sheets.
"Meant what I said, angel" Bucky gave you a soft smile, a hint of shyness now replacing his previous dominant demeanor. "How about another"
"I'd give you as many babies as you want, Mr. Barnes" You giggled, squealing when he rolled on top of you, instantly hard-
My bad, I got distracted while already distracted and then this happened. Look at him though, can you blame me.
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes#dilf bucky#dilf bucky barnes#bucky barnes x wife#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#daddy bucky#bucky barnes fan fic#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky fan fiction#bucky fan fic#bucky fanfic#marvel fanfiction#marvel#marvel fic#marvel smut#marvel fanfic#avengers fluff#avengers smut#avengers fanfiction
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kinktober - day 25 - borrowed clothes
soap x f!reader | 880 words cw: and they were roommates, references to masturbation, pervy thoughts a/n: if you lived with soap, he would never wear a shirt. and i stand by that. summary: johnny borrows a shirt. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list
You canât decide if the universe is cold and uncaring, or extremely bored and too interested in torturing you specifically. Regardless, every day, it fucking tests you.
No. Thatâs unfair to the neverending, bleak void of space.Â
John MacTavish tests you. Every. Day.
Well, he tests you on the days heâs at home in your shared flat. Sure, his direct deposit never fails, and you enjoy peace and quiet when heâs gone, but the manâs insufferable when present.
Cabinet and cupboard doors? Open. Dishware? Half of itâs missing. The couch? He hogs it. He spreads those thick legs, wears tight joggers, and puts those muscular thighs on display. An arm slung over the back. He barely moves when you join him, and there is always some part of him touching you.
Itâs sick and twisted that heâs infuriatingly handsome and seemingly clueless about it. Itâs devastating that picturing him crawling on top of you is the only way youâre able to get off anymore. Door locked, music on, vibrator on a too-low but quieter settingâeyes shut and ears open, listening to him meander around your flat while you imagine him bursting through the door to dramatically take you. God, you come so hard, hand glued to your mouth.
It doesn't help that heâs perpetually shirtless.
Heâs constantly on the move and complaining that heâs warm. Itâs hard to not stare when he enters a room. His broad shoulders stretch out wide, muscles firm and thick beneath his skin. Dark hair covers his chest and dusts his arms, always shiny after his morning runs and near-daily push-ups. Rugged and imposing, the kind of body that just makes you want to climb. You want to smash his face between your thighs, yank him by the mohawk, and sit on those stupid, hot shoulders. Drown him until he cries uncle.
But today, you canât stand it anymore. He's elbow-to-elbow with you, tidying the kitchen, still damp and glistening from the shower and clad only in a pair of sweats.
âJohnny?â
âMm?â
âDo youâŚmind,â you stare out of your periphery at the size of his hand compared to the sponge heâs holding. âPutting on a shirt?â
He stops. âWhy?â
âDo I need a reason?â
The sponge drops onto the counter, and he leans into your personal bubble. âYe sayinâ a man cannae be comfortable in his own home?â
You grit your teeth and focus so as not to let your gaze drop to the pec right next to you. The scent of soap wafts off of him. You want to lickâ
âWell?âÂ
âMaybe I donât want to be subjected to a half-naked man every moment of my day.â
A second passes in silence. Then another. The corner of his lip curls, and he raps his knuckles on the counter, chuckling. âYouâre a tricky one, hen, but I sâpose I can oblige ye. I dinnae ken if I have anythinâ clean, butâŚâ
âNot my problem.â You hiss through a clenched jaw and return to furiously scrubbing the oven.
Heâs gone for a few minutes. Long enough that you clean a section well enough to stare at the vague blob of your embarrassed face. Maybe you ought to put yourself out of your mystery and start looking for a new flatshare.Â
This time, when he returns, you keep your eyes forward.
Until he clears his throat. âLike I said, nothinâ of mineâs clean, so I had to make doâŚâ
With an exasperated sigh, you glance over to see what heâs on about and freeze. A glob of cleaner slops onto the ground from where it leaks out of the oven. Yeah, me too, you think distantly.
Johnâs gone and taken one of your shirts from your things. He went into your room, probably rifled through your wardrobe, and stole a shirt. And not just any shirt, but a ratty, shrunken shirt youâd bought as a joke on a girlâs trip years ago. You hadnât ditched it for purely sentimental reasons, and now, his nipples stand at attention underneath the worn, whisper-thin fabric. His arms strain the babydoll sleeves. It cuts off above his navel. The top tufts of his happy trail stick out.
The words âFemale Body Inspectorâ stretch across his chest.
Maybe you died, and this is your hell. Or heaven. Hard to tell.
Your mouth dries. âWhereâDid you get that from my room?â
âHope itâs alright. Picked somethinâ I didnae think yeâd miss.â
Rising to your feet, you strip the long rubber gloves off your hands and toss them in the sink. You swallow and run your tongue across your teeth. You slowly close the distance, staring dumbly at the man in front of you. Fuck. Were you really doing this? An old silly shirtâs the catalyst?
He grins, his voice deceptively soft. âYouâve gone quiet again. See somethinâ ye like?â
âJohnny, if youâre amenable to it, Iâm going to ride you to the River Styx and back.â
His brows shoot up. His eyes gain a wild glint. âOh?â
Some responsible part of your brain implores you to see reason and remember how sleeping with your housemates is generally a bad idea. It shuts up when you see him twitch in his sweatpants.
âMhm. My room in two minutes. Leave the shirt on.â
#soap x reader#soap x f!reader#john mactavish x reader#john mactavish x f!reader#sy kinktober#kinktober#this is for everyone else who collects stupid stupid shirts
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Title: Monster
Kinktober Masterlist
Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Sacrifice!Reader
Kink: Teratophilia (Monsterfucking)
Summary: You draw the devilâs coin in the village lottery, you will buy another season of peace for your peopleâbut you donât want peace.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Dark Fantasy, Monsterfucking, References to past violence, References to past murder, Witch Burning, Forced Marriage, Dubious Consent, Violence, Revenge, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Darkfic, Dark Fanfiction
A/N: as a note, this story does NOT share a universe with my other Orc story, Brave. this is another version of Orc!Bucky that i cooked up for kinktober. speaking of which, i hope you all enjoy the first installment of my 2023 kinktober ficlets and drabbles! mind the warnings, and enjoy!
Your wedding day dawns bleak and cold. The snows have come early this year, snuffing out the brief, brittle green of summer with icy finality, blanketing the hills in thick layers of white.
Your death day.
âUp with you.â You arenât asleep, but Thera rips the blanket from you anyway. âCome. Itâs time you prepare for your... husband.â There is no pity anywhere on her wrinkled face as she grimaces at you, her eyes dark with disgust. âWitch.â She mutters the last part like a curse you arenât meant to hear. You do, though, and you bare your teeth at Thera like an animal in response. You are satisfied when fear settles over her features, her rheumy eyes widening.Â
âIf I were a witch,â you hiss, âYou would not stand whole before me, Thera Truthspeaker.â This time it is her name that burns in the ear like acid. âYou would lay at my feet in pieces.â
She slaps you for the threat, and you taste blood in your mouth as your head jerks painfully. Thera grasps your chin, and you turn dazed eyes toward the old priestess.
âYou speak with as foul a tongue as your mother,â she spits.
âPity you couldnât burn mine out of me like you did her.â At this, she looks regretful, cutting her eyes at you angrily.
âLucky for you Demon King likes his brides whole.â She squeezes until you grunt with pain. âAnd unspoiled.â She tosses your head to the side before standing away from your cot before brushing her hands down her long, thick robes as though wiping your taint from them. âSave your venom, little snake. It is by my grace you were not put to the torch two seasons ago with your witch mother.â
You almost wish they had, instead of forcing the scarred coin into your hand. At least you can serve the light like this, the priest had said, his grim face illuminated by the firelight. You have not forgotten the way your motherâs body burned bright, her head turned heavenward, her mouth open in silent scream as the flames leapt from her blackened lips.
At least you can serve some good when he comes.
Despite her age, Theraâs grip is strong as she forces you up out of the narrow cot. The stone floor of the chapel is like ice on your bare feet as you stumble after her. There is an old metal basin in the chapelâs meager kitchen, and Thera instructs you to strip before ushering you into the steaming water. You hiss at the burn, but itâs the warmest youâve been in weeks. Months, more-like. She scrubs your skin raw with rough fingers, and tears through your hair with the comb until your scalp stings. When you wince, Thera cracks her open palm against the back of your skull.
âBe still!â Your ears ring from the force of her blow. âThis is an honorâa great privilege you have been afforded, though you are tainted and unworthy.âÂ
The laugh that bubbles from your chest is bitter. âThis is not your pulpit, Truthspeaker, and I am not your sheep.âÂ
Thera paints the symbols for fertility and prosperity on your damp shoulders in perfumed oil before rubbing them into your skin. She combs the oil through your hair, too, braiding gold thread into it as she pins it up away from your face. As she is closing the bridal robe around your shoulders, the door flies open.
The priest practically falls through it, his face shining with sweat despite the temperature. The charcoal around his wide, fear-bright eyes runs dark on his pale skin, like dark tears tracking down his gaunt cheeks. His terror is catching, your own heart pounding against your ribs.Â
âHe comes! The Demon King comes! He rides for the village!â Thera glances at you, her thin lips curving into a cruel smile.Â
âAnd his bride waits.â
â
You have seen a bride taken, once. You were young, six seasons, perhaps? Seven? You saw the Demon King ride away with her, her long, black veil whipping behind her in the icy wind.
Mother had told you not to go, not to watchâItâs barbaric, my love, we neednât take partâbut you couldnât help yourself. She is lucky, she is blessed, the townspeople murmured amongst themselves as they watched her go. Chosen. Sheâd drawn the coin from the bag, the same pitted, pocked metal that the priest had forced into your trembling hands as youâd watched your mother burn.
Life for life.
The rope bites into your wrists as you tug uselessly at your bindings. Your breath leaves your lips in frantic clouds of white as you pull and pull. Your only victory is the creak of the rope as it tightens. Your teeth chatter as you stare into the fog. It rolls out between the trunks of the bare trees like tendrils, creeping along the snow-covered ground until it fills the air, obscuring light and sound until all around you is dim as twilight.
âYour bride awaits you,â the priestâs muffled voice trembles. âTake her and honor our agreement, as it has been, and as it shall be.â
For a long time there is no answer from the thick, swirling fog. You count each second, your aching arms stretched above you, the rough wood of the post digging into your back through your cloak. The cold eats away at your bones as you shiver. Itâs not snowing any more, but the loose drift blows up into your face as the wind rips at you. The priestâs voice trembles as he begins again.
âTake her and honor ourââ
âSilence.â
 The voice vibrates powerfully in your very marrow, in your head and all around. He is near. You can barely see a foot in front of you, and now you are glad for it, glad you cannot see the face of your death. The mist swells, roiling angrily around you as your skin prickles with his closeness. You know not what the Dark King looks like, but you know what you have heard murmured in the dark corners of ale-soaked taverns and in the pews of every chapel of the Holy Lightâhe is darkness, he is devil made flesh and set upon the children of light so that they might know fear.Â
That the price of flesh paid by your people is all that keeps him from loosing his terrible fury upon the valleyâ
But you do not yet know you believe.
You are afraid, that much you can tell from the thundering of your heart and the staccato sound of your own breath. You cannot see him, but you know he circles you, like a wolf, just behind the curtain of smoke and mist. The silence is deafening, and for a moment you wonder grimly what the Truthspeakers will do with you if the Devil himself does not take youâ
âI accept this offering.â
 He steps sideways out of nowhere, the air simply parting like a curtain to reveal him. The Orc regards you silently, watching your breath cloud the air and disappear. He reaches for you and you flinch, but he doesnât touch you. Instead, he pulls at the ropes. The priest knotted them tightly around the post, but when the Orc pulls lightly, it comes away easily, as if undone by his touch.Â
His face is more human than you expected, fierce blue eyes set above chiseled cheekbones. His tusks poke out from beneath his bottom lip, but only barely, more evident as he grimaces. You wonder if he is displeased with you, as he looks you over, and you flinch when he reaches out with one massive, gloved hand. He grasps your chin firmly, turning your head this way and that before sighing.Â
âCome.âÂ
 This time, his voice does not echo through the clearing as if spoken by a dozen men. He reaches for you again, this time drawing the dark veil down over your face. His horse is as large and dark as he is, and the great beast paws the ground as you near, and you see your own fearful face reflected in its strange red eyes. He chuckles at your reluctance.
âAfraid, little bride?â
You are. Truly afraid. Of him. Of the village. Of the way forward, wherever it led. But you would not be like Thera, like the cowering priests in their chapel. Your fear would not rule you.Â
You grasp the reins and fit a foot into the stirrup.Â
âI am afraid.â Swinging your leg up, you climb into the saddle. âAnd I am more than fear.â He smiles, the sharp, white points of his teeth gleaming as his lips part.
âGood.â He steps up behind you, and your face flushes with heat as he fits you against his front.Â
âWhat are you called?â He hesitates, and you wonder whether or not he will tell you the truth.
âJames.â
â
The sun is low in the sky by the time you see the encampment, nestled in the dark, snowy hills like a glowing ember. You tense as you see it, going rigid in the saddle.
âI did not know you came to collect your bride price with an army.â You reply, and behind you James chuckles.Â
âHow else would I make sure it was paid?âÂ
You feel small and alone as you ride into camp, your veil still pulled low over your eyes. The sounds of music and conversation die as the king approaches, the garrison watching with curious apprehension. The pack parts for you, people stepping away from Jamesâ horse with a respectful bow. He is King here, of that there could be no doubt. A great fire blazes at the heart off the encampment, and James rides close enough to feel its heat before dismounting. He holds out his hand to you with a thin smile.Â
âCome, little wife. Lay aside your fear and let us know your fate.â You return his grim smile with one of your own.Â
I suppose I always knew it would end in fire.
You take his hand, and James helps you down. For a moment, there is no sound other than the roar of the flames and the shrill whistle of the icy wind.Â
âShe is small.â The voice is heavy with age, and rife with irritation. âIt will not be her.â You turn to see the stooped Orc step out from the crowd of onlookers. She leans heavily on the staff she carries, the top adorned with an assortment of feathers and tiny, white bones. James does not look away from you.Â
âThe fire will tell.âÂ
He pushes your bridal robe from your shoulders, undoing the tie around your waist. The cloth falls to the ground, leaving you naked. You are not cold, though, not this close to the fire. The veil he leaves on, and the fabric whispers against your bare ankles. The old Orc hobbles closer, peering at you with her one good eye.Â
âYou know what to do.âÂ
You doâyou step into the fire. It burnsâburns hotter than anything you have ever knownâ
But there is no pain. You open your eyes. All around you is light, beautiful, glorious light. You lift an arm, and flames dance along your skin, leaving trails of radiant heat. You raise your arms above your head with a shout. They should have burnt me in the village. You imagine the streets burning bright with your flames.Â
Something is changed in you, something opened, something broken free, something youâd never even known was caged inside you. You are the fire, it is youâ
The old Orc slams the staff against the ground with a sound like thunder, and the flames cool to embers as you drop your arms, panting. You are giddy with power, your heart beating in your chest as fiercely as the flames.Â
âFire-sign.â She draws symbols on your face in red ichor, and matching ones on James. Her scarred mouth twists into a smile as she pulls the veil from you. âBurn brightly.â Â
James gathers you in his arms, lifting you with ease. He makes for one of the tents, pushing aside the heavy canvas hanging over the opening. James spills you unceremoniously onto the furs by the small fire, ripping at his clothes as he sets upon you with his hungry hands and mouth.
âKnew it would be you,â he mumbles as he lowers his mouth to yours. âCould smell the smoke on your skin.âÂ
Gods you burn as he kisses you. You are no longer standing in the fire but you feel it in your veins still, like itâs part of you. Your head swims as though youâd drunk your share of mead, Jamesâ touch only adding to the dizzying rush of sensation. He kneels down between your legs, his eyes dark as he drags them down your writhing body. He licks his lips.
âMy fire-sign.â He cups your cunt with one massive hand, trailing a thick finger along your slit. From the bits of hushed gossip youâd overheard from the older women in the village, wifely duties were to be penitently endured, you were to feel pain and discomfort, not this, thisâ
Fire.
James parts your thighs until they are wide enough to accommodate him, and he bends low. The whites of his eyes barely visible as he stares at your slick center.Â
âWhat better wedding gift?â He says lowly, tugging your hips roughly forward until you can feel his breath on your cunt.Â
You lick your lips. âAnd what is mine?â You ask, and James laughs. You keen as he licks a long, hot stripe up your soaked slit.Â
âWhat would you ask of me?â
âBurn the village.â There are two voices coming from your throat when you speak. There is you, the you you know, the you you have always beenâ
And there is the fire.Â
The thing of smoke and passion and rage in your skin now, too.Â
âLeave nothing standing.â
James lowers his head to your sticky core, and wraps his arms around your thighs anchoring you to his face as he feasts. His tongue slides hungrily through your slick folds, and your eyes fly open a your hips roll of their own accord. You come apart then, shuddering and whining, but he doesnât stop. Your hands tangle in his dark hair, pulling at his ceremonial braids as he tastes you till youâre dizzy. James finally relinquishes his hold, and when he rises his chin is wet with your pleasure.Â
âYou wish me to wage war, little wife?â He asks, reaching between your bodies to palm his cock. You canât look away. âTo spend fire and blood for you?â
You nod.Â
âFor that, I will require more than a marriage of convenience,â he replies, and you shiver as he taps the head of his cock against you with a slick, sticky noise. You whimper as he circles one of your nipples with his thumb. âI want more than just your body, understand, little bride?â His hand spans half the length of your belly itâs so big, and you stare wide eyed down at his cock.Â
âI will have all of you.â James growls down at you. âNot part.â You whine as he pushes against you, the blunt head of his cock pressing inside with a pop. Your lips fall open, a strangled moan escaping them. Jamesâ claws dig into your hip, and he utters a curse. Youâre already so full of him, you donât know how more can fit, but James works his hips against yours, rutting shamelessly against you until you swear youâre choking on him.Â
The ache is so sweet it brings tears to your eyes.Â
âY-yes!âÂ
He draws out, leaving you almost empty before filling you with a hard thrust. James moans low in his throat, his head falling back. He cups your face with one hand, dragging his thumb across your lips. You rake your fingers over his muscled chest and he grits his teeth, driving into you harder, curling over you as he presses your knees against your chest.Â
Your breaths escape you in choked little mewls, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he drowns you in pleasure again, and the fire in your veins swells, consuming you. Behind him, the fire blazes more brightly than ever before, and James looses a low growl, his cock pulsing inside of you.
âThen you will have war, little queen,â he says, nosing down the side of your jaw. He nips at your throat, hard enough to bruise.
You smile.Â
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fic#bucky x you#bucky x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky x female reader#sebastian stan#sebastian stan fandom#boxofbonesfic#boxofbones#kinktober#kinktober 2023#kinktober week 1
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WATER WASHED SHOULDERS
when the tension of your day lies in your knotted shoulders, all you want is a bath with the man you love the most to ease your nerves.
PAIRING kim seungmin x fem!reader WC 0.7k TAGS established relationship trope. suggestive (?). fluff. OMI NOTE needed to get something out even if it was small, and this idea has been on my mind forever ahgh. bathing with seungmin sounds so intimate i wanna smooch him.
work days always ran long for you and seungmin, leaving not much time to actually spend with one another. it was something the two of you mutually craved, the opportunity to hold each other without passing out for the night.Â
and while he wasnât as into physical touch as you were, even he got antsy sometimes, just wanting to be around you. that puppy - like yearning he always had became more evident. though, whenever he gets the chance to pamper you, itâs like the world came in full circle.Â
you arrive home shortly after he did, kicking shoes off your sore feet and dropping all your things at the door. every part of you was ready to clean up and go to sleep. the sound of rustling in a cabinet piqued your interest, as you turned the corner to see your boyfriend grabbing two towels.
âhi pup, are you about to take a bath?â you question, giving him a quick embrace.
âno, we are about to take a bath.â he responded casually, stacking the material in one arm and taking your hand with the other.Â
âahâ really? we havenât bathed together in so long..â your lips perk into a shy smile as you follow behind him in the bathroom.
âi know, but i got home a little earlier today so i set something up for us, is that okay?â he says.
âof course itâs okay! youâre too sweet when you want to be.â
âdonât get used to it.â he tries to sound annoyed, but you know heâs just being sarcastic.
turning the knob, you see all the bubbles practically overflowing out of the tub. the lights were dim, making the glow from the two scented candles on the countertop more prominent. the steam rose from the tub, creating a comforting and misty atmosphere in the bathroom.
his expression was fond, feeling proud of the work he did and your smiley reaction to all of it.Â
âmin.. this is so lovely oh my gosh.â you frown, squeezing his hand.
âlet me take care of you, yeah?â slowly slipping the clothes from off your heavy shoulders, the two of you undressed and lowered yourself comfortably inside the sudsy water. it splashed slightly around you as you gripped the sides of the tub. instant relief enveloped your body in the form of warm water.
seungmin took it upon himself to pull you close against his chest, feeling the contrast between his cold skin and minor heat of the bath. his arms wrapped around your torso lightly as you relaxed into his touch. a sigh of relief left your lips.
he took a pastel - colored bottle from the ledge, opening the cap and squeezing a dime sized dollop of the shampoo he uses. a finger reached around to the tip of your chin, tilting your head back so he could rub it into your hair. the scent engulfed you, making you open one of your eyes to look up at your boyfriend.
âis this your shampoo?âÂ
âmhm, is the smell too strong for you?â he asks quietly, his hands stopping from massaging your scalp.
âno, just wondering why you didnât use mine instead. yours is almost out, pup.â you close your eye again, letting him continue his movements.
âjust want you to smell like me.â he mumbles, using one of his hands to grab a cup of water to let it slowly trickle down your head.
once all of the soap was washed from your hair, he took a small loofa and lathered it with body wash in the same scent. his touch was tender and affectionate, demonstrating his love and desire to take care of you. the warm water and his ministrations relaxed your tired muscles, melting away the stress of the day.
your back, shoulders, arms, and every part of your body was scrubbed lightly in a soothing rhythm that eased your body. it had been awhile since the both of you had the opportunity to have such an intimate moment together; basking in the comfortable silence in which so much love drowned the two of you.
moments like these made you feel so lucky to have seungmin with you, and the drive he had to pamper you showed that he felt the same way. he poured more water on you in little bursts, washing away all of the bubbles against your skin.
âare you ready to get out, pretty?â he leans his head around to place a kiss on your wet cheek.
âjust a little bit longer.â you rest your head back on one of his shoulders, eyes still closed shut.
âsounds like a plan.â
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Prompt lol
"Are you humping me?" "...maybe."
The good shit right here đ
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Most people would look at Eddie and assume that he was a slob. The townâs running theory about how he lived was close to that of a feral raccoon in a restaurant dumpster.
However, that could not be further from the truth. Eddie was messy - who wasnât at the best of times. But he was never dirty. He always made sure to do the dishes, hang up laundry and vacuum when needed.
Eddie âdomestic goddessâ Munson. Thatâs what you liked to call him while he dashed around doing chores because you showed up to his trailer too early.
There was something oddly attractive, almost sexy, about watching Eddie clean. He usually changed into comfortable clothes that he didnât mind getting wet. An old Slayer t-shirt and navy pyjama pants with one of the back pockets missing. The pyjamas hung low on his hips and shifted perfectly when he walked.
After a magnificent spaghetti and meatball dinner, Eddie insisted on doing the dishes because you were the guest. He always seemed to forget just how much time you actually spent at his.
With his back to you, Eddie hunched over the soap-filled sink. The muscles in his back moved as he scrubbed at the dried tomato sauce on the bowls. His hair was loosely tied back so he wouldnât need to keep shaking it out of his face.
The guy was obscene. And he was doing the dishes. It amazed you just how effortlessly alluring he was. Even in the most mundane moments, there were little flecks of saccharine intimacy.
The sweetness of the situation was comforting, and calming too. But you had a much better method of expressing just how much you appreciated his domestic efforts.
âBabe, can you bring the glasses over too?â Eddie asked, gesturing behind his back at you and the dinner table. You were already silently on the prowl towards him. He wouldnât suspect a thing.
âIâm gonna leave mine out. Need more lemonade.â You replied, keeping your voice quiet to imply distance as you closed in on your target.
âYou've had two glasses already! I only got like half of one because you had to take a leak-" Eddie was just about to turn around to point a soapy finger at you, but it was too late. You had launched your attack.
Your arms snaked around his waist as you pulled yourself impossibly close to his back. You reeled your hips back and started humping Eddie like some feral animal in heat. Exaggerated moans and groans were also included - it added an element of dramatic flare that he would no doubt appreciate.
"Are you humping me?" Eddie laughed, standing still and peering over his shoulder at you. He was glad that you could be such a little weirdo with him.
"...maybe." You did your best to imitate his sex noises - groans and a wonderful amount of whimpering. "You're so wet, couldn't help it." It wasn't a lie, his hands were dripping, and some of the water had gotten on his t-shirt.
"Uh-huh, all for you," Eddie whined, trying his best to imitate your sex noises. Douchebag that he was. "You wanna feel how wet I am?" was he actually getting off on this? He couldn't be.
Eddie wasn't getting turned on - well, at least not entirely. He had about a half-boner going. The moment that you started to slow down in your thrusts against his ass was when he struck. A pile of dish soap bubbles were pressed into your chest as Eddie cackled like some mischievous gremlin thing.
"God, you bitch!" You shrieked, swatting at Eddie as he continued to basically massage your boobs. The ulterior motives were all too clear.
"Yeah, call me that again. Fuck, I'm gonna cuuuuuum." He moaned and giggled, now humping at your thigh with a firm grip around your waist - you weren't going anywhere.
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Demon's Desire - Chapter Three: Lustful Wants
Summary: After getting your new wings from felix, who seemed to have left you quiet a lot of things in return. You stared to work on your list along with trying to get other things you'd normally get done but you also had another goal in mind, to find hyunjin and talk to him. Wanting to know how you got caught in that crash to begin with and see what his role was, also seeing how he is once the moon is out.
Word Count: 5.6k
Parts: Teaser, 01, 02
Tags: Demon AU, Demon royalty AU, demon chan, demon felix, demon lee know, demon seungmin, demon han, demon changbin, demon hyunjin, demon jeongin, unprotected sex, male reader, top stray kids with some switches, bottom reader, MDNI, talks or hell, torture, sexual things, possessiveness, obsessiveness, poly! stray kids, poly! chan, poly! felix, poly!hyunjin, Poly!changbin, poly!seungmin, Poly!i.n., Plly
Taglist: @felixneverbadd @gnusihcom @a-short-ass-disappointment
PS: please enjoy this teasing hyunjin who enjoys messing with you, but nonetheless, reminding you of what he could really do if he wanted to. But being more soft towards you durning the late hours of the night, I hope you're enjoying the series so far, Please feel free to ask for a spot in the taglist I promise I will add you into it so you can enjoy the many chapter to come, not sure how many but they will happen. Next in the list will either be Gluttony Changbin or a sloth Hannie just to throw in something a little extra please enjoy and tell me who do you think should be next.
With that being said I decidede to take another darker turn towards the end just a little surprise, sorry it took me a while but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless1
Filling my tub with warm water, bubbles and rose petals like I always do when taking a bath in the morning. Before I did any of that I made myself a drink, nothing too strong as of right now and set it next to the large sunken in tub with soft music playing the background to help me feel more relaxed then not. I grabbed a silk robe from my closet, usually the first one I see and hang it close to the tub with my towel for drying myself along with my bathroom vanity set up, with the wig from yesterday on the mannequin head for me to get ready for that process. I wanted to do that before I did anything else just to see if it was a lost cause or not and I just needed to take time with it and not rush into it. Taking off the rest of my clothes and setting them down to laundry hamper I kept in there near the tub but not close. My actual hair isn't that bad but if I can keep it up while I take a bath I do, and if not I just let it hang free while I do what I need to do and there's nothing wrong with that.
Slowly getting in I let out a relaxed sigh while slowly letting my back rest against the tub, closing my eyes while I let myself relax. This is all I truly wanted when coming home from work after so long. Just relax, eat somethingwhile watching a show and fall asleep hoping I'm not missing anything while getting ready to do more of a lot of things in the morning. All I wanted to do was this, grabbing my favorite bath sponge and soap I began scrubbing while being carerful of some spots, lookiong closely while I saw a small rose on my left side. It made me stop while I remember seeing the same one on felix, though it was intresting since mine was smaller then I think I could see what his was since it was still covered. It was going to be intresting to hide these during shows, makes me wonder what they would do if they saw those roses being covered just so I can keep my money up.
These men have everything in their hands, but I hate just taking it or being given that, I worked my way to get here. Even when I was constantly in pain and wanted to juist disappear and hope for the next life I would have loving people for my family who didn't want to make my life a living hell while I crawl my way to a palce they've been wanting to do for years yet lost. If I was going to get something, I was going to earn it no matter what any of them wanted to tell me or spoil me. I won't accept less or lowballs for it either. Getting out of the tub and letting out the water, I dried myself off with my towel and used my favorite lotion while making sure my face was cleaned since the makeup was ruined. Getting dressed in something casual for me to wear, it dind't matter to me, just as long as I felt comfortable in this moment right now I was ready to know this was going to be a while. Singing what I could just to get through this, having a steamer to get through this is my best friend for all of this. But the hair wasn't getting better, it wasn't the same anymore, I needed something new.
Maybe I can ask felix when I see him later if it's even possible but there's nothing else I could really do about it. Even after trying for hours to make sure I got everything since yet again I refused to just give up without making sure I could do something but not everything can be saved. There is no point on beating myself up over things I have no control over, that just makes everything harder to get through and I'm not here for it. I closed the wig in the bag it came with and looked at the other two felix had given me. One was the same as my last one, just a bit more sparkely then before. The other one was just as long and flowy, something I loved when getting wigs or even letitng my down my actual hair, but it was a dark blue, almost like a midnight blue to give out somethingâŚnew. It was like something emerging from the dark and capturing you're attention just to pull you back in the darkness and giving you an embrace that there was no getting out of. Maybe I could use this one for now, since I needed something new after a while.
I help the bag and walked out of the bathroom over to my closet, the large walk in closet with a wide range of everything. Looking through I knew I needed something casual now, the things I was wearing had some sliver strands stuck on it and I just wanted to get into something else. Maybe just a hoodie with some sweats, I should also just let my natural hair breathe for a while. Letting it down while changing into a comfortable hoodie before walking to my room, walking to my work desk where I tend to keep my credit card, notepad to make sure I tracked everything and knew how much I spent on one store, if I go to any. Sometimes If I know I could afford to spend enough I should be good to go on a shopping spree, maybe that's what I need after a long day, well the start of a second one I could feel it coming and man was I not ready and just really wanted to get things done and come back home just to relax. Though my bedroom needed more decore, it was looking boring still I'm getting done with it by now.
I mainly enjoyed walking since I didn't want to drive, my roadrage was too real and I knew I would hit someone in a road rage or I'd get chased and walking just seems a little bit moreâŚmanageable after this. Grabbing my small bag I walked towards the door, making sure all of my cards were in there along with some cash just in case. Making sure I had my room key I left and locked the door, tapping the card against the keypad twice to make sure it's locked entirely before walking back to the elevator, one thing I forgot to mention that was in here was my earbuds so I can stay focused on shopping and not have to worry about random people calling my name when I don't feel like talking to them and just stay focused on the things I need to do so I can go home earlier and feel more relaxed and not feeling like I was already doing entirely too much for one day. Slipping them on as I pressed teh main floor button, I just played a random song on my playlist and elft it on shufle while waiting to go down the entire way. Walking out and handing over my key before walking out of hte large black steel metal doors to get to the main sidewalk, turning right and just walking down to the main store close to me, wanting to get my food shopping done first instead of just ordering fast food or eating out. I wanted to cook my own food for tonight and call it good.
It wasn't that far, was it always crowded though? Yes, was I used to it by now? Kinda but not entirely either. Grabbing a shopping cart I began walking around, staying on the left side since this closer and knowing me I was going too carry this all home and give it all to a staff member who has access to all the rooms, and would set everything inside my room without a hitch. Should I have bothered Felix back at home? Maybe but I don't know the exact room number he's in since the door closed right as he started to walk pratically since this place also makes sure everyone is safe, especially those who pay for the higher rooms since those cost more to take care of, though they do treat the lower rooms the same since I used to stay there before getting a bigger room like the one I have now. Sure it would take longer sometimes but since they've been able to expand on a lot more things, every floor now has their own keepers to make things a lot more easier. Something I thought was smart to do because it meant no one would try to steal from the higher rooms and get in trouble for it so fair is fair if you ask me.
But overall it was fine, and I was taking my time and felt more relaxed while trying to plan these out. Looking at everything, I felt better knowing I wasn't using that much but overall it was considered a lot. Overall, with everything I had in my cart, I spent just about 58,000 won ($54) in total with everything in bags before walking back to the hotel. My head held up high and kept walking to the front desk, which was a little bit late since of the drag because of the bags, but I was able to hand them over and watch the people walk to the elevator, where I was surprised to see hyunjin leaving in the same outfit he had when he dropped me off here. I titled my head as he flashed me a smile while walking over to me, his smile never wavering as he got closer. âWell look what we have here, whatâs happening right here?â He stood close to me, looking down with his hands still in his pocket while I crossed my arms.
âDidn't feel like getting too dressed up on my day off, what are you doing here?â I asked him, watching him hum and walk around me for a while, almost like he was singing a song in his head anf feeling happy about it and just trying to feel himself. âI wanted to come see what Felix was doing since we have a lot to do tonight. I was about to leave and go to go shopping for some clothes, what were you about to do hm? Cook something and not give me a plate?â I felt my own eyes roll at that statement but I also had a smile on my face despite my efforts to try not to. âI usuaslly go window shopping unless I want something clothes wise, despite my outfit right now, why did you want to try and make up for confusing me when I left after we first met?â I poked a little bear, I could see it in his eyes that he was surpised just a little but and I wanted to keep smirking at the thought it but I didn't. I just kept looking at him while he got closer. I could tell he wanted to reach his arm out like he's been doing almost everytime we've met for now but he stopped himself and honestly I wanted to grab him and walk out since I could tell some people were trying to watch and be nosey about the bussiness that was happening right now but I kept my face as straight as I could.
But he surprised me because he got close enough and leaned down in my ear, his hands coming out of his pockets to hold my sides carefully. âYou're smartt babyboy and I like it, letâs talk more about that away from nosey ears, doesn't that sound like a smart idea?â I could only feel myself nod while fighting the urge to roll my eyes. He pulled away just a bit and once again wrapped his left arm around my waist, walking out of the lobby to find him with a different car. âBMW? This looks more pricey then the ones I see on the special events we tend to have.â âBecause it was custom made a while ago, thought I have her come out for a drive.â He opened the door and let me inside the backside, I didn't want to smile but I could feel myself smiling as I got in and looked at the black and wine red intieror. He knew what he liked and what looked good, I know some who just woudl've gone with the generic red but this was just the right kind of dark red that feel like a luxury to have. I can imagine the features he has for it as well but won't show it to me yet. âAnd don't worry about the drivers, I'mnot supposed to be telling you this so early but given how smart you are, I'm sure you can tell something about the drivers now can't you?â I looked over to him, watching him get in the car and closing the door while just leaning back in his seat, of course he didn't need a seatbelt. I guess overall I didnât need one either but I was used to wearing one everytime I got in a cab just to go anywhere. After all It made sure I somewhat survivedand didn't just go flying out of the car like a fly.
âI thought they were just good at their job and acting like they didn't hear anything as much?â He shook his head, leaning it to the left while humming. âTheir lifeless, we each have our own ones, a maxium of 15 just to throw peoeple off.â âDid you tell yours to get into a crash?â I raised a brow, almost ready to explode on him for getting me in this situation because I truly just wanted to go home and continue with my life and proabably laugh at my sister for making a scene if she ever did. âNo, our leader had that planned out, we just needed to bring one to the car and hoep he or she would be able to make it past the drinking phase. Usually they all burn from the inside out. I wasn't supposed to be there, since I would stand out but Sometimes I don't listen to him, he gets annoyed about it but there's not a lot he can do other then keep me back in the main house for a while till he thinks I've learned my lesson for not listening to him when he says no.â My mind was trying to put the pieces together again, because clearly I'm not supposed to know who this leader is, but by the looks of it he seems more focused on his friends well-being but making sure the rules are being listned to and not ignored to a point of disrespect.
âThe one in the middle? He looks terrifying almost when I met him.â Hyunjin has a habit of tilting his head slightly side to side I can see. Just from the way he's looking now, even when the driver is getting closer to the mall, I can see it from afar and by the looks of it, it's gonna be crowded all over again. Maybe I'll see some coworkers and we can either go on with the day or just talk. Sometimes we do butother times we see a lot of paying customers who used to get violent and try to keep ourselves hidden. Some are just weird but over all it's not my problem nor am I going to carry it like it is. âHe can be like that in public or when we have someone we like. For your case, it's to show that we may tell you stories of him being funny and whatnot, but he also wants you to know he has a say in a lot of things that even I can't cross him in. And there will be nothing that any of us could do about it. But, if he likes you slightly, he might go easy on you.â The car parked in front of the main mall entrance, we could see some people peaking while they were walking, hyunjin got out and held his hand out. I tilted my head before looking down and seeing that my outfit was changed.
I wasn't wearing my laid back clothes, instead I was wearing something more fitting for the mall but it was still loose and laid back. I had a black undershirt on with a large white buttoned up see-tihrough shirtthe buttons were slightly undone, only 3 tops ones were and I now had black slack pants with a sliver chain on my left pocket with a large hoop on the front pocket. The sneakers were a nice pick, I was compleletely fine with this one as well but it confused me while I got out and held his hand. âHow did you change my outfit? I was fully prepared to ignore people for judging my outfit.â His arm and hand went back to their favorite place while we walked to the entrance while we could slightly hear some whispers and still feel some of the stares coming from many angles.
âBecause I'm the type of person that would say something to cause a scene and then ruin their life. Besides think of it as helping getting used to your new life. The main people you have to worry about in public, is our leader obviously, lee know and changbin. Those three take no disrespect when it comes to things like this. And that's not for debate.â
âI'm really worth allof that for 8 men who just met me and decided I was the one?â
I watched him nod his head while we walked and looked around some. There was one outfit I knew Iwanted even if it was for formal events and those are something I rarely attend to unless some of the fancy richer people I know decide to invite me. Even when I know they just need something for me, I charge for that kind of serives because I'm not just going to allow it to happen without someone regretting about it very much.I think hyunjin was just letting me be the guide while he walked along with me. âThese are very high dresses, had a plan to attend something fancy outside of the bar now did you?â I could only shurg some while looking around. Slowly getting away from his wamring touch and looking at the racks before seeing a dark wine dress. âDepends onif any of you tend on inviting me to anything, Can't be surprised only to rely on someone to give me a backup. I like having my own options when we go out.â I would keep lookiong up to see his reaction to it since he seems like the type to enjoy spoiling someone he consideres to like, I have more questions for him, but with most of thios being in public it would draw attention and that would be the last thing I needed or wanted to deal with really.
âBesides look at this one, how could I say no to that?â I wanted to try and keep this conversation as normal as possible since I knew i'd be able to talk to him more later tonight. Even though it felt like it was so far from now, I knew that would be more of a better time since then we'd have no one else to worry about. I think he was able to catch onto my thinking or the fact that I really wanted to talk about something with him but it just wasn't coming out the way we wanted to. Since it would also make things a problem and it would be something none of us wanted to. But going back to the dress, it was more considered a mermaid style of a dress, a dark wine red color that would go well with any formal meetings or gatherings which I can only imagine that the men attened. There was a hand stitched design The top had that of a flower and stem design, left to your imagination of what kind of flower, I would say a rose since the color of the dress. The fabric felt like satin with a lace back style, something I knew I had the perfect boots for. Something I always enjoyed when getting dressed up was doing things like this, after all if I look good in a dress, why let my gender stop me from doing so? Even if my shoulders would show and I could probably tuck in the spaghetti straps on the dress to make it look like it was strapless, something I also liked when wearing something like it.
âWell now that you mentioned it, that girl you claimed to be related to when I picked you up.â Carefully putting the dress back on the rack, I looked over to him while he seemed to be looking at his own versions of a dress or even a suit to look for, since everything was close together and it all just overall seemed to look better. âThere is an event I was invited to, along with felix and some of the others, youâd get to meet our leader for sure. I was going to go alone, but if you want to go with me then we can go together?â I titled my head to the side being curious of it since I wanted to see what else he had to offer. âWell whatâs the attire? How classy or fancy do we have to dress up?â I could see the look in his eyes, he seemed to be happy and excited to be able to get something or the two of us and maybe even making something for the others to see and have something incorporated into the outfit of choice. âLet me surprise you, you can get anything else you wanted from here and I'll handle everything else.â
Hyubjin agreed to have us matching wth some outfits, I let him pickthe outfits from when we lwft and he would come and pikc me up at the time we needed to go, which would be around 7pm, since it was going to be a long drive to somewhere far away from the pearing eyes of those in the city. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be any security. There would be since everyone ahd to verify who they were and who they were going with. Hyunjin promised that he would talk to his leader and get things handled so I could attend with little to no worryandhe would pay for the ticket if he needed to. Which I was sure wa like pocket change for him since he could walk into a store and get things for free but he would still pay the workers mroe then they were getting in most cases since some people would be rude to them after he left. He dropped me off at home, saying he would send the outfit when he was able to get what he knew would be good while I did my makeup.
I didn't go too wild with my makeup, I wanted something simpy but it would still be straight to the point. I decided to stick with black and gold since it just felt right. I didn't want to do the same looks I do for shows, which is just any silver or platinum looks and I wanted to try something different so black and gold it is. The inners of my eyes were a bright gold that would sparkle in any form of light. The outer parts of my eyes faded to a black settled look. To me it was giving a smokey eyed look but I enjoyed it for myself. I added a winged eyeliner just to look more dramatic? In a way but I liked it, my hair was curled, even with it being small {Just in case the reader has short hair} The Sun was started to set when I heard my doorbell ring.
Walking over and opening the door, it was the gift sender from downstairs and held out teh box to me. Smiling to me as I thanked her and walked back inside, setting the box on table and slowly opening it. Gasping in shock as I slowly held it up, It was something I didn't expect from him, this must be a very important event for him to send me something like this. It was a straples dress with a large black flab around my chest area that had a long piece go down the back almost a veil but it was for the back, the front had black jewels with the left side showing the left side of my waist and thigh, but I would have something to cover things no one else was allowed to see. The jewels reminded me of soemthing reaching out like tree roots in the ground. I had just the best pair of heels for these along with a small bag. I got dressed and messed with my hair while making sure everything looked great. Putting on my black heels that had gold on the bottom with a small black bow on hte back and more black jewels on the front. Walking around ym closet I grabbed a small back pruse with a long black string. Inside I would have my favorite cologne, a matching black and gold fan with my favorite birthday cake chapstick with my clear yet sparkly lipgloss.
I almost felt mself wanting to grab my matching black goves just to have something but I felt like I was doing way too much with that so I decided against it, but I did add some black dangling earings with a simple gold necklace with two matching gold bracelets. Looking in the mirror, I looked something new but I was happy with it. I liked the way I looked, how every curse was hugged but it wasnât too tight or lose. Looking at my phone, because yes he made sure I had his number so I could surprise him instead of him waiting for me downstairs with felix since the two of them were going to ride together. I got the text that he was here and after maksing sure everything was locked, my phone was in my pocket. Double checking that everything was right and off, I left my room and locked it. Walking down the to elevator and walking past everyone on the main lobby, handing the front desk and handing over my key, smiling as I walked to the double doors and soon to the gates. Thanking those who looked at me before someone offered to open the gate and there I saw the two men waiting by the luxury limo.
Hyunjin wore a long sleeved white shirt, the shirt having flower and star shaped cutouts from the fabric itself with one long black glove that had a silver braclet. The black tight leather jeans had a black and gold belt around his waist but had some silver chains hanging from some of the belt loops, with the jeans covering the high boots he was wearing, at least I was guessing he was wearing those. He looked at me with a proud smile but he was also had a shokced look on his face while I walked closer. Looking over to felix, who had more of shocked face but was still happy to see me. He seemed to take more a prince look by his outfit. It was pure white, practically the same color as snow, no wonder we had so many people staring. Yet there was still some gold accents to it, the collar covering his neck had a gold stitched in flower with a gold chain going to his right shoulder. On the right side on the white pocket was a gold, I wantt to call it a button but its not. He did have gold buttons on it though, shinning with the light while the left side was covered with a matching clock. If I didn't know any better I would've assumed he was a prince with how he was dressed for such an event. And I can see why the place were going is going to be concsidered private from the public eye and we have to go out of town for it.
âNow Hyunjin look at this, you pratically incorporated everyones outfits into one dress for this handsome man, we're going to be late for this.â Felix wanted to say more, but people were talking and some were starting to pull out there phones to take vides or pictures. So all got into the black limo and comfortably sat as the limo drove off. âWell, minus the mob that was growing, thank you Felix, I told you I was going to try and blow people away.â âYou two looked like you came straight from a fairytale and decided to come look for a bride and decided on a male. You two canât say much when it comes to me.â I joked, seeing hyunjin act dramatically shocked, and felix starting to laugh. âGuessing by the fancy attire we all are wearing, this has to be something very important or something just to be yourself away from the public eye and trying to make the place free from people?â
I was sitting between the pair and could see them looking at each other. I almost wanted to say I could see a faint hint of green and red between the two of them, but I wasn't going to question yet. âWell, I would've explained that when you went to sleep tonight but giving how I've been with you pratcailly all day, you won't see me tonight, since you have to meet someone new to keep you on your toes. Me and felix have been too friendly with you, something out leader isn't too fond of thnking that we're favoring you and not giving you a fairchance. That being said the place that we're going to tonight is more of a close friend of ours, well a close group. They can tell you more then we can if they choose to, but always keep this in mind. If you see their captain, and trust me they make it well known who that is, but be careful of them. The two leaders are more resevered then the others are.â I titled my head while felix explained all of this to me. It was more of an eye opener and a reminder, I'm not a human anymore and there will be poeple that I run into that could either make my experience duriong this and some that could make me regret ever being here. Something I never thought to consider.
I have been more friendly and close with these two simply because Felix lives closer to me, and hyunjin seems to be more social and local in the places I tend to visit. I have 5 more people to meet, with one of them seemingly being the one who can either make a choice go through or put a stop to it quicker then any of us could blink with a snap of his finger. âYou won't like the later part of this event, something we al started to think about later beacuse at the end of it, you'll begin to see more demons and such and what some of us do, speak out about it if you choose to but rememebr this. Me and Felix can only do so much, if we get told no by those stronger then us and there's only one, there is nothing we can do to save you. And you won't like us for a while because of it.â
If I could leave the car I would, because Hyunjin made his eyes glow this mixture of pink and a dark purple while seeminly enjoying the fact that I was confused and slowly putting things together that I don't have much control over what happens. I was so caught up in being treated like nothing was different and not experiencing anything different from what I'm used to that the now reality that the places I could go won't have humans anymore and if I'm not careful something drastic could happen and there is very little some could do. I was staring at Hyunjin but felix seemed to keep his eyes more normal but I could swear I saw the undertone green at the bottom of his eyes. It was something some would have to pay very close attetnion to in order to notice it. But it overall seemed something for them to enjoy, makes sense as to why we're dressed up so fancy for it as well. And why we had to be so far away from people. âWhat happens at these events?â âCan't tell you that, it would ruin the fun of your reaction. Don't worry, you won't be phycailly hurt, but you will hate us for the next oh..couple days?â
We got to the place, stopping at the entrance where there were other luxury cars stopped in the large circle driveway that had those large water fountains in the middle. âDo try to remember, everything we've done was genuine, love.â
#fanfic#fantasy#gayness#stray kids x reader#stray kids x male reader#stray kids smut#straykids#felix#bang chan#seungmin#lee know#han jisung#changbin#hyunjin#jeongin#kpop imagines#kpop x male reader#kpop x male reader smut#demon au#royalty au#sin au
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Scrubber Girl
Media Artful Dogder
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating Flirty AF
first fic post show release for Jack Dawkins!
I would like to formally welcome him to the roasta and thank everyone involved in artful dodger!
I hummed myself a gentle tune as I folded laundry away into the upper cupboard when suddenly this smell, this stench! this utter aporance! met my nose.Â
"Ohh my-" I gasped turning to see if I could see what on earth had happened only to see a strange sight indeed.Â
As Resisdent Dr Jack Dawkins came trudging up the stairs dressed in his shoes, socks, his undergarments and a dirty old coat, with a look of anger and frustration his body coated with dirt, blood and... frankly I didn't want to know what else. His whole body stank enough I could smell him before he even reached the top of the stairs.
I met his angry eyes, then his... undergarments utterly in shock grabbing a yet folded sheet to hold over my eyes
"ahhh goodness gracious! Dr Dawkins!" I yelped "What on earth happened?"
"Don't ask." He snapped heading to his room,Â
I quickly finished the laundry and took my dress in hand to scamper along behind him to his room quickly going in before he stopped meÂ
"What on earth happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it"Â
"Alright, You need a bath. You utterly reek"
"I'm fine" he said stripping the jacket off and washing his face from the basin by his bed
"Jack you need a bath."Â
"I'll deal with it in the morning Y/n I know you trying to help but It's been a long day I just want to get to bed."Â
"I just clean those sheets jack, No absolutely not." I said moving to stand in front of his wardrobe to prevent him from getting clean clothes
"Y/n."
"I will ask you nicely once Jack, and I will ask you rather bluntly a second time. Do not make me ask you a third." I glaredÂ
He rolled his eyes "Run me a bath."Â
"Thank you, I will add some extra bubbles just for you" I smiled going to scamper away to run him a bath but he grabbed my arm "Yes?" I asked his response like normal was to merely rub his nose on mine "Not on your life while you're smelling like that doctor. Once your bath is finished I will consider it" I told him before I hurried down to the bathroom running the large tub with a nice fresh bar of soap, some fluffy towels and extra bubbles and soon enough he arrived wrapped up in his jacket with a fresh set of clothes "You're bath awaits you, Dr Dawkins"Â
"Thank you y/n."Â
"You're welcome, now come on let's get rid of that horrid... whatever it is." I told himÂ
He smiled and stripped off what remained of his clothes before climbing into the tub "Ahhh hot,"
"if its not hot your not clean" I giggled "Enjoy your bath" I smiled going to leave but he grabbed my arm and tugged me back "Yes?"
His response was to lean on the side and give me puppy eyesÂ
"Alright" I rolled my eyes sitting on the edge "What on God's green earth is in your hair?" I askedÂ
"You don't wanna know" he sighed relaxing a littleÂ
"I worry about you sometimes." I sighed picking up a rag from the side getting a good rub of soap and starting on his matted hair filled with chunks of... ehhh I don't wanna know "You get into another fight again?"
"No."
"You trip over the surgery waste bucket again?"
"No. And I can do it myself you know" He poutedÂ
"Alright I'll go" I laughed trying to get up and leave but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back
"Ohh no you don't" He smirked tugging me back so much I almost fell in his bath with himÂ
"Jack let me go!" I giggledÂ
"How am I ever meant to get clean without my little scrubber" He smirkedÂ
"Jack!" I giggled pushing him off before he really did pull me in his bath with him "Not while you still covered in... Ohh my- Is this flesh in your hair! How- what- when-"
"I told you, you didn't want to know."Â
"Let me guess some crack pot scheme of you boys downstairs gone horribly wrong?" I asked having to work a bit harder now I knew what it all was getting the good scrubbing brushÂ
"More or less" He shrugged "While your at it scrubber girl I have a terrible itch on my back" He complained arching his back so I could use my long scrubberÂ
"I protest to being labelled your scrubber girl" I complain playfully but still decently hitting him on the head with the wooden steam of the scrubberÂ
"Owww" He complained "Sorry scrubber girl"
"One of these days, your going to call me that and I'm going to push this scrubber slightly further down and end up shoving it right up your arse. Like to see your quick fingers get you out of that"
"You'd be amazed what my quick fingers can do" he smirked "I suppose you wouldn't be surprised. Would you scrubber girl?" He smirked leaning back to playfully wink at meÂ
"You want me to hit you again? cause I'll do it. and it'll be much harder."
"not the only thing getting harder." he smirkedÂ
"Okay. You asked for it." I glared fetching the hard brush the one often used for the bottom of your feet, calus hands and stubborn merky mud. I dabbed a bit of soap and before he could argue or protest I shoved the brush down his chest until I met his crotch and scrubbed like I was cleaning off old boots to which he squealed like a nine-year-old girl has lost her dolly and immediately he scampered himself to the other end of the bath sheepishly holding his legs to his chest
"No." He warned "Noo. put the brush down."
"I'm not sure, a scrubber girl needs to scrub" I giggled jumping to the other side and trying to get him again but he again moved in fearÂ
"ahh no! no. okay... I apologise." He said, "Just put the brush down."
"Alright," I giggled setting the brush down "What am I?" I askedÂ
"My scrubber girl" he smirkedÂ
"Jack," I warn going to pick it up again
"Alright! Alright, Your y/n. my very sweet little laundry girl." he smiled moving over to be close to me leaning on the tub a little "Not the scrubber girl"
"That's better" I smiled fixing his hair a little and giving his lips a soft gentle kiss he tried for more But I pulled backÂ
"Would my lovely laundry girl like to join me?" He suggested
"After what's just come off your body Jack you have more chance of getting the virgin Mary herself coming through that door to give you blow job"Â
"I mean... you can empty it and re-run it if you feel that strongly about it"
"Just put some pants on Jack before I really do shove that scrubbing brush up your arse" I warn getting up and throwing him a towel to it hit him in the face
"Thank you-" He sighedÂ
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YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE
| CHAPTER ONE
a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.
word count; 4,521 summary; lord sirius is visiting the castle! the princess is more than enthusiastic to see her dear friend again but brunch doesn't go quite the way she planned, and now all she wants is to disappear, to run away and leave everything behind. remus belongs nowhere-- the forest is all he has ever known.
so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...
 âForgive me, your highness, but itâs time to wake up!â
 She stirred in her sleep and groaned as Marlene drew the curtains away from the windows of her bedroom, sunlight spilling like an egg yolk inside the room. She squeezed her eyelids shut and dug her knuckles into them until she saw stars, arching her back off of the bed, feeling the delicious crack of her bones. âIs Lord Sirius here already?â The princess asked, her voice thick with sleep. She hoisted herself up into a sitting position, lids barely open as she found Marleneâs figure across the room, the midnight blue dress she had requested the night before draped over her arm.Â
 âNot yet, as far as I know,â Marlene replied. âBut soon. I insist, princess, you must get up now. We simply donât have a second to waste. Iâve already drawn you a bath.â She grumbled as Marlene ripped the comforter off of her, her head lolling forward until the top of her head was flush against the mattress. âWhat happened to quiet, shy Marlene from last night?â The princess mumbled, hesitantly swinging her legs over the side of the bed, groaning as her feet met the floor below.Â
 âYou told me to stop acting like that, remember, princess?â
 She narrowed her eyes over at Marlene where she stood by the vanity, taking stock of everything she needed. âHmph,â she huffed as she rose to her feet, stumbling over to the restroom where Marlene had drawn her a bath already, a towel neatly folded on a stool beside it. With half a mind, she slowly stripped herself of her nightgown, stepping into the burning hot water, hissing as she slowly sunk further in until her bum hit the bottom of the tub.Â
 âWill you wear your hair down or in an updo today?â Marlene asked as the princess scrubbed her body, her skin white as she lathered herself with soap. âDown, if you will, Marls,â she replied simply, pouring water over her head, the bubbles sliding off her flesh. Her skin smelled of olive oil and a hint of lime, her hair like sage and thyme and at last, she was done, rising from the tub.
 She leaned over to grab her towel and wrap it around her body, and Marlene rushed over to the tub to take a hold of the princessâ hand, guiding her safely down to the floor. The princess willed herself to suppress her laugh as the handmaiden led her back behind the dressing screen where she slipped on her undergarments, Marlene practically shoving her into a corset.Â
 The princess hissed as the handmaiden began to tighten and lace it, Marlene furrowing her eyebrows in apology. âSo sorry princess,â she said as she laced the corset even tighter, until the seams were practically busting. The princess coughed, her teeth sinking down into the flesh of her bottom lip to help ease the discomfort. âNo matter,â she sighed as Marlene grabbed the midnight blue dress draped over the top of the screen, rolling the skirt until the head was visible. âNothing Iâm not used to.â
 Finally, the dress was down over her head and Marlene made quick work of tugging it down the remainder of her body, tugging at the skirt until it laid on her hips perfectly. The princess blinked down at the dress before up at Marlene as the handmaiden stepped away, eyeing the fabric for any wrinkles she may have missed.Â
 âSo?â The princess spoke up, tilting her head at Marlene. âI trust I look pretty and comfortable?â The handmaiden pressed her lips together to stifle her snicker and nodded, âas always, highness.â
 Her lips curved into a grin as she followed Marlene to the vanity, sighing as she plopped down onto the stool, letting her handmaiden pull and tug at her hair and batter her face in as much makeup as she desired. As she was putting on the finishing touches to the princessâ makeup, three knocks rapped on the outside of the bedroom door and she glanced over at it from the corners of her eyes, sighing.Â
 âPeter, no doubt,â she mumbled, âcome in!â
 The door swung open and, really to no oneâs surprise, in came Peter, eyeing the pocket watch in his hand. âYou, your highness, have approximately five minutes before your father expects you to be down in the dining hall for brunch. Unfortunately, he asked that I escort you down there today.â
 She narrowed her eyes over at Peter as Marlene dabbed a little more blush to her nose and held her chin as she fought the urge to sneeze. âYou always escort me, Peter,â she replied while Marlene stepped out of the way to allow her to gaze at herself in the mirror.Â
 âYes, and every time is more unfortunate than the last,â she watched Peter sigh and stuff his pocket watch into his coat through the mirror.Â
 She rolled her eyes, âcharming.â
 She turned back to face herself in the mirror, eyeing the way her hair curled, the way the corset of her dress squeezed her waist so tight, her bosoms had no choice but to press against the neckline of her gown. Marlene clasped a golden chain around her neck and her gaze ventured down to the dark pendant resting just below the space between her collarbones. It was a gift from Lord Sirius, she recalled, from the very first day they had met only a few years before when she was the age of sixteen and Sirius eighteen. He had officially become a Lord then, and despite it being his day, still insisted the royal princess be given the necklace. The corners of her mouth twitched at the memory. âAre you alright, highness?â Marlene asked from beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder to help stir her from her daze. The princess clasped her hand around the pendant, her pad of her thumb soothing over the obsidian as she nodded, glancing up at the handmaiden.
 âThree minutes, highness,â Peterâs voice cut through the moment like a knife and her expression deflated again, turning around on the stool to face him. âLord Sirius is waiting, may I remind you.â
 Her smile was quick to return to her lips. âWell, why didnât you say so!â The princess exclaimed, practically leaping from her seat as she ambled towards the door, grasping the handle and swinging it open. She could hear Peter call her name as she lifted her dress and jogged down the corridor, peering back over her shoulder as Peter scrambled after her, Marlene on his left. âSlow down!â Peter called after her as she made her way down the staircase, nearly losing her balance on the skirt of her gown had it not been for Marlene clutching her elbow, allowing her to stumble into the railing.
 âCareful, princess!â Marlene hissed. âI didnât spend all that time prettying you up for you to fall straight onto your face!âÂ
 She giggled and gripped the railing, walking the rest of the way down the staircase. âSorry Marlene.â
 âSorry Marâ how about sorry Peter!â Peter hissed behind them as he finally clambered down the stairs, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. âHere I amâ just doing my job! Why must you be so insolentâŚâ
 âOh, but Peter! Were you not the one trying to rush me?â She asked as they approached the dining hall, turning around to face him, her arms crossed over her chest. âYou wouldnât want to displease mother and father now, would you?â She laced her fingers together behind her back and grinned at the Royal Advisor as he sneered, stepping past her to push open the doors to the dining hall. âPrincesses,â she just caught him muttering beneath his breath before following close behind, her parents and Sirius talking ahead.Â
 Her smile widened when Sirius turned, dark gaze swift to catch hers, his lips curling into his own grin. âYour highness!â He exclaimed as she approached, a hand behind his back as with his other, he gingerly took her hand, bowing and placing a kiss to the back of it. âAlways a pleasure to make your acquaintance.â
 Her eyes rolled at the formalities, a knowing glint in his eyes of dark obsidian when he lifted his chin. âYou look beautiful. And what a pretty necklace,â he commented as she slipped her hand away from his, exhaling a laugh through her nostrils. âIt was a gift from a dear friend. And you look very dashing. What shade of black are you wearing this time, Lord Sirius?â Sirius tipped his head back to laugh at this as her parents approached, her motherâs arm draped around her fatherâs.Â
 âNearly late, my dear,â the King said as she approached, rolling onto the tips of her toes to press a kiss to her fatherâs cheek. She furrowed her brow, ânot quite. Peter made sure I was right on time, isnât that right?â She turned towards where Peter stood to the side of the hall, his lips twisted in a tight-lipped grin to mask the sneer twitching at his lips. âOf course, highness,â he bowed his head, an eyelid narrowing in spite of the princess.Â
 âYes, well, I do suppose youâre hungry then? Iâve had Tobias make our famous meat stew for us today,â the Queen gestured towards the grand dining table, following close behind her husband as they circled around the table, finding their seats. Sirius stepped aside to allow the princess before him and her face illuminated with a soft grin as she ambled past, the Lord close behind. Before she could settle herself in her seat beside her father, Sirius reached out and closed his hand around the back of her chair, bowing his head when she turned to face him.Â
 âAllow me, your highness,â he insisted and when she cocked an eyebrow at him, he flashed an eyelid in a wink, the corners of his lips twitching in an amused grin. She rolled her eyes as she bowed her head, murmuring her gratitude, voice laced in sarcasm. They both settled themselves in their seats as the royal house elves began placing down plates and silverware whilst she folded a handkerchief in her lap. An elf poured red wine in her fatherâs goblet and the King eyed Lord Sirius from over the rim of the cup.Â
 âLord Sirius, tell me,â her father began as a house elf placed a bowl of meat stew before her. âHow is the trade?â
 She deflated at the topic of discussion, glancing over at Sirius as he spoke to her father. It had been awhile since she last saw him, a few months, at least. He hadnât changed much, perhaps other than his raven black hair must have gotten longer. But when she looked closer, he seemed⌠tired, evident from the faint but somewhat visible circles beneath his eyes. It certainly didnât take any away from his charming glow, no, he was still, in fact, as handsome as ever. Perhaps he just had a rough night, she thought to herself. Perhaps it was best not to ask.Â
 Sirius mustâve felt her gaze on his pale skin, for he took almost every chance he could get to sneak glances her way, his lips twitching in levity as he listened to the King rant on and on about trade and merchants and whatnot. Quite frankly, she couldnât find it within herself to care about anything her father saidâ she missed her friend, she missed Sirius. She was absolutely itching to finally get to talk to him again.
 A silence fell over the table for a fleeting moment and she turned away from Sirius to face her parents, her motherâs hand on her fatherâs arm, their lips unmoving but their connected gaze communicating every unspoken word. She furrowed her brow at this, wiping her lips with her handkerchief, her heart suddenly lurching in her chest. If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that silence was never good.
 âShould we tell him, dear?â Her mother finally murmured close to her fatherâs ear and somehow, she seemed to already know the direction the conversation was about to take. The King shifted in his seat and set his goblet back down onto the table, a soft grin on his lips as he looked from his daughter back to Sirius.
 âLord Sirius, it is to my understanding that you have met King Fleamont and his son James, yes?â Her father inquired, cocking an eyebrow as he awaited a response. Suddenly, she didnât seem to have much of an appetite. Her gaze fell to her lap and as Sirius shifted in his seat, she snuck a glimpse over to the man beside her. âYes, your majesty,â Sirius replied, a brow raised quizzically. âTell me, what do you make of them?â The King asked and she shuddered in her seat, her skin feeling hot like wax.Â
 Why would he bring her betrothal up now of all times?
 A silence loomed once again as Sirius pondered his reply, his tongue swiping over his teeth as he eyed the bowl of near empty stew before him. He could sense the princessâ sudden discomfort but alas, as much as he wanted to change the subject for his dear friendâs sake, he and she both knew it would do neither of them well to ignore the King.
 âTheyâre good people,â he finally replied, nodding his head. âWealthy. Powerful.â
 This seemed to please her father and she fiddled with her fingers in her lap as he hummed, leaning back in his seat. âIt pleases me to hear that,â he replied, Siriusâ addled expression certainly not going unnoticed. âI ask you this, Lord Sirius, because your family has been dear friends to ours for generations, and I do believe in your better judgment.â
 Sirius nodded along, still somewhat confused but silent, anxiously waiting for the King to continue. The princessâ heart was thundering in her ears now and her chest burned, as if sheâd been kissed by flames. She really did not like where the conversation was going now.Â
 âIâve accepted King Fleamontâs proposal to wed the princess to Prince James, you see.â
 She exhaled the breath she hadnât even realized sheâd been holding in, suddenly feeling the meat stew and wine bubbling in acid at her throat. She felt like sheâd been set aflame, like she was the lava oozing over the mouth of a volcano. She wanted to move, she wanted to leave, she wanted to run.
 But her legs wouldnât move. She was frozen, glued, stuck to her seat.Â
 Sirius tried to mask his surprise, sneaking a swift glance down to the princess, able to sense her nerves just by the way she breathed, the way she seemed frozen still.Â
 âYouâve⌠accepted, already?â Sirius stammered out, clearing his throat and hoping to play his apprehension off. He looked between the King and the Queen as they both shared glances, their daughterâs behavior certainly not going unnoticed yet, neither of them made any move to comfort her. It made Sirius almost tremble in angerâ he knew better than to think theyâd care for her, this was technically her destiny, after all.Â
 But was it fair? Sirius wasnât so sure.Â
 âYes, the prince should be arriving in two to three daysâ time,â the King continued, scooping his goblet back up in his hand, taking a swig of wine. âHeâll be staying in the castle for a few weeks and I do hope youâre able to stop by every so often, Iâm sure he could use a friend, someone he already knows.â
 He was speaking as if she werenât there, as if her mind wasnât feeling, her heart drumming so fast sheâd fear it was prone to explode at any given moment. Of course sheâd heard of her betrothal in passing but to hear it now, to hear her parents speak of it so casually, to think that they have made their own decision without having so much as a word with her⌠she wished she could disappear, she wished she could be anywhere but here.Â
 She turned her head, glancing over at Sirius as he cleared his throat, catching her gaze for a brief moment before turning to acknowledge the King once again. He pressed his lips together and hummed, âof course, your majesty,â he replied. âAlso, I think you ought to know, I recall the prince particularly fancying lamb.â
 He was trying to change the subject, for the princessâ sake, of course. Fortunately, the Queen took the bait and began interrogating him over everything the prince fancies or doesnât fancy or what he thinks the prince might come to fancy, meanwhile the princess was still trying to anchor herself down to the conversation at hand. She was doing her best to make it seem like she was there even if she was, in fact, not. The dining hall seemed to fade away, her mother, her father, Peter, Marlene, Sirius, everyone along with it. Siriusâ attempt at changing the topic of discussion became nothing more than a mere background murmur, her vision blurring to watercolor.Â
 All she wanted was for brunch to be over, to speak to Sirius and Sirius alone. She wasnât sure how much longer she could take sitting here, having marriage beat into her head before her tears slipped down her cheeks, ruining the makeup she knew Marlene worked so hard on. She couldnât take one of her motherâs lectures either about how princesses shouldnât cry, how she was ridiculous and stupid for being so upset over marriage. How she should feel proud, honored that such a well-off, handsome young prince was her betrothed.Â
 All she wished to do now was curl into a ball, even willing the very chair she sat on to absorb her until she was nothing. Disappearing was better than having to exist in a world that has already written her destiny for her, she supposed.Â
 The princess sniffled as the King and Queen rose from their seats, turning to speak to Tobias, one of the many royal house elves and the main chef. Sirius was swift to seize the moment, reaching for her hand beneath the table and sliding his fingers into her closed fist, the pad of his thumb soothing over her skin.Â
 âAre you alright?â He asked in a soft murmur and she pressed her lips together, willing her weeping to remain lodged in her throat, her body trembling with the effort. She couldnât reply, for if she opened her lips, she would most certainly break into a fit of loud, violent sobs. So, instead, her tears fell silently in river streams down her cheeks, her head shaking in response.Â
 Sirius glanced up to where the King and Queen stood with Tobias and Peter, their backs all turned to the two who remained at the table. Marlene was standing off in the corner of the room, trying to make it seem like she wasnât watching the Lord and the princess. Sirius wouldnât have minded if she wasâ all he cared about was his dear friend. His free arm wrapped itself around her shoulders and pulled her quivering body against him, briefly maneuvering his hand out of hers to wipe at her tears with the back of his knuckles.Â
 âThere, there,â he whispered as he let her squeeze his hand again, inhaling deep through her nose, doing her best to gather her composure.Â
 âI canât do this, Sirius,â she hardly managed to whimper, her lips trembling. âI donât⌠I donât want this.â
 His hand gripped her shoulder as she sniffed again, dabbing at her under eyes with her handkerchief, praying to whoever it was above that she still looked presentable. Sirius pulled away when the King turned to address him again and the princess blinked away all the tears she could as she rose from her seat, standing beside him.Â
 Marlene rushed towards the princess as Sirius quickly divided the King and Queenâs attention away from their daughter, an arm wrapped around her shoulders where Siriusâ had been, using her handkerchief to dab at the smeared makeup on her cheeks. âYour highnessâŚâ she murmured, the princess sniffing, furiously rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks.Â
 âThis isnât going to happen, Marls,â she whispered. âI wonât let it.â
 Remusâ bones cracked and ached as he stirred awake, a soft grunt slipping between his lips and his eyelids squeezed together, the sunlight pouring inside the room straining his eyes. It was well past morningâ that much Remus could gather, which wasnât uncommon after waking up from a night of great pain.Â
 He laid there for a number staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could lie around in bed all day, wallowing in his own pity. But his father would be wondering where he was, he supposed, and he never wanted to seem like he was intruding on Sirius or taking advantage of his friend.Â
 So, despite his creaking bones and aching limbs, he pushed his way onto his elbows, hissing through his teeth as he managed himself up into a sitting position. He paused for a moment to gather himself, blinking the rest of the sleep away from his eyes while his mouth parted in a yawn. He rolled his neck as he swung his throbbing legs over the side of the mattress, stumbling onto his feet and tidying the bed to the best of his ability. Â
 He strode up to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, running his fingers through the wild mess of unkempt brown locks atop his head, his mind still a foggy haze from sleep. He didnât loiter much longer, staying long enough to fix his coat back on his shoulders, pawing at the sleeves as he crept his way down the steps of the home and towards the back door. Heâd grown used to this routine, Siriusâ house always his haven when he had transformation-related pain, never wanting to burden his father more than he already had.Â
 The sun gleamed down at him as Remus stepped out onto the street, its light kissing his skin and making his eyes narrow. He breathed the autumn chill in, his lungs full of crisp air and burning like tree bark. His house was on the other side of the villageâ the poor side, to put it bluntly, of course. Before meeting Siriusâ which was completely by chance, for the recordâ Remus never dared set foot on this side of town, never dared even look at this part of the village. He was bitter then and admittedly, still bitter now. How could some be so well off and comfortable when there were others hardly getting by, hardly even living at all?
 He assumed all people of wealth were snobs, that they sneered at the mere thought of the less fortunate ones. Which was why it came as a total shock when he met Sirius to learn that he was a Lord, one of the wealthiest in the village, in fact, and that he was so close to the royal family. It wouldâve been enough to make Remus wrinkle his nose in disgust and wish to never see him againâ which was why he was so surprised when he realized that he didnât push Sirius away.Â
 Remus huffed as he turned down his street, his dingy, little house one of the many on the poor, beaten-down road. He passed by many of his neighbors, sparing them not even so much as a glance as he padded up to his front doorâ which was leaning to the side and falling off its hinges. Carefully, he twisted the knob and pushed open the wooden door, its creak permeating the small room he had no other choice but to call home.Â
 âRemus?â A low, husky voice called from the other side of the room where Lyall Lupin sat in a rickety old wooden rocking chair, his fingernails burrowing further in the divets theyâd already created in the arm rests. âIs that you?â
 âYes, father,â Remus replied as the door slammed shut behind him, its bang loud and scattering dust. âWhere have you been?â Lyall questioned as Remus shuffled his feet towards the paper thin mattress he called a bed, its size not nearly big enough to hold his long legs. âYou didnât come home at all last night.â
 Remus cupped a hand on the back of his neck and rolled his head, lips falling agape in a soft sigh at the delicious crack of his bones. âIâm fine, dad,â he responded, reaching for his knapsack tucked away in the corner behind his bed. âI was just out⌠thinking.â
 Of course his father appeared skeptical of this, his mustache twitching as he twisted his lips and narrowed his eyes over at his son. âYouâre not hurting again, are you?â Lyall asked. âThe full moon isnât for another couple of weeks, you shouldnât beââ
 âI said Iâm fine, dad!â Remusâ voice thundered and shook the walls of their home and he sighed, dropping his head as he shouldered his oversized coat back onto his frame. âIâm not a child anymore, you donât have to worry about me.â
 Lyallâs teeth chewed at the inside of his lip as he pondered what to say next, his tongue twisting in his mouth. âYou are my son, Remus. My duty as your father is to worry about you,â he began. âYour motherâ your mother, she⌠sheââ
 Remus was like the frayed end of a rope as a flame rolled down the length, at the end of his limit and ready to pop. He wasnât sure if it was his transformation pushing him to his limit or if he was just tired, but all he knew was that he couldnât take it anymore, squeezing his eyelids shut before turning on his father, skin hot and blaring with frustration.Â
 âMumâs not here anymore, dad! When will you open your eyes and see that?â He practically roared, the walls shaking with the aftershocks of his fervor and Lyallâs lips snapped back closed. His fatherâs lids were blown wide, his fingers were rolled into his palms, his bottom lip was quivering, and his chest was heaving with his irregular breathingâ in Remusâ eyes, this was fear.Â
 His father was afraid of him.Â
 And once again, Remus was reminded of how much of a burden he was to everyone he knew.Â
 Neither Remus nor Lyall said anything more as the former turned on his heels to make his way back towards the creaking door, a shaking hand tugging it wide open and letting it fall shut behind him as he stepped back out onto the street, uncaring if it fell straight off its hinges. He couldnât be here, not at his home, not in this village, anywhere. He needed to be aloneâ so he went to the only place he knew.Â
 Remus maneuvered his way between crumbling buildings and withered handcarts as he ventured further into the outskirts of town where the forest outstretched its arms at the sight of him, welcoming him into its embrace.Â
a/n; i'm sorry the first chapter was rather uneventful but i can say with certainty that the next chapter will be where all the fun begins :) i still hope you were able to enjoy chapter one and i thank you all for your support on the prologue, it makes me so happy to see you guys already feeling hype for this story! i certainly hope i won't let you down :) and remember to fill out the taglist form in my pinned post if you'd like to be added to this series' taglist!
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hi. idk if youâd be down to take it on but i would really like some gentle smut or just some fluff with daryl x fem!reader. him taking care of her in whatever way you see fit.
my mental health has taken a beating this week and sometimes i like to pretend heâd take care of me in his dixon sorta way.
if not, thatâs absolutely okay. thank you regardless. âĄ
Iâm sorry your mental health has been tough on you lately, baby. Iâm honoured if my blog can act as an outlet to escape for a little while <3
I went with fluff/comfort because Iâm just in that kinda mood so⌠enjoy sweetheart (and feel free to check out @daenysx and @writella for some soft/gentle smut as well)
Wiping your runny nose with your sleeve, you take a few deep breaths and attempt to compose yourself. Knowing that Daryl would be home any minute now. You didnât feel like being questioned about your tears. Rolling your sleeves up, you dip your hands into the hot soapy water, grabbing the nearest plate and getting to work on it. Using the sponge in your other hand to scrub the porcelain a borderline excessive amount. Rinsing the dish off under a cooler stream, watching all the bubbles swirl down the drain, before placing it on a clean towel, laid out on the counter.
You hear the front door open and close. Taking a deep breath you try to calm yourself even further before the man sees your glossy eyes and flushed face.
You grab a glass and begin cleaning the rim, then the inside, twisting the sponge in order to reach the bottom of the cup.
Within a minute, you feel strong, leather covered arms wrap around your waist, as Daryl rests his chin you your shoulder. You let out an involuntary sigh at his touch. So warm and comforting. Something youâd been craving all day.
His beard tickles your skin as he presses sweet kisses down your neck.
Finally, after the cup is rinsed and placed alongside the other clean dishes, you turn slightly to press a kiss to his lips.
Immediately he notices your slightly disheveled state, though he refrains from reacting too harshly.
âYou wanna talk about it?â He asks, reaching up and swiping a thumb over your cheek.
You shake your head, feeling the tears starting to well once again.
âHey, sweetie, câmhere,â he spins you around and tucks your head into his chest, as your arms find themselves snaking under his jacket and pulling him in close. âLet me finish these.â
You look up at him to thank him, and notice a shiner on his right eye that definitely wasnât there before he left the house that morning.
âDareâŚâ
âItâs nothinâ,â he insists, way too focused on you to even start to explain the day he just had.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head.
âLetâs go for a walk. You can tell me about your day, then Iâll tell you about mine. And we can see whoâs is worse.â He jokes and you stifle a wet laugh into his chest.
âGoing by the state of your face, Iâm putting my money on yours.â You mumble.
He huffs an amused breath and tips your chin up to kiss you once more. Soft and slow and everything you need. He grabs your hands and starts tugging you towards the porch, leaving the dishes for when the two of you get back and he has you smiling and laughing instead.
âCome with me and youâll find out.â
#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon#daryl fanfiction#Daryl fluff#daryl imagines#daryl daydream#daryl x reader#daryl dixon x reader#Daryl Drabble#tâs daydreams <3
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(Runs in, throws post in your face and runs back into the void. Plot bunnies chasing after me)
How many times will you watch it Fall young warrior?Â
As many times as it takes to leave this place.
.
.
.
She watched him mutter as he meandered through the town.Â
"Finish the temple..obtain...speak to...reset everything."Â
He seemed to become more and more erratic after the first 3 days.Â
 He kept muttering to himself in a way that made it sound like gibberish. Barely acknowledged her. (Though to be fair she deserved it for helping Skull kid steal from him) Yet the very first day he arrived, he walked around aimlessly as if in a daze. It looked as if something was wrong with him.
 (Perhaps being turned into a Deku scrub affected him more than she thought?)Â
Then on day 2 she saw him standing out near the Laundry pool for most of the afternoon, staring up at the clouded sky with an empty expression on his face.Â
 She had never seen a stranger looking so lost before, let alone a kid. She couldn't help it; she felt bad.Â
So on day 3, she tried to talk to him, tried to distract herself from her nerves, distance herself from the nearing moon and trembling grounds. She barely pulled him out of his strange trance at times and have him look at her.Â
Any words she had wanted to say shriveled away when he looked at her with such sad yellow eyes. "Um, I-" she started, but she would trail off as he kept staring at her, before slowly continuing his dazed walk.Â
She watched as he found a stray fairy and healed the great fairy in North Clock Town, gaining the blessing of magic from her.
She didn't say a word on the third day as the boy turned Deku scrub took slow steps towards the stairs that led up to the top of the tower.Â
She kept a brave face as they confronted Skull Kid, allowing her anger to boost her confidence when he hurt her brother, yet panic swept through her as he used the mask's powers to begin the moon's collapse.
Yet the green clad boy didn't panic.Â
He just used a Bubble Blast to knock the Ocarina out of Skull Kid's hands, scooped it up, and summoned up pipes to play.
She wanted to ask what he was even thinking (how could he play music at a time like this?)Â
But light filled her vision as he played the final note. Felt this sense of weightlessness that could only come from falling, and suddenly, she was staring at the now distant moon, the busy workers continuing their construction.
 She was in the past. Back to the first day of their arrival. Her gaze swept through the area, trying to find an answer as to what had happened.Â
Has it been a dream? No, her heart was still racing, she could not have dreamt something so frightening.Â
And Link? He merely turns his back to the town and pushes through the doors behind him and makes his way inside the tower.Â
"H-Hey!"Â
Tatl rushed after him as he approached the ever grinning merchant.Â
----
(The Gods have use for you still, young warrior. Yet despite heeding their call, you walk a path that they are utterly blind to.)
Let them continue to be blind. Their arrogance will only benefit me and mine.Â
(Such confidence, or is that not arrogance as well? What is the difference between you and the Gods?)
I'm willing to be beaten down if it means never making the same mistakes again.Â
(âŚCurious.)
Arenât you the same?Â
(âŚ)
----
The fairy had thought the boy's strangeness would ease off after he was changed back, but it just seemed to worsen.
 When before he had been a muttering mess, he was now almost always silent. and when he did speak, he sounded different. More monotone.Â
The only time he talked normally, or pretended to talk normally, was when he was dealing with someone's request.Â
It shouldn't have disturbed her to see the light in his eyes fade when he left the eyesight of whoever he spoke to.Â
It was as ifâŚhe was playing a part.Â
 As if, like an actor, he was pretending to be someone else. But why? It was as if...he was playing some elaborate game, why wasn't he saying something? Anything?Â
What was he thinking about? "Link?"
Dull, empty, lifeless eyes turned to look at her. A stare, devoid of any warmth or emotion
."HelloâŚthere." Tatl waves a hand at his face,"UmâŚwhat are you gonna do?"
The boy just stared at her before turning back to continue onward.
"...Do you need anything?", she asked hesitantly, "Do you even know where to go?." Tatl commented.Â
"...Yes." A response!Â
 She had gotten him to respond !!! "Really!?"Tatl questioned in disbelief, "Yes." The child repeated.
 "But where are we going?" She asked, fluttering a little bit closer to him. Link didn't seem to care and continued walking as if she weren't even there.
"...Woodfall Temple."
The young fairy blinked. "Huh..?".She looked at him in surprise, then turned to look back down.Â
"But...how do you know that?"Â she asked.Â
"...An owl told me." He answered simply, still staring ahead.Â
An owl? They hadnât met any owlsâŚ
The wind blew slightly and rustled the bushes behind them...
âŚand she didn't have the courage to ask him for further details.Â
And as he continued to walk forward, it showed he didn't seem to care enough to provide them.Â
-----
(Do you think you could be forgiven for your sins against the one you supposedly hold dear?)
NoâŚbut that won't stop me from making amends.Â
(Is it worth it, for one mere soul?)
For Her, I would freely allow the world to End if that is what She wished.Â
(...)
and I am not the only one with such beliefs.Â
(No...I suppose you aren't.)
---
He seemed to know exactly where to go, who to speak to, what to do.Â
Tatl felt utterly useless, even her knowledge of the enemies weren't of use.Â
The boy seemed to have no trouble with all the monsters he battled. He fought them as if he dealt with them his whole life.Â
 And the monsters that festered in the temples, there was no way he could have known how to deal with them. Yet he did. With experience.Â
Experience he shouldn't have. Experience that there was no way he could have.Â
So all she could do was hover awkwardly nearby as she watched him continue on his way.Â
She felt utterly useless, she couldn't help him with anything, nothing at all!
 All she could do was..observe him, waiting until something happened, hoping that nothing else bad happened, then move forward.
She was lost in her thoughts as dull blue glanced over at her silently.Â
-----
(Your memory of her. Such a curious thing. What beholds you to such a small soul? When there are others with more power and prestige that would freely offer themselves to you?)
If you need to ask me such questions, then you are as blind to what makes her soul beautiful as those that would âfreely offer themselves to meâ.Â
(âŚ)
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Link supposed he was being a bit cruelâŚtowards someone he was meant to consider a friend. Yet her presence, the presence of Termina as a whole, simply reminded him of how far he was from where he belonged.Â
 He knew (How could he not with what he experienced?) how long it would take to reach his destination. Yet that only emphasized how much time remained before everything was right again.Â
For the past several weeks he had been wandering aimlessly between areas. Occasionally taking requests from people. It was odd, how familiar he has become to the sensation of being the only one who was ever aware of what truly transpired.Â
It was a dull sense of familiarity, of knowing he would remain the only one who remembered the knowledge of what would come and what would not, and had, passed. Normally such a thing wouldn't have bothered him, not anymore at least.
But then again, normally, his being wasn't screaming that he was going insane. Normally his mind wasn't screaming out for the others his sword brothers, the only ones who would understand how he was currently feeling because She was not. Here.
He wondered what was happening with them right now, were they in the same boat as him? Trapped in a past that had long since passed for them? Trapped in a point in time where their memories were the only proof of the trials they had overcome?Â
Trapped in another time period where their choices had taken them down a path away from the quiet lives they had once lived?Â
PerhapsâŚtrapped in time which had once been their home. Their home which was now so familiar yet soâŚforeign.
The memories held by so manyâŚnow only held by them.Â
It was a burden he wouldn't wish on his sword brothers. Yet it was one he selfishly prayed for.Â
 To make himself feel better perhaps.
That maybe, in a way, he was not alone in this cruel fate.Â
Perhaps they too walked forward, waiting to reunite with each other.Â
Yet no amount of self-comfort could push aside the fact that...he was alone...for the first time in so long, he was alone...and he hated it so much.Â
 His brothers were gone. The uncertainty of whether or not they would retain their memories left him off-kilter.Â
And Termina...Â
Termina.
How this land taunted him greatly.Â
Striving forward yet trapped in a cycle that forced him to continuously stand still.Â
Each day passing yet the sense of tomorrow never truly arriving.Â
It left him desperate. Desperate for some semblance of connection...controlâŚ
Some kind of reason to get out of his own head.
Desperate to stop feeling. Desperate to let go of this burden weighing on his shoulders. Desperate to leave this place...desperate to return.
Desperate to return to the world he knew...Â
 To regain what he had lost.
Because of the fear that he could have lost it forever.
That he would be the only one to even remember, in life and in deathâŚit swirled within his heart.Â
And it terrified him.Â
It terrified him so much.Â
So he just allowed the memories of this cruel place to lead his body forward.Â
The paths and foes here ingrained in his memories so deeply, that traversing this place was easier blindfolded than not.Â
In the end, while he felt some sense of guilt for treating Tatl distantly. He did not care.Â
She would leave in the end anyway.Â
So he wasn't going to waste his efforts escaping this place just to appease her feelings.Â
In a land where 3 days was too much yet never enough.Â
He just didn't have the time to waste on useless things.Â
â
â
(What would you give in order to protect her?)
What would I need to give you in order to protect her?Â
(So quick to return the question, would you truly offer something precious to me for her sake Young warrior?)
If you must ask me...
(....Then I suppose I must not be seeing what is clearly there.)
My memories, my heart, are open to you, you know thisâŚmake use of that privilege.Â
(...I suppose I shall.)
â
"Hmhmhm~ What a rather curious fate you've been handed."Â
"Has my fate piqued your interest?" was the young, yet far too old, hero's reply to that.Â
"Quite so! There is something fascinating about youâŚ.the fact that you seem to be rather familiar with the item I am asking you to seek...with this whole land in factâŚ" The ever-grinning salesman commented, "You seem to always have an answer or word at the tip of your tongue to placid anyone who interacts with you, even me."Â
"Perhaps I have a knack for picking up on conversations and people," Link replied. His voice was calm and steady, his eyes focused on the turning gears above them. He had asked Tatl to wait outside for him when the smiling man requested a moment to speak.Â
Link wasn't bothered, not like he was short on time.Â
"Yes, yes! Indeed you must!" The merchant exclaimed, "And you are correct about our current conversation." He stated, grinning down at the boy in front of him.
"You are a curiosity I wish to 'pick apart' so to speak. you seem to have quite the experience with the task I've presented you."Â
Link nodded, "I'm used to situations like this. So, what will you gain from such a conversation?"
"The satisfaction of my curiosity sated, of course."Â
"I suppose you'll be sad to know you're in for disappointment."Â
A chuckle filled Link's ears, the man smiled as if he was enjoying some joke Only he understood. Then he leaned in close, grin seeming to grow wider.Â
"You seem to know a lot about me." The man remarked.
"More than I'd like to," Link answered back calmly.
"Such an interesting response!" Link simply shrugged.
"So child, will you humor my curiosity?"
"...Well, since you seem insistent..." The merchant laughed.Â
"Of course! Of course!"Â
Link looked at him properly, "AlrightâŚâ
"So what do you want to know?"
"Well..."
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Tatl waited patiently outside for Link, she had been hovering by the water when she saw the doors of the Clock Tower open, she flew over as Link walked out, her gaze fixed on his form.
She frowned as she took notice of the strange expression he wore, almost as if he were troubled...
She flew beside him, watching him quietly. Link turned his head slightly to look at her briefly before looking forward once more.
 His lips were pressed into a thin line, frowning in thought.
Tatl blinked in confusion. Did the strange man upset him somehow?
Her wings fluttering anxiously behind her. She reached up to put her hand gently on his shoulder but then quickly withdrew. Her hands folded together.
"LinkâŚ." She murmured softly. Her brow furrowing. Did she try to make him talk with her? Or was something more wrong?
Did something happen that she had not noticed?
Was he thinking about everything that's happened to him since arriving in Termina?
"HeyâŚ" She called, swallowing her hesitation and lightly tapping his shoulder, trying to catch his attention, "What's wrong?"
Link glanced over at her and shook his head slightly. Then he moved forward. Tatl followed along with him, her eyes never leaving the back of his head as he continued onwards.
â-
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(So quick to flee, young warrior.)
..That man will always unsettle me.Â
(It is not monsters you feel the need to flee from, nor gods...yet a mortal such as he is enough to send you off to the hills.)
Monsters are simple, they have only one aim, to kill any and all for their master.Â
(âŚ)
Man, on the other hand, can unsettle even a God with the right words.Â
(You think yourself a god?)
Never.Â
(...ApologiesâŚthat's right...only one holds such a position in your heart.)
And only one.
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Link stared into the masks covering the moon children's faces as he tracked each of them down.
-Your friendsâŚ
What kind of... people are they?
I wonderâŚ
Do those peopleâŚ
think of you... as a friend?-
(My brothers, My lady...to ask such a thing would be to diminish the value of what I, what we, believe in.)
-YouâŚ
What makes you... happy?Â
I wonderâŚ
What makes you happyâŚ
Does it make... others happy, too?-
(The happiness of others has long ceased to matter to me. My brothers...My LadyâŚAll I wish is to be with those who have long earned my trust, loyalty, and devotion.)Â
-The right thingâŚ
What is it?
I wonderâŚ
If you do the right thingâŚ
Does it really makeâŚ
everybody... happy?-
(My first attempt at the right thing nearly cost me a place in her heart and bond between my brothers. My second attempt cost my brothers and I everything. I pray there will never be another attempt after this.)Â
-Your true faceâŚ
What kind of... face is it?
I wonderâŚ
The face under the maskâŚ
Is that... your true face?-
(When was the last time I looked at my face and thought of it as mine? When did my child face become that of a stranger's to me? Perhaps the face beneath this child's mask only shows when united with my brothers. Perhaps my true face only shows when blessed with Her presence.)
â
â
He walked calmly towards the last moon child sitting at the base of the tree.Â
âDo you want to play with me?â
"No." He answered. "But you want to play with me."Â
â...Everyone has gone away, haven't they?â
"They all chose to play somewhere else, yes."Â
âYou don't have any mask left...do you?â
"No..none left...but you have a mask that you want to give me, don't you?" The child nodded.
"Then, give me the mask, and then let's play a game together. Good guys against Bad guys." Link then smiled at the child, smiled in a way that didn't fit on his own child-like face.Â
"I'll be the bad guy.â
The moon child stared at him silently, before slowly tilting their head.Â
âYes...Let's play that.â
Link held out his hand and the moon child stood and placed a mask in his grasp.Â
The moon child watched as he stared down at the Deity's mask, his face blank, his attention focused within.Â
Whatever the child saw was enough to please them and they spoke once more.
'Are you ready?' Link swallowed and nodded.Â
"Yeah."Â
'You're the bad guyâŚâ
'And when I'm bad, I just run." Link finished for him.Â
The moon child nodded. 'That's fine, right?'
"Only if you're fine with being chased." Link answered back.Â
The child's shoulders seemed to shake lightly in silent laughter.
'Well...shall we play?' Link bowed his head and smiled in amusement.Â
"Fine...Let's Play." And with those words, he placed the mask on his face.
Almost instantaneously, the fledgling (-flayed, torn, should have never been severed-) bond that had lingered weakly within the depths of his mind since he awoke in Kokiri Village, the bond that (barely) kept him from falling into the lies this world tried to trap him into believing-
(What had kept him sane during a period when he didn't have any proof other than his turbulent memories of a time that no longer existed.)Â
-It all solidified. The presence within the mask, potent, powerful, deadly, surged forth and wrapped around his mind in such familiarity, he would almost be willing to admit he missed.Â
(-Young Warrior...My vessel...-)Â
For a moment the illusion of wholeness trapped Link in it's hold.Â
 But only for a moment. More than enough time to make him choke just before his body began to transform.
 âŚIt seemed this land was fated to always make him feel something.Â
-Rest Young Vessel.- The Deity of Ferocious War spoke to the boy whose body the god claimed as His.Â
...Or ratherâŚwas it instead the Boy, who claimed the deity?Â
Their bond was strong, their minds united in this form. It did not matter who claimed who.Â
All that mattered was the eradication of the one who would dare threaten that connection.Â
The child was claimed by him from this very moment, and the god was now free to wage battle once more.
And as Majora stood before him, the Fierce Deity raised his sword.Â
Blood roared within him to bring ruin upon this beast that dared attempt dominance over him and his.
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Link stared at the sky for what felt like hours. The moon no longer visible within the early dawn.Â
There is nothing much left to see out here in this land.
The sun would rise every morning, bathing this world in its warmth.Â
The moon would rise every night, lighting the darkness with its gentle glow.Â
Time finally moved forward in this land once again.Â
Which meant..it was time for him to move on from this place.Â
In a wayâŚhe'd miss Tatl. He had been happy to see her again, even if he had become so different from the boy she had gotten to know in another life.Â
But she is back with her brother, and they are friends again with Skullkid.Â
At least for Tatl, her parting with them had been short.Â
What a lucky gal, compared to him..
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"So what do you want to know?" he asked the mask merchant standing before him.Â
"...Who are you?" the merchant asked.
"...I am Link."
He wasn't certain why the merchant asked that or who he was, but perhaps asking that question would give him some answers.
"...Are you?"Â Link frowned, focusing on him more intently.Â
A moment passed in silence while the merchant considered him.Â
"Why do you travel child?" Link turned his eyes away.Â
"To find someone precious to me."Â
  Link said quietly, returning his eyes to the merchant after a moment. "Someone I love very dearly..."
"How far are you willing to go for such a person?"
"As far as they want me to go, and beyond."
"Where will you go next?"
Link shrugged. "I don't care as long as it's not this place." His eyes glancing back towards the gears above them.Â
Another moment passed in silence.
"...I see.." the merchant muttered.
"âŚDo you?" Link asked.
The ever present smile grew on the merchant's face. "I see...you are a lonely spirit...empty, unwhole."Â
The merchant chuckled, "and you wish to seek answers to a puzzle hidden deep inside you, haunting you, and you have a chance of finding it if only you stay alive long enough to reach its conclusion."
 He continued to laugh at Link's expression. "Child," he continued, "if you were to continue living like this, you wouldn't survive until the end."
Link opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure whether or not to reply.Â
"You need to let go of all that weighs upon you, or you'll drown."Â Link remained silent, and the merchant smirked as he noticed the lack of response.
"This journey that you've set yourself on. You're trying to fill a hole that no one is willing to fill."Â
"Shut it." Link muttered under his breath.Â
"No one has been able to fill the space left by the absence of those who once filled that void inside you." The merchant clasped his hands in front of him. "Or rather, you refuse to allow anyone but the ones who once filled that void to hold such a place on your heart."Â
"Enough." Link said, a bit louder.Â
"You're looking for an answer to some questions, but not all answers can be found in this world."Â Â
"You think I don't know that?" Link growled at him.Â
"I know. But there are many worlds where the answers might be within your grasp...or the world you've lost might still be close enough for you to find, if you simply look."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Link turned his head away from the merchant and older man sighs deeply.
"Ah..Then allow me to ask you one last thing" the merchant asked softly. "What direction are you hoping to take?"
"Home." Link replied simply.
"And where is home?"Â
"Far away." Link answered quietly.
The merchant hummed.Â
"Far away? That is a vague description. Is there any particular location that you mean to return to?"
Link was silent.Â
"...I see..." He said to the young boy.Â
 "Despite your companion, you are indeed alone, aren't you?"
Link looked up at him, but still said nothing.
"You have many waiting for you." He continued, his eyes locked onto Link. "Is this something you desire?"
"..." Link clenched his fists and glared at the floor.
"You're going to walk away without any answers, and you will be forever confused." The Merchant stated.
"I've already found what answers I could find ..." Link said, almost sounding bitter.
"And yet you still cannot understand why."
"...I believe that's enough questions." Link said before turning to leave.Â
He only took a few steps before the merchant spoke up.
"I'll tell you something that tickles my mind, then." Link glanced at him.
 "You are not alone in this."
Link tensed.
"Don't worry. Your companions will wait for you just as you wait for them."
"...How do you..." The Happy Mask Salesman chuckled, bowing to the boy.Â
"...Perhaps one day you will realize the truth behind my words."Â
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Link stroked Epona's mane, smiling softly as she whinnied and shook herself.Â
Parting with Tatl had been numbing, though not as bittersweet as last time. He had given her a genuine smile and wished her and her brother all the happiness in the world.Â
That had surprised her, he could easily tell, and she wished him luck in return.Â
With a promise to Skullkid that he'd see him again, he left. Â
And in spite of his best efforts to remain stoic, Link allowed himself the momentary break, allowing the tears that had threatened to spill fall freely as he buried his face into Epona's neck, inhaling deeply the scent of her coat.
He just wanted to return to everyone, he wanted to be united again. Termina had been crueler than the shift between his adult form and his child form.Â
So much time wasted yet no time wasted at all.
Epona's comforting noises and her warmth was what he focused on to feel calm and secure in this moment.Â
After some moments of silence he pulled away slowly, wiping his tears. He couldn't afford to be weak, no matter how much he wanted to be free of this curseâŚthere was work to be done. He couldn't let himself get distracted.
So much time still needed to pass after all.
But it will passâŚ
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âŚIt will always pass.
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Satine Kryze is an internationally-recognized scholar in genocide studies who recently resigned from the Department of State over her concerns regarding the agency's ethics. Ben Kenobi is a tenured professor at Georgetown University studying the use of religion to justify military conflicts. Once high school sweethearts, the two haven't spoken since parting ways for university. That is, until Satine accepts a research fellowship - at Georgetown.
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Satine leans back against her desk, not quite trusting her ability to remain upright without an anchor. Ben drops his bag at the door and steps toward her. âThe Secretary of State is keeping tabs on you?â
She looks up at him. âIt appears so.â
He looks around as though hoping heâll find answers in the air around them. Eventually, he asks, âSatine, why did you leave the State Department?âÂ
She shakes her head. âI canât tell you,â she whispers, wishing she could convey everything in a glance, without words. But that would still be bringing him into the game, and sheâd never jeopardize him by involving him.
Ben scrubs a hand down his face. âSatine.â He takes a step back, turns quickly, and paces across her office. The only other time sheâs seen his emotions so clearly on display was two days ago, in the library, so rarely do his feelings bubble over the surface.
He stops, facing her.
âAre you in any danger?â
Depends on your definition of the word âdangerâ, she thinks but does not say aloud. But judging by his expression, heâs guessed her thoughts.
âSatine,â he says again, stepping to her and placing his hands on her elbows. âWhat is going on? Please. Please.â
She places a hand on his chest and pushes him back firmly. âBen, if you have any respect for me, if you care for me at all, you will not pursue the answers to those questions. You will not even ask those questions.â
His face falls, and Satine hates that she is the reason.
âYou said whatever I am going through - it is mine,â she reminds him. âAt least for now. So Iâm asking you to keep your word.â
Thereâs a sharp rapping at the door. âKryze! Is Kenobi in there with you? Vos and I are about to head out for drinks.â
âOne moment!â yells Satine, glancing at the door and then back at Ben. She lowers her voice. âPromise me, Ben.â
âSatine - â
âPromise me.â Her voice is nearly a growl.
He nods sharply. âI promise.â
She brushes past him, but he reaches at the last second to grab her elbow, turning her back around. âSatine, I - â
âI know,â she says, but she doesnât, not really. She just doesnât have the bandwidth to respond further. So, instead, she moves to the door to open it. Ventress and Vos are on the other side, and they exchange a look upon noticing that Ben had been with her behind closed doors.
But then Ventress takes a closer look at Satineâs face. âChange of plan, boys,â says Ventress. âVos, take Kenobi. Kryze and I are going out.â
âBeg pardon?â says Satine, her head snapping up to look at Ventress as Ben helps her shrug into her jacket. Benâs fingers linger a fraction of a second too long at the nape of her neck as he pulls her hair out from the coat, letting it fall softly on her back.
âYou heard me,â says Ventress. âKenobi, hand her her bag, and letâs get going.â
Satine sends Ben a helpless look as Ventressâ cold hand wraps around her wrist and pulls her out of the office. Ben flips the lights off as he steps over the threshold of the door, and the trio wait for Satine to lock up behind her.
âCome on,â says Ventress, and she leads Satine away from Vos and Ben, Vos shrugging, clearly used to such behavior. Ben hasnât managed to wipe the quizzical look from his face as Satine and Ventress disappear from view.
Ventress pulls her into the elevator, and she requests a taxi on her phone. âI know a place,â she says, laughing at Satineâs wide eyes. âIâm buying you a drink.â
The elevator door closes in front of them.Â
Ventress adds, âYou look like you need one.â
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Half an hour later, they step out of the taxi in front of a donut shop. âThey sell drinks here?â asks Satine, not bothering to hide her confusion.
Ventress just laughs again, and Satine follows her inside.
In the entryway, thereâs a small District flag hanging from the corner. Ventress pulls on the flag, which appears to be attached to some sort of pulley device.
âDonât tell me youâve never been to a speakeasy,â says Ventress. When Satine says nothing, she rolls her eyes. âAcademics. You all donât get out enough.â
Then the wall by the flag starts to move, sliding a few inches, and a young womanâs head pops out. âTwo?â she asks, and Ventress nods. The door opens further, and she gestures Ventress and Satine inside.
She shuts the door behind them.
Satineâs eyes adjust slowly to the stark contrast in lighting between the donut shop and the speakeasy. Where the donut shop was bright, lit with neon colors, the speakeasyâs lighting is soft, filled with small light fixtures, and much of the actual room itself is dark. From what Satine can make out, it appears to be a converted garage, filled with eclectic and antique leather chairs and old tables, and string lights hang on the walls.
The hostess says, âTable or bar?â
âBar,â says Ventress, and the hostess leads them around the tables.
The bar is more lit, with backlights lining the shelves behind it, making the bottles of alcohol stacked there look like they glow in the dark. Ventress sits immediately on a barstool, hooking her coat underneath the barâs countertop, and Satine follows her lead.
Satine does a double take, checking again to confirm sheâs seen correctly.
âThere are no men here,â she murmurs.
âEven owned by women,â says Ventress. And she grins and flags the bartender over. She orders a vodka, and then she looks at Satine.Â
Satine examines the bottles on the wall behind the bartender. âWhatever you suggest mixed with brandy.â
The bartender lets them watch her prepare their drinks, and Satine is hit with the significance of a woman-owned bar, of a bar whose patrons are not men. Some of the tension leaves her shoulders.
Ventress seems to notice. âWant to talk about it?â she says, thanking the bartender as she sets both drinks in front of them.
Without hesitation, Satine reaches for hers. âWhat do you know about Malek?â
Ventress sips her vodka. âNever to be alone with him. If Malek ever stops by again, make an excuse and leave immediately. Youâve got Kenobiâs office next to yours, so literally rap on the wall if you donât feel comfortable slipping past Malek. If Kenobiâs not in, Vos is on your other side - do the same and heâll be over immediately.â She reaches for a napkin and then asks the bartender for a pen. Scribbling on the napkin, she says, âThis is my cell number.â She writes another number below it. âAnd this one is Vosâ. Text us both if he ever shows up again.â
She slides the napkin over to Satine.
Satine nods and slips the napkin into her pocket. âHow did you know Malek stopped by my office?â
âVos and I saw him leaving. That, and your expression after was a giveaway.â
âDo you know about him fromâŚpersonal experience?â
Ventress swirls her drink around. âLuckily, no. But I was warned, just like Iâm warning you. Just like we now need to warn all the graduate students.â
Satine runs her hand through her hair. She understands the implications, the undertones, of Ventressâ warning without her friend needing to elaborate. âAnd here I was, already worried about him professionally. Now I have to worry about physical danger, too.â
âHe didnât visit your office to make a sexual advance?â asks Ventress, surprised.Â
Satine shakes her head. âIt was an academic threat, connected to my time at State.â
Ventress swears. She leans in. âListen, that man has been passed from institution to institution in the past few years, and there are more stories than Iâd care to count about the womenâs lives heâs shattered as he moved. Whatever he can do to you professionally, your immediate concern is to physically stay as far away from him as possible.â
Satine takes a deep drink. âIs it the usual? No woman is safe enough to testify or come forward? Each university covering their own ass, just grateful to get rid of him so that heâs no longer their problem?â
âWhy do you think heâs been sent away from the War College?â
Satine sighs. âIâm going to need another brandy,â she tells the bartender.
As the bartender makes the drink, Ventress says, âWhile in the taxi, I texted Vos to brief Kenobi so that he knows all this as well. Heâll keep an eye on your office, which means that between the two of them, youâve basically got your own Secret Service team.â
Satine blinks at her, and Ventress chuckles.
âVos very nearly played professional rugby in Samoa, but decided heâd rather have a full-ride scholarship to play American football at Berkeley instead. Heâs also an expert in Limalama, which is a Samoan type of self-defense. And Kenobi was an Army Ranger. He didnât tell you?â
Satine finishes off her first drink and reaches for her second, murmuring her thanks to the bartender. âI thought he was a military translator.â
âI imagine his Arabic was probably used during some of his missions, so that wouldnât technically be a lie.â
Satine pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, contemplating this. Itâs not as though sheâd directly asked Ben about his time in the military; sheâd made her inferences based on casual Google searches. âI havenât exactly been forthright with him about my professional life,â she admits finally. âI canât complain if he acts similarly.â
âHeâll tell you,â says Ventress, and thereâs no mistaking the sureness of her tone. âIt may just take a while. I donât know the details, but I imagine he saw some fucked up shit.â
âHim and me both, then,â Satine says, taking another drink.
âSpeaking of him and you,â says Ventress. âYou appear to have gone from itâs complicated to itâs officially complicated in the span of one week.âÂ
Satine nearly spills her drink all over the top of the bar. Ventress smirks at her.
âThat would not be an inaccurate assessment of our relationship status,â says Satine.
Ventress takes another sip. âProgress is progress,â she says, grinning.
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Satine is getting ready for bed when her phone lights up with a text from Ben.
Text me so I know youâre home safe.
She sits on her bed in the dark, reading the words several times, a rush of warmth flooding through her with each pass.
Iâm back safe and sound, she responds.
She sees the ellipses that indicate heâs composing a reply, and she waits until the words come through.
Quinlan told me about Malek. We compared our schedules and heâs going to make sure heâs in his office next to yours whenever I teach so that someone is always there.
Satine has to lock her phone after reading this, and she tilts her head back, willing the tears not to fall. Benâs words from the library echo in her mind: You donât have to do everything alone, Satine.
The light returns, indicating sheâs received another text.
Are you okay?
Oh, how to respond to that.
Finally, she decides on: Iâm a little shaken, if Iâm being honest.Â
His reply is immediate. Iâd be more worried if you werenât.
Fair, she replies. And then: How was your night out with Vos?
His response takes a little more time. You mean how is it still going? Weâre still out, and heâs getting another round.
Yes, she replies. I clearly meant: how is it still going?
Satine pulls her knees to her chest, hugging herself tightly, as another text from Ben comes in.
That man is not affected by alcohol whatsoever. My tolerance is far lower.
Satine lifts a brow. Youâre drunk, she texts in realization, laughing. She laughs harder when she realizes that despite his inebriated state, his texts still have impeccable grammar.
Very, he replies.
Iâve never seen you drunk, she says, her thoughts wandering. You were such a golden student that we never actually drank underage.
Clearly Iâm making up for lost time.
The ellipses return, indicating heâs composing another reply. This one takes far longer to appear, and Satineâs brow furrows.Â
Then a voice note file arrives. Curious, she presses play.
âSatine!â comes Vosâ voice. âBen here has been like Orpheus all night, singing your praises.â
âQuinlan, the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice is a tragedy - â cuts in Ben. âGive me back the phone before you scare her off.â
âFirst, have you seen the way she looks at you?â says Vos, but his voice is a little faint, as though heâs holding the phone away from himself slightly. âEurydice isnât going anywhere. Second, grow a few more inches and put on some muscle, and then weâll talk.â
Satine is struck by the sudden image of two brothers, the taller of whom is playing - and winning - a game of keepaway. She rolls her eyes, amused.
A moment later, the din of the bar becomes less prominent, and Vosâ voice becomes easier to hear.
âIâm trying to convince him to offer to teach you self defense,â says Vos. âNot only would it be good for you to know the basics - â
Ben sighs in the background. âSheâs a pacifist, Quinlan.â
âAnd who says pacifists canât defend themselves? Look, Satine, I think you should agree because, quite frankly, youâre the only one capable of fairly getting the drop on Kenobi, and that would amuse me greatly.â
The voice note ends suddenly, and Satine suspects that Ben has managed to wrestle his phone back from Quinlan. Satine leans back against the pillows and pulls the duvet over her skin. She shivers slightly at the cool air, rolling over to her side.
Another text message appears.
My apologies. I will call you tomorrow, if youâre agreeable.
Iâm very much still agreeable, Satine types, and then she presses send.
She sets the phone on her nightstand and rolls over, anticipating sleep.
But it doesnât come to meet her.
Instead, the glow from the streetlight outside casts shadows through the dark, and memories knock at Satineâs subconscious, threatening to break in. Satine pulls the duvet up to cover most of her head, trying to slow her breathing, but her body temperature rises uncomfortably. She feels a bead of sweat roll down her back, and then another.
She hasnât dealt with insomnia since she was a child, after escaping Bosnia. But she remembers her coping mechanisms, and all of them warn against remaining in bed just to continue to toss and turn. So she grabs her robe, tightens it around her waist, and heads downstairs.
If sheâs awake, she might as well make herself useful.
She grabs her laptop and burrows into the couch, blanket covering her legs. Desperate to keep the memories out, she decides to complete a book proposal review sheâd been putting off. Sheâs not any less tired after submitting the review, however, so she accepts an invitation to review an article being considered for a journal sheâs regularly published in.
The article has a solid start, and Satine has some pointers on how to improve it, including additional literature to cite and a question about an analysis that apparently has not yet been run. When she finally submits the review, she sets the laptop on the coffee table, settling back against the couch cushions.Â
This time, she leaves the light on, and she tries to sleep again.
But sleep is nowhere to be found, and by this point, her head is pounding thanks to the brandy cocktails sheâd had and hours of staring at a computer screen. Satine shuts off the light and throws herself back on the couch, and the darkness provides at least some relief to her headache.
But with it come the memories, and Satine is too exhausted to continue to push them back.
Pulling the blanket over her head, she lets herself cry.
Over the next few hours, she dips close to sleep but never quite manages to sink under. She finds herself angry at the sun when it eventually rises, a constant reminder that she should also be rising as well.
Mid-afternoon, she hears Benâs distinctive knock at her door, and she scrambles up from the couch to open it. Gesturing him inside, she rambles, âI thought you meant you would call me on the phone, not literally call upon me.â
Ben stomps the snow off of his shoes before stepping over the threshold. âI listened to the voice note Quinlan sent again - this time fully sober - and I realized I needed to apologize in person.â
âThereâs nothing to apologize for,â says Satine, taking his coat and hanging it up in the closet. âI actually think itâs wonderful that you have such good friends. I like Vos, and I like Ventress. And itâs charming that both like you enough to tease you.â
Benâs expression changes as she speaks, and she realizes that his gaze has dropped below her eyes.
âBen?â
His eyes snap up. âDid I wake you?â he asks, gesturing at her attire. Satine realizes belatedly sheâs still dressed in her sleepwear: leggings and the oversize tee shirt thatâs fallen off her shoulder, exposing the bralette underneath.
As he takes her in, Benâs brow furrows.
âYou look tired,â he notes. âActually, you look dead on your feet.â
Satine sighs. âI didnât sleep well last night,â she admits. She uses her fingers to comb her hair back into place. âI didnât sleep at all last night.â
âI thought Ventress had you back before nine.â
She nods. âShe did. My lack of sleep had nothing to do with going out.â
Ben kicks off his shoes, and before she realizes whatâs happening, heâs literally gathered her in his arms, bridal-style.
Taken aback, all Satine can manage to say is, âWell, this is new.â
And, indeed - for the first time, she realizes how much muscle he truly has put on since they were young. Heâd been strong, then, of course, but heâd only been eighteen and just coming out of a growth spurt. Heâs broader now - properly filled out - and Satine remembers what Ventress had said about Ben having been an Army Ranger.
Ben just chuckles. âWe were bound to grow up eventually.â
âSometimes I wish we hadnât,â Satine whispers.Â
And Ben carries her to the couch, where he sits, still cradling her to his chest. He grabs the throw blanket and tosses it over them both, leaning back and positioning her so that she can stretch out against him, sharing his body heat to fight the February chill. Ben doesnât respond, just allowing her to have her space, allowing her to have time. She rests a hand on his chest.Â
âI donât remember anything about my life in Bosnia,â Satine eventually begins. âRationally I know this is disassociation, and itâs a trauma response to Srebrenica.â
She concentrates on Benâs breathing.
âI donât remember my father. I quite literally have no memories of him. I have one picture we managed to save, and the things my mother told me about him before she herself passed, but thatâs it.â
Benâs arms tighten around her.
âI already told you all this, and about my mother, of course. How those memories haunted her. And the entirety of my adult life, I resented her for not being able to live with those memories - for taking herself from me when she was all I had left. ButâŚâ she trails off, gripping Benâs sweater. âLast night, talking to Ventress, it brought up some things. Memories I hadnât realized I could feel, even if I canât really remember. Ventress warned me about Malek, and it was likeâŚlike a tuning fork, causing all these other moments to vibrate to life again.â
Ben tries to lift her face to meet his gaze, but she shakes her head.
âIf I look at you right now, I wonât be able to keep talking,â she whispers.
He nods against her and doesnât push it.
So Satine continues. âDid you know the first use of the term genocidal rape was in reference to what happened in Bosnia?â
He doesnât respond beyond a sharp intake of breath, but it is response enough.
âNot that that means rape wasnât used as a tool of genocide well before Srebrenica,â adds Satine. âBut the term was first used to describe the violence there. The concept of genocidal rape was first proposed in 1996. And IâŚI think itâs related to what my mother had to live with. More accurately, I think itâs what she couldnât live with.â
Her grip on his sweater grows tighter.
âI still donât remember anything about Bosnia. But I think she wasâŚI think she was raped. And I suspect that if it had just been her own rape that she had to live with, she probably could have survived.â
âSatine,â murmurs Ben, and suddenly his arms are vice-like. âAre you sayingâŚâ
âI donât remember,â says Satine. âNor do I want to. ButâŚI think thereâs a high likelihood that my mother killed herself because she couldnât live with the memories of watching themâŚâ
She canât get the word out.
â...hurt me, too. In front of her. While she could do nothing to stop it.â
She hears him swallow, can feel the tension in his jaw as he brings his lips to her temple. But she has to continue, because now that the words are half-out, she has to tell him everything.Â
âI think I unknowingly endangered you, Ben. Our first time, I wasnât tested. Obviously Iâve been tested since then and had a clear bill of health, and it sounds like you have been, too, with similar results. But I put you at risk.â She buries her head into the crook of his neck. âI put you at risk.â
âNo,â he says immediately. âNo, Satine, donât say that. Itâs not true. You didnât know, and none of that was your fault - â
âJust because it wasnât my fault doesnât mean it wasnât my responsibility - â
âSatine,â he says, and his voice is strangled. âNo. It wasnât your fault, nor was it your responsibility. You were a child.â
And her headache is back - or perhaps it never left - and it brings tears to her eyes. Closing her eyes tightly helps, but it does not keep the tears from falling.
âBen, Iâm so sorry,â she whispers.
âAs you told me earlier, Iâm telling you now: thereâs nothing to apologize for,â says Ben, and the silk of his voice is reassuring mixed with the steel of his arms around her.Â
She hears the words but doesnât fully comprehend them. âIâm so sorry.â
He kisses her forehead again and rests a hand on the back of her head, his fingers combing through her hair, massaging her skin. And sheâs not sure what she did to deserve such divine intervention but sheâll take it - because his fingers are somehow the antidote to her headache, driving it away with each movement.
The tension begins to leave her muscles, and the flow of tears slows.
âIâm here, Satine,â Ben whispers. âIâm here.â
She nods against him. âI know,â she says weakly.
âIâm here,â he says again, and itâs the last thing she remembers before passing out.
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When Satine wakes up, itâs dark again outside, and she immediately reaches for Ben. Instead, she finds her pillow, and she realizes that at some point Ben had carried her up the stairs and tucked her into bed. Sitting up, she switches on the lamp on her nightstand.
The duvet on the other side of the bed is wrinkled but hasnât been pulled down, and Satine realizes that Ben must have laid with her for some time, choosing to remain on top of the comforter. Her heart twists with such force that she has to marvel at the sensation, and it occurs to her that maybe this is what it feels like to mend a heart rather than feel one break.
A soft clanging sound echoes from downstairs, and Satine notices that the hallway light is still on. She hears a faucet being turned on and then off, and she realizes Ben hasnât left yet. Moreover, he appears to be prepping something in her kitchen.
Curious, she throws back the duvet and heads downstairs - sure enough, Ben stands at the range, stirring two pots. His sweater has been tossed on the counter, leaving him wearing a plain gray tee shirt and jeans. Satine smiles, leaning against the wall at the foot of the stairs, and watches him for a moment in silence.
As though he realizes heâs being observed, Ben looks over his shoulder. Catching her eye, he gives her a soft smile. âFeeling better?â
She nods. âMuch.â She shuffles toward him, standing next to him at the stove. âWhat are you making?â
âGarlic penne pasta with sun-dried tomatoes,â he says. He hands her a pasta fork. âKeep an eye on the pasta for me as I make the sauce?â
âBold of you to assume I wonât burn it.â
âItâs noodles, Satine. In water. How would you even - â
âMy friend Breha wouldnât let me boil water alone in college,â she says.
Ben takes the pasta fork back from her. âIn that caseâŚâ
Satine just laughs.
âWeâll work on your culinary prowess some other time, when youâve had a proper number of hours of sleep.â
âSo suddenly you can cook?â
âThere was nothing sudden about it,â says Ben. âIt took many years, and many hours watching YouTube videos.â
He reaches for the colander and sets it in the sink. Satine steps back so he can drain the noodles.
âHow long was I asleep for?â
âItâs almost eight oâclock, so a few hours.â
âAnd youâve been here this whole time?â
âWell, I stopped at the co-op down the street to pick up a few ingredients you were missing. But yes, I stayed. Just like I told you.â
Iâm here, Satine. Iâm here.
He sets the empty pot on an oven mitt and pours the now-drained pasta back into it. Satine waits until he turns off the other burner and moves the sauce to the side, and then she can wait no longer.
She pulls him toward her, rolling onto the balls of her feet so she can press her lips against his.
She immediately decides itâs been far too long since theyâd kissed on Wednesday in the library; theyâd been too cautious about whatever this fragile thing between them is to take a step forward and risk it being a misstep. Ben seems to agree, if the way he returns the kiss is any indication - one hand grips her hip and pulls her closer while the other traces down her spine, and she moans into his mouth as his fingers move over her lower back.
His tongue asks for permission against her lips, and she readily grants it. When he catches her lip between his teeth, she shivers, pulling against his hair, and his hands seem to drop of their own accord to her ass.
He lifts her easily, moving across the kitchen to set her down on an unused portion of the countertop, her legs still wrapped around his hips. But when she reaches down to fumble with her own shirt, he pulls back slightly, panting.
âWait,â Ben says, hands on her own. At her questioning glance, he adds, âItâs not that I donât want to. But given what you told me today, maybe we should take things slower.â
He gives her a chaste kiss to take the sting out of his words.
âYou probably need time to process everything,â he murmurs.
He searches her face, hands coming up to frame it.
âI know you hate waiting. I know you tend to go after something as soon as you know you want it. And weâll get there; I promise. But in the meantime, I propose a compromise.â
She hooks a finger through one of the loops on his jeans and pulls him closer. âIâm listening.â
âIf you want to fool around, Iâm obviously not opposed.â Ben reaches for his sweater, and he pulls it over her head, helping her thread her arms through the sleeves. âAnd if skin is what youâre after, then here.â And he brings her hands to the hem of his tee shirt. âIn the meantime, my hands will venture no further down than here - â
Ben places his fingers on her hips.
âAnd my lips no further down than here.â
He kisses her clavicle.
âAnd then, once youâve talked with someone - you still have a therapist, right?â
Satine nods.
âOnce youâve talked with someone, then weâll talk about how to proceed.â He holds her gaze. âAre those terms acceptable?â
In response, she grins and pulls the shirt up and over his head.
#satine kryze#obi-wan kenobi#star wars fanfic#obitine#the clone wars#alternate universe#mention of past rape#mention of past suicide#ptsd#satine survived the Bosnian genocide so things get dark
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Bitten
I knew the risks when I started dating a vampire. Bloodlust, occasional fits of aggression, lack of aging. All the things they teach you in the supernatural unit of seventh grade health. I always did get Bs in that class. Now I'm in some dingy motel room by the gas station wearing his jacket because mine was coated in my own blood and the smell was driving me insane. Last I remember is making out with him, feeling him against me. Then things got steamier, he started getting more aggressive. He bit me. Again: I knew the risks. I can only blame myself really. He even warned me when I asked him out: he had trouble controlling the thirst. A brief thought bubbles about calling Mom but I shake it away. How would I explain this? "Hey Mom, you know that vampire that you didn't want me dating? He bit me!" No. I can't tell her that. Put her through that. This is my fault, I got him riled up. I should've known better. The smell of my jacket from the tiny metal trash bin saunters it's way into my nose. No. I have to fight it. I need to get myself out of this. I can't let this ruin my plans. I got into Brown. I'm going to study ancient runes with a minor in art. I'm going to get a nice place in Gnome Acres and I'm going to be okay. A cough escapes my lips and blood splatters over my chest. I feel a sharp prick in my gums. I'm growing fangs. I wipe away the blood with a sweep of my tongue and spit it out on the floor. I can't bring myself to care about the poor cleaning pixie that will have to scrub it out of the carpet. I wonder where he is. Perhaps searching for another (ridiculous, stupid, naive) human kid to seduce. What's another another six months to an immortal? I wince as I feel a stabbing in my tongue. I stick it out to see it coated in coagulated viscera. I gag, practically upchucking it out of my mouth. After a cough or two I look at my tongue again. It's forked. A cold feeling enters my stomach. Like a stone being dropped down a mile long well. My body is being permanently altered. My tongue will never be circular again. My teeth will be sharp and jagged forever. I tear my tear filled eyes away from the ground towards the blinds. I think it'll be the lack of sun that'll get me. No more bright beach days with Mom. No more afternoon strolls. I won't get to feel the light bounce of my skin and warm my flesh ever again. Maybe thats why he was such a curmudgeon. The lack of sunlight. Or maybe it was just his natural disposition. Either way I guess I'll be finding out soon. I look at the blinds again. The previous dark navy that permeated the sky and peered through into the dingy room was slowly beginning to brighten. I know that it's time for me to leave but where am I supposed to go? I wrap his jacket tighter around me and stand up, my knees rattling slightly at the movement. As I step out of the motel room and stumble my way out of the parking lot I have no clue where I'm going. Nowhere feels safe anymore. Nobody. Another thought slithers in: I'm so thirsty.
There's a young man across the street.
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Glamorous Mishaps
Based on this post. I thought it be best to put my examples about Optimus Prime's mishap with glamour here since they're more story oriented. There will be three involving OCs of mine as I got other ideas for Self Insert. Now let's get started!
Transformers Prime: Oil and Sugar
Optimus Prime was a being of habit. It is quite rare to see him leave the base, much less rest. His current outing was one of those unique times as curiosity led the Autobot to explore Jasper. Optimus didn't mean to bump into the strange woman and knock the pastries from her arms. Nor find out why she smells like a rabbit.
First example is my rabbit yaoguai Tikki Cho, owner of the therapeutic Sweet Healing Bakery. A kindhearted motherly woman who prefers not to fight and settle issues peacefully. It doesn't mean Tikki will let people walk over her as the rabbit can suplex someone like Optimus in seconds.
She had recently settled into Jasper to open her bakery when our dear Prime enters the scene. Optimus decides to help Tikki set up shop mainly as an apology for his less than stellar greeting. The two become great friends with the Autobot Leader visiting in holoform whenever he can.
It's all fine and dandy until Megatron returns. A Vehicon attack forces Optimus Prime to reveal his true nature and take Tikki to base. Funnily enough, no one expected the human woman to become a big fluffy rabbit!
Optimus Prime: You aren't human?
Tikki Cho: I guess both of us had a secret, dear.
Here's what to expect!
Therapy for everyone! You can bet your ass Tikki is gonna get both bots and humans to healthily process trauma. If she happens to give sessions to some Decepticons, they consented.
Cybertronians underestimate the rabbit baker. It's all fun and games until the bunny kicks your bearings with boulder shattering strength. Or throw your metallic ass into a mountain as if a purse.
Bumbling mess Optimus Prime. Man clearly doesn't get enough positive affection and he has no idea how to properly react. He tends to blue screen as one hug from Tikki solidifies how touch starved he really is.
Sacred paperweight and eldritch Satan are afraid of a bakery owner. Breakdown quits cause "bunnies are better and fuck everyone except Knockdown". Deception Leader has misinterpreted jealousy fueled hate against Optimus' ward.
Transformers Animated: Don't Stop The Beat
It's very rare to find a shop in Detroit's mechanical central not run by a robot. Yet Koro Beats proudly stands booming with prosperous music selections. Although the shop owner would never expect her secret to become uncovered by a humble 'dropout'.
Here's our second OC guest, Kororo. A feisty and extremely blunt Deku Scrub who dislikes Hylia for taking away her god son Link. She left her world to set up shop in the TFAverse years before the events of the show began.
Kororo used to babysit Sari for Isaac and only the young girl knows about her true form. An involvement that leads to the Deku Scrub becoming entangled in the Autobots' lives during the search for Sari. She would honestly say it was like someone dumped three extra kids, an inexperienced young adult and a grumpy grandpa on her.
Kororo becomes Optimus' emotional support as it's clear he needs a friend around his age. Things turn out fine until Black Arachnia accidentally wreaks havoc with the All Spark. Kororo drops her human mask before Optimus and helps him save Sari.
Optimus Prime: Kororo, you're a small...tree person?
Kororo: Finally! Someone who doesn't mistake me for a dummy!
What to expect:
Autobots have a one Deku Scrub pep squad ready to throw hands. Sentinel Prime and Ultra Magnus are intimidated by this small tree woman as magic bubbles fired like bullets HURT. No one berates Optimus Prime with Kororo around.
Sari tries to parent trap music store owner with a giant robot. Both are so damn confused about the constant weird shenanigans happening. Ratchet puts a stop to it because one trap left him in an ugly yellow paint job.
"How To Accidentally Adopt Decepticons by a still confused Deku Scrub." Being nice to one Con having a bad day becomes a domino effect. Megatron and Starscream are so bewildered about the sudden decrease in numbers.
When your missing god son shows up at the door with your lost mask trapped deity friend. Link wonders how he suddenly got adopted into a family like this but doesn't mind. Optimus Prime somehow becomes a ward to a forgotten war god. More at 11.
Transformers Knightverse: Steel Magnolias
A shrine surrounded by roses. Optimus had been plague by the visage despite never encountering such a place. As he searches for clues about his scout's on this strange planet, Prime would stumble across a mysterious entity living secretly amongst the unaware humans.
The final OC for this glamour based mishaps, Rose Elysium or Rosa for short. An wandering emissary of chaos who travels dimensions searching for wonders. She only aids those that proves themselves worthy or gather her curiosity.
Optimus Prime stumbles across Rosa by sheer accident as he searches for Bumblebee. He constantly encounters the mysterious woman who helps him bit by bit whether it be his search or a companion to talk to. Only when the Autobot leader ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time does Rosa shed her mortal disguise to help him.
Optimus Prime: Are you an angel from human mythology?
Rosa: I may angelic but I am far from a simple angel.
What To Expect:
Million year old war veteran is claimed by an ancient eldritch entity. Those that earn Rosa's friendship or interest become her wards. No one should dare touch the claim of the divine as a fate worse than death awaits them.
Optimus Prime becomes accustom to seeing roses on a daily basis. A bed of flowers is more comfortable than the cold hard floor. Even a Prime needs his beauty sleep and Rosa is happy to provide it.
Optimus' helm is a perch for chaos emissaries and susceptible to hugs. Rosa is nice enough to cover his optics or audials when someone's about to do something stupid. He can finally be childish for once without breaking his 'Prime air'.
Tired dad of three kids now has a caretaker to help manage them. Mirage definitely started calling Rosa 'mom' and it quickly spreads. He also tries to ship her with Optimus like the gremlin he is. Bumblebee helps much to bossbot's future horror as they will enact the Parent Trap scheme. (Side story.)
And that's it! I thought about just doing only Transformers Prime for all three but decided not to since every iteration deserves love. As for ships, those will stay in side stories mainly because some readers rather read fics without romance being in the way.
Until next time folks, I'll see you later! Transform and Roll Out!
#sonicasura#tales of sonicasura#crossover#maccadam#transformers#transformers series#transformers prime#tfp#transformers animated#tfa#transformers knightverse#transformers rise of the beasts#rotb#optimus prime#optimus#transformers optimus#legend of zelda oc#legend of zelda#loz#oc insert#my ocs#tikki cho#kororo#rose 'rosa' elysium
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Yesterday my ice maker acted up. Itâs not a door type, I donât like those. Mine is in the bottom pull-out freezer. To look at it I had to empty it and disassemble the front of the drawer. Doing that uncovered a lot of dirt. I decided to thaw the freezer and ice maker. After unplugging the refrigerator I put the frozen items in the garage freezer and the refrigerated items in boxes in the garage (itâs about 35°F in there).
Then I scrubbed the whole thing, top to bottom, shelves and drawers. I even got a vacuum cleaner for the back of the outside.
The stupid ice maker is still misbehaving, dripping a tiny bit of water into the ice bucket and freezing some cubes together. But damn! After cleaning everything, and throwing out a few things, the inside looks like itâs now lit by NFL stadium lights.
Last night I watched The Banshees of Inisherin. A weird combination of comedy and drama. I liked the movie, but not as much as I thought I would. Some things were really sad.
This afternoon I went to a gun range. I wanted to shoot a bit, but I also wanted to clean all my guns. Two were still dirty from the last time I practiced. The place I went to today has a fantastic cleaning room. Solvents, brushes, and rags are provided. Itâs included with a range pass. The best part of this is not stinking up my own house. Sure, I like the smell of Hoppeâs #9. Iâm not sure Sheila does. She made butter chicken and rice today. The house smells much better that way.
Times have changed. As I switched out a target, a 30-something woman and a 50-something man walked in. She was kind of bubbly sounding and wearing yoga pants. She spoke with the two safety officers like she knows them well. The man remained silent. The woman was there to give the man a shooting lesson.
This evening I went to the grocery store for a few things. I wanted some snacks and drinks for when Sheila is done working tonight. Thereâs also stuff for me to make a big breakfast tomorrow. Prices are crazy. A dozen eggs is currently $5.49! I spent almost $70 on provisions. The prices make me cringe, but they didnât stop me from buying everything I wanted. Now Iâm sitting here debating whether itâs worth it to spend $5.99 to rent Triangle of Sadness from Amazon. It sounds interesting, and someone I follow here said itâs good. But is it worth six bucks, he says while opening a six-dollar bottle of foo-foo beer.
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This very late Monday drabble is from a later chapter of "Play Like You Mean it"
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TW: Graphic descriptions of violence/some descriptions of nudity/abundance of pred/prey
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He stooped next to George, his movements filled with the grace, yet laziness of a victorious old dog after it got the downed fowl. George acted his part of dead fowl. Dream trailed a hand down his face, his fingers tracing his jaw.
 âI think thatâs enough for today, donât you? You donât do this is as much as I do. Youâre getting all worn down." George bristled, but he only blinked slow, focusing on his breath rising and falling in his chest. "But you know, I love how hard you try. You want to own me so bad,â Dream trilled. âBut youâre still too soft. You got so close, but you wonât kill me. You wonât cross the line.â
Dream cradled George's head against his shoulder as he scooped him up. Dreamâs hoodie is soaked in blood, enough it smears on George's cheek. He can feel Dream limping, a jolt in every step as he carries George like a prized catch back inside.Â
âLetâs get cleaned up, George.â
Cleaned up? George wanted nothing more.Â
By his own hand. In his own bathroom.
George missed his bathroom. He missed the perpetual mildew on tiles too high for him to bother with scrubbing as hard. He missed the water stain on the wall near his shower. He missed his own soap, he hadn't thought the half-empty travel-size wash he'd used over a year ago and mildly disliked would feel so foreign, nor worse when nothing he saw or smelt in Dream's bathroom was like his own.
The little slice of agency a smell could give someone completely absent.Â
Dream set George against the tub in the bathroom. He sat him up, making sure he was able to support himself before he dropped his hands.
George watched numbly as Dream tugged his bloody hoodie off and his shirt leaving his chest bare. The weak knife slash George had managed across his bicep was only skin deep at best but Dream traced it with his pinky. A small, awful little smile before he tended to it. George averted his eyes and Dream tutted.
"George, look."
George stared through his hair and eyelashes at him.Â
 âI want you to see what youâve done," Dream said, he rinsed his wound under water, letting the sink turn pink with watered blood..
âWhy? So I can feel guilty?â
âBecause I want you to be proud, George,â Dream corrected. George shuddered. If he had pride, itâd dried up after that.Â
Dream examined the knife wound, stretching the skin around it. âI think itâll scar. Both of these will.â He gestured to the burn. It's a nasty thing for a stove top burn, the skin on his wrist is bubbling, and got uglier under the cool water, blisters bubbling up. Dream hardly winced, a testament to his pain tolerance. âYouâre not much of a dog person, are you George? You're more of a cat person.âÂ
George didn't answer him. His eyes lingered on Dream's injuries, willing them to be worse. He imagined the knife wound had been to the chest or the burn to the face. If he could break DreamâŚ
Dream flashed that eerie private smile and began to strip off the rest of his clothes. He didn't bother with modesty and George averted his eyes to avoid staring at his flaccid cock. He'd already seen it before, but he wasn't in the mood. His eyes landed on Dreamâs calves and with a small horror he saw skin gouged out around his ankles, like he'd been chained at some point. The more his eyes swept up the more scars he could find. A bite mark of a dog or something on his upper calf, flesh healed long ago, but badly. Dream wiped himself down with a rag, his hand lingering a minute too long on his cock to be accidental.Â
âI canât be your cat, George," Dream trilled, and he reached for George's face and tilted his jaw up. "But youâyou could be mine. I like cats.âÂ
George stared into the green eyes. They reminded him of the woods, murky, familiar yet eerie. An uncanny horror lurking within. He shivered. Most people looked defenseless when naked, not Dream. George could see every hand that'd attempted to kill him, break him, and failed.
âIâm not your cat," George said.
âNot yet," Dream released his jaw and tossed the dirty rag on the sink. "Then again, what cat thinks it belongs to people, let alone belongs to a dog. Patches doesnât think like that,â Dream hummed. He wrapped his arm slowly, firm gauze aroun. "No stitches. You'll appreciate I let this scar. You'll like looking at it," Dream said.
George swallowed. Rotten. He was rotten but he did hope it scarred.
âYou are a cat. You certainly love knocking things over.â
George laughed, but fruitlessly he tried to muffle the sound, closing his mouth with a snap. Dream smiled, fond.Â
âYou know, youâre not half bad.â Dream said. âYouâre such an oddity. For a cat person, coding does make sense. I checked if your little life story was true. I doubted. I used your fingerprint when you were passed out. You really are just what you said you are." Dream laughed a little. Â "Iâve been wanting to learn to code." Butâwell, Sapnap and I keep busy.â
âIf we were having this conversation before you tried to kill meâŚI'm sure I'd be more enthralled,â George muttered. He leaned back against the bathtub where heâd been set, onto his aching arms secured tightly behind him. âWhat now?â
âWell, weâre going to bed. And Sapnap will be here in the morning." Dream hummed in thought. âAnd then if this is all you have, youâll die.â
âWhat more can I fight with. I tried.â George muttered, leaning his head back against the sill of the tub. âI admit it. I canât fight like you. I canât escape you. I tried. Can you just kill me in my sleep or nowâget it over with? Iâm tired.â
ââŚI could,â Dream says. âI wouldnât even if I wanted to, I'm a loyal dog. But youâre forgetting, George.â Dream squat down, lowering himself to George. âAre you willing to own me?â
âI tried that too,â George said, but he narrowed his eyes, his fatigue ebbing away. âBut if youâre saying what I think youâre saying, youâll convince Sapnap not to kill me.â
 Dream tutted. He stood back up.Â
âNo,â Dream said. He rubbed salve on his burn. âNot a chance. Sapnapâs thick in the head. No. If you want to survive, George, youâre going to have to convince me.âÂ
He finished his lazy wound care and squat over George, straddling his legs. âI donât want to kill you yet, but the thing is, Sapnapâs my owner. If you want me to disobey him, youâre going to have give me a strong reason to obey you.â
George swallowed and composed himself, tilting his chin up. He looked to the side, considering it. âWhat doesnât Sapnap give you? Are you trapped here?â
âMmm.â Dream sounded thoughtful. âNow thereâs an interesting word. âTrapped.â âBroken-inâ, more like, George.â Dream said. âBut what doesnât Sapnap give me? For one, heâs a little insecure. He wouldnât want to emasculate himself. Everyone Is willing to call someone their bitch, butâŚâ He gripped Georgeâs jaw and licked his lips, his face inches apart. âYou can see how it feels, canât you? Would you willingly humiliate yourself?â
âNot my kink,â George said. Dream laughed, a musical sound full of delight.
âHm, maybe itâs mine,â Dream said. âBut see, the thing Iâd like to see in an owner, is someone who knows weâre both just messed up, rotten little animals. And maybe George, youâre right. I donât want this structure, these rules. Not anymore. ButâŚYour pretty face isnât going to convince me, because the one thing Sapnap has miles on you is blood lust and the ability to hunt things. If you canât escape a hunter thenâyouâre no cat, George. Youâre just a little bunny rabbit.â
Despite his pulse hammering heavily in his ears, George coughed and straightened.Â
âIâll escape him. I wonât need you,â George decides. âBut if I did. Youâd want me. I wouldnât have to try. You want me to beg you for help, pretend Iâm a bitch? A runt? Not a chance.â
Dream was salivating, his pupils blown. He gripped George's jaw tight. He licked George, trailing his tongue along Georgeâs forehead, over his eye, down his nose and to his lips. He licked at his mouth and grinned as George flinched, twisting in his grip. âYouâre definitely a cat, George. All prickly. You fluff up. You think itâll protect you. That Iâll see that big fluffy coat and tail and Iâll back down. But you should know, George, it does make me want youâI want to see you beneath me.â
George huffed, but heâs feeling his cock rise, a mixture of fear and the tension reaching his stomach. Dreamâs naked body has been pressed against him far too long and he remembered this morning, Dream hot and tight around him. âBecause George, I donât want another SapnapâI want you to become something more. I want you to be better. You made me realize Iâm not happy, and Iâm going to make you realize youâre not happy.â
âI was very much happy with my lifestyle before this,â George said but Dreamâs mouth pressed against his. A chaste kiss. âLiked it a lot more than this.â
Dream let out a derisive, disbelieving snort. Dream kissed his mouth again, his tongue and teeth catching George's bottom lip. âDonât worry, George, cats can get broke-in to a new house. It just takes a different hand,â Dream says. âSapnap never liked cats, but you could fit right in.â
âI would never stay,â George said, huffing out breaths against Dreamâs mouth. Dream rubbed his cheek against George's, nudging his jaw with his nose.Â
âWell, I didnât ever say I was the nicest to animals,â Dream murmured. âI never hurt Patches, but sheâs a sweetheart. You, George?â Dream hummed. âIf I like you too much, Iâll have to do what I do to the mice at the orphanage when I was a kid. Iâd break one of their little legs, so they could be my pets. Mine.âÂ
George felt his blood chill and Dream pulled his head back to take in his expression. "Obedience is useful, George."
"I'd rather you break my leg," George said.Â
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