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buckbarnesjames · 4 years ago

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Chapter Nine

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2093

A/N: This isn’t my favourite chapter that I’ve written but it’s the one I orginally struggled with (and why I stopped writing this series) and really wanted to move forward with the story so I hope you guys enjoy it either way! Taglist is OPEN. Feedback is appreciated!

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You sigh staring at the pregnancy test...negative. The third test in as many months. You knew it wouldn’t happen right away but given how you and Bucky had been fucking like rabbits ever since he’d suggested starting to try...you were surprised it hadn’t. “Well?” Bucky says as you open the bathroom door. You hand him the test and watch as disappointment flashes across his face. “I don’t know Bucky...maybe we should just take a break?” you say. “You want to give up so soon? It’s only been three months, Y/N.” he says, surprised at what seems to be your defeat. “Not give up...just not repeat this dance every month. Maybe it’s just not the right time? I mean between planning the wedding and the fact that we’re still adjusting to all the changes at work…” you sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap. “I’m not saying we have to stop having sex…” you say and he laughs as he walks over to join you. “You just think it’s too much pressure?” he says, taking your hands in his. “Yeah” you breathe out, “I think it’s our best option at the moment...I’m finally getting better and trying for a baby is supposed to be fun and honestly? It’s just starting to stress me out” you admit, resting a head on his shoulder. You were finally recovering from your stress induced vomiting and the idea that this was bringing you stress worried Bucky. He turns his head and kisses the top of your head, “Okay...we’ll take a break,” he says and then you both sit in silent, letting the moment wash over you.

A few days later, you’re planning your bachelorette party with Nat, Wanda and Rebecca. “I’m thinking strippers,” Nat says and you roll your eyes whilst Wanda and Rebecca laugh at her. “I don’t think Bucky would like that, Natalia” you say and she sticks her tongue out at you. “I’ve actually been thinking about the hamptons.There’s a hotel that does custom facials and massages and we could relax by the pool afterwards...I was thinking next friday and we stay for two days?” You say. “Next weekend?! How soon are you guys getting married?!” Wanda exclaims as three pairs of eyes settle on you. ``We were kind of thinking...the next month or so?” you reply to the quizzical looks being thrown your way, “Bucky and I know this is what we want...and we don’t want to wait ages to start the next chapter of our lives” you explain and duck your head with embarrassment when the girls break into a chorus of ‘aww’. “So it’s settled then, I can book for next weekend?” you say, standing from your chair. The girls nod at you and start to grab their belongings. “I just hope my boss lets me have the Friday off” Nat teases and you slap her arm lightly, giggling. Wanda and Nat say their goodbyes whilst Rebecca stays behind, lingering. “Hey...you okay?” you ask her. She’s looking at the floor, twisting a stand of her hair around her finger nervously. “I...um...I wanted to thank you” Rebecca says looking up at you, tears welling in her eyes. “You and your mom both seem to like thanking me” you chuckle softly but stop when you notice the serious look on her face, “Becca? What is it?” She rushes forward and envelopes you in a hug, squeezing you tightly. It takes you a moment to realise that she’s sobbing quietly into your shoulder. You rub her back softly as she chokes out, “For trying to save me from Brock...and I’m sorry that you got hurt”. You take her softly by her shoulders and stare into her eyes, a light smile on your face. “You’re my family, Rebecca.” You say and she hugs you again, tightly. “Alright, alright...Becca...can’t breathe” at that, she releases you. She wipes the tears from her eyes and apologies. You shake your head, “You don’t need to apologise. I’m just glad you’re safe and we both never have to go through something like that again…” Rebecca fiddles with the strap of her bag and starts heading towards the front door. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a while? Bucky wouldn’t mind. We were just going to stay in for dinner, you could join us?” You ask as she reaches for the door handle. “No, it’s okay Y/N. Besides, I’ve got to start packing for next weekend if I'm going to be the best dressed” she says, cheekily smiling at you. In that moment, she reminds you of Bucky. You say your goodbyes and head off to find him.

“Hey..” you say, knocking lighty at the door of Bucky’s home office. He looks up at you, beaming. “Hey, doll.” You walk over to him and he pulls you into his lap, your back to his chest. “So, the girls and I finally decided on a bachelorette party.” you say as he moves your hair from your neck and starts kissing the skin there. “Hmmm...no male strippers I hope?” he talks against your skin. You pretend to think about the answer for a moment and Bucky begins to tickle you, his fingers running up and down your side. “Bucky...Bucky, stop!” you laugh out, breathlessly. “N...no...there’s no...male...strippers” you manage to stutter out in between giggles and he finally relents. “Good,” he says grinning at you, “Just leave the details with me and I’ll have it all booked for you.” You nod, turning in his lap to wrap your arms around his neck, “What about you and the guys? Any plans?” you say pecking at his lips in between questions. Bucky shakes his head, “I didn’t give them any specifics. Although, I am a little nervous at what Sam will undoubtedly be roping Steve into planning” he admits and you both start to laugh joyfully at the idea running through your minds. You both stop laughing, look at each other and blurt out “Strippers!” at the same time before falling into fits of laughter again.

The Topping Rose House hotel was absolutely beautiful, the vintage style of the main building contrasting nicely with the modernisation of both inside and outside. You and the girls arrived in the early evening after deciding to drive down, much to the chagrin of Bucky who had suggested taking his helicopter. “I’m going to freshen up and then we could grab some dinner?” you say, dragging your suitcase through the halls of the hotel towards the rooms you had booked. “That sounds great, I’m starving!” Wanda says, following closely behind you. “We’ll meet down in the restaurant at seven thirty then?” Rebecca says, stopping in front of her hotel room. You all agree before heading into your respective rooms.

You’re putting the final touches to your outfit when your phone rings. You look at the caller ID to see it’s Bucky. “Miss me already?” you say upon answering the call and hear his gruff chuckle. “Just checking you arrived okay...alright I miss you a little” he admits and you giggle softly before sighing out an “I miss you too.” You spend a few minutes telling Bucky about the drive down (and how Nat drank most of the complimentary mini alcohol bottles) and about the hotel before there is a knock at your door. “That’s the girls, we’re about to grab some dinner. I miss you and I love you” you say. You hear Bucky sigh sadly on the other end before he replies, “I miss you and I love you. I’ll see you soon, doll.” The line goes dead and you take a deep breath. This weekend was going to be hard, it was the longest you had been away from each other since the arrangement you guys had agreed upon. That felt like a lifetime ago now. You push your thoughts away, sure...you missed Bucky but you were here to celebrate.

“To the weekend!” Wanda declares raising her glass before bringing it to her lips and downing the contents. “To spending Bucky’s money” Nat shouts next, before copying Wanda’s actions. You squint your eyes at her in warning whilst Wanda and Rebecca laugh at her. “To the Hamptons!” Rebecca says once she’s stopped laughing at Nat. She raises her glass to her lips and downs her drink just like the others. “Your turn, Y/N” she says and all eyes turn to you. You raise your glass in the air, “To...umm..getting married!” you say and down your drink. All three girls roll their eyes at you and your sappiness and you stick your tongue out at them. You were all pleasantly buzzed by this point, having had several cocktails with the meals you had ordered. “Maybe we should call it a night?” you saying, placing your glass down. “But it's your bachelorette party?” Wanda whines, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. “I know but we have all weekend and I’m kinda tired after the drive…” you say biting your lip nervously. You didn’t want to be boring but you truly were tired after the drive and missing Bucky. “Y/N’s right, we did have a long drive and we still have all of tomorrow to celebrate.” Rebecca says, sensing your nervousness. With that, you and the girls pay your bill and head to your rooms.

“Hey…everything okay?” Bucky’s voice comes through the phone as you lie in bed, your phone against your ear. “Yeah...yeah...I just miss you.” you say, sighing as you roll over in the bed trying to get comfortable. “I know, doll. I miss you too. Just two nights and then we’ll see each other again. Try to have fun...it is your bachelorette party after all” Bucky says, and you hear him stifling a yawn. “I’m sorry, I’m keeping you awake.” you say softly before letting out a yawn of your own. “It’s okay, doll. Get some sleep okay? And try to enjoy yourself tomorrow, alright?” he replies, his voice heavy with sleep. “Goodnight. I love you” he says, you can practically hear the sleepy smile that’s on his face. “Goodnight. I love you too” you say before ending the call. You plug your phone in to charge and settle into the bed, closing your eyes. You fall asleep pretty quickly after that.

You’re awakened by a knock on the door and someone shouting “Room service.” You clamber out of bed and head over to the door. You swing it open to find Nat, Wanda and Rebecca standing there. “Good morning!” Rebecca greats you cheerfully as all three of them push their way into your room. “Pack your bikini! We’re hitting the spa and then we’re going to sit by the pool drinking for the rest of the day” Nat says, buzzing with excitement. You turn on your heel and walk towards your suitcase. You rifle through your suitcase looking for your bikini as the girls discuss the plans for the day. “Hey, we got you something to go with your outfit,” Rebecca says when you return from the bathroom, having changed into a Versace bikini. She presents you with a white sash, gold letters adorn it spelling out ‘future bride’. You smile in thanks as you slip the sash on. “Also, we know you miss Bucky but, try to let loose a little bit okay?” Nat says as you all head to the door of your hotel room.

You may have let loose a little too much. Having spent the morning getting facials and massages, you and the girls were now drinking by the pool and dancing to the music that the hotel had graciously allowed your friends to play to set the mood. The alcohol courses through your veins as you drunkenly climb on to one of the poolside tables. “Y/N, be careful!” Wanda shouts when she spots what you’re doing. You down your drink and throw your arms out in celebration, glass still in hand. “I’m going to be Mrs Barnes!” you shout drunkenly and the girls all laugh at your antics. “Y/N?” a voice sounds out, making you spin around on the table and nearly fall off. Your blood runs cold when you see who is standing there.

‘Well, isn’t this great’, you think to yourself as you stare in disbelief at the person standing in front of you.

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kwrittink · 5 years ago

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Unless?

Pairing: Reader x Im Jaebum (FTL)

Genre: PWP

Warnings: language, sexual insinuation, mentions of hanjob and description, mentions of bowjob and description.

"Fuck, I'm so tired..." Your friend groaned as he dropped on the couch beside you, hand reaching out to pinch at your sweater, slightly pulling you towards him.

"Rough day?" You snickered, giving in and leaning on his side, his arms immediately encasing you against his chest, squeezing you once and sighing. That kind of coziness was usual with you two, knowing each other since your teenage years. It had something else mixed with it, you had to admit, but it was easy to ignore that itch and avoid risking that friendship.

Though discreet teasing wasn't beyond any of you.

"Yeah, my whole body hurts, who would have thought producing songs could stress someone out like this." He rolled his eyes tiredly, head tipping back to the couch. You couldn't help to stare at his jaw and neck, having the urge to press your lips on the skin and discover what sound Jaebum would make, what would happen next. But again, you kept it to yourself in favor of friendship.

"Do you want a massage or something?" You still offered, knowing he enjoyed a shoulder rub sometimes and making an excuse to put your hands on him. It wasn't like you had ulterior motives every time, just that you did see the pros and cons of your actions.

Jaebum shook his head. "No, I just want to stay still for a bit, recharge my spirits." You smiled as he pulled you closer, making you rest your head at his chest, the steady rythm of his heart your personal favorite beat.

"You know, I'd advise you to take a bath and go beat one off, but you're very comfy," you joked, hearing him bark a laugh and shake his head at you.

"Why do I feel like that comes from experience, hm?" He looked down at you, a smirk playing in the corner of his lips.

"Because it does. An orgasm really does the trick, you know." You stared matter-of-fact, trying to keep a serious expression on, but failing miserably as you held your gaze for just a couple seconds. He

"Must be nice. But I'm too lazy to move my arm right now,"

"I could do it for you, if you want,"

"... What?"

"What?"

"Did you just offer me a handjob?" He turned his body to face you in surprise, one of his legs bending in front of him, unconsciously pushing you away.

"I mean it's a joke," you shrugged awkwardly, face burning as you tried to look away from his now falling expression.

"Oh..." And the disappointment was so clear on his voice that you felt compelled to look back, swallowing dryly.

"Unless..."

There was silence. For what it felt an eternity, you stared at each other's eyes, trying to grasp the seriousness of the other.

"But what about us-"

"This doesn't have to change anything if you don't want to," you started, pulling away from his body, putting some space in between your bodies to properly look at his face. Jaebum had his jaw slack as he stared back at you, shock completely stamped on his face. "W-we can even pretend I've never said anyth- Oh dear." You almost choked as your eyes glanced downwards, meeting a very prominent outline straining against your best friend's jeans.

"I don't think I'm able to forget what you've said at this point, Y/N." His voice was low, eyes never leaving your face. You breathed out almost... Relieved in a way, grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

Slowly you crawled back to him, closing the small gap back again, kneeling in front of him. "Okay then Im Jaebum, I'm going to touch you."

You were able to see his face finally relaxing as he nodded, eyelids lowering as he pressed one elbow on the armrest behind him, leaning the weight of his torso on it, stretching the previously bent leg beside you and, efficiently putting himself at your mercy. You had to bit your lower lip while admiring the image in front of you as you touched his knees, sliding your palms upwards.

"Fuck," you heard him curse under his breath, your fingers barely reaching the now twitching bulge. It made you smile, ego swelling in your chest to see Jaebum this riled up about whatever you would do to him.

Ignoring the silent beg to be touched properly you kept your way up his torso, breaching his shirt and feeling soft skin under your fingertips, teasing it with your nails just to test the waters, get to really know what would drive him insane. Jaebum sighed as he saw you had no intentions of giving in just yet, closing his eyes and enjoying your exploring.

In a sudden move, you flicked his nipples lighty, making his eyes shoot open and gasp, about to ask what you were doing, but you quickly drew back, giving a firm squeeze to his crotch and immediately making him hiss at the sudden contact, even if still over the clothes.

"Y/N, pl- C'mon..." His frustrated tone shouldn't please you so much, the way he pinched his shirt discreetly, eyes pleading.

"Sheesh, a girl can't have her fun..." You joked under your breath, not even trying to hide the wide grin on your lips as you looked back up again, meeting his glare.

Getting back to your task, you struggled a little with his belt before yanking it open, starting to get eager yourself to unwrap him. You glanced at Jaebum again, finding him focused on your hands with a bitten lower lip and breathing heavily, only hitching quietly when you were able to pop his button and drag the ziper down.

"Raise your hips a little please," you asked, voice faltering as he looked up at you again. Jaebum almost made you feel nervous, wasn't for how aroused you were already by just his expressions.

As he did as you requested, you made quick work of both the jeans and boxers underneath, tugging them down in a swift movement, just enough that his erection sprung free, slapping up his clothed stomach. Both you and Jaebum cursed quietly. You could only imagine how his cock was before but somehow the real thing was better. More fitting.

Tentatively, you wrapped one hand around the shaft and gave it a small squeeze, watching as Jaebum tensed immediately, gaze trained on your movements.

"Feels so hard Bomie," you tried to speak, licking your lips in an attempt to make your mouth work properly. "Does it hurt?"

"Hah- A little," he cleared his throat, also having some issues with communication. "On the tip..." He pointed out and as if by prompting you moved your hand up, caressing the pointed out part, smearing the precum that already oozed from the head. Jaebum hummed pleased with your ministrations, giving you the last of confidence you needed to really get your hands on him.

Wrapping both of your hands around his cock you started to jerk him slowly at first, putting some pressure on his tip and dragging long groans from his throat, Jaebum gradually getting louder as you made him feel good.

"F-fuck feels good Y/N," he started when your pace got random. "Your hands on my cock, shit, so damn good!" He grunted, closing his eyes and you observed his face, noticing sweat starting to form on top of his furrowed brows.

"You wanna cum already? You can cum whenever, I wanna make you feel good, m'kay?" You reassured him but Jaebum shook his head.

"No, 'm not cumming yet." He stated, and you weren't sure if he was telling you or trying to convince himself of that. His dick throbbed in your hands flushed red, and you wanted nothing more to make him release, feel his cum stain your hands, your face...

"Jaebum," you called him, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you in a haze, lower lip caged between his teeth. "I want to taste you, so bad."

For a second you noticed he didn't know what to do, eyes shaking and lips gaping before your friend nodded brokenly, down to whatever you wanted to do to him by that point.

You were trying to keep in control, on the back of your mind thinking that going too deep with the whole thing would be bad. But by then you too were barely stopping yourself from straddling him and letting Jaebum have your way with you.

Scooting back a little, you focused on his cock and practically salivated as you leaned closer. This was to be etched in your memory forever, the stare Jaebum was giving you, looking so fucked out already as he sat up straighter to watch you better, fingers running over his tousled locks.

"Hnng- Holy sh-" you could physically feel the shudder that ran over his body when your lips wrapped around his tip, suckling experimentally. You hummed at the tang of his precum, eyes falling close as you lowered further, tongue flattening on his length.

"Y/N, damn- That's so good hah," Jaebum straight up moaned, one if his hands shooting to the back of your head, just as a reflex. "Just like that, that's it!"

His sounds had your gut twisting and tingling, so much it was hard to avoid moaning around his cock every time the tip hit the back of your throat. You could feel his fingers twitching on your hair, eager to control your movements, fuck your mouth on his cock.

The breaking point was your fingers reaching his balls, delicately rolling the heavy loaded organ in your hand, causing his hips to jut upwards, the other hand finally joining in the back of your head and grabbing at your hair carelessly, pressing you down till your nose was pressed to his base.

"Y/N I'm- I'm gonna fuck your mouth I need to mmh cum in your pretty mouth," you forced yourself to keep your eyes open to look at Jaebum as he thrusted up shallowly into your mouth, grunting nonsense with every thrust. You were gagging, spit pooling at the sides of your lips by then, eyes teary with the invasion. But in a weird way, it felt so good to see him loosing his mind over you.

The closer he was to sweet release, the louder he got. Among moans he changed your name, forcing your head deeper down as you struggled to keep a pace between sucking and laving his cock, that throbbed hard inside your mouth. And you wanted nothing more to see him finish, so you tried the move that for him crazy one more time, fingers touching delicate skin before grabbing at the sensitive organs and rolling them carefully, watching Jaebum trash and tremble with his head thrown back, mouth slack as he breathed hard.

"I'm - fuck - cumming! I'm cum- hngah shit I love you I'm cumming Y/N, fuck fuh!" And as foretold, ribbons of thick cum started coating the inside of your mouth while you tried to swallow, helping his high with a lazy hand stroking at his base.

You heard what he said, you heard the confession but, in the midst of an orgasm it was really easy to say those things, to blurt enhanced feelings.

"I said it, didn't I?"

"What? You said a lot of thing, Boomie," you tried to play dumb, cleaning the corners of your lips with your thumb, feeling a sorta welcome soreness in your jaw.

Not a man of patience, Jaebum groaned in frustration and pulled you by the arm, and hadn't you held on his shoulders, you would have tipped off the couch. But there was no time to complain of his roughness when his lips pressed against yours, skin a little cold from the recent climax, his still trembling hands reaching to grip your face and keep you there, stunned, till you found the way to breathe again and sighed against his lips, finally kissing him back.

Before the exchange got deeper Jaebum pulled away, still holding your face as he pressed his forehead to yours.

"Please let's not ignore this happened. Be with honest me, Y/N."

"Jaebum you-"

"I know. I know you think I said that because of the moment, but I already loved you before. I couldn't hold it any longer."

You opened your eyes to look at him, smiling a little as you moved to hold his sides. "That's what he said," you joked, making him roll his eyes and groan.

"Look I love you but shut up and kiss me," Jaebum scoffed, pressing his lips back to yours again and you chuckled, responding to the request by wrapping your arms around his neck.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Dont Leave Camp

Im not entierly happy with the ending but i hope you enjoys it i have a few different imagines im tweaking atm which will hopefully be up within the next couple of days xx

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Warnings: spanking, swearing, mentions of periods

A certain witcher punishes you for disobeying him

Dont Leave Camp

You huffed as you sat at the fire with Ciri and Jaskier. Yennefer had gone to the village on the other side of the small wood for something. To be honest you were to busy pouting to listen and Geralt had made his way in the opposite direction to take care of a small contract. You werent staying in the village as there had been an outbreak of a pneumonia it had killed four people then apparently the bodies attracted ghouls who were killing more people who was attracting more ghouls. Vicious cycle when you think about it. Which was what Geralt had been hired to get rid of. So the three of you were confined to the camp. You pulled your new black fur trimmed cloak tighter pushing away the hair that fell into your eyes, you cringed it was soo greasy to the point your scalp hurt. Shifting you grimanced as the other reason you were desperate for a bath made itself known. Thats right your pill had worn off and you had your fucking period which probably wasnt helping your mood. You didnt see any reason why you couldnt quickly have a bath in the village then return but no. Yennefer had put her foot down when you had asked. You tried to argue that your immune system was going to be better than theirs and that you knew the appropriate steps to take but Geralt had stepped in agreeing with her then left ordering you to stay at camp and that you could all bathe in the stream tomorrow. They didnt understand that your used to a much better hygiene routine then the people here. You sighed again seething not even aloud to bathe and Geralt definatly knew why you needed one. Having enough you got up going to your tent grabbing your wash cloth, soap and fresh undergarments leaving your cloak on the bed roll catching both Ciri and Jaskiers attentionas you made your way back out.

"What are you doing?" He asked tentatively

"Im going to find a stream and bathe." You said tersely befor making your way out across camp. Ciri got up befor grasing your arm pulling you back

"But Geralt said its not safe, you should wait untill tomorrow" you sighed and patted her hand.

"Im not waiting i really really really need a bath, im only having a quick rinse ill be about 10 mineuts ,if that? besides im going in the opposite direction to geralt and the ghouls" she didnt look convinced turning to Jaskier for back up

"Why do you even need one that bad you smell fine to me?" He offered a weak argument.

"Why? Ill tell you why iv spent all day sitting in blood stained knickers" you growled out at him ,he went a funny shade of green.

"Right then. 10 mineuts .be back before Geralt." You nodded and patted Ciri's head as you walked past

"No wait y/n i really think you should wait you dont want to make him angry" she tried to convince you to stay

"Ciri i'll be fine ok its not that far" you called over your shoulder as you made your way towards a small stream. You frowned as you went deeper into the wooded area and still couldn't hear the tell tale sound of the stream the camp had quickly dissapeared. It must have been nearly 10 mineuts before you heard it the trickling of water quickening your steps before you heard somthing else. You froze scanning the area with a shiver of fear before stepping backwards. As you heard things moving around in the woods the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You held your breath as you heard the mix of inhuman growls and bushes and twigs snapping under the weight of what ever it was. Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest. You decided it was time to go back to camp stepping back slowly retracing your steps slowly and quietly. You squeeked out when you saw a hideous creature crawling around the bushes a few feet infront of you quickly spotting another three wandering aimlessly with it. You ducked holding your hand across your mouth trying to quiet your panicking breaths tears flowed freely down your face. You found yourself shaking from quiet sobs as your fear took hold trying to scamper backwards faster. What ever it was began sniffing the air making their way towards you then they found you snapped their gazes locking onto you. You dropped your things hefting your skirt and ran as fast as you could with them on your tail. You screamed as loud as you possibly could trying to get anyones attention looking either side of you as one ran along side you and dived at you, quickly changing direction your thighs burned you jumped over small rocks and logs. You heard them behind you screaming bloody murder as one pounced onto you just clipping your dress you lost your footing crashing to the forest floor skidding down a small slope your vision was blurred with tears as you used the slope to roll up onto your feet staggering and continued running through an opening in the woods you cried out as your foot was snagged again by the one behinde you. Tumbling to the ground you felt its weight on you. Befor you heard an order being barked at you from infront of you.

"HEAD DOWN!!" You obeyed tucking your forhead into the dirt as seconds later you felt a rush of wind across your head the grusome sound of flesh and bone being struck with a blade followed by a gush of warmth on your back. The weight was removed You made to get up only having a foot pressing you back down.

"Stay there!" You could have cried as you saw geralt standing over you staring down the other three things he stepped one foot over you putting you between them feet. They eyed him wearily before all pounceing on him. With ease he twisted around them cutting each one down quickly. He stood back then knelt down collecting you into his arms looking down at you checking to see if you were ok you swore you felt his body tremor but only once.

"Are you hurt?" You shook your head not trusting your voice as you began sobbing into his chest clawing at him he sighed heavily wrapping himself around you tighter. He let you cry yourself out before pulling back scowling at you.The tenderness he had shown was replaced with disapproval and anger.

"What the fuck did i tell you?" He growled at you he shook you by the shoulders you shook your head at him whimpering he grabbed your chin forcing you to look him in the eye

" what .did. i. tell. you?" He grit his teeth as his anger broke throuhg his voice you sniffed placing your hands on his wrist

"G-geralt im sorry" he shook your face lighty his eyes were ablaze and burned into you scalding you with his anger.

"Y-you said not t-to leave camp." You answerd between sniffles

"Thats right i said not to leave camp." He forced you to look at the mix of blood flesh and body parts strewn across the floor.

"Because those ghouls are stalking this whole area , if i hadnt found you they would have ripped you limb from limb, kept you alive as they feasted on you." He explaind as you began sobbing again trying to look away he tightened his grip slightly still carefull not to hurt your jaw.

"No look because thats how i could have found you." Geralt grunted he was unimpressed and realeased your face after a few moments you felt his anger rolling off of him in waves grabbing you by the scruff of your dress and hoisted you to your feet. He growled at you effectively stopping all protest

"where the fuck did you think you were going anyway?"

"I wanted a bath" you said in a small voice. He scowled at you deep as you avoided his gaze.

"So you ignored my orders and warnings about the ghouls and put your life at risk for a bath?"

"....i didnt know that they were this way.... im sorry?" He threw you over his shoulder walking across the clearing.You began wriggling trying to throw of his hold that felt like an iron bar across the back of your waist.

"Geralt im sorry"

"Oh your not sorry ! not yet" he grunted out as he tensed his arm around you.

"WhhaAh" you hissed through your teeth as he stuck your upturned bottom with more force than you'd ever experienced from him before.you put your hands on your throbbing bottom rubbing, tears gatherd in your eyes at the harsh stinging he'd caused.

"I suggest you be quiet" he sat on a stump and lower you to your feet infront of him keeping a firm grip on your wrist. Pulling at his hand looking panicked.

"Geralt, i want to go back to camp." He shook his head at you befor using one hand to unstrap his swords placing them beside him on the floor.

"You dont want me to do this in camp." His words made you stop struggleing. Your eyes grew wide as you realized what he meant when he tugged you across his thigh you bucked at him.

"NO! Nonononono please im sorry! Geralt please you cant! i didnt mean to" He held you firm dragging you skirt high leaving it to pile at the small of your back ignoring your pleas.

"I will put up with a lot but i wont have you putting yourself in dangerous situations like this if i hadn't heard you you'd be dead" He started scolding you as his held you still and struck your rear followed by a second and third each felt like a palm sized brand he quickly laid slaps across the seat of you smalls. You wailed at the instant burning sting, there wasn't a slow build up or easing you in to it. He was only holding back enough of his strength so he wouldnt cause any damage apart from a sore bottom peppered it with heavy spanks. You threw your hands back coving yourself.

"Move your hands" You wriggled against his leg shaking your head he sighed smaking each palm then pulled them up tangling them in your heavy skirt holding them still and laid four much heavier spanks to your bottom. Crying as each one fell onto your swollen bottom you pushed against the floor with your tippy toes trying to make distance between you and his offending palm.

"Geralt pl-please. im o-on my monthly" you called out around hiccups and sobs teribly afraid of bleeding on him.

"Why do you think im leaving these up? you can guarantee you'd be bare if it was any other time." He grunted at you pulling lightly on the material. Unbelievabley even this harsh spanking was setting your body on fire you felt conflicted as your arousal built inside you, it was as if your body was no longer your own, his dominant display managed to control your basic desires even when he was punishing you so thoughrly.

"Ow! Geralt st-sto-op im sorry" he scoffed as he continued his blistering assault on your cheeks before moving to your thighs. You shreiked as he left your sensitive skin deep red and throbbing. Kicking your feet out like a chastised child. He took it in his stride and tucked them under his calf pinning them down.

"Will you stop this bratty behaviour? next time you nearly get yourself killed i will spank you in camp bare do you hear me?" You cried louder flushing when your pussy clenched at the thought of being punished infront of the others.

"Yes yes stop!" You shouted out at him as he left harder swats against your already bruised bottom rocking you forward.

"No more tantrums and when your told to do something you will do it. No more arguing with yennefer either" you nodded weakly and stopped struggling succumbing to him discipline laying limp over him sobbing uncontrollably a mix of yelps sniffing and shaking breaths babbling that you'd be good and wont argue, promising anything if he stopped he huffed continuing untill your skin was a deep red from your knees to the top of your bottom pulling you skirt back down he rubbed your back.

"What you did today was stupid you could have easily died had i not heard you you would have,we wouldn't have even found your body y/n. There would have been nothing of you left." He said but there was somthing in his voice it almost sounded like fear. You sniffed as he rested a heavy hand on your stinging swollen bottom.

"And i mean it you ever do anything like this again and i wont care where we are or whos there youll get a bare assed spanking then and there."

You shrunk knowing full well he meant every word he slowly sat you up on his legs faceing you.

"This is the last time you leave camp alone,from now on you always have some one with you no matter what. When you get back you will aplogize for worrying them." You tucked your head under his chin nodding still sniffing back sobs as your ass and legs burned. He sighed leaning to collect his swords heaving them back into place before standing with you cradled in his arms.

"I can walk" you said meekly he tightend his hold inhaling your scent

"I know i want to hold you...i thought id lost you" Your heart broke alittle at the crack in his voice he must have been worried when he heard you screaming. It took nearly 20 minuets to get back you camp you used the time to collect yourself wiping your swollen eyes and tear stained eyes. Once you got to camp Geralt placed you by the fire you yelped as your bottom made contact with the ground. Ciri gave you a sympathetic smile knowing exactly how you felt. Yennefer rushed beside you pulling you to her in a desperate hug then leant you back holding you at arms legnth.

"What were you thinking? I dont believe you could be so stupid-" her rant was interupted by geralt

"Yenn iv dealt with it" you blushed at his implication as the others heard to she nodded giving you the once over noting your destressed apperance.

"Good." Was all she said then handed you some thick rags

"I got these for you, there for your well... you know.." you smiled a small smile

"Thank you." You took them tucking them in your pack. Geralt cleared his throat looking at you pointedly

"Im sorry i was a brat and for worriying you..all of you i didnt mean to i hope you can forgive me for being such a bitch." Yennefer chuckled and kissed your head

"Thats ok we all have bad days but its all forgiven" you nodded as fresh tears gatherd in your eyes latching onto her and she returned the hug before she pulled back kissing your cheek then sat behind you letting you lean against her you hissed as your bottom slid along the floor. Jaskier took note and blinked at you

"Did he hurt you? Your really quiet" You blushed and dropped your head embarassed Yennefer chuckled and Geralt sighed already knowing where this was headed. Ciri piped up understanding the situation.

"Jaskier leave it" he frowned watching as you kept shifting uncomfortably then gapped laughing.

"He spanked you" you cringed as the word seemed to make your ass throb even more he laughed.

"Shut up! You little shit" you leant over thumping him he let out a manly squeel and tried avoiding you then laughed again

"Ah ah behave yourself or geralt will spank you again for being naughty" you growled and launched yourself at him and you both began wrestling on the floor

"You sound jealous" you quipped as you landed on him pinning him.He yelped and crawled away from you you growled at him as yennefer pulled you to sit beside her , whimpering lightly as you sat on the hard floor you glared at him as he sat down smug snickering at you.

"Jaskier carry on and you'll join her" he stuttered at the witcher before scoffing

"Youd have to catch me first" Geralt smirked and tilted his head.

"That a challenge?" Jaskier bit back any remarks he had making you Ciri and Yennefer chuckle at the meek looking bard.

#geralt of rivia imagine #geralt imagine #geralt x yennefer x you #geralt x yennefer x reader #geralt x modern reader #geralt x y/n #witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #witcher imagine

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btaes1 · 5 years ago

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BTS REACTION:First Time Seeing You With Glasses

This was requested a long time ago! I have been super busy, but i’m finally posting it! I hope you like it, if you do please like and follow me! And I am so sorry this is late!

Kim Seokjin

“Jagi can you help me find my blue socks” Jin yells from your bedroom. You sigh as you walk towards your bedroom. For some reason only you could find things Jin had lost.

“I swear to god Jin if you’re laying down not even bothering to look, I’m never helping you again” you warn him. Angry that the last few times something had gone missing he didn’t bother looking and left it up to you. Opening the door, you see a foreign object placed in Jin’s hand.

“What are these?” Jin questions you, holding up the mysterious object. Squinting, you try to make out the mysterious object. After a few seconds, your vision clears up allowing you to realize that Jin had a hold on your glasses.

“Oh no no no, give those back to me” You firmly answer, holding your hand out. You hadn’t worn your glasses in the last couple of months, and definitely not around Jin.

“Jagi, are these yours?” Jin asks curiously, ignoring your hand. “They’re cute.” Sighing at the compliment, you stare at Jin with daggers in your eyes.

“Put them on” Jin pleads.

“I haven’t worn them in months Jin” you groan, annoyed at the fact he hadn’t given them back.

“Put them on and I’ll give them back to you, and I’ll even forgive you for not letting me know you even wore glasses.” he attempts to persuade you. Realizing he wasn’t going to give in, you yanked them out of his hands, and place them over your eyes.

“Happy? I look ridiculous.” you mumble. Giggling at the glasses placed on your face, Jin places a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Ridiculous? No, but it is different. I like it though” he smiles, pulling you in for a hug.

“Thank you” you answer, allowing yourself to hug him back. Pulling away, Jin opens his mouth to ask you a question.

“Now can you help me find my blue socks, I really can't find them.”

Min Yoongi

“I’m here, and I brought your food.” you state, walking into Yoongi’s studio. Without looking back, Yoongi mutters a hello. Rolling your eyes, you place yourself on the small couch, waiting for him to come back to reality. You knew better than to interrupt, he always found inspiration in solace. After a long 15 minutes of no talking, you decide to speak up.

“Your food is going to get cold if you wait any longer Yoongs.” you inform him, not looking up from your phone. Invested fully in the game you were playing, you didn’t notice Yoongi turn his chair towards you.

“Y/n, you wear glasses?” Yoongi asked, eyes wide with confusion. Fully confused as to what he was talking about, you soon realize that you still had your glasses on.

“I... I mean yeah” you mumble, not wanting Yoongi to figure out that you wore glasses. At least not yet.

“They look silly, I didn’t want you to see them” you admit, attempting to not look Yoongi in his eyes. Standing up, he places himself beside you.

“Look at me” Yoongi instructs, fully focusing on you. Feeling your heart beat fast, you continue to look down, not wanting to let your boyfriend see you with the silly glasses on.

“Yoongi...they look silly I’ll just take them off” you try to reason, reaching up to remove them from your face. Instantly grabbing your arm, he prevents you from taking them off.

“Y/N just let me see, please” He pleads, waiting for you to raise your head. Realizing that he was eventually going to see you with the glasses if you intended to stay together. Sighing, you raise your head, instantly meeting Yoongi’s gaze. Holding eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, Yoongi lets out a small smile.

“I like them, you look cute.” He shrugs, not seeming to mind the slim glasses framing your face. Feeling your cheeks flush slightly, you smile back lighty. Pulling you close, Yoongi places his arms around you. Finding comfort in the crook of his neck, you mumble a thank you.

“No need to thank me, you’ll always be beautiful to me.”

Jung Hoseok

Instinctively feeling your eyes start to squint, you realize that there was no way you could make out what Jimin was drawing a few feet in front of you. Worried that you were going to have to grab the glasses in your bag.

“It’s a fucking spaceship!” Yoongi yells, frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what was being drawn by the younger member.

“Hyung, if you can’t see it, maybe you shouldn’t be playing this game.” Jimin grits, more focused on the drawing. Stifling a giggle, Hoseok makes eye contact with you. Smiling widely, he pulls you in close.

“Yah, I can’t fucking guess” Yoongi grumbled, obviously upset with his partner. The four of you had decided to play a simple game of pictionary, with you and Hoseok against Jimin and Yoongi.

“Our turn to guess!” Hoseok interjects excitedly. You on the other hand, were worried about not being able to guess correctly. Leaning forward, Hoseok stares intensely at the drawing.

“Alright you have a minute...starting now!”Jimin states. Quickly observing the board, the most you can make out is a few blobs of black.

“A car! Wait, no! It’s a soccer ball?” Hoseok questions Jimin’s painting. Groaning loudly, Jimin facepalms himself.

“Can you not see it” he moans, realizing that his drawing was not as perfect as he thought it was. “What do you think Y/n?” Feeling all eyes on you, you tense up. You did not want everyone to notice the way you couldn’t make out what was on the board.

“You have to be quick Jagi, we have 30 seconds left!” Hoseok urges, not wanting to lose to Jimin and Yoongi. Immediately focusing on the blurry image, you try your hardest to focus. After 20 seconds you come to the conclusion that this was not going to happen.

“Fuck it.” you mumble, reaching into your bag, you pull out your old glasses. Placing them over your eyes, you finally see the picture clearly.

“Oh, it’s obviously a man riding a skateboard.” you answer. Eyes wide with shock the members, and Hoseok can only stare. Instantly feeling self-conscious, you place your head down.

“HELL YEAH! That’s my jagi!” Hoseok screams, happy at the fact you both had won the game. Looking up, you realize that Hoseok didn’t seem to mind the glasses on your face.

“You see that, my girlfriend is super smart with those glasses.” Hobi bragged, letting himself hold you close to him.

“Yeah, either that or her and Jimin both can’t draw for shit” Yoongi continues his grumbling. Laughing lightly, you lean on Hobi before responding

“Maybe, or you’re just jealous that we won, and you didn't.”

Kim Namjoon

“Y/N put the book down” Hoseok whines, wanting to talk to you. Sitting in your apartment, you and Hobi had decided to hang out, just like old times.

“I’m sorry, it’s just really interesting, but I’m done now.” you answer, placing the book on the side table. Finally looking at Hoseok, you smile and give him the attention he wanted.

“I like your glasses” he compliments you. Snorting obnoxiously, you slap him lightly. You did not like your glasses. Hoseok and you had been friends for years, and he knew you before you even needed them.

“Very funny Hobi” you chuckle.

“I’m serious, I don’t know why you don’t wear them more often, especially around Namjoon. Namjoon. The name bringing butterflies to your stomach. You and Namjoon had been dating for almost a year, and he had yet to see you with the bulky glasses.

“Because I want him to actually find me attractive” you respond. Rolling his eyes, Hobi places his feet over your lap.

“You’re so dramatic Y/n-ah” he sighs, letting himself get comfortable on your small couch. Before you could get the chance to respond, you hear a knock on the door.

“Is that Namjoon?” Hobi questions, turning his head towards the door.

“No, he said he wouldn’t be here for another 30 minutes, it’s the pizza we ordered.” you answered confidently.

“Okay, well go answer the door, im confortable.” Hobi yawns, pulling the blanket that was placed on top on the couch over his body.

“Yah, you have your feet on me, and you’re going to make me open the door, what a gentleman.” you snap back.

“Maybe, but you love me” He smiles, not moving an inch. Rolling your eyes, you push his feet off of you and make your way to the front door. Opening the door excitedly, you had anticipated to see the pizza man, but instead you find yourself face to face with your boyfriend.

“Namjoon!” you screech, trying to hide your face, “What are you doing here right now?”, Pulling you in for a hug, Namjoon wraps his arms around you.

“I got off a bit early, and decided to surprise you...why are you covering your face?” Namjoon asks, losing track of what he was saying before. Feeling your cheeks flush up, you couldn’t find the words to say.

“I’m going to be honest with you Joon, she’s hiding her face from you because she doesn’t want you to see her ugly glasses.” Hoseok answers for you, while laying down on the couch, not even looking your way. Throwing a death glare Hoseok’s way, you make a mental note to grab his card to pay for the pizza.

“Is that true Jagi?” Namjoon asks, still hiding behind your hands, you let out a slight mumble.

“Maybe” “Jagi, let me see, you know I won’t find you any less beautiful, I promise.” Namjoon attempts to soothe your worries. Coming to the conclusion that he was right, you slowly remove your hands from your face allowing him to see you in your glasses. Smiling widely, Namjoon places a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

“See? You’re still beautiful to me” he answers, arms still wrapped around your waist. Smiling softly, you let yourself believe the words that come out of your boyfriend's mouth.

“Eh, Debatable.” Hoseok yells from the couch, ruining the sentimental moment between you and Namjoon.

“Hobi!”

Park Jimin

“I promise I won't judge” Jimin begs, lying beside you. Mentally groaning, you lay face first on the bed.

“No” you mumble into the blanket. Sighing, Jimin places himself even closer, attempting to catch a glimpse of your glasses. You didn’t intend for Jimin to see you with your glasses on, but he had walked in seeing you placing them on. And for the last 10 minutes he had been begging you to let him see you in the,

“Jagi, I won’t think you look any different, you know that.” He mumbled softly, still attempting to get you to raise your head. Embarrassed to be in such a predicament, you wanted nothing more than for Jimin to ignore the glasses placed on your face.

“Just let me see for a second.” he suggests, hoping that you could agree to this suggestion. Ignoring the words that came out of his mouth allows him to realize you weren’t going to give in so quickly. Coming to realize he would have to use a different strategy, Jimin realizes what might work.

“Y/n, if you can’t show me what you look in glasses, do you not see a future with me?” Jimin asks seriously, “If you can’t let me see you with glasses now, that means that you don’t plan on being with me forever.”

“Don’t do that” you groan, not wanting Jimin to feel like you didn’t see a future with him.

“I’m not doing anything, but you can’t go forever without wearing your glasses, so if you won’t show me, you’re leading me to believe you don’t want this forever.” Jimin shoots back. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t help but feel worried that he would find you to look less desirable. Huffing, you pull your face out of the blanket, grateful that you could smell some fresh air. Facing Jimin, you let him see the glasses sitting on your face.

“Happy?” you ask, still unhappy with your appearance. Tilting his head to the side, Jimin takes in the view. Leaning forward, he places his hand across your full cheek. Unexpectedly placing his full lips across your forehead, he sends you a smile before softly responding

“Extremely, you are so beautiful Y/n” Feeling the blush creep lightly across your face, you hug your boyfriend.

“Thank you for making me feel so beautiful.” you whisper in his neck. Laughing lightly, he holds you tightly before uttering a response.

“It’s easy when your girlfriend is already so beautiful.”

Kim Taehyung

“Stay a little longer?” you whine, latching yourself on to your boyfriend. Chuckling lightly, Taehyung wraps his arms around you, allowing himself to fully get immersed in the way your body wrapped around his.

“I wish Jagi, but you know I have to go.” Tae mumbles into your ear, even though he doesn’t let you go. Whining dramatically, you grab him a little tighter. Pressing your lips across his neck.

“When do you have to go?” you pout, wanting to lay in bed with your boyfriend a lot longer.

“I had to go like 5 minutes ago” he laughs, “You’re going to get me in trouble.” he jokingly accuses you. Not wanting to get your boyfriend into any type of trouble, you reluctantly let go.

“Fine, but only because I don’t want you to get in trouble” you state. Sending a wink your way, Taehyung jumps out of bed, quickly getting dressed. Rolling over to face Taehyung, you pull the covers up, letting yourself get comfortable with the absence of his presence.

“Getting comfortable without me?” Taehyung asks, buttoning his jeans, and throwing on his t-shirt.

“Yes, but I’d be more comfortable with you beside me.” you shrug. Raising an eyebrow, he lets out a deep chuckle.

“God, you’re so cute.” he mutters, walking towards the bed, he places a quick peck on your lips.

“Alright, I have to go now jagi, I’ll see you later, okay” he states. Nodding, you smiled lightly, watching him walk out your room. Hearing the front door open and close informs you that Taehyung has left. Sighing, you jump out of bed, heading towards the bathroom you quickly wash your face, and brush your teeth. Reaching towards the top shelf, you pull out the case to your glasses. Opening them up, you place the glasses on your face. Looking at the mirror, you sigh, not liking the way the glasses seemed to frame your face. Walking towards the kitchen you pour yourself a glass of water, wondering what you intended to do today. The sound of the door unlocking quickly pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Jagi, I left without my fucking shoes, how the hell does someone walk in socks I mean-... are you wearing glasses? Taehyung asked, shocked to see you in a pair of round glasses.

“Taehyung what the hell are you doing here?” you question, completely surprised to be caught with your glasses on.

“I was leaving when I noticed I didn’t put shoes on, and I remembered you lent me the spare key, and decided to use it.” he answers, walking towards you. “Now tell me, why are you wearing glasses?”

“I mean, I’ve always worn glasses.” you mumble, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend.

“What? And you never told me? Jagi they look so good on you” Taehyung exclaims. Looking at your boyfriend, you raise an eyebrow.

“You think they look good?” you question, confused as to how he could possibly think they look good on you.

“Of course, baby, they suit you so well.” he answers, pulling you in close.

“I’ve always thought I looked silly” you admitted, feeling embarrassed that the glasses were still placed on your face.

“What?” he asks, “You’re crazy jagi, they look so nice. When I get back, I want to get photos of you with them on please.” Rolling your eyes, you push him lightly.

“You and your photos.” you chuckle.

“I mean it jagi, I gotta go now though, but I’ll see you tonight!” he yells already running out of your apartment.

“With my camera!”

Jeon Jungkook

“It looks hideous” you whine, practically on the verge of tears. Sighing, Jungkook places his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Jagi, it’s not bad, they look fine.” he attempts to soothe your worries, hating seeing you so upset. Especially over something so miniscule.

“Exactly! Just fine. Nothing more than just fine.” you yell, catching attention from strangers walking past.

“No, that’s not what I meant, and you know that.” Jungkook states. Feeling your confidence drop, you knew that getting glasses was a horrible idea. You used every excuse in the book until Jungkook finally had enough and told you that you needed them.

“I think they look cute, getting the blue ones make your eyes pop” he attempts to compliment you.

“If anything, the blue matches my attitude.” you grumble. Slapping your shoulder playfully, Jungkook lets out one of his signature bunny smiles.

“Good one Y/n, but I genuinely think they look beautiful on you.” he confesses, and he did. Jungkook really loved the way they seemed to make your eyes even more noticeable. No matter what, Jungkook could never find you less attractive, anything you would change about your appearance only happened to enhance your beauty.

“What if you start to think they make me look ugly?” you mumble, scared that his answer would only prove your feelings.

“What? No jagi, I could never ever find you ugly.” Jungkook answers, shocked with your openness. “There will never be something to make me find you to be unattractive, if anything these glasses make you even more beautiful to me” Feeling yourself fight tears, you grab Jungkook tightly

“I just don’t want you to think of me any different.” you murmur into his chest. Holding you back, Jungkook lets his hands roam through your hair.

“Of course not, you’ll always be my jagi, and I’ll always find you beautiful.” he reassures you. Peering at your boyfriend’s face, you hold out your pinky.

“Pinky promise.” you ask. Laughing at your seriousness, Jungkook grasps your pinky in his longer one.

“I Pinky”

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airyravenmaid · 6 years ago

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Bad Bath & Beyond

This was the other little snippet/blurb I wanted to put up. I... don’t know what chapter it takes place in XV, but I know it’s still fairly early on. I figured the Lucers needed a “bathhouse episode” (my words), so I took the ideas that were thrown out and made a full thing of it. And though I don’t go to P5 School™, I did take a little inspiration from that bathhouse trip (at least here, we have a Robbie Daymond-voiced character who isn’t a deceitful little bastard; looking at you, Akechi 3:< 💢).

And apparently, a certain trope I used towards the end with the part that’s slight Lightis is a really popular one on Twitter? I literally had no clue of how much people ate it up until my sister told me; I only put it in because I got the idea of how to end the thing before bed. So... I guess I did something right XD. I hope you guys can agree, and have as much fun reading it as I did writing it for you lovely ones out there! 💘

No hunt in any sort of world was a clean job. So much as the most minor of beasts and daemons had their share of messes to deal with, everyone (un)lucky enough to face any quickly figured that out. There was always scratches, cuts, bruises, roughing around in the dirt where the creatures lied. Whatever one was encountered, you’d never escape the way you faced them.

That said, of course, going out into the woods in the dead of night to hunt down a daemonic Jumbo Flan bent solely on crushing any opponents to death was a great way to make the mess of a lifetime. One simple warp strike from Noctis quickly made this abundantly clear, chunks of blue ooze flying out and staining his Engine Blade and parts of his body.

“Just what I needed tonight,” Noctis sighed unhappily, at the last minute deflecting another strike from the gelatinous daemon’s arm extension. “A little help here?”

“Happy to oblige,” Ignis responded, using a fire-based Enhancement to power Noctis up a lot better.

“I owe ya, Specs.” Noctis ran to dodge another crushing jump from the Jumbo Flan, also wanting to find a better angle to strike from. “How’re you guys holding up?”

“Not much differently from you over there!” Gladio grunted, using a Dawnhammer strike down upon the creature’s head. He pulled out his greatsword, not caring that it was covered in a blue substance and continuing to move and strike it. “‘Case you haven’t noticed, this thing ain’t dead yet!”

“I think it’s close to being on its last legs, at least!” Prompto interjected, firing his pistol ammo repeatedly at the target. “Lightning, you doing alright?”

“About as good as it’s gonna get!” Lightning shouted back, using her special Blitz technique to get a wider range of damage with her gunblade’s sword mode. “No one’s resting until this thing’s down!”

“Goes without saying, new girl!” Gladio exclaimed, seeing the Jumbo Flan about to attack Noctis and prevented by doing so by the King’s Shield successfully guarding him from the gooey arm being slammed down on either of them. “I’ve got your back, Noct! But, don’t forget to watch it at the same time!”

“Will do!” Noctis took out a flask containing magic he knew would be able to burn and shock the Jumbo Flan out of existence, silently thanking Ignis’ aid from earlier while it still had time to last him. “This oughta do the trick—!”

Before he had the chance to use it, the daemon knocked it clean from his hands in one swipe. Noctis picked himself up from falling on the ground as soon as it happened, but was too late to grab his flask as it soared across the open and landed in Lightning’s grasp. It thankfully hadn’t gone off on contact, but the woman who caught it only had a fairly basic idea on such a foreign type of magic use involving it. Unknown caution wasn’t the only thing Lightning wound up throwing to the wind. She immediately tossed the dualcasting flask right at the enemy with precision that could give Prompto himself a run for his money, but in doing so burned and near-electrocuted a little more than the Jumbo Flan they were all hunting.

Within agonizing seconds, the intense flames followed by unforgiving shockwaves did their damage to the close-in-proximity team. It’d successfully vanquished the daemon they’d been hunting, but everyone found themselves either screaming in pain or frenzying from aftershocks trying to get rid of the consequences dealt to them. Afterwards, the only remnants of the double spell to name were ruined hair and black char marks coating flesh and clothes alike.

“...That settles that,” Lightning coughed, patting the flames away from singed pink locks. She noticed the Jumbo Flan dissolved into a dark ooze and disappear rather than stay only in an expected form of a blue puddle. “Huh. Can’t say I’ve ever seen a flan like that before.”

“Just like I can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone that reckless playing with fire,” Noctis scolded, the last small flame dying out and leaving a ruined patch on his sleeve. “You realize we could have all died there, right, Lightning?”

“Would you rather I didn’t throw it and risk us getting our heads served to us fresh on a platter, Your Highness? Be grateful we even beat it.”

“I’m not saying I’m not, but what I am saying is to aim more for the daemon, and less for the ones trying to beat it.”

“Maybe if you stuck to a more practical way of using Fire and Thunder, then this wouldn’t be a problem. What I don’t get is how it even affected us.” Lightning personally was more used to outright conjuring her magic from herself for ease reasons back when she first had to fight to live. Whoever came up with the idea to stuff it all into a little black orb of confusion that no longer only harmed its target really should have thought things through better, she annoyedly believed.

“Weird. It’s almost like fire is hot to touch and electricity shocks us. I know, I’m as surprised as you are.” Noctis was being entirely sarcastic, something which was clear Lightning couldn’t have cared less for anyways.

“Alright, break it up, kids,” Gladio intervened, forcing the prince and former soldier to end their little argument. “The thing’s dead, so get your asses over it and move on.”

“For once, I’m with Gladio here,” Prompto winced, picking off a dried goo slab off his temple. “I don’t know if you guys could say the same, but I could use me a well-earned bath.”

“It would be best to check into the nearest inn for the night while we clean ourselves up,” Ignis agreed, cleaning off any mess from his stained lenses. “Here’s to hoping we can find one that’s affordable, but in equally high quality.”

“So much for a nice campout under the stars,” Gladio sighed, letting out a disappointed scoff. “We’re a little more well-done than anyone’d like, but a little ooze never hurt anybody.”

“It’s only for one night’s stay, Gladio. We’ll bathe, get a good night’s rest, then be well on our way come morning.”

“Assuming these two don’t kill each other by then.” Gladio peeked over at Lightning picking up the empty flask from the ground, tossing it back to an eye-rolling Noctis who otherwise thanked her for the gesture before going to ignore her as best as he could again. “I seriously don’t get what those two’s problem is with each other. And it’s a lot more besides a little magic hiccup.”

“Who’s to say? All we can do is hope Noct and Lightning come around enough eventually and don’t surpass basic civility as mandatory teammates.”

“In the meantime, let’s hit the road!” Prompto chirped, pointing towards the Regalia’s parking spot. “I heard near here, there’s a new bathhouse with my name on it! Come on? What are we waiting for?”

Both at and pardoning Prompto’s hasty insistence, the weary quintet made their return to the car, everyone getting seated and taking off towards where they knew a good enough inn was without going too far. Noctis took the wheel in getting everyone there, allowing him to focus more on the road and cool off somewhat from the events of what’d just went down. They eventually made it to the inn after a somewhat lengthy drive, finding themselves at the nearby area just a little outside of Leide where they wanted to be.

Checking in had been a tad awkward when it’s five people covered in blue daemon goop also finely charred, but using Ignis’ expert negotiation skills (plus a bit of flirting from Gladio may have helped, but that was well after the fact even though the front desk person was thoroughly won over) helped everyone settle into their stay. The first order of business was getting themselves cleaned up after the messy job they’d just finished taking up. Whatever they needed to deal with could wait until early in the morning; hygiene and duty were in no way to be pitted against each other competitively.

“I’ll be seeing you four after I’m done,” Lightning told them, now wearing only a white towel around her body and a smaller one for her head. “You said we’re all meeting together in the sauna, right?”

“That would be correct,” Ignis answered, confirming what was agreed on before. “Do take as much time as you need getting yourself properly washed up, Lightning. It is the reason we all came here.”

“Kind of a shame the five of us can’t bathe and get to know you more, but it’s probably for the best,” Prompto sighed, disappointed at having to wait to speak more with Lightning.

“After the day we’ve all had, the lady at least deserves her privacy,” Gladio pointed out, playfully slapping Prompto on the back and getting a yelp from the group’s youngest. “‘Sides, nothing wrong with being stuck with your good friend Gladio, huh?”

“Eeyup. Nothing beats that, Big Guy.” Prompto saw Noctis already make his way into the bathhouse with Ignis after having said nothing to their newest member, frowning at his slight aversion to her. “So, we’ll see you on the other side, Lightning! Don’t wait up now!”

“Just— ‘Light’ is fine,” Lightning insisted before Prompto left with Gladio, the blond’s pleased thumbs up telling her the words were heard. She gave an almost quizzical glance back, turning and leaving for the women’s bath seconds following.

Inside of the men’s half of the divided bathhouse, the four bare Lucians were much more relaxed now that they were able to wash themselves free of marks and gunk that built up from the relentless forces of combat. The heated temperatures of the soothing water all four of them sat in aided in making for a peaceful environment, even with Prompto snaking around in it like a hungry shark making dramatic music.

“Dude,” Noctis cut in, knowing fully well what his best friend intended to do. Again, did the so-called music continue followed by another pause. “Prompto.” It continued, this time increasing in speed and volume as the prince’s tone went ignored. “Dude, come on! It’s late, of all the times—!”

“DUN-UUUH!” Prompto interjected, half-leaping at Noctis laughing after he stopped making dramatic music. The Insomnian heir only seemed mildly vexed, but found himself chuckling alongside his friend while playfully shoving him off. “Element of surprise, Noct!”

“Not really much of a ‘surprise’ when you’re humming man-eating shark music.” A bit of water went puckishly slapped at Prompto by Noctis as revenge for jumping at him, the former trying to retaliate fruitlessly while the latter only shielded himself. “Come on, knock it off!”

“Need I remind you both that this is a public bathhouse and not a pool?” Ignis interrupted, not needing his laid down glasses to be able to tell the two youngest boys’ tomfoolery when he sensed it. “It’d be an utter shame to get ourselves kicked out before the night comes close to its end.”

“Lighten up, Specs, we’re getting clean,” Noctis reassured him, fixing the towel on his head after it astoundingly survived Prompto’s playful attack. “There’s no wrong way to bathe, is there?”

“You’d be quite surprised on that one, Noct. Especially considering what plenty of people have done in public bathhouses.”

“It’s just us four, so what could go wrong?” Prompto asked rhetorically, catching himself on the exact accuracy of the sentence. “Well, five, counting our newest addition. Speaking of which.” He leaned over to the wall, knowing the women’s bath was on the other side and hoping nobody else was there and caused him to greatly embarrass himself. “How are you doing on the other side, new girl?! Everything okay?”

“She can’t hear you, doofus; the dividing wall’s solid concrete,” Gladio told him, knocking on the hardened barrier. “And I’m sure Light’s fine. She’s just as tough as the rest of us.” He glanced once at Prompto and Noctis, cockily leaning his back against the tub rim with his arms behind his head. “Well, half of us, anyways.”

“Why, I never!” Prompto let out a scoff, slipping into an almost Cindy-like accent at the fake offense before resuming his normal tone. “All I wanna know is whether or not she’s, like… what’s the word? ‘Feeling it’! With us, that is.”

“Right now, I’m feeling a bit of a warm spot,” Ignis pointed out, noticing a sudden increase in temperature. “...Actually, make that a very warm spot.”

“Is someone messing with the pipes?” Noctis wondered, also detecting a change.

“Who knows? I like it!” Gladio boasted, leaning against the faucet shrugging. “Nothing says ‘nice bath’ like testing the hot water limits.”

“Yeah, for a lobster,” Prompto snorted, striding over to Noctis’ side thinking of something. “So, Noct! While we’re kinda still on the topic, what do you think?”

“Of?” Noctis questioned, rubbing away a smudge planted on his small bicep.

“Of Light! You know, as a girl~.” Prompto’s slightly suggestive tone and wiggling of damp yellow brows immediately let Noctis know what kind of question it was, the prince internally scoffing at the notion.

“She certainly is one, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, no! You know what I mean! Gimme a real answer, dude. And be honest!”

“Persistent tonight, aren’t we, Prompto? Fine…” Noctis thought a little bit on the question, scrounging for whatever scarce responses he could tell his best friend. He didn’t feel anything in particular, but none of it was too negative to instill anything strong in that way either. “Well, Lightning… is an okay enough teammate and really shows her work. I can see why Cor picked her to come with us, but I don’t know what else you want me to say about her.”

“Maybe more on the fact of just how strong she is? How smart she is? The fact that she also looks like an absolute pink goddess?!” Now Prompto found himself getting a bit too carried away about what he knew of Lightning, snapping back enough to focus on the interrogation at hand. “Things like that!”

“Well, she’s strong and pretty smart when not mishandling a little magic flask. I’ll give her those at least, but she’s here to do her job until we reach Altissia, and that’s that.” Noctis could see the disappointed feeling in Prompto’s eyes, feeling a little bad but knowing there was nothing he could do to help it. “Sorry, dude, that’s all I really care to say about her. End of story.”

Prompto nudged Noctis with a bare elbow, prodding more into a fruitful possibility. “Then make room for the epilogue and give the lady a chance! For all you know, you and Light might have plenty in common if you got to know her some!”

“Why is it I seriously doubt that?”

“Because you’re not trying hard enough?”

“Yeah, well, right now I’m trying to have myself a nice bath. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll do just that tonight…” Noctis sank a little more into the water, the towel on his head sitting as idly as he was sighing.

Prompto shrugged, giving up on it for the time being since he’d only be putting himself in a time loop of vague indifference. “Alright, dude. You do you, and I’ll do me—” He tried sinking into the water like his best friend, only to shoot up in pain when he realized the water exceeded its comfort zone into nigh-boiling temperatures. “—Trying not to get cooked like a lobster! Is that you doing that, Big Guy?!”

“Could be,” Gladio snickered, blatantly turning the faucet to add more scalding water to the tub. “Can’t take the heat, get out of the bath. Just like the old saying goes.”

“Then my old saying goes ‘turn down the damn water before we get boiled alive taking a bath’!” Noctis butted in, joining Prompto in fighting for control over the faucet, made difficult by Gladio’s strength easily keeping them away despite their persistent struggle. “Come on! You’re making it way too hot!”

“What’s that? ‘Make it way too hot’? If you say so, Princess!” Knowing full well Noctis said the exact opposite, Gladio kept at cranking the heat up to the younger two’s discomfort.

Ignis for the most part endured the other three’s squabble with a grain of salt, only to opt for getting up and concluding his bath early when the water levels got too scalding even for him. Fixing his glasses over his eyes again, he mentally prayed to any Astral willing to comply that the bath would survive the night, nevermind his dear brothers-in-arms causing a scene. Contrary to what Gladio believed earlier, on the other side in the otherwise vacant women’s bath was Lightning, who’d barely finished cleaning her body when she found herself grimacing at the noise she could hear loud enough from her spot in the toasty water. Rolling her eyes, the physically 21-year old wrung out the dampness in her pink hair and rinsed off her body suds despite the commotion.

“Those guys are pretty damn rowdy, that’s for sure,” Lightning scoffed, sinking a little into the water trying to relax to her best ability. “Leave it to them to make even a bathhouse trip feeling long as Hell.”

Nobody thankfully got themselves banned from using the public bath in anymore possible future stays at the inn, but everyone agreed it was best to move onto the sauna as soon as possible. Unlike the bathhouse and showers, it was co-ed and enjoyable for all five of them altogether. Ignis had been waiting patiently for everyone else to finish so as to avoid overheating by himself in the room (how the other three boys were still willing to expose themselves to extra heat after Gladio nearly cooked them alive was honestly beyond him), but nonetheless was the first one in. Following him were the remaining three hailing from Lucis taking their seats in towels only, Lightning joining them last and taking a seat between Noctis and Prompto. The latter was more than eager on the matter, but the former only sighed apathetically.

“What? Does ‘His Highness’ have a problem with me sitting here?” Lightning asked in a scoff, giving Noctis her traditional flinty look.

“Nah,” Noctis responded without lying. “Do what you want; I’m no one to stop you.”

“Good to hear, because I have no plans on moving.”

“Cool. Just sit there and let us both sweat in peace.”

Prompto had to hand it to Noctis in some way. Though he knew the prince not to be the type to feel any physical concern towards the opposite sex too easily (unless it was a certain Tenebraen Oracle he’d been close to for a good decade), he for one felt his stomach doing leaps for gold just by sitting next to such a fine, almost ethereally beautiful young woman in only her towel. It was more out of basic nervousness than anything too extreme, but no one was leaving the sauna after only a few short seconds of sitting, so he was gonna make do while the time was ripe. Clearing his throat, he earned himself a raised eyebrow from Lightning, sheepishly picking up from it so as not to look like a weirdo to the new girl and make the moment good.

“So! Lightning— I mean, Light! You, uhh, feeling it?” was what came out of Prompto’s mouth, immediately regretting it by the skeptical look on the girl’s face.

“Excuse me?” Lightning interrogated.

“No, I didn’t mean anything dirty or whatever by it! What I do mean is… how are you feeling? Right now.”

“Warm and sweaty. How else am I supposed to feel in a sauna?”

“He’s asking whether or not you feel more incorporated among us all,” Ignis translated. “And since the question is at hand, how are you feeling so far on the mission with us, if I might also ask?”

“Oh. In that case, I can’t complain too much. There’s still a lot about this place I need to get used to, but that shouldn’t get in my way too much.” Lightning glanced at Noctis, who wasn’t so much as making eye contact with her, but not out of malice or spite. “I think the prince over here might still be more steamed about your weird flasks than he is in the sauna.”

“I’m over it,” Noctis corrected. “I just think you shouldn’t forget magic’s not a toy is all.”

“Believe me, I’ve used more than my share of spells, for your information. My question is how you can make some kind of bomb out of it that easy.”

“You can use the flask to draw out elemental veins whenever we make a pit stop,” Gladio explained. “Noct here gets what he needs from certain spots, and like that, we’ve got our magic for the time being.”

“Think of it as sorta like… magical apple-picking,” Prompto pointed out. “You can also put together different spells in the same flask to get something really cool!”

“At the same time?” Lightning inquired, getting nods from all except Noctis. “I’ve never heard of that until now. I’m more used to doing magic one at a time. ...And magic that doesn’t affect more than just the target.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Gladio wondered, unsure of what Lightning meant. “You get caught in a Fire spell gone wrong, you burn. Caught in a Blizzard spell, then you freeze your ass off. That’s common physics there, Sarge.”

“Where was it you said you were from, Lightning?” Ignis inquired, a tad suspicious. “You’ve said it wasn’t a place anywhere near here, but even the most faraway of areas are fully aware of proper magic use.”

“Somewhere you’re definitely not familiar with,” was the only answer Lightning had to give. “That’s all you need to know, so leave it there.”

“Oh, now, don’t be so shy, Light!” Prompto insisted. “We wanna get to know you better, so at least give us a little hint! How else are we gonna learn anything?”

“There’s only so much info you need for me to tell you all about. For now, just leave it at me not being from where any of you are and end it there—”

In the middle of speaking, Lightning felt a sudden weight fall upon her shoulder. Coming back down from her talk did she look and realized Noctis hadn’t just fallen asleep (no surprise there, and that was disregarding how cozy the sauna must have felt to him), but chosen the side of her body as the unfortunate cushion to sustain his exposed top half. Pale blue eyes rolled at the prince’s apparent narcolepsy, trying to shove him off of her to no avail. How in Etro’s name did he suddenly feel heavier when asleep? Or was she seriously underestimating the power of tired royalty that didn’t want to wake up too soon?

“Time and place!” Lightning groused, repeatedly batting her palm against Noctis’ face, getting no reaction from him. “Wake up, will you?” He only muttered in his sleep and slouched more against her unknowingly, Lightning shoving him upwards. “Noctis! That’s enough.”

Unfortunately for Lightning, Noctis only sat upright for a second or two before descending upon her lap and slumbering even harder, if possible. Groaning, she found herself unable to move as freely with the unwanted extra person using her as a human pillow for a poorly-timed nap. She only looked up at the sound of a few camera shutters going off, glaring at Prompto now having some brand new embarrassing photos to hold against his friend later. Gladio was equally amused and openly snickering; even Ignis seemed to be almost smirking behind the side of his fist covering the creased up corners of his mouth.

“I’m not finding this to be anything like a joke, so quit laughing,” Lightning scolded the other three. “How do you guys wake him up?”

“Rather bold of you to assume it’s easy for us to awaken Noct after he’s fallen asleep,” Ignis pointed out, the look on his face unchanged. “Not even the worst of tremors nevermind an alarm clock could get him up and ready to start the day early.”

“Or a huge thunderstorm,” Prompto added, recalling his time in high school with Noctis. “I asked him if he heard it when we got to school that day and he didn’t even have a clue it happened until after I brought it up!”

“Point being, he ain’t waking up anytime soon, so looks like you’re stuck with him like that until he actually does,” Gladio teased. “Besides, this is the closest I’ve seen you two together, gotta say.”

“Not on my watch, it’s not,” Lightning protested, standing up with her towel gripped in one hand while the other hefted Noctis over her shoulder like a giant flour sack. “I’m not sitting here acting like His Highness’ royal throw pillow instead of finishing up my hard-earned bath.”

“And how do you think you’re gonna somehow wake him up?”

“Easy. I’m hitting the showers early.”

Saying nothing else, Lightning carried Noctis out of the sauna room and headed towards where the individual showers were. The towel around his waist seemed halfway tempted into slipping from its host and revealing the indecency underneath, but it was ultimately kept more up by the more free of Lightning’s back wrists. Not caring for the moment that she was trespassing in the men’s shower room, she propped Noctis up so he leaned against the wall. He started to roll and slump to the side, but she caught him in time and readjusted him to her liking.

“There we go,” Lightning decided, brushing her hands off and turning to make her leave. “Simple and— CLEAN!” The victory proved short-lived when Noctis— still in a deep sleep— fell forward and pinned the woman chest-first to the ground. ‘You can’t be serious right now. How is he sleeping through this?!’

Lightning practically slammed Noctis against the shower wall, giving up on having him stand and letting him at least sit upright on the damp shower floor only prevented from touching the rear by the prince’s complementary towel. Close enough, she decided. Turning the shower head towards Noctis’ face and on came the water, spraying him directly in the area at the same time Lightning turned and left for her own shower.

“Hnn…? Morning already?” Noctis yawned, only a bit mildly disoriented when the shower’s rain made him come to. He wiped the water from his face, turning off the water after standing up and looking at where he was by himself. ‘Guess I’m some kind of sleepwalker because I have no idea how I just got here.’

“Oh, look, Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake,” he heard Gladio’s voice pipe in, Noctis turning and seeing his other three friends enter the shower for their cooldown session together. “Guess Light did the almost-impossible after all.”

“She wasn’t in here. Was she?”

“Did you think you simply waltzed right in here on your own?” Ignis inquired, taking Noctis’ soggy, damp towel and hanging it somewhere to dry enough rather than have it interfere with a proper shower. “A lot of things you could be, but a somnambulist isn’t one of them, I’m afraid.”

“But, what you are is an affectionate sleeper, apparently,” Prompto teased, waggling his camera full of promising new snapshots. “Wanna see? You looked cute as a kitten all curled up on Light’s lap!”

“The Hell are you talking about…?” Noctis breathed, not understanding at all what was going on.

“Why don’t you come over and see, mi compadre? Managed to get a few before you woke up.”

Noctis did as suggested and couldn’t believe his eyes. There he was in the photographs clear on Prompto’s beloved camera; sleeping, yes, but right on Lightning’s shoulder?! How in the Six did that happen? He would never! Consecutive pictures only made the prince’s cheeks burn redder, now being shown proof that he’d migrated his way to lying in her lap to her understandable chagrin. He glared at his snickering blond friend, figuring him to be the definite mastermind behind such humiliating snapshots.

“To think I was worried you’d never give Light a chance too!” Prompto laughed. “So happy I was wrong for once!”

“Not funny, Prompto,” Noctis growled, the embarrassed red not letting up even slightly. “You had to have set me up like that. I just know it!”

“Who, me? Couldn’t be! So, it wasn’t.”

“Then who if you say you didn’t? One of you two? Low blow, I gotta say.” Noctis pointed his accusatory finger at Gladio and Ignis, thinking them to be some degree of the culprit if not accomplices.

“More like you did it to yourself, Lover Boy,” Gladio broke it to him bluntly, still finding the situation amusing. “Next time, try not taking a nap in the sauna and this wouldn’t be a problem.”

“And it isn’t as though no efforts were made to awaken you. Light certainly tried, but you simply wouldn’t budge, as usual,” Ignis informed him, feeling a need to subtly tease Noctis on the matter without making it a bigger deal than it ought to be. The rather complacent look hidden in his eyes further said it all, as the flustered prince could tell by examining them. “At the very least, you did look awfully comfortable resting on her. Really a shame she didn’t agree with the notion.”

He’d long stopped looking at the photos that he severely doubted Prompto was going to get rid of anytime soon, but nothing could quell the mortification Noctis felt. Not so much at falling asleep in public; there were very few “wrong” places to nap, but in this case, on the new teammate certainly fit the qualifications for being less than ideal of a rest area. Turning off the shower and grabbing his dewy towel, Noctis excused himself out of the room, wondering if he’d stuck his head long enough in the bath that it’d drown out at least the moment’s shame.

The attempt went unsuccessful, many thanks to the immediate intervention of Ignis, Prompto, and Gladio all grabbing Noctis and pulling him back into the shower room until everyone was done. So much for that, the Lucian heir sighed in his thoughts. At that rate, the only thing to do was cool himself off under the refreshing streams of the shower and hope it’d be enough to wash away all he found burdensome from recent hours.

“So, how’s this gonna work?” Gladio asked later that night in the hotel room, everyone dressed more or less to sleep. “Two beds and five people doesn’t add up.”

“That means one of us has to rest on the sofa for tonight,” Ignis concluded, gesturing to the cushioned loveseat in the corner of the room near the window.

“I’ll do it,” Lightning volunteered without any hint of reluctance in her voice. “Sitting in a sauna with you guys is one thing; it’s another to sleep in the same bed with one of you.”

“Wait a second, Light!” Prompto objected, stopping the woman from setting up shop on the person-sized sofa. “I’m sure it’s not too shabby, but a bed would be a lot more comfy, don’t you think?”

“Trust me, I’ll live. I’ve dealt with worse than sleeping on a sofa. Besides, it’s only for tonight since we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Still, a lady deserves a good night’s sleep on a nice mattress. Tell you what; you and I can switch places for the stay so you can get some shut-eye.”

“You don’t have to do that, Prompto. I’m sleeping on a sofa, not in a spiked coffin.”

“I know I don’t, but I insist! Though…” Prompto glanced at the bed he almost slept in, occupied by one other person. “Looks like you’re gonna have to bunk with Noct for tonight.”

“What?!” Noctis and Lightning snapped in unison, exchanging a glance when they realized they’d spoken at the same time before turning away just as quickly.

“There is no way I’m bunking with him,” Lightning argued, moving Prompto aside to put her things on the sofa. “You’re free to, but I’ve had enough of being used as His Highness’ headrest.”

“Aww, Lightning, it won’t be so bad!” Prompto insisted, still preventing her from moving onto the cushions. “You already know he sleeps like a rock, so it’s almost like you’ve got an entire bed to yourself. Or, more like half the bed since there’s still someone else sleeping in it.”

“Just do whatever you want. I just wanna get some sleep,” Noctis yawned at Lightning, already turning over and getting cozy under the sheets. “Your choice, Farron.”

Sneering at Noctis’ apathy, Lightning’s tired mind and body wound up giving into the plush mattress’ rampant seduction. She went over and dropped her stuff and herself on the side of the bed closest to the door, pulling her share of the covers forward for warmth. Prompto seemed pleased at her choice, making himself as comfy as he could on the hotel sofa and adjusting properly to rest well for the next day.

“I don’t want anymore sudden tricks after earlier, Prince,” Lightning warned Noctis, their backs still to each other but her arm reaching behind her to point to him sternly. “You stay on your side, and I’ll happily stay on mine.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Noctis responded indifferently, stirring a bit so he could get cozy on his half of the bed after the room lights went off. “Night, guys.”

Everyone exchanged their brief goodnight biddings and drifted asleep one by one. Lightning felt the covers slip off her body in her sleep, groaning irritably and reaching back so she could steal them again. In doing so, however, the blankets got caught in the middle courtesy of Noctis gripping them without the willingness to give up even a portion. Both bedmates snarled at a low volume, engaging in a sleepy tug-of-war for nighttime warmth until Lightning proved victorious and balled herself up in her prize.

Though just as tired, Noctis refused to lay idly by and freeze to death in his coveted sleep. Gripping a section of blankets, he yanked them forward to cover himself, Lightning rolling over and into his back in the process. She felt far too tired to fight anymore, going as far as reaching her arm over in a way she believed was grabbing the blanket rim to safeguard it from her opponent. Drifting off further into slumber’s embrace, Noctis and Lightning only shifted slightly and put themselves into positions they weren’t consciously aware of, finding just the right way for both of them to sleep the hours away until the day’s and everyone’s wake.

Incoherently heard the next morning were voices muffled by the prince and ex-soldier’s slumbers. Noctis being too far gone to so much as blink his eyes open, Lightning was the one to step closer to the land of the living. She wasn’t fully awake yet, but could pick up on the words being said around them by their teammates.

“Now isn’t that cute? They look so comfy together,” Gladio snorted, shaking and batting Noctis to resuscitate him for the day. “Rise and shine, Princess. Might wanna take a good look at yourself, by the way.”

“Five more minutes…” Noctis snored, hugging whatever was in his arms close to his chest.

“Let go of me…” Lightning yawned, reaching to rub her eyes when it hit her. “What the…?”

“I’ll be up soon, just gimme—” It hit Noctis too, realizing his embrace snatched a pair of forearms. For once, he snapped awake, looking down at what he was cuddling then turning around stunned as reality set in for him too.

As it turned out, not only did Noctis use Lightning’s arms as a makeshift teddy bear the entire night with her chin on one of his shoulders, but the pink-haired woman herself had said limbs hanging over and under his torso’s side and her right leg arched over his hips in a messy, almost-spooning position neither of them consciously put themselves in. They didn’t even look at each other for a full second before jumping away and scrambling out of the bed as if caught in a scandalous pose together. Both of their cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Lightning gathering her cleaned day clothes and running into the bathroom for privacy while Noctis opted for hurriedly dressing in one of the room corners.

“Why the sudden morning rush, Noct?” Gladio asked derisively, knowing full well what’d gotten the prince’s goat.

“Shut up, you know why,” Noctis growled, agitated while throwing the rest of his outfit on before fighting with his socks and boots.

“Hey, we didn’t say anything,” Prompto joked. “Just that you and Light looked even cozier together than in the sauna. And she fell asleep on you back, too!”

“I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s hit the road already.”

Lightning came out fully dressed and ready to leave, but in one swift motion without stopping did she grab her belongings and rush out the room to meet everyone at the Regalia outside. The boys all followed after, Noctis in no more of a hurry than his friends so he wouldn’t have to face Lightning after that (and that was pardoning his hopes of not sitting next to her in the car either). En route to the front desk for checkout, Noctis swore he saw Ignis secretly glance at him every now and again, the notion more or less confirmed when he spoke after it was mostly the two of them in earshot.

“There’s a chance last night’s incidents wouldn’t have seemed so awful if you’d warmed up a bit towards Lightning,” Ignis suggested. “I’m in no way forcing you into anything, but were you to give her more of a chance, I’d say you two could get along better. Perhaps you might even come to fancy her.”

“Me? Like her? Get real, Ignis,” Noctis scoffed, looking at Lightning in the short distance and believing the thought even less. “I’ll deal with having her as an extra teammate, but that’s where I’m drawing the line.”

“Very well then. A word of caution, though, Noct?”

“Sure, what?”

Ignis’ mouth turned up to a smirk, his matching tone solidifying for Noctis which side his advisor friend was on. “Do try not to sleep too much on the idea. I think you may have done plenty of that in recent hours.”

The minute he’d said that and went off to manage checking everyone out of the hotel like nothing had happened, Noctis in further chagrined disbelief realized what the absolute worst thing about betrayal was:

It never did come from your enemies.

#Final Fantasy XV #Final Fantasy XIII #FFXV AU #Slight Lightis; I suppose #FF Crossover #FF Versus XV #Listened to 'Last Surprise' while I wrote the first part; actually #Fun fact: Prommy's thunderstorm comment is based on something that happened to me in high school #Apparently there was a huge-ass thunderstorm one morning before school and I slept right through the whole thing #Didn't even know about it until my best friend asked me about it after we got off the bus #Art imitates life I guess 'XD #Made up the hotel they're at bc realistically no city (nvm /town/) has just two inns in the whole gd area #Tales From The LibrAiry

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It all happened so fast.

You’re standing in the street that cleaves this warehouse block in two, arm thrusting the Black Queen’s ring of power in the air. In this moment, you are no longer the ward to be protected; you are the sword and shield, seeing to it that your Archagent and Husband are able to retreat safely. Before you, some yards away, Snowman is knelt on the ground. She’s disoriented and drunk, but you’re not so stupid as to think this renders her any less dangerous.

And yet, still, you are tugged by your impulsive heart to look behind you, to see to it that two of the most important men in your life are safely retreating. Even though Sleuth’s bleeding makes your heart ache with guilt, you rest assured knowing he is in good hands now.

You turn--

--and then she’s on you, teeth bared and sunlight eyes flared so wide, the light within is almost blinding. Her arm at your waist crushes you to her, her grip on your wrist so hard you can hear the plating of your carapace beneath shift and creak.

You open your mouth to shout--

--and then the air in your lungs is gone. You’re gone, you don’t know where you are, but you do know that it is cold, and black, and you cannot breathe. You know to exhale to keep your lungs from bursting, but it’s too much, it’s too much, you--

--and then you’re on planet once more, one you can’t identify because your head is spinning. You can breathe again, but you’re getting drop-kicked into the ground so hard, you can scarcely regain your breath. But you do, you must, and when Snowman comes careening down at you, you’re ready this time.

Her ring is still in your fist, and your own is on your finger--stripped down as it is to look like a simple gold band--and your bring your hands up together, and you blast that bitch with a burst of light so powerful, the night sky remains daylight for a solid half hour later. You think, for a second, that you might have vaporized her. That the stuff said about her being the Universe were just rumors to scare off others from taking a crack at her. Until you feel a hand yanking your hair back and you’re in space again.

And so it continues, on planet, off, over and over for hours. Days? No, probably not, but you don’t know. By the time you she spikes you into the white sand of some other far-off planet, you are hardly certain you’re even in the same universe. You are, however, ragged, and bruised, your lungs screaming from the torture they have endured. When the waves crash over you, sending burning salt water into your throat, you retch and find, no, this cannot go on.

Snowman is approaching when you throat up your hands, blood and raw from hits and magical backfire, and you croak out, “Wait! Wait, please, Vasya, enough. Enough.”

You don’t expect her to pause, though the laugh is entirely par for the course. She stands tall above you--on your knees and soaking through, like a great melting snow sculpture--hands on her hips and smirk so insufferably smug.

“What’s the matter, Angie? Are you tired already? And here I am, barely breaking a sweat.”

“Vasya, please,” you implore again, voice shaking far more than you would care for it to. You push yourself upon, though accomplishing as much is a feat between the wet sand and your heavy gown and hair, and just how tired your bones are. There is nothing in you that doesn’t hurt… but you can see it on her, too. Despite how confident she holds herself, she sways unsteadily, her knees wobbling with the effort it takes to keep her standing. You may not have hit her with the heaviest stuff, but you have at least kept up in delivering blows.

You say, “You and I both know this is accomplishing nothing but wearing us both out.”

Her expression is nearly unreadable, save for the tightening of her smile into a line.

“Let’s, let’s talk this out. Negotiate,” you say, hands held no longer above your head, but before you, palms forward and fingers splayed. Peaceful. Snowman is, however, clearly unimpressed. The slap of the wet sand beneath her boots is loud and she grabs tight onto your wrists, yanking them--and you--forward so that her snarl is right up close and personal.

“We have nothing to talk about,” she says, and oh, the venom of her. She’s so close now, you’re nearly touching noses. “You took everything from me. Don’t you get that? You, and your cuck of a husband, and my fucking turncoat Agents--all of you robbed me of whole fucking life. My crown, my planet, my husband.”

You and she both eye the ring still clutched in your hand. Such a small thing it is, but it’s so undeniably powerful in terms of magic and sentiment. And in that moment, you aren’t so sure she wouldn’t kill you where you stand for it. You are running calculations the same time as she, you can tell by her expression, but you’ve gotta act before she does--

Just as she moves to twist your arm, you swoop in and kiss her. Hard, and demanding, a violent crush of a kiss that demands her full attention with your teeth. She’s taken aback, sure, and she’s fucking furious. But then her tongue’s pushing into your mouth, and she’s grabbing you hard in a way you shouldn’t admit out loud, and--

===

It’s quiet now. You’re drifting in and out of sleep in the soft queen bed of the hotel you two managed to find, not far from that beach. You aren’t half so certain how you both made it there, but you do know that the second and third rounds come before either of you realize how fucking sore you are.

You showered together--neither trusting the other alone with the rings long enough to take independent bathroom trips--and round four happened, and now here you both are, snug in the bed as though you hadn’t just been trying to kill each other. She is warmer than you, and you think that this is all quite romantic, and then--ah, yes, there it is! The guilt.

When you shift to turn away from her, Snowman watches curiously and passively. You’re not going to find comfort out of her, not now, not over the guilt of what you’ve done coming crashing down upon you. What is your husband going through right now? Your Archagent and other agents? Your citizens? Surely they must have felt that last surge of fear before you disappeared.

Do they think you’re dead? Are they grieving? Growing angry? You wish you knew. But you can’t check--in exchange for allowing you to hold onto the rings, Snowman has taken your phone. (Though allowing paints a very placid picture of what was quite the brawl, right between rounds two and three.) You feel tears pricking your eyes moments before you feel the hand on your back. Soothing.

“You and I have a lot of talking to do. But not tonight,” Snowman says, and you don’t have the heart to snark at her about wanting to talk at all. You simply nod, and turn over, and you fall asleep curled up against her.

===

You both are too sore to go out for breakfast, but room service is just as good, after a morning quickie. You both take the time to heal up some and retouch your broken human skins. The worst of it isn’t gone--you’re both too exhausted to heal to perfection--but it’s a serviceable fix so that you may enjoy a day out on the town.

You take lunch at a quaint cafe, mimosas to chase the fried ahi and poi. You walk, hand in hand, through the streets. You visit the majesty of the Iolani Palace, and the somber tranquility offered by Saint Augustine-by-the-Sea. You particularly enjoy the botanical garden.

You take supper on the beach--not the same beach you all had crash-landed upon--and that is where you settle in to finally talk about what you need to do with Snowman.

Your fingers are laced with hers, body buzzing lighty with inebriation, as you explain that you can’t just… tell them what happened. What you two have done today would hurt them worse than letting them think you had been beaten to death in some dark room somewhere.

“Probably,” she says, before sipping on her own drink. It’s bright red, and swirls with glitter. You don’t think either of you have paid for a drink at all today.

You say to her, “Vasya, I’m serious. I’ll tell them in my own time, but I just… I can’t right now. I’m not ashamed of having a pitch encounter--”

“Encounter.”

“--or! Or, whatever this is, with you.” You huff in frustration. “It’s not like it’s the first time.”

“Or the twentieth,” she says lightly, with a smirk.

“But. This is different, and it’s just… I can’t tell them right now. Alright?”

She considers the glass in her hand, and releases your hand only long enough to top off her glass. (And yours. You prefer the blue to the red.) Her palm slides back into yours and she says, finally, “Alright. But we’re going to have to make our cover story convincing, then.”

You ask how.

She explains to you that she’s going to have to hurt you, just a little. Rough you up, make you look like she’s thrown you through the ringer, and you and she both are really going to sell the narrative that you’ve come to an agreement together, in exchange for letting Snowman get off the hook. In the moment, it sounded nice.

You didn’t really expect, however, for her take you to someplace nice and remote and beat the ever-loving shit out of you. You feel, perhaps, you should have. You think, as you are stripped down to your undergarments, that she hasn’t drank nearly as much as you have. And you realize, as she binds your arms and gags your mouth, that maybe that was sort of the plan all along. To get you nice and secure long enough to make you complacent before absolutely creaming you. Maybe, just maybe, she’s a lot fucking angrier about this than she let on today.

Who’d have thunk.

It’s not like it’s the first time she’s done this, after all. Though, you have to admit as she grabs a fistfull of your hair and snaps a picture of you with her phone, she’s never gone to these lengths before. You’d be almost impressed with the cunning of it if you weren’t thoroughly hurt emotionally, and concussed physically.

Time passed in agonized silence for a while, broken only by the sounds of her text alerts and furious typing. And then, a sound more terrible than any before:

Your husband. Begging, on a streamed video feed, for your safe release.

The video feed stops after a long while, but by the time it does, you’re sobbing in earnest. You’re in pain, and you’ve betrayed only to be betrayed in turn, and you’re so wracked with guilt (and a throbbing concussion) that you can scarcely think straight. You have done some ill-advised things in your very long life, but you don’t think you’ve done anything quite so outright and blatantly stupid ever before. This--all of this--is on you.

You came to Derse to help. Whatever else might run concurrent with that thought, it remains first and foremost in your mind. And now look at the mess you’ve made.

Once the broadcast ceases, the silence reigns once more, until the light of the screen flicks off and Snowman comes to stand over you once more. She kneels low, a coo in her throat and her hand on your cheek, and when she looks at you, you can see the stars in her eyes. She is beautiful…

“I’m sorry, lovely. Really, I am. But I’m going to have to beat the shit out of you now, and I just wanted you to know, it’s as much business as it is pleasure.”

...and fucking terrifying.

There is some small mercy in this. When she kicks you in the head for the third time, it rattles your brain hard enough to finally knock you out.

#ic #story post #The Beach Where It Happened

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A Bigger Apetite

PART 1

Bryce was in a hurry. He bustled about the kitchen in a mild panic. His thick, dark curls were in a disarray, his bright blue eyes were thick with exhaustion, and a streak of some kind of sauce marred one of his well sculpted cheek bones. Despite being surrounded by enough food for 20 people and spending the last week cooking almost non stop, his stomach gurgled hungrily. He had always been a trim guy, but over the last week there hadn't been much for him to eat, and so he was looking pretty waifish.

With a sign of relief he finished the last batch of triple bacon cheese burgers and quickly piled all 8 on top of a large cart with the other 16, as well as two large trays of lasagna, 3 extra large buckets of fried chicken, a dozen donuts, and a large cheese cake. Mentally preparing himself for what was in the next room, Bryce wiped the sweat from his brow and started to push the cart out the kitchen door.

The adjacent room was a spacious living room with vaulted ceilings to the second floor. Seated on the floor in one corner was the largest man imaginable. He was easily 7 ft tall, just sitting, with massive arms thick with heavy slabs of fatty muscle, a broad chest bulging with solid beefy bulk, thighs twice as wide around as most men's waist, and a lighty hairy gut so huge it could fit more then one fully grown men. A thought that hadn't passed Bruce's notice. The man was busy stuffing his broad handsome face with the last bits of the previous load of food Bryce had brought him. Even as Bryce watched the giant lifted a whole roasted chicken, easily 7 lbs, with one massive meaty paw. The giant big bearded mouth opened wide and he stuffed the entire bird into his mouth. Alarmingly, it wasn't really that tight of a fit to force it in. And he didn't even chew it. Just swallowed it whole, burping after and patting the sides of his belly appreciatively.

The giant finally noticed Bryce. A broad hungry grin spread across his face as he eyed the large cart of food Bryce pushed. "Perfect timing, Runt. I just finished the last bunch and I'm still starved."

Bryce looked at the giant shocked. "Daniel, that was twice as much as you are all day yesterday." Daniel reached his roommate just as he finished his statement, stopping the cart right in front of the outward curve of Daniels belly, and saw as Daniel's greedy stare at the cart fell into something disappointed. "This is it?"

Bryce nearly fell over. He glanced up at Daniel in astonishment and exhaustion. He was so tired from cooking non-stop for 5 days. And he had been sure that Daniel couldn't possibly be much hungrier after 4 trays all stocked like the one in front of him.

For 5 days this giant had eaten more food then Bryce thought imaginable, and that was saying something as Bryce was a chef and had seen a lot of people eat. However, since starting a new steroid to help his gains in the power lifters gym the gym, Daniel had become insatiably hungry. He started to eat litterally from sunrise to sunset, seeming to grow with every bite. Not just wider, but taller too. After very meal the giant was a little taller and twice as much wider. And every meal needed to be much bigger then the last to satisfy him, meaning Bryce's work was getting harder and harder.

"I need more, Runt. Get me more." Daniel looked down at Bryce and demanded in a menacing tone. That combined with the fact that Daniel loomed over him looking so increadibly wide and monstrously large made Daniels heart skipped a beat and instinctively he shrank back. He had always had a huge crush on the big stud, and cooking for the big guy, helping in someway to make the big man even bigger had been very satisfying to Bryce. Now however his satisfaction was heavily mixed with a large portion of fear and intimidation. He had dreamed of submitting to the big stud for so long, and without any real hope of it actually becoming a reality, that he was unable to bring himself to leave even though a steadily growing voice was telling him that something bad was going to happen and he wasn't going to like it.

Bryce stepped back reflexively and felt his caves collide with something large and solid before he trip over it and fell backwards. Glancing down, he saw that it was Daniels lower leg. The giant's fat, muscular calf and broad shin seemed nearly as large as Bryce himself. Above, the giant chuckled as he looked down at Bryce as if the latter was so small and pathetic compared to him. A flush of embarresment filled his cheeks and he looked away from the giant. Then Daniel lifted his massive foot, which seemed so fucking long and beefy, and lowered it over Bryce, essentially eclipsing his entire head and the majority of his torso. The giant's big belly rumbled with laughter as he watched Bryce's little arms and pathetic legs stick out from under his foot and flail frantically.

For several long moments the giant held Bryce pinned like a bug under foot, until Bryce thought he would smother. Finally the giant lifted his foot and Bryce scrabbled away. "Get me more food, Runt. I'm hungry. Or I'll squish you like the bug you are." A contemplative look came over Daniel's face followed by a rather wolfish grin. "Or maybe, I'll make better use for you." Bryce looked back at him quizzically, still gasping for breath. He watched as Daniel eyed him and licked his lips suspiciously. Daniel felt a chill climb up his spine as the threat sank in. "Now go get me a lot more then this little snack, and fast, or else I'll have to find a better use for you."

Bryce clamored to his feet and rushed to the kitchen glancing back one last time to see Daniel pop 5 burgers into his mouth, barely chewing once before swallowing.

Once in the kitchen, Bryce realized he didn't have neatly enough food left. He didn't think he had time to go get groceries and cook before Daniel was ready for the next course. Plus, something told Bryce the giant was far from done eating, despite the amount he had already eaten. So he grabbed his phone and dialed the closest pizza place and order the maximum number of pizzas they could make in the next hour. A hundred the manager had said confidently. With that settled, Bryce turned his attention to researching ways to order large shipments of groceries, like restaurants do. As he did, he thought he heard voices coming from the living room. Too frantic to care, and more then a little anxietal about going into the living room again, Bryce passed it off as his imagination and went back to googling large bulk grocery orders.

30 mins later the door bell rang. Bryce nearly jumped out of hid skin. He was too on edge. He was impressed with the pizzas place, that was an Increadible order to fill and deliver in only a half hour. But when he answered the door, he didn't find a delivery guy. Instead he found his friends Kevin and Eric looking expectantly. With his friend Jon pulling in to his driveway and two other cars he recognized behind him.

"We came over right away," Eric said. To which Bryce just looked at them blankly. At his dumbfounded expression, Kevin said, "your text said come over right away. You said you had something really important to show us."

Just then, Jon stepped up behind them and asked, "so, what's so important?" Behind him his friends Mark and Alex climbed out of their cars and headed toward the front porch greeting each other before waving to him.

Bryce opened his mouth to explain that he had not texted them at all, but a deep baritone from inside the house interrupted him. "Don't be rude, Bryce. Invite your friends in!" called Daniel from the living room. Bryce felt the chill creep up his spine again. Expecially when he thought ge recognized the thread of a threat in his roommates words. Part of him wanted to tell his friends to leave and run but another, a selfish part, thought he saw a way to finally appease Daniels vast appetite.

"Ooo," Kevin said in a conspiratorial whisper, "is that your hunky roomie?"

"Did you convince him to have an orgy with us yet?" Eric added with a laugh.

Jon slapped Eric on the arm playfully and scoffed. "As if that gorgeous hunk of man meat would go for you." Eric slapped Jon back but couldn't help laughing with them the other two despite the joke at his expense.

The three looked at Bryce and saw that he wasn't laughing. Slowly the laughter died and when Bryce didn't respond with a contradiction to their suggestion all three of their mouths dropped open, and they stared at him.

"What's all the hub-bub Bub?" Alex said as he and Mark joined them.

Without taking his eyes off Of Bryce, Kevin said, "Bryce's tall straight beefy sexy god of a roommate wants to take turns fucking our brains out."

"What?!?" Alex exclaimed. He looked at Bryce for confirmation.

Bryce hesitated for a second. Then, making up his mind he said. "Not exactly. Here come in and see for your selves." He stepped back and allowed them to file in.

He escorted them into the living room. As he entered first saw, followed by a sinking sensation in the pit of his gut, that the latest tray of food was empty. Next his eye fell on the Eco home system on a table not far from Daniel. Suddenly, Bryce new how his friends had been invited. His Eco was synced to his phone so he could send messages via voice command. Daniel met his eyes and he saw a satisfied smirk cross the giants face. He also seemed to understood an unspoken promise. It's them or you. Bryce felt the chill sink deeper into his spine

"Hey there," Daniel said in a pleasant tone. All 5 of Bryce's freinds gasped at the sight of Daniel's gigantic form. Several long moments of stunned silence lingered before Jon finally broke the silence. "Well you don't see that every day."

Alex took several steps closer to Daniel and Bryce saw the giants eyes lock on the little guy. The giant's freindly smile momentarily gain a hungry wolfish quality and he licked his lips hungrily before he seemed to catch himself and fix it back to simple friendly greeting. "Daniel, what happened?" Alex asked.

Bryce distinctly heard tone a strong note of undisquised desire in Alex voice. Of course, Bryce knew that Alex had a thing for really big men.

"A new steroid injection on the marked. The results are increadible," Daniel answered Alex. He lifted his massive arms high and flexed biceps more then twice the size of Bryce's head. The act made, Daniel seem to double in size. Everyone shrink back with a mixture of pure intense nervous intimidation and pure awe. Bryce felt his heart skip another beat.

Alex, eyes wide in amazement and evident desire, took a shaky step forward. "Your- your- your huge!" He stammered.

Daniels eyes flashed, as if he had a sudden idea. "You want to feel them?" He asked Alex a clear hint of promise in his tone.

Alex practically ran forward. "Oh yes," he said enthusiastically. "I love to."

"Climb on up, run- ... ah... I mean, little man."

As Alex neared the frontal curvature of Daniel's massive gut and seemed to consider how best to climb up. The giant flashed Bryce a significant look, and he new what he had to do.

"Here, I'll help you up, little guy," Daniel offered. He reached down and scooped Alex up in his big meaty hands.

Just then Bryce, who had quietly slipped to stand behind everyone and out of view, suddenly shoved over a large standing lamp so it would crashed into a glass shelf. The sound made everyone jump and spin around to face him. They looked at him questioningly and he just shrugged. "Oops," he said, "I bumped into it." He knew it was a terrible lie but he was preoccupied as over the shoulders of his friends he watched Daniel's expression shift to one of gluttonous hunger, he licked his lips one last time before he opened them wide and pushed Alex's head and shoulders into his mouth. Alex's cry was cut off almost before it had begun. Just the faintest muffled shouts could be heard coming from Daniels throat.

Only Kevin and Jon seemed to have heard the strange sound. They started to turn back.

"Oh, shit!" Bryce exclaimed

They turned back. "What?" Jon asked.

"Um-," Bryce struggled to stay focused. Behind Jon and the others, Daniel pushed Alex in deeper. Just Alex's legs stuck out. They kicked frantically and Daniels lips around them curved into a smile as he grabbed Alex's thighs and pushed him further down his throat."

"Well, What?" Jon said clearly getting annoyed.

"Um- I-" Bryce groped for a lie. "I- I cut my hand pretty bad." His eyes involuntarily flicked back to Daniel, who now put two fingers on the bottom of Alex's sneakers which wiggled pathetically and pushed the poor little guy all the way in. Daniels giant fat fingers withdrew empty and he swallowed. A lazy, eye glazed, satisfied expression crossing his face.

Bryce barely registered Kevin's, "oh no." Or Eric stepping toward him and saying, "here, let me see it." Instead his attention was on Daniel and his eyes were going wide in stunned horror.

Even as Daniel swallowed he started to grow. First his belly swelled bigger, rounder, and wider. It expanded outword in all directions to fill much more of the the floor space, even as his expanding face and mouth bumped closer to the 2 story ceiling over head. The giant arms and legs bulged and swelled with several more layers of fat and muscle. His hands grew bigger, wider, heavier. His feet thickened and elongated to massive beefy soles broad enough to smash a small person flat. As he seemed to reach the pinnacle of his new growth his big lips opened and he let out a deep burped that shook the floor.

Jon, Kevin, Eric, and Mark all whipped around again. This time those faces fell as an even larger even fatter Daniel looked down at them with an innocent expression.

"Wait, what?" Jon struggled to form a question in his shock. "Did you get bigger?" He finally managed to get out.

"Maybe... a little," Daniel said with a satisfied grin. "Man, you boys sure are starting to look tiny down there."

(Continued in PART 2)

#macrophilia #fat

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