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Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 5

Prompts: Cannibal Campers 🥩 / Tea Party 🫖

[Content note: fat nonbinary main character (first section); cis woman main character (second section); cw mental health; weight gain]

Horror Story

The tired woman on the screen smiled, tired and with watery eyes.

"Okay, thank you again Cyn."

"You're welcome, Jade. Have a great week now."

"You too."

*beep*

As soon as I got off my last video therapy session for the day, I fed Oolong (my little calico princess), went to the bedroom to shed my dress slacks, blouse and blazer and put on my sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. Then I slipped on my fuzzy sloth slippers, made myself a cup of lapsang souchong and opened my laptop.

My new fic, a little vignette about fat girls in love, had gotten a couple likes. It was supposed to be for this Halloween challenge, but I'd completely gotten lost in the sauce and wrote a romance instead. But some people liked it, and that was okay.

I'd never been much of a writer. I'm a therapist by trade, so I do write reports and things, but fiction is not really something I think I'm good at, but I like it. And I enjoy the attention I get for it. It was just my little thing. Sometimes it felt weird being a fat activist therapist writing sexy little stories about fat girls, but to a point I could separate my public work from my private life. Although I sometimes did feel like it was a conflict of interest in a way, I did like writing and enjoyed the support of my little community online who didn't know me as a strong, successful therapist and instead a beginning-to-intermediate level writer who was still finding her voice.

It felt kind of nice, like a cozy little blanket I could hide in sometimes.

Anyway, today was going to be different. I was going to actually follow today's prompt.

I took a sip of my tea. It tasted like a fire in autumn. Woody, earthy, like old pine trees just recently blocked up for winter, now crackling on the first fire of the season.

The theme today was "Cannibal Creepers." I'd been jotting little notes on it all day, even asking people what they thought made for a good horror story.

"It has to say something, ya know?" Heather, my fellow therapist and office mate, said. "Like sometimes monster-of-the-week is fun, but you have to get that deep lore in there, make it mean something. Like how Dracula is, like, a metaphor or how zombies are often political, you know? That's the good shit."

I understood what she was saying, and horror movie buff that she is, I took it to heart.

I wasn't sure if my little story was going to "say" anything, but I figured it'd be fun to try.

And it definitely wasn't going to be a romance this time.

Definitely.

*****

Day 5 - Cannibal Creepers by Marimo87

The five friends had been excited to finally get a free weekend where they could all get together. They rented a cabin near a lake, brought snacks, and showed up in one car, feeling high on each other's company, enjoying the freedom of being freshly graduated from university but not yet tied that tightly to the demands of the working world or relationships.

It was sunset when they arrived at the cabin. Alice had immediately tossed her bag into a corner and announced, "Naptime fuckers" and then wandered off to one of the beds. May watched her go and then said, "Well I'm starving" and dove into the bags of snacks they'd brought. Becca and Julie threw off their T-shirts, grabbed towels and declared they were going to check out the lake.

Julie, who had never been that big a fan of water, said she wanted to check out the nature trail behind the cabin.

None of the other girls had noticed a nature trail back there, but they figured she knew what she was talking about and went about doing their thing while Julie put on bug spray and grabbed her hat.

*****

Alice awoke to an empty cabin, jarred out of sleep by a shriek outside.

"Jesus," she muttered, throwing on a T-shirt and running outside.

She raced onto the deck of the cottage to see Julie, limping toward her, with blood oozing from her left shin. "Uh, sorry for yelling...uh, do we have a first aid kit?"

Alice ran inside to get the first aid kit and rushed back out to tend to her friend.

Julie looked at her in a daze. "Hey Alice, I think I have rabies or something. I feel really weird."

"What bit you?"

"Dunno," Julie replied spacily. "It was just a chubby lil guy. Maybe a raccoon or something. Who knows."

Alice grabbed her friends slim shoulders. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"Oh, hmm, no, I'm good I guess. Just feel a bit sleepy, bit heavy maybe."

"Are you going to pass out?" Alice was panicked. What was she going to do? There were no hospitals nearby, and no one else was around.

"Hey Alice, I don't feel good. Something weird's happening, I think. I feel weird. Like warm or something..."

Alice looked down and saw that the cut on Julie's leg began healing rapidly. Within seconds, the cut was gone and only a small streak of dried blood suggested there was ever a wound there.

"Julie, your cut, it---"

Alice's breath caught in her throat as her friend stumbled forward. "Uh, Alice, help..."

"Julie! Help with wha----"

Her friend let out a moan as her body was consumed by an unearthly ripple for a sudden and then slowly and imperceptibly at first Alice noticed her friend beginning to look softer. At first just enough to smooth out her bony edges, but then the process continued and her friend's body began to properly fill out. Within minutes, she'd developed visible breasts, a little potbelly, and her thigh gap disappeared entirely.

"H-help me..." Julie pleaded, as her cheekbones filled out into chubby cheeks, a double chin swallowing up her sharp jawline.

Alice watched her friend stumble around as her body continued to expand, trying to find her footing as her body grew wider and heavier. As she fumbled around on the deck, struggling to catch her breath, she looked suddenly very fat, clumsy and slow.

Her clothes were in rags, and she looked around in a daze, like she didn't know where she was or what was happening.

When the weight finally stopped piling on, Alice would guess that her friend had over three hundred pounds packed on her small frame. Her body sagged everywhere with heavy flab, and her reddening face made it clear that even standing was now difficult for her.

Not really sure what else to do, Alice ran into the cabin to grab a blanket to cover her friend, but as she made her way to the deck, she jumped back at the sound of a loud crash as her friend suddenly sprang forward toward her, with such ferocity and speed that Alice was hardly able to process what was going on.

Suddenly, she was lying on the other side of the deck with a bruised hip and a gash in her forearm.

Bitemarks, it looked like.

"Oh shit," Alice whispered as, just like Julie's wound, it slowly began to heal.

Knowing what was coming, Alice raced to her feet and grabbed onto the deck, lest she be trapped on her back once what was going to happen took full effect.

First, she felt warm all over, then her mind grew hazy, and she felt that ripple through her body that she'd witness in Julie, and then it started.

Frantically, she unbuttoned her shorts and threw off her clothes, all the while her tall, lithe body slowly and quietly growing softer, thicker, flabbier. She winced as her toned arms and legs disappeared, her abs filled in and became a protruding and then hanging gut, her thighs broadening until it became difficult for her to move comfortably, the sensation of her giant butt rippling behind her as she struggled to shift her weight.

She looked at her hands, clenched against the deck, as they filled in and became sausage-like.

As the weight continuing to piled on, rendering her weak and tired, Alice dimly noted that her three other friends were now stumbling out of the forest; they, too, were now heavily fat, shuffling around slowly in the yard, unaccustomed to their larger bodies.

"At least we're all in it together, I guess," Alice sighed, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over her. Although she'd just had a nap, the transformation, or whatever it was, was just too much.

Worrying for a second what would happen if she lay her heavy body down on the deck, she decided to give in to the tiredness. She lay down and let the deep, heavy haze in her brain take her into unconsciousness.

*****

Alice woke up slowly, the heavy feeling of her large belly comforting her, centering her.

She looked around, and saw the familiar peach walls of her apartment bedroom. She lay back for a moment, a bit annoyed that there was, in fact, no vacation planned to any cottage and she hadn't seen Julie or the others in like a year now. And in her entire adult life she'd never been under 200 pounds. Was her brain trying to tell her to lose weight or something? She'd have to bring that one up with a therapist.

#feedist kinktober #feedist kinktober 2024 #horror #fiction-in-fiction #weight gain #cyn writes

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woeismywaffle · 2 years ago

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SCREAMED LIKE A FUCKING BANSHEE.

EARTHSPARK.

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c0s-lettuce · 3 years ago

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fate unkind - peggy carter x reader

gender not mentioned, reader is from earth-616, set in earth-838

a/n: i loved peggy in the movie. she's so breathtaking, i had to write something for her! hope you enjoy :)

word count: 1250

warnings: minimal swearing, mentions of death

It's funny how one thing leads to another. Although maybe 'funny' isn't the right word to use right now. There's not much fun about waking up in a glass cell in some high-tech facility in a different universe.

You had an enjoyable time before all that if you forget about Wanda Maximoff being after you. The idea of the multiverse blew your mind, so physically being in a different universe almost made you lose it. There were blue skies with clouds of rainbows and beautiful skyscrapers adorned with greenery. Not to mention the pizza balls, a truly genius invention.

Things took a turn from there. You were the first to wake after being drugged. From fucking tea. America and Stephen were still out, locked up in similar cells to yours. You were then met with Christine Palmer. But not the one you were familiar with. You greeted her with a 'holy shit'. She greeted you with less vulgar language.

Christine explained the situation to you. This universe had far more knowledge of the multiverse than yours could ever imagine. You urged her to help, telling her there was imminent danger just one universe away. But your panic seemed to have no effect on her.

Not soon later, you were escorted to a spacious room by two androids that reminded you far too much of the Ultron Sentries you fought on Sokovia. You met a council of unfamiliar faces. Except for one far too familiar face. Peggy Carter. The love of your life.

She wasn't your Peggy. You could tell straight away from the costume and shield. But man, was she a sight to behold.

She recognised you too. You could tell by the look in her eyes. The eyes you would spend countless nights gazing into. The eyes you'd never thought you'd ever see again.

You knew your Peggy back in the war. She was brilliant and determined, the brightest star in the galaxy. But fate, as unkind as it is, had different plans. Peggy lived and aged throughout the years. The same didn't happen to you.

And that eventually led you here, much older and having fought unfathomable threats. At some point, you thought it'd best to retire, only to have a giant octopus squid monster show up in the city. You guess that's just what happens when you choose to settle in New York City.

The council called themselves the Illuminati. Interesting name choice, you thought to yourself. You weren't quite sure what the point of the meeting was. The bald guy in a big yellow chair said something about Stephen being really dangerous. They hoped by first talking to you, they could gather some insight into your Stephen Strange.

After the meeting, you did not return to your cell as you had expected to. Instead, the two Ultron Sentries lead you to an empty corridor, where Peggy waits on a bench. She stands as you approach. For a second, you hesitate, believing all of this to be one cruel trick. But it isn't. It's real.

Your handcuffs deactivate, allowing you to move your arms freely. The Ultron Sentries stay behind, giving the two of you privacy.

"Peggy?" you call out, hating how broken you sounded.

Peggy says your name back, gently and lovingly, and you swear you could've broken down right then and there. You don't stop to think whether or not it would be appropriate to hug her. You do it like your life depends on it.

Peggy reciprocates the hug without a second thought. You're not sure how long it lasted, but you relish every second. It felt like coming home after being away for so long. It felt like Peggy.

The two of you end the hug, and Peggy takes your hands. She guides you to sit down with her.

"This all must be a bit of a shock for you," she says.

You let out a small laugh, "Yeah, you could say that."

"I apologise for the formalities earlier. I wanted something less... interrogative, but I was outvoted."

She must be talking about the council with its high platform, fancy chairs and dramatic reveals.

"Oh, don't worry about it," you tell her, "It was... well, it sure was impressive."

Peggy smiles, and your heart flutters.

You continue, "This place is insane. I don't recognise anyone else from the council. And those robot android things, the last time I saw something like that, it was trying to kill me."

Peggy laughs, "It sounds like you've had quite a lot of adventures."

"Nothing as crazy as this one... But God, Peggy, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, love. More than you could know."

You feel almost silly asking, "Is there a version of me in this universe?"

A ghost of a smile appears on Peggy's face.

"There was," she tells you.

Was, not is? That's already a bad sign.

You let her continue, "I met you during the war. You were my close confidant, my lover. There was this super soldier program. Someone else was prepared to do the procedure, but an attack from the enemy left us with no choice, and I had to go through with it."

So Peggy took the serum instead of Steve Rogers in this world?

"Our enemy used the Tesseract to open a portal and summon an interdimensional creature. To defeat it, I had to push it back through. I emerged only seconds afterwards, but decades had passed on Earth. I looked for you everywhere. But it was too late. You were gone."

You feel your chest tighten. The two of you are in the same boat. Stuck in the future and longing for nothing more than the past. Except you got to say goodbye to your Peggy; you were there at her funeral. This Peggy didn't get to do that with you.

Looking down, your hands are still holding hers. You try and memorise the feeling. You always entertained the idea that somewhere there was a different you and a different Peggy leading a much different life. But in a million universes, you could have never imagined a situation like this one.

"I guess there's no happy ending for us, huh?" you say, looking back up.

"Maybe not today. But I have no doubt our love is a constant in the multiverse. That's an infinite number of worlds where I get to love you. And yes, some may last just a second, and some may be forever. But in the end, it's always you."

If your heart could break any more than it already has, it did just then. There is so much more you want to know. Peggy is right in front of you, and you're right in front of her. But how could you be together when there's a whole multiverse between the two of you?

The Ultron Sentries start marching towards you. Your time together is up. Now it's time to go back to your glass cell to wait for whatever the hell happens next.

Panic starts rising inside you; you don't want to leave. But Peggy stays calm. She brings her hand to your cheek. It's a light touch, like a soft kiss.

"I'll love you forever," she says in almost a whisper.

And like your own personal ibuprofen, she quells your discomfort.

"I love you too," you reply, "Until the end of space and time."

Peggy smiles once more. She's beautiful.

"I hope I dream of you tonight," she says.

➸

#peggy carter #marvel #peggy carter x reader #peggy carter x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu x reader #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #dr strange in the multiverse of madness #spoilers #doctor strange spoilers #dr strange spoilers #doctor strange #dr strange #hayley atwell #captain carter #what if

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moistmailman · 3 years ago

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*At the back of Beacon’s library*

Pyrrha, sitting at a table by herself: *completely engrossed by something*

Jaune, sneaking up from behind:.........*grabs her by the hips* Whatchu’ doing back here young lady? *kisses her cheek*

Pyrrha: *squeaks loudly while nearly jumping out of her skin*

Jaune: *laughs*

Pyrrha, blushing and pouting: J-Jaune! D-don’t do that. You nearly gave me a heart attack.

Jaune, chuckling: My bad. It’s just that it’s not everyday you can get the drop on the Pyrrha Nikos. *pulls up chair* So what are you doing back here all by your little self anyway?

Pyrrha, awkwardly: O-oh, uhm...I uhm....

*Jaune looks a the table to see a figure of a car with other pieces near it and an instruction pamphlet*

Jaune, raising an eyebrow: Wait, are you building a model car?

Pyrrha, blushing: M-maybe. I-it’s uhm.....it’s a model from Back To the Future.

Jaune: Back to the future? That old movie franchise from the dinosaur ages?

Pyrrha, slightly defensively: It’s not that old, but yes, that franchise.

Jaune: Oh my god. I can’t believe my girlfriend is such a dork.

Pyrrha, blushing: H-hey. I-I’m not a d-dork!

Jaune, snorting: Relax, I’m only joking....partially. Being a dork can be cute nowadays. I mean, you should know. You’re dating me of all people.

Pyrrha: *cutely pouts at her boyfriend’s teasings*

Jaune: So you bought yourself figure from the movie?

Pyrrha, smiling embarrassed: Well I wasn’t really planning on buying it. It’s just kinda happened. My dad randomly sent me a link to this because it was on sale. Next thing I know it was already in my cart.

Jaune: You dad sent you it?

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh yes! My dad’s also a huge fan. He’s the one who got me in the franchise. He took me to see all of them in theater; you see, the movies were playing in my neighborhood’s theaters because of one of it’s anniversaries, and my dad wanted to see them again. Although he also had to watch me while my mother was away, and instead of hiring a baby sitter he decided to just take me along with him.

Jaune, nodding: Oh?

Pyrrha, smiling giddily: I remember the first time seeing it. I was amazed the entire time. They were so fantastic and magical to me. I loved them so much. I asked my dad so many times to go see them again afterwards, and each time he did, at least for a week that is, then he grew tired of it. He had to buy me the DVD set so he could get one free day to himself. *chuckles* He used to make jokes about it on how he “accidentally created a monster”. I was so happy when I got the DVDs though. I’ve watch them so many times. Every day after school for like a month straight. My mother used to call me her ‘little time traveler’ and I also liked to pretended that I was time traveling in my blanket forts. I also— Eh?

Jaune: *chuckling*

Pyrrha: What’s funny?

Jaune, chuckling: Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never really seen you talk about something you this passionate about. It’s really dorky, but in a cute way.

Pyrrha: *blushes*

Jaune: So anyway, this is the car they used in the movies? Looks kinda weird.

Pyrrha: Yeah. The car model they used wasn’t actually that popular at the times. It was lacking behind compared to the other cars. It’s only became popular because of the movie franchise in fact. The only reason they chose the DeLorean in the first place was because Doc thought it looked stylish.

Jaune, raising an eyebrow: Doc?

Pyrrha: One of the main characters. He’s the one who made the time machine. He got the idea when he hit his head on his toilet while putting up a clock. He then wrote down the idea for the flux capacitor so he wouldn’t forget it. OH! Which is this thing right here!

*Pyrrha shows Jaune a tiny metal box that has a glass case in it, a Y shape object being inside it*

Pyrrha, with stars in her eyes: This bad boy is the reason why the DeLereon can go back in time in the first place. In order for it to work the car has to reach a speed limit of 88 miles per hour and requires 1.21 gigawatts to activate.

Jaune: *smiles at his rambling girlfriend*

Pyrrha: Originally the car ran on plutonium, which the Doc has to steal from a group of terrorists, who in returned killed him, forcing Marty to flee back in time in order to escape. Marty then— OH! I forgot about the main protagonist! Marty is a friend’s of Doc. He’s a high schooler he hangs out with. They never explained how they met in the franchise so it’s kinda up to speculations. Anyway, Marty is kinda a rebel like character. He’s not afraid to talk back to authority and fight someone, unlike his father; whose the complete opposite of his son.

Jaune, internally: God she’s so cute.

Pyrrha: Anywho, Marty goes back in time which kickstarted the whole movie’s events. He accidentally messed with the timeline and nearly erased his whole existence until he got his parents to fall in love at the dance, OH, and he technically invented Jonnny B Goode during the dance. After Marty saved his existence he went back to the present when he finds out that Doc actually survived because he was wearing a bullet-proof vest since Marty told him abou— oh gosh! I forgot to mentioned that Marty met past Doc as well! You see, Marty didn’t have the means to go back to the present, so he went to Past Doc’s house to get help. Obviously he didn’t believe Marty at first when he told him about it, until the boy showed him— w-Wait, why are you laughing again?

Jaune, chuckling: Cause of your ramblings. It’s adorable, I swear. I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s precious.

Pyrrha, blushes again: I just really like this franchise is all.

Jaune, smiling: Look, instead of telling me about the movies, you wanna watch them together instead?

Pyrrha, eyes instantly sparking with joy: Really? You want to?

Jaune: Of course. Why not? Sounds great. You watched all of the lord of the rings with me, so it’s the least I could do.

Pyrrha, happily: Oh gosh! I can’t wait then! I can get my dad to send me my DVDs and we can watch them immediately! I can’t wait!

Jaune: That sounds great. *stands up* Anyway, I think I should allow you to finish this model of yours.

Pyrrha, confused: My mode— oh! I forgot about the model I’m building. *slightly laughs in embarrassment* S-So is next week good for you?

Jaune: It’d be perfect. See you later. *leaves*

Pyrrha, smiling and waving: Bye. Okay, now let me finish this thing finally. *goes back to building the DeLorean

#Rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #arkos #pyrrha x jaune #we need more dorky Pyrrha

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haikyuucute · 4 years ago

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Untamable (Ushijima Wakatoshi) [Omegaverse AU]

Pairing: Alpha!Ushijima x omega!reader

Summary: You seemed like an untamable omega to Ushijima

Warnings: Sexual themes, implied smut

Word Count: 5.6k

[A/N]: So I’ve been rlly iffy about posting this bcuz I know that this au isn’t everyone’s favorite. But I rlly like this au and I have fun writing for it, so I figured if someone doesn’t like it then they can scroll past it or blacklist the tag ‘omegaverse’ anyway, so I decided to go ahead and post this

Ushijima Wakatoshi liked order and he liked things that made sense. He was a simple man and he would call it like he’d see it.

And what made sense to him was the dynamic system. Alphas were placed at the top, then betas, then omegas.

He believed this was right because it was ingrained in everyone’s genetics to follow this order.

It was why Hinata Shouyou had affected him so deeply. He was small, his volleyball technique was a mess and yet he and Karasuno beat Shiratorizawa.

Ushijima considered himself to be a very strong alpha— possibly the strongest in Shiratorizawa. His presence commanded every area he was in and omegas would fall silent at his scent, waiting for him to speak first. He had even been dubbed the alpha of alphas in school.

So it didn’t make sense for Hinata to have so much baseless confidence. It annoyed him and got under his skin to the point he thought about it quite often and how he could win next time.

Another thing that got under his skin was the little omega he shared a couple classes with— only she annoyed him far more than Hinata did.

Because while the little orange haired boy was a weak alpha, he was still just that. An alpha.

And yet, you walked around with the confidence of an alpha.

You were definitely the outcast, most omegas found you annoying and most alphas didn’t like to bother with an omega that didn’t know their place. Your scent wasn’t sweet and delicate like an omega’s either, it was tangy and citrusy (not at all a bad smell, even Ushijima would admit it was nice, just not that of an omegas). And worst of all, if you stepped out of line and an alpha tried to put you back in your place, you’d stick up your nose, turn the other way around, and continue with what you were doing in the first place.

This behavior always sat wrong with him but he never had to come into close contact with you, he’d just catch instances of this in class or in the hallways. Always hating the way you demanded to be seen.

And Ushijima knew he wasn’t in the wrong because everyone had found you strange. You didn’t even have any friends until your third year of high school when you shared your first class with the renowned Guess Monster.

Tendou, Ushijima, and you all shared a science class your third year, and though Ushijima had prior knowledge of you, it was the first time Tendou ever really noticed you.

And being dubbed a freak himself, Tendou immediately wanted to befriend you and it was only a short while after that he noticed how much you got under Ushijima’s skin.

So as a fellow freak and probably the only person other than Hinata that could get a rise out of the usually stoic alpha— well, Tendou just had to become your best friend.

Thus it began.

Tendou inviting you to work on group projects with him and Ushijima.

Tendou then inviting you to watch practices.

Tendou invited you to games.

And worst of all— Tendou invited you to hang out in his and Ushijima’s dorm.

And you quickly became someone Ushijima had to endure all day, every day.

You knew right from the beginning when you started hanging out with Tendou that the great Ushiwaka didn’t want anything to do with you. If you tried to talk to him he’d answer with four words at most or blatantly ignore you all together (then again he did that with everyone, but with you it just somehow felt different). And that was because although he was a strong alpha, he had better things to do than put an omega back in their place.

So he put up with you for days— weeks— months— until suddenly he couldn’t.

In what Tendou liked to call the “staring contest of the year” you had outwardly challenged Ushijima. But!— in your defense it was on an outrageously ridiculous subject that you believed you had the right to believe and that Ushijima should’ve respected that regardless of his own biases.

It was an argument that took place in their dorm while the two of them were there. You had casually walked in, an agitated look on your face, exclaiming:

”I hate alphas!” You yelled, pushing their door open. You ignored Ushijima who sent you a slightly irritated glance from where he was seated at his desk, reading a volleyball magazine or something, and went immediately over to the giggling Tendou.

He was up on his bed on the top bunk and you climbed the ladder, seating yourself next to where he was sprawled out, with a pout on your face.

”Should I be offended~” he laughed.

”You don’t count.”

”That’s more offensive than your last statement.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, you’re the exception— but alphas suck.”

He moved closer, throwing an arm around you with a large grin, “Did something happen? Do tell, (F/N)-chan~” he sang.

“Well... I may have gotten into another fight with an omega.”

”Ohoho~ did you win?”

”I guess. She pulled my hair so I punched her and... found out she has a mate.”

Tendou burst into another fit of laughter, and started poking your side, “Did you try fighting an alpha again?”

You swatted his hands away, “I just stood up for myself.”

”And how’d that go?”

”Stupid. He came up to me and did that dumb alpha thing where they stand up straighter and puff their chests out with the expectation that I’d be a cowering little omega in their presence,” you scoffed, “He told me that I shouldn’t step out of line and start fights with mated omegas, which is total bullshit because she pulled my hair first!” You yelled, falling back against his bed. “I hate alphas!”

“You punched his mate,” Ushijima who usually ignored you whenever you were over spoke up for the first time.

You furrowed your eyebrows, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Yeah, cause she pulled my hair.”

”She was wrong too.”

You scoffed, “So what? The alpha was in the right?”

”You punched his mate, he was protecting her.”

You shot up and glared at Ushijima who was still reading his magazine. ”Well I was protecting myself.” You practically hissed out.

Ushijima finally stopped what he was doing and turned around to stare up at you from where you were seated on Tendou’s bed.

Tendou’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two of you, seeing how pissed off you were, and at how Ushijima was taken aback at the tone you used with him, and Tendou’s grin slowly widened.

”You speak as if you’re an alpha,” Ushijima said, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

”I speak like an omega who’s fed up with alphas,” you spat back.

Ushijima slowly stood up and you could smell his scent had changed. It was stronger and more powerful— definitely covering up yours and some of Tendou’s scent. And you could pretty much smell how annoyed and pissed he was with you.

And as a result you felt the omega in you want to apologize and take everything back, bowing your head down, too weak to make eye contact. It was a feeling you had become quite accustomed to with how often alphas did this to you, and you became quite good at ignoring those instincts.

But Ushijima was stronger than all those alphas, and Tendou watched in awe as the most strong willed omega he’s ever met started to shrink in her seat, eyes glued to her lap.

Ushijima stood in front of you, and due to his height he was nearly eye level with you despite you sitting up on the top bunk.

“You’re careless,” He spoke lowly, as blunt as ever, “You speak the first thing that comes to mind with no regard if you offend someone, and you’re surprised when an alpha tries to put you back in your place. You’re an omega.” His voice loud and firm, “Power does not lean in your favor. Learn your place.”

You bit down on your lip hard, finding it difficult to meet his eyes but with everything you had in you, you forced yourself up straight and looked him dead in the eye.

Tendou’s eyes widened at your display but he kept quiet, glancing at how the usually stoic Ushijima looked slightly thrown off guard.

“I will never settle for being submissive,” you spoke slowly, never breaking your eye contact, “And I will never stop striving for independence. You like this power system because it’s all you’ve ever known— I’ll show you that you’re wrong and I’ll do whatever it takes.”

From there the two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, Tendou holding his breath to see who would give in first. Until it was finally time to go to volleyball practice and Ushijima was forced to look away, making you smile triumphantly.

And so it began. The start of an overly exhausting plan that you were committed to executing.

And if Ushijima thought you were a nuisance before it was nothing compared to now.

A few days after the incident you acted as if it never happened, putting on a cheery and energetic façade. And you actually spoke to him in that same friendly manner you spoke to Tendou and others on the team.

He soon realized there would be no end to your chatter. You’d go on and on about your day, shows and movies you liked, hobbies that you were into, and you’d ask him tons and tons of questions that he’d just ignore but you wouldn’t shut up, forcing him to answer your questions— you even started calling him Waka-kun while you remained (L/N)-san.

But you didn’t care. You vowed that you’d force your way into his heart until he finally saw you as an equal instead of an overly obnoxious omega.

It took months but somehow, by some kind of miracle, Ushijima came to the conclusion... you actually weren’t that bad.

Of course you were still loud, kind of annoying, and spoke out of turn most of the time. But he guessed that some of your better qualities started sticking out the more you hung around him.

For one, you were always happy.

Happiness wasn’t an emotion Ushijima felt often, he knew the feeling of victory when he defeated a difficult opponent in volleyball but that never lasted that long because, well— Ushijima always won...(for the most part). And he knew what it felt like to be satisfied and generally content.

But the happiness you exuded. This absolutely boundless amount of energy and cheerfulness you walked around with despite being put down by practically the entire student body, it made you slightly more admirable in his eyes.

And then he saw your loyalty and devotion towards the team and specifically Tendou. By definition, Tendou was technically your best friend and you made sure to prioritize him in your life because of how grateful you were to call him a friend, this meant inviting him out places and never turning down an invitation he made. You let him talk to you when he was down and comforted and supported him appropriately. And when it came to the team, you were kind of an honorary manager (you didn’t actually have the title because the coach would never trust an omega to do the job) but you gave them water bottles and towels during practice and made sure to attend all their games and cheer for them. So even the team who had been kind of cold to you in the beginning, ended up growing rather fond of you, and you were just as happy to consider them your friends.

But he supposed what stuck out to him the most was how determined you were to be more acquainted with him. You’d ask about his day, his childhood, volleyball, anything really. And you somehow had the ability to pull more than a couple words from his mouth as time went on.

And all from the shadows, the Guess Monster was watching. Observing how a very odd friendship grew between the two of you. And although Ushijima rarely let any emotion of any kind show, after three months Tendou made an educated guess.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was actually falling for you.

From a surface level no one could really tell, but Tendou started picking up on the way Ushijima’s scent would change whenever you were near, it’d grow softer, and slightly more non threatening than his usual scent. It was a small detail but spoke volumes. Other than that, he noticed more and more how he grew comfortable around you, letting you talk his ear off and he’d answer your questions with more than three words. But what gave it away for him was when he had stepped into one of your fights where an omega started yelling at you for acting too much like an alpha. It was the first time he had ever done it and although you told him you could fight your own battles, he doubted it would be the last fight Ushijima broke up for you.

With you it was actually harder to tell if you were starting to like Ushijima back, and this was based off of all your rants he’s heard about you never wanting to mate with an alpha and that you’d much rather mate with a beta. It was hard to picture you with an alpha and even harder to picture you with an alpha as strong as Ushijima.

But he, figured out that yes— you did reciprocate those feelings when he caught a certain sight.

You went out with Tendou and Ushijima one night and stayed up late, you were absolutely exhausted so Ushijima ended up giving you a piggyback ride back to your dorm. And that’s when Tendou noticed the way you nuzzled your face into his neck. He couldn’t tell if you were trying to scent yourself or if you just found his scent soothing enough to fall asleep to— but either way there were definitely mutual feelings there.

The only problem was that the two of you were too dense to acknowledge those feelings.

So as usual Tendou decided to take it upon himself to get the two of you closer.

He came up with a fairly simple but hopefully effective plan.

Not that long ago you came to Tendou and asked if he’d been willing to give you volleyball lessons every now and then after you came to really admire the sport after watching them play for so long. And he agreed of course.

So now it was just a matter of getting Ushijima to take his place—

“I won’t be able to make our volleyball lesson (F/N)-chan,” Tendou suddenly spoke up from where he laid on the floor.

He watched as your head poked over the top bunk where you lay, a pout on your face, “What? Why not?” You whined.

”I’ll be busy this weekend, but!” He suddenly exclaimed, looking over at Ushijima, “Maybe Wakatoshi-kun could take my place.”

”No,” came Ushijima’s answer, from where he sat on his bed.

Tendou frowned at how dense he could be.

You pouted further, “Waka-kun would be mean about it if he helped me anyway.”

”Don’t be silly—“

”I’m not! I can picture it now!” You suddenly made a very serious face, mimicking Ushijima’s, “(L/N)-chan you have awful technique. (L/N)-chan you understand nothing about volleyball. (L/N)-chan you suck.”

Tendou giggled at that, seeing your point, “You’d also be getting taught by a top player in the nation~” he sang.

You paused for a moment, thinking it over, “... We’d probably get in a fight though and I hate arguing with him.”

”You hate it because you lose,” Ushijima spoke up.

”Shut up!” You yelled, moving to hang over the edge of the bed to see him.

He glanced up at your upside down form, “l’m right.”

And since he was always painfully blunt and honest, you knew he actually was right, so you settled on pouting further.

”Y’know people would kill to have someone like Wakatoshi teach them volleyball,” Tendou said, continuing to convince you, “He’s the best of the best, don’t you want to be the best~”

”I’m not that passionate about volleyball,” you deadpanned.

He faltered, until a thought struck him, and he grinned, “Remember that time you tagged along with the team to the beach and we were short one person for volleyball and asked you to play?”

You glared darkly at him for reminding you about that humiliating incident— they were a powerhouse school after all, why the hell would they ask you to play when you had barely any experience. “Yes,” you muttered.

”Well what if Wakatoshi-kun taught you a few of his tricks and you got to show off next time we play together.”

He knew he had you when your eyes widened in realization.

You looked back down at Ushijima from where you hung upside down, “Waka-kun teach me volleyball.”

”No,” he replied, looking down at his homework.

”Please.”

”No.”

”Please.”

”No.”

”Please.”

”No.”

“Ugh— why notttt,” you whined.

”Because you don’t play volleyball.”

”Well I want to show off to the team the next time you guys force me to play.”

”You still wouldn’t be as good as them.”

You frowned, “I already know that, but you don’t always have to say the truth.”

Ushijima couldn’t help himself when he looked back up at you, something in your tone bothering him. And the pout and look in your eyes really bothered him for some reason. But he didn’t like being the cause of it and he really wanted to see it leave your face.

“Fine,” he gave in. He watched as your face instantly lit up, a smile gracing your features and it admittedly made him feel weirder than when you were upset.

You flipped off the top bunk to Ushijima’s bed and threw your arms around his shoulders in a hug, “Thank you Waka-kun~” you sang.

And Tendou grinned from ear to ear, watching as Ushijima’s face tinted the lightest of pinks.

——

“You’re late,” Ushijima grunted as he watched you burst through the gym doors, trying to catch your breath.

”I know!” You panted, “I got held up by a teacher.” You said, throwing your bag to the ground. You made your way over to Ushijima who was previously practicing by himself as he waited. “Now, you can’t be mean remember, this is just for fun. It’s not like I’m gonna be using this in any actual tournaments, this is just to shut the team up the next time they make fun of me for sucking at volleyball.”

He nodded and the two of you started.

You quickly figured out that playing volleyball with Ushijima was very different than when you’d play with Tendou. Tendou was always goofing around and joking with you but with Ushijima he was unsurprisingly very serious, so it was up to you to lighten the mood. But you had to admit he was a pretty good teacher and kept the rude comments to a minimum, which was a feat on its own because he very rarely censored himself and you knew you weren’t doing to well.

It was well into the hour when shit finally hit the fan.

Ushijima asked you to toss him the ball to demonstrate him hitting a spike. So you did and as usual because of his strong spikes, the ball ended up rolling off, landing by your bag on the other side of the gym.

You offered to go get it, and in hindsight you really wished you did. But Ushijima said it was fine and went off to grab the ball.

When he went to pick it up, he noticed the zipper of your bag was opened and something inside caught his eye. He glanced back at you to see you looking down at your phone, before he brought his attention back to the object and pulled it out. His eyebrows furrowed.

It was a pill bottle and the label told him they were heat suppressants. But that wasn’t what caught his eye.

The date said they were prescribed about a month ago and the bottle was already three quarters gone.

He stood up straight and turned, “What are these?” He called out to you, making you look up.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Idiot, are you going through my bag? Put those back and get back over here.” You rolled your eyes.

He only listened to half of what you said as he held the bottle and walked back, “(L/N)-chan, what is this?”

You looked at him confusedly, “They’re heat suppressants or did you forget that I’m an omega and go through heats?”

”More than half of them are gone.”

You faltered, realizing he checked the date on them. But you played it cool and shrugged, “So?”

”It’s dangerous to have that many suppressants in a month.”

You rolled your eyes, “What? Are you suddenly an omega now? They’re my pills, I can use them how I want.”

You could see Ushijima getting frustrated now, “The side effects of this many can be harmful to your body.”

”I’m fine— I’m more than fine. I haven’t had to go through a heat in a while and I’ve been functioning just the same, only it’s better now because I don’t have to deal with heats.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean by ‘a while’?” He asked worried to hear just how long you were putting your body through this. Suppressants were meant to make heats easier, not stop them all together.

“Nothing, it really doesn’t matter,” you said in an attempt to brush it off.

”How long (L/N)-chan?”

You clenched your jaw, looking down at the ground, not answering.

”How long,” his voice became darker and firmer.

You hated it but when he used that tone, you found it difficult to deny, “A....a year.” You muttered.

Ushijima’s eyes widened in shock and horror, and it was probably the most emotion you’ve ever seen from him, “You missed four heats?”

”Well.... yeah.”

”You can’t do that to your body—“

”Why not?” You snapped, looking up at him, “It’s my body isn’t it? And my heats are my business. I’ve been completely fine up till now anyway.”

”What about your next heat? You have to have one eventually and if you’ve missed four, your next heat will be unbearable.”

”That’s only for some people,” you scoffed, “I could be completely fine.”

”And if you’re not? You don’t have a mate.”

”Why do you even care!” You huffed.

”Because—“ you’re my omega.

Ushijima completely stopped as the thought popped in his head. He was caught so off guard by that he forgot his argument.

But he did his best to compose himself before stating, “I’m keeping these.”

You scowled, “Like hell you are!” You yelled before leaping for the pill bottle, but he just held it over his head and out of your reach. You grabbed his arm and tried to pull it down but he would barely budge, “Ushijima this isn’t funny!” You yelled out in anger and slight panic.

He ignored the slight sting he felt at hearing his last name, but he didn’t give in, “This is for your own good.”

”Fuck my own good! I need those pills— I can’t go through another heat!”

”You’re an omega,” he snapped, “You can’t keep pretending you’re an alpha. Heats are necessary, learn your place already.”

And there were those words you absolutely despised, ‘learn your place’.

You blinked back the frustrated tears, “I’m leaving,” you scoffed. And with that you quickly ran out, grabbing your bag and leaving a very pissed off alpha behind you.

—

Tendou had no idea how things could get so screwed up the one time he got you two alone together.

You ended up avoiding Ushijima at all costs and Ushijima being who he was was definitely not going to approach you first when he believed he was right.

But Tendou could only handle so much of this stupid fight before trying to convince the two of you to make up.

But you said you’d only forgive him if he gave you your pills back and Ushijima said he wasn’t going to. So when Tendou got you to swear to Ushijima that you’d use them properly was he then able to sway Ushijima into giving them back.

So he did and you forgave him.

Of course there was still some resentment and animosity about the whole thing, but after a couple weeks things were back to normal more or less.

That was until that inevitable day approached.

You hadn’t come to class which wasn’t unusual because you liked to skip every once in a while, so Ushijima and Tendou didn’t think much of it at first.

That was until they overheard a conversation between two omegas not too far from them.

”The entire history hallway literally smells like omega.” The one girl complained.

”Really?” Her friend asked, “What happened.”

She shrugged, “Dunno. I think some omega went into heat, but my god is it strong. I think they locked themselves in a supply closet, there’s a group of as alphas just outside the door.”

”I feel kinda bad. We should tell someone to go help them. Do we know who the omega is?”

”Everyone’s pretty sure it’s (L/N) since the scent is pretty citrusy. Her roommate also told me she takes suppressants like they’re candy so it makes sense.”

Suddenly Ushijima had stood up. Tendou looked up at the alpha with a questioning gaze, but as he watched him just head straight for the door, a grin grew on his face as he knew where this was headed.

—

You were a mess as you hid away inside the supply closet. The heat had randomly hit you out of no where without a single warning. The most you were able to do was quickly lock yourself in the closet. And now you were left trembling in a curled up ball in the corner of the room.

You were hot everywhere and covered in a layer of sweat. Your chest rose and fell in breathy pants and the uncomfortable pool of wetness in your panties was getting really distracting.

And on top of all that, there was a group of alphas just outside calling out to you. You couldn’t make out what they were saying because of how overwhelmed you felt but their scents were definitely accelerating the heat.

And dread filled you at the thought of Ushijima being right. All four heats that you missed just hit you all at once.

This was the most helpless you’ve ever felt.

...Then you smelled it.

A scent far more overpowering than the alphas scents combined. And a scent you knew all to well. Heavy and woody— a scent that made your head spin and squeeze your legs together as a broken whimper left your throat.

The others had scattered in fear, soon leaving you alone with Ushijima Wakatoshi’s scent.

Ushijima walked in, easily breaking the lock. His gaze was intense as usual but there was also something else in his eyes as he found you curled up on the ground of the supply closet, in heat.

And even in the presence of an omega in a heat extreme as yours, Ushijima showed an incredible display over his instincts as he barely seemed bothered by it. The only thing that gave him away was how his breathing slowed, taking in deeper breaths as what was probably the prettiest and most mouth watering scent he ever smelled flooded his senses.

His presence commanded the area and the air reeked of his scent, and as tough as you were, even you fell weak to the presence of an alpha while in heat— and the so called alpha of alphas no less.

Your legs were squeezed tight as you buried your face in your knees, covering your nose from his scent.

”(L/N),” he said, voice deep and a touch of anger in it.

You whimpered, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

”Waka-kun,” your voice came out weak, broken, and muffled, it had even made Ushijima falter for a second, uneasy seeing you act so helpless. “I-I can’t— I can’t do this,” you shook your head, the tears running down your face now. “I-it’s barely even started and— and th-this feels worse than m-my worst heat.” You sniffled, body trembling and shaking now.

”I told you not to take those suppressants.”

A broken moan came out after hearing his rumbling voice and you squeezed your legs tighter— how embarrassing.

In truth, Ushijima greatly disliked seeing you like this, especially after developing such a fondness over the tough and fiery omega that used to drive him mad (and still does from time to time.) But there was still something he greatly enjoyed with seeing how submissive you were being in front of him— as long as he was the only one that got to see you like this. So what you said next, sparked something in him.

”D...do y-you know an a-alpha that... can help?” Your words were broken up with sobs and stifled moans.

And a strong sense of possessiveness washed over him at the thought of another alpha possibly aiding you through this heat.

”That won’t be necessary,” he spoke curtly, “Stand up,” he said, walking forward.

You clamped your hand tighter over your nose, suffocating on his scent, and you shook your head furiously, “I-I don’t know if I c-can—“

”Stand,” and there was no arguing with the Alpha tone in his voice, your body wouldn’t let you.

So on trembling knees you shakily stood up, holding your breath as you used the wall for support as you leaned against it.

Something wild was overtaking Ushijima’s senses at seeing how fragile and delicate you looked, and he stalked forward, eyes heavy with an intense gaze on you.

And he was now in front of you as you stared down at the ground, waiting for what he’d do next as you tried your best to stay composed by attempting to ignore his presence.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to cup your jaw, his other hand gripping your wrist to pull it away from your nose. And the absolute predatorial look in his eyes would’ve knocked you to your knees if the wall wasn’t there to support you.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, wiping a tear away. “From tonight onwards you’re mine.” He growled before lifting your jaw up further.

You moaned at that and quickly nodded, “I-I’m yours.”

”I don’t care if you always want to fight back as long as you understand that right now, I’m in charge.” He said as his thumb traced your bottom lip before tugging down on it. And the second after you nodded, he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

Your resolve immediately crumbled and you easily melted into the kiss, collapsing into him. A cry left your lips which was promptly swallowed by Ushijima. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you tried rutting against his thigh. But he quickly grabbed ahold of your hips, stilling you.

You whined into his mouth, “Please Waka-kun.”

”Patience,” he commanded, making you quickly shut your mouth. “I’m going to take care of you,” and with that he picked you up.

He walked with you in his arms through the deserted hallway, making his way towards the dormitories, specifically his.

And as he walked through the school building, classes having been just let out, he ignored the stares and stunned silence from his peers as they gawked at the sight of the Alpha of Shiratorizawa Academy walking with the little annoying omega of the school in his arms, who was clearly in heat.

But right now all that was on his mind was getting you back to his dorm safely so he could spend the next how ever many days fucking you until all you could possibly remember was his name.

Ushijima unlocked his dorm door, seeing an already grinning Tendou sitting upon his bed, “Well didn’t this work out nicely?” He teased.

”Tendou I need the—“

He raised his hands in surrender, “I know, I know,” he said getting up, his eyes landing on you for a second, “Definitely a sight I never thought I’d see,” he mused at seeing you so submissive in Ushijima’s arms, before practically singing, “Have fun~” on his way out.

Ushijima kicked the door shut before walking over to his bed and dropping you on it. You were sprawled out on your back, absolutely breathless.

His own breathing was beginning to become more and more labored as your heat was pushing him into a rut.

”You’re going to behave?” He asked.

You nodded, a mewl escaping your lips as you rubbed your thighs together.

”Use your words.”

”Y-yes alpha,” you managed to get out, a glint reaching his eye at the title.

”Good. Now....bare your neck.”

You scrambled to do as he said, and a slight smirk grazed his lips at the sight, a sense of pride, similar to when he won tournaments, washed over him.

You kneeled up on your knees, titling your head to the side for him.

He smiled, cupping the side of your face, before leaning down to mark you.

So yes, Ushijima would put up with your fiery attitude and need to go against everything everyone tells you to do, as long as he’d be the one to get to see you like this.

Because for the first time since he’s known you.

You were finally listening.

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pretty toes ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1741

request?: yes!

@gar-goyle “Can you write a fluffy smut about machine gun Kelly’s foot fetish and the reader?”

description: something as innocent as going barefoot in your house results in sweet words and love making

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(fair warning, i personally am not a fan of feet, so this imagine isn’t gonna focus too much on feet)

It was a rare event when Colson had more than a day off at a time. After releasing Tickets to my Downfall, Colson decided he wanted to take a lot of time off of work to focus on spending time with you and with Casie. The album had taken up so much of his time and energy that he rarely got to see his two favorite girls, and when he was able to see you two, he was usually drained.

On a night that you two actually had to yourselves, Colson suggested a relaxing night in watching movies. After a long week of work, you couldn’t have agreed more to anything that included the word “relaxing”.

You were both sat on the couch; Colson on one end, you on the other. You had your legs stretched out to be rested on his lap. You were in a pair of pajama pants and one of Colson’s shirts, so you had your socks off, leaving you barefoot.

At some point during the movie you were watching, Colson began running his fingers up and down your leg, spending a little extra time grazing over your feet. Eventually, he gave up pretending and just put both warm hands on your cold feet, beginning to give them a massage as he did so.

“Am I turning you on?” you teased, using the foot he wasn’t massaging to playfully kick him.

You knew all about Colson’s...love for feet, so to speak. You thought it was a joke at first, but soon came to learn that it was anything but. Colson had a thing for feet and, while it was still something you were getting used to, you couldn’t deny that you liked how much attention Colson would give your feet sometimes. Like in that moment, where he continued to massage your feet despite your teasing.

A small smile came across his face. “Of course you are. You and these pretty toes.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “They’re literally just on your lap. We’re just watching a movie. You’re being overdramatic.”

“How am I being overdramatic when you’re sat here looking like a fucking goddess?”

You shook your head at him. “I’m sat here in pajamas with my feet on your lap. I’m hardly a goddess. You’re just looking to get your dick wet so you’re trying to butter me up first.”

He chuckled at this, but your dirty words must’ve gotten to him as you could feel his bulge growing against your feet. He moved your feet so they were resting on the couch and knelt in front of you. You raised an eyebrow at him, feeling excited to see where this would be going.

“You are a goddess, no matter what you’re wearing,” he told you. “But especially when you’re wearing nothing.”

You giggled as his hands started trailing up your legs, stopping at the hem of your pajama pants. He looked up at you, waiting. You raised your hips so he could pull them down your legs and discard them somewhere on the living room floor. He ran his hands up and down your bare legs before lowering himself towards your feet again.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” he said. His warm breath brushed against your bare skin, causing you to shiver. “Even when you’re not trying. Especially when you’re not trying. You just radiate this natural beauty.”

He started kissing up your legs, giving both of them the same amount of attention each as he trailed his way up towards where you were starting to want him most. Your body was practically vibrating with anticipation.

As he got higher up, his hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing and lightly traced your bare skin. A moan slipped from your lips as his hands ran over your breasts, pausing for a moment to give your nipples a slight pinch.

He was teasing you. His mouth was kissing around your already soaking panties, but he wasn’t kissing the area you wanted most. You ran your fingers through his hair before trying to place him where you wanted him most. He looked up at you, mischief in his eyes, as he kept resisting and just kissed your thighs and stomach instead.

“You’re mean,” you said with a pout. “I wasn’t intentionally teasing you, you just decided I was.”

“You have a point,” he said. “I was just calling you a goddess, and now I’m teasing you for no reason. What kind of monster am I for doing that?”

Before you could respond, he quickly kissed your clothed clit, causing you to gasp. He smirked at you, and in one quick movement, he had pulled your panties down your legs. You repositioned yourself so he could comfortably lay between your legs.

The feeling of his tongue against you was like heaven. Your eyes immediately rolled into the back of your head in ecstasy. You grabbed at Colson’s hair, taking a handful of it and pushing his head slightly, trying to get him to go deeper.

His strokes were long and slow, sending a shiver up your spine every time his tongue connected with you. He was treating you like the goddess he kept saying you were, and you definitely weren’t complaining.

You whimpered as he pulled away. You tried to pull him back again, but he untangled your hand from his hair and kissed your stomach. Realizing what he was getting at, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You lowered your body to be laying down on the couch as he began to kiss up your stomach. He took your breasts in his mouth one at a time, giving them extra attention. You were starting to become needy and desperate to feel him inside of you, but you were enjoying the praise too.

His lips finally reached yours and he kissed you gently. He rested his body on top of yours and you could feel his bulge pressing against you through his sweatpants. You hands ran down his back and pulled at the hem of his pants. He smiled down at you as he sat up long enough to pull them off. His boner popped free and you felt a growing wetness between your legs.

He pumped himself a few times before he leaned down to kiss you again. You gasped as you felt him push himself into you, slowly filling you up. When he had pushed completely inside of you, he laid down on top of you again, his arms resting on either side of your head so he could keep himself up.

It had been a while since the two of you were able to have slow, passionate sex. With Colson’s busy schedule, or with Casie always looming around the corner, the sex that you had was usually rough and quick. You were always trying to finish fast, and you wouldn’t complain about that, but you did miss being able to just hold Colson close and to be able to take your time.

He lowered his head to yours and kissed you gently. He lightly traced your cheek with one hand as he pushed himself deep inside of you, then pulled out almost all the way and pushed himself back in again. He repeated the pattern over and over, driving you wild with his slow trusts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed in your ear as he started to kiss down your jawline and neck. “The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

You tried to say something back, but it was cut off with another moan as Colson’s hips met yours. He chuckled at your attempted response and began to suck on the sweet spot on your neck that he knew all too well on how to find.

His slow thrusts were driving you wild. Your body was beginning to shake as you started to near your climax. Your nails were clawing at Colson’s back, surely leaving marks that you currently didn’t care about.

“Are you close, princess?” he asked. You nodded in response. His teeth nipped at your ear as he told you, “Let me feel you cum around my cock.”

The words alone were enough to drive you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your climax hit hard. You called out Colson’s name in pleasure as he pushed himself deep inside of you, wanting to feel you cum on every inch of his hard cock.

When you had finally rode out yours, Colson began to thrust again. This time, they were fast and hard, causing you to let out screams of pleasure that echoed back to you in the empty house. You heard him grunt once before feeling him twitch inside you, followed by him filling you up as he hit his own climax.

You stayed tangled together for some time. Your vision was so clouded with lust that you felt like you could barley see anything. Colson was placing sweet kisses on your neck again as he came down from his own high. When you both felt like you were able to, Colson pushed himself off of you and got up from the couch. He passed you your clothes as you both began to dress again.

“That was...intense,” you commented, finally finding your voice again.

“In a good way?” Colson asked.

You giggled. “Of course in a good way. I don’t think there’s a bad way for sex to be intense.”

Colson chuckled as well. “You have a point. I just wanted you to know how much I love you and that I do think you’re a goddess, in all aspects of the word.”

“You tell me those things all the time,” you reminded him. “Although if your reminders are like that, I will take them whenever.”

He chuckled again before sitting next to you on the couch. You turned off the movie the two of you had completely forgotten about and decided to watch an episode of your favorite show together. You cuddled into Colson’s side and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll also walk around barefoot more often if it gets me those kinds of reminders,” you told him, looking down at your bare feet.

“Definitely won’t complain about seeing those pretty toes more often,” Colson agreed. You smiled up at him before settling into his side again.

I’m sorry it doesn’t actually focus much on his foot fetish at all :/ I hope you still liked it though!

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years ago

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Feel free to ignore if you're not interested in request/prompts. This popped into my head and I love your writing (the OT4 especially) so thought of you immediately. Consider: Duck and Indrid have been together a while, Barclay is a bud and occasional third. Stern enters the mix and the mantle falls to Duck to show him how to acclimate to and make the most out of a relationship with a sylph. Monstrous sexiness, curious wonder, and enthusiastic exploration abound. Thoughts? Again, no pressure

Here you go! I really liked this prompt!

Of all the things that could be waiting for Duck when he answers the door, Joseph Stern in his casual clothes with a black notebook pressed to his chest was low on the list.

The agent blushes slightly when their eyes meet; this is kind of funny, since the guy saw him in the buff four days ago.

For most of his life, Duck saw himself as a one-person guy. When he and Indrid started dating, he figured Indrid was that person. He knew Indrid and Barclay had fucked around in the past, which he mostly took as a sign that Barclay had good taste and that Indrid has, at some point, probably eaten meals that weren’t from foil packets.

When he asked his boyfriend if he ever missed fucking around with Bigfoot, Indrid poofed up and made the little chirr that means he’s embarrassed. It wasn’t until Duck pinned him down and growled at him to be honest that he admitted he’d been fantasizing about Barclay and Duck holding him down and using him until his feathers were a mess and his human form was thoroughly soaked in sweat.

How could Duck deny him that? Especially when it was Barclay, who Duck cares about and trusts, and who is clearly still a little enamored that a former court seer wants a commoner to fuck him.

When Barclay and Joe finally started dating, he and Indrid kind of figured that was the end of Barclay dropping into their bedroom. The cook practically glowed whenever Joe was in the room (not literally, which is what sometimes happens if he’s in the room with Aubrey when Dani walks in), and for a few months it was hard to get Joe’s attention if Barclay was within his sight.

Which is why even Indrid was surprised when the happy couple asked if they’d be into fooling around together. Indrid poofed up once again and Duck was forced to admit that he had checked Joe out more than once since he arrived in Kepler.

Duck is going to go out on a limb and assume it’s that arrangement that has the special agent standing on his doorstep in a Fouke Monster t-shirt.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you’d just gotten off work.”

Duck glances down, realizing he’s still in his undershirt and work pants, “Uh, well, I got home about an hour ago but I was, uh, doin’, uh chores? Sweep-ing and, uh, fuck. I started playin with Pinecone and got distracted.”

Joe smiles like a movie star, “A good use of time. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Duck steps aside and closes the door as Joe immediately takes off his shoes, “you want somethin’ to drink? I got Whiteclaw, water, Strawberry Fanta, and some of that iced tea Dani smuggled over for us from Sylvain.”

“I’ll take some tea, please.” Joe sits on the couch, taking in Duck’s decor, furniture, and stray clothes with mild curiosity.

Duck feels like he’s back in high school, having one of his nerdier classmates over to work on some project. He wonders what Joe was like then, if he was as put-together and confident as he is as a special agent. He wonders if, even back then, everyone called him by his last name instead of his first. He wonders if the guy was ever relaxed, or if he was digging his nails into his palms to hide his feelings all the way back in kindergarten.

“Kinda surprised you stopped by; figured you spent Barclay and ‘Drid’s date night, I dunno, doing those hunt a killer boxes or somethin.” He sets the ice tea and a whiteclaw on the coffee table.

Joe laughs politely, “I can’t. I get too annoyed when they include inaccuracies. Although Barclay did buy me an escape room simulator.”

“Hell yeah. Man, I gotta get back to Keymaster’s over in Huntington, see if anyone’s beat my and Juno’s record on the Zombie room.”

“Well, now I know what I’m doing the next time I go into the big city.” Joe winks.

“We could even double-date it if you want.” He sips the seltzer, “does it count as that if you’re all kinda datin’ each other?”

“Maybe group date is more accurate? I, um, that’s actually what I came here about. You know how you said you were surprised I hadn’t asked to have sex with Indrid while he was in his Sylph form? I, um, I haven't’ had it with Barclay in his, either. I was hoping you could help.”

“Like with positions or…”

“I don’t know how to have sex with a crytpid, Duck.” He opens the notebook to a bulleted list, “and I have so many questions.”

“No fuckin’ kiddin.”

“I know it’s ridiculous but I just…this is so new and it’s exciting and I like them both so much. I can’t stand the idea of fucking it up.”

“Uh…” Duck is working out the polite way to say he just sort of learned as he went, including the time he bit Indrid’s antenna and made him knock over a lamp with his wing.

“Like I said, it’s ridiculous. But it makes it easier for me to figure things out. And I figured I’d ask you instead of them because, well, you know what things about being with Sylphs are surprising or difficult for humans in a way that they might not.”

Duck shrugs, “I can help with that. Jesus” he giggles as Joe reveals a page that has a chart of of preferences, “do you do this when you fuck humans too?”

“Ideally, yes. My last few, um, encounters before Kepler didn’t really lend themselves to it.” The smile he shoots Duck isn’t ashamed; it’s disappointed. Like all the agent wanted was the chance to learn how to please his partner in exacting detail.

“Can I see ‘em?” Duck holds out his hand and Joe passes him the notebook. He scans the lists, looking for one that will let him learn as much about the agent as the agent will about him.

“I can answer this one right away: yeah, earth sex toys work just fine on Sylphs. C’mon, lemme show you something.” He leads Joe down the hall to the bedroom and grabs his toolbox from the closet. Everything in it is clean but it’s jumbled together enough it takes him a second to find what he needs.

“This is such a good idea.” Joe taps the side of the box, “I might have to steal it. Oh, oh this is nice.” He takes the dildo Duck hands him; it’s swirls of teal and silver made into a hollow shaft covered in small bumps.

“Got little eggs that fit in it too; ‘Drid went fuckin wild for it when I used it on him. Funny thing is, I don’t think mothpeople even lay eggs; he just likes the idea.”

“Fascinating. Wait, these aren’t safe for anal sex” he holds up the silicone egg.

“Never said it was anal.” Duck grins and Joe quickly jots a note under a bullet point.

“Do you think he’d like other, um, monster toys? I, I um, oh lord” he closes his eyes, “I bought myself a ‘monsterfucker subscription box’ to celebrate my last promotion and still have a bunch of the items.”

“Bet he would. Barclay might like ‘em too. Hell,” he lowers his voice slightly, “maybe I wanna bounce on one while I feel up those fuckin abs of yours.”

Joe blushes up to his ears and past his neckline, and then Duck can see the gears click into place behind his eyes.

“That’s good, because judging by your collection, I have a few things you’d love.”

“Mostly lovin the idea of you in a strap.” Duck leans back, hands behind his head.

“Really? Enough to let me do anything I wanted to?” He carefully sets the toy aside and crawls up to straddle Duck’s thighs.

“Hell yeah I would” Duck slides his hands under his shirt and the taller man moans, soft and surprised.

“Good, because if I’m using one on you, I’m doing it after you let me an hour or so to fucking worship this.” He grabs Duck’s thighs, then drags his hands up to his chest, groping his pecks as he bends to kiss his neck.

“Fuck, if this is how you flirt I don’t know how Barclay wasn’t in your room first night you were here.”

“Shyness and self-preservation.” Joe hesitates, then darts his head up to kiss Duck’s lips. When he tries to pull back, Duck cups the base of his skull.

“Nuh uh, darlin, you ain’t gettin away with just one. Not when it’s so damn good.”

Another little moan as Joe’s composure goes out the window. He pushes Duck against the bed, pawing his sides as Duck breaks the careful hold gel has on his hair. When the four of them fucked around in the past, Duck mostly held or restrained Joe so the others could have him. He cannot believe he passed up the chance to kiss the agent, and he’s sure as fuck not passing up anymore.

“You sure you wanna keep doin’ that?’ He dips his head to where they’re grinding on each other, “because if we do, we ain’t gettin back to your research any time soon.”

Joe glances over his shoulder, then back at Duck, “Right this second, all I want to learn about is you.”

“Now that’s some high fuckin praise.”

“What can I say? Indrid has excellent taste in men.” He pulls off his shirt, muscles taut and visible as he does, “now take off your pants, please.”

Duck doesn’t have to be asked twice.

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Notes on Human/Sylph Intimacy, Entry 5

With the exception of those with vampiric traits, Sylphs seem to all have a scent that triggers arousal. D says Pineapple works exceptionally well for moth-sylphs. I’m testing to make sure it’s not some element of D’s own pheromones combining with pineapple that IC is responding to. After that, I’ll experiment to see what B responds to.

Joseph finishes spreading the “tropical scent” sunscreen across his face and neck. He smells like a fresh-cut pineapple, a fact he hopes won’t attract too many insects.

The four of them are at the beach of a secluded lake deep in the national forest. Dating a park ranger has more than a few perks.

Indrid is spread out on a rock at the waters edge while Duck swims on his back, just as adorable and fuzzy as an otter. Barclay is on the towel next to Joseph’s, big wicker sun-hat pulled over his face. He was up until three last night dealing with a dishwasher issue and started snoring the moment he hit the teal fabric.

Joseph picks up his paperback. By the time he turns to page three, Indrid’s antenna are twitching. By page five, a mothman shaped shadow falls across him as Indrid kneels at his side. The fluff of his cheeks rubs against Joseph’s shoulder as he purrs, “you smell divine, pet.”

“Thank you.” His cleverness fails him as it always does when Indrid calls him that. “Mothman's pet” was a more frequent fantasy in his college years than he’s ready to admit.

Indrid’s red eyes narrow, “I know what you’re doing. So if you want to be a good pet, lay down and take off your shorts. You and my tongue are long overdue for an introduction.”

Addendum to Entry 5

I’ve eliminated several scents that I thought would work on B. Even IC wasn’t sure what would induce that reaction, and B offered to just tell me, but I enjoy the challenge. I have one more theory to test. B almost never cooks with strawberries if he can avoid it. When a recipe calls for it, all the windows are open or he makes someone else do the prep…

“Uh, babe, are you, uh, wearing a new” there’s a soft growl, “cologne or something?”

“No. Maybe you’re smelling this?” He holds up his new strawberry-mint chapstick.

“....You picked that flavor on purpose, didn’t you?”

Joseph tucks his hands into his front pockets, “Let’s just say I’m testing a theory.”

That’s all he gets out before Barclay grabs his tie and drags him into the storage closet.

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Notes on Human/Sylph intimacy, Entry 8

I need to buy a blindfold. How did the light difference between worlds never occur to me before?

“Yeah, Sylphs all got better night vision than humans do because Sylvain’s got that whole almost-twilight thing.” Duck rests his cheek on Joseph’s chest, five o’clock shadow scratching his skin.

“I wonder if that’s why so many cryptid sightings are at dawn, dusk, and night; if you can see fine in the dark, traveling then would keep you away from prying eyes.”

“Makes sense to me. Point is, if you want the lights on, you’re gonna have to be the one to ask because Sylphs don’t notice that much of a difference.”

“Noted.” Joseph tentatively rests his arms on Duck’s back.

Sex has never been something he struggled asking for. But after years of one-time, near-faceless trysts, he’s discovering he forgot how to ask for gentle touches before and after. Barclay asks for them constantly, and Indrid never passes up the chance to cuddle. But something about Duck is different. The ranger is human, could have easily been one of those same exchanges of time and pleasure where Joseph could never really be himself. The fact that he can takes some getting used to.

“So does that mean they find things like blindfolds more exciting because they spend less time without sight than we do?”

“I dunno. ‘Drid is kinda hard to blindfold when he’s a Sylph.” He kisses Joseph’s neck, “but if you find out it is, you better let me know, city boy.”

He squeezes Duck’s ass fondly, “Okay, country boy.”

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“Man, don’t think I’ve ever let anyone blindfold me like this. It was so fucking risky just to sleep in my Sylph form.”

“Should I take it off?”

“No fucking way, babe. Wanna see what you have planned. Plus, I trust you. Know my special agent will protect me.”

“Always.” Joseph murmurs, petting the auburn fur on Barclay’s torso before settling between his legs. His boyfriend's cock is thicker than a human’s when he’s like this, but on the shorter side. Barclay had apologized that it didn’t match the “bigfoot dick” Joseph bought years ago. Joseph had made his feelings on the matter clear by climbing into his lap and jerking him off until he howled.

He lowers his head, licking a stripe up the half-hard shaft, which instantly earns him claws in his hair.

“Fuck, babe, you’re a genius, that feels so fucking good when I can’t see it coming. Almost makes up for not being able to see you.”

He sucks lightly, “Does that make up for it?”

A huffed -out, pleased grunt, “Keep going and we’ll see.”

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“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just I’m…I’m kinda worried about him. I love how thorough he is but I don’t wanna, like, neglect what he needs because he’s so focused on making it good for everyone else.” Barclay taps on his coffee mug. He’s spending his Saturday off with Indrid and Duck. Joe is busy training the two new agents sent to monitor the gate in Kepler.

“While I believe him that research is his love language, I agree that he is devoting far more time to learning how to please us than letting us know how we can return the favor.” Indrid kicks his legs into Duck’s lap, “what do you think, sweet one? You are, after all, his guide to, ah, Sylph sexuality.”

“I’m gettin a kick outta it, and I think he is too. But, uh, has he fucked either of you full on when you’re sylphed-out?”

The others shake their heads.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I thought. I think he’s gettin up in his own head and thinks he’s gotta know every damn thing there is to know before he can do that with y’all. It’s like he’s worried-”

“That learning on the fly, as you say, would be dangerous. That we won’t want him if he isn’t automatically good.” Indrid’s eyebrows fly up his forehead, “oh dear.”

“That’s bullshit though, he’s gotta know that right?” Barclay frowns, brown eyes widening with worry.

“From a timeline where we ask him, no, no he does not. Or, rather, he knows that’s what any of us would say but struggles to believe it.”

“Aw jeez” Duck rubs the back of his neck, “if I’d known I mighta nudged him to get more, uh, hands-on instead of askin me about everythin. It was just so fun, not havin’ to hide how fun and weird it can be havin a Sylph in bed, and he got so into it–”

Indrid removes his glasses and pats his lap. When Duck sits in it, he drapes his wings around him, “None of that, sweetheart. It’s clear your conversations made you both happy, and I do think a great deal of good came from them. And you were plenty hands-on” He grins and licks Duck’s cheek.

“That’s it!” Barclay perks up, “I know what to do! Duck, you got a pen?”

“Top drawer on the right. Joe brought a pack of nice ones over because he kept burnin’ through mine.”

“He’s so thoughtful.” Barclay sighs.

Indrid’s smile widens, “Indeed. Which is why it’s high time we plan an afternoon of reciprocal research.”

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Joseph tucks his spare key to Duck’s place into his jacket as Indrid calls, “We’re in the bedroom” a moment before he asks.

The door is closed, and he can hear them laughing and whispering on the other side. All he has to do is turn the knob and join them. He’s opened doors to far more terrifying situations that his boyfriends offering to fuck him in their Sylph forms. So why won’t his goddamn fingers move?

He takes a deep breath, reminds himself for the hundredth time that his boyfriends have no reason to feign their affection for him, and opens the door.

“Hey, darlin.” Duck is leaning against his dresser as Indrid finishes cuffing Barclay to a chair. The ranger is in jeans and a tight, white t-shirt. Before Joseph can ask if it’s alright to drop to his knees and mouth at his belly through it, his boyfriend gestures to the bed, “get naked and get comfy.”

Once he’s down to his boxer briefs, Indrid removes his glasses and shakes out his feathers. Then he produces the blindfold and cocks his head, “May I, pet?”

“Yes.”

Indrid doesn’t move.

“Yes, please?”

“Much better.” The sylph steps before him, sliding the silk down across his eyes, “if we’re going to be instructing you, I expect you to have impeccable manners.”

“Holyshit.” He gasps as narrow claws stroke his cheeks and Indrid bends to rest their heads together.

“That’s it, pet. Relax. As long as you listen to us, you cannot go wrong. Or, rather, as long as you listen to Duck and, to a lesser degree, myself. Barclay will not be speaking until later.”

An emphatic, agreeable, “mmmhmmph” comes from the corner of the room.

“Since you are about to ask, yes, he’s enjoying this. And he has an excellent view of your rather sculpted ass.”

“Is he going to-”

“One thing at a time, darlin.” Duck joins him on the bed, “try’n stay in the moment as much as you can. We got you, and we’re gonna take real good care of you. Right big fella?”

Another “mmhhmph” from Barclay as the mattress sinks under Indrid’s weight.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, city boy: you’re gonna do what I say, when I say it, and nothin else. We covered plenty about how to fuck ‘Drid, but there’s some things you gotta really feel to understand.” the ranger shifts beside him, taking his hands, “like this.”

There’s a sharp trill as his fingers find a solid shaft peeking out through soft feathers. It’s velvety in his palm, and as it hardens and extends it undulates ever-so-slightly.

“Wow.” Joseph adjusts his free arm as Duck guides his other hand in slow, steady strokes; the cock comes halfway up his forearm.

“Yeah, that’s about how I felt the first time too.” The hands leave his own, only to dive past the fly of his underwear, teasing his dick with a chuckle, “okay sugar, he’s ready for you.”

Joseph yelps and laughs as four, clawed hands grab and tug him forward, tearing his boxer briefs to shreds in the process. Then his folds are parted by the rippling head of the cock and he moans at the new sensation.

There’s a low, hungry purr from beneath him, “Such a lovely pet, taking me so eagerly.” Claws caress his thighs and stomach, his own hands twitching in front of his hips because Duck hasn’t told him he can move them. The cock inside him can’t go any deeper, and the Sylph grips his hips.

“There, now I can keep you in position so I won’t thrust too deeply on accident. I’d hate to hurt my perfect pet. Especially when I intend to breed him.”

“Ohlord, Indrid” it comes out in a whine as the mothman trills a laugh.

“I read that check-list you filled out. You know, I don’t believe Duck ever told you, but Sylphs of Barclay’s kind enjoy a rather…creative dynamic if they’re a polycule.”

“Oh? OH! Shit, ohmygod” He groans as Indrid thrusts lazily in and out of him.

“They like to inspire jealousy; which is why I intend to tell Barclay exactly what I will do to you, how claimed you’ll be by the end of this that you’ll have no need for another.”

Joseph quiets his own breathing long enough for the low, unending growl to reach him.

“If he knows what is good for him, he will wait his turn. Now, sweet one, I believe you have something you’d like to demonstrate?”

“Hell yeah I do. You see, city boy, I left somethin out when we were talkin about sex toys.” There’s a buzz and Joseph braces for the vibrations on his dick. Instead, Indrid chirrs, delighted, and the rhythm of the ripples inside him change.

“Holy shit, it, it, ahhhnnjesuschrist, it responds to vibrations?”

“Far as we can tell. Here, lemme show my favorite.” There’s two quick clicks and then the tempo becomes a long buzz followed by two short ones. On the long sound, Indrid’s cock is like normal, but on the short ones it pulses outward, thickening for a second before retreating.

“OoOOOkay, I, I see why you like that” he’s starting to get giddy, like Indrid’s body is a cloud he could float away on.

“You take the reins, sugar. I got more to show this one. You doin’ okay, Barclay!”

An affirmative grunt interrupts the growl.

“Now” Duck takes Josephs hands, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles comfortingly, “I taught you about his antenna. But he’s got another spot that’s real fuckin sensitive.” He sets their joined hands in Indrid’s wings, close to his body. When they squeeze down, Indrid chirps and trills several words in Sylph.

“Yes! Mmmm, ohyes, good humans, nice humans, perfect humans, treating my wings so well.”

“Keep ‘em there.” Duck growls in his ear before retreating. Under the growls and trills, Joseph can just make out the sound of a human hand on slick skin.

“Glad Barclay isn’t the only one enjoying the show” he teases.

“Damn right he ain’t.”

“And that’s all he will be doing” Indrid changes the wand to a new tempo, “he had plenty of chances to do this to you when you first met, and he passed them by.”

A louder growl comes from the corner.

“Oh, hush. Just because it didn’t occur to you to breed him on sight doesn’t mean the, ohgoodness, the rest of us are so foolish.” His wings flutter under Joseph’s palms, “you’re a perfect little human and deserve to be treated as such.”

“You still okay, bud?”

Teeth tearing fabric, then, “Tell the little moth to get his dick out of my mate.”

Joseph tries not to laugh at how utterly wrecked Barclay sounds as Indrid chirps imperiously as replies, “I will do no such thing. He is mine. I am going to build him a beautiful nest and bring him flowers every day, make sure he is never cold or hungry or lonely again. And” the claws dig into his skin so hard it hurts, “I will make sure he stays so full of my spend that no one else will stand a chance of taking my place. Isn’t that right pet? You only let the best mate breed you, because that’s what you deserve.”

“Yes” he moans, then gasp as strangle cool cum spills into him, Indrid trilling about how good he is all the while.

“You’re gonna wanna brace yourself, Joe.” Duck must be by Indrid’s head, probably scratching his keel.

The snap behind him is wooden.

“Sorry man” Barclay’s fuzzy, huge palms roam over his ass, “I’ll get you a new chair once I’m done with these two.”

“No rush.”

Joseph is yanked off Indrid’s cock and shoved forward, Barclay pushing in all at once. He holds him down by his shoulders, grunting when he bottoms out.

“Shhhit” Joseph rests his cheek on Indrid’s downy chest, “ohmylord that feels much bigger that it does when I blow you.”

“Good” Barclay snaps his hips, “because I’m gonna show you why I’m your mate and I don’t want you forgetting it for a long. Fucking. Time.” He jerks his hips in time with his words, Joseph crying out as he pounds into him. It’s deliciously overwhelming and he never wants it to stop, wants to stay here, clinging to Indrid’s wings while Duck pets his hair, forever.

“As for you, little moth-”

There’s a high, surprised chirp as Barclay blankets Joseph with his body. It takes Joseph a moment to realize he’s biting the other Sylph hard enough to send feathers flying.

“AAAAHnnnnnyes, ohyes, yes you’ve made your point he’s all yours, breed him as much as you please-”

“Be quiet, baby.” Barclay bites down again and Indrid poofs up with arousal, chirping all the while.

“Duck? Mind helping me out?”

“On it. Guess this technically counts as a lesson, but Joe already knows how much ‘Drid likes suckin dick.”

Joseph nudges the blindfold up just enough to see Duck sitting on Indrid’s face, the Sylphs upper set of hands clinging to his incredible ass as he does.

“Fuck, fuck, babe I’m really fucking close.”

“Me too” his dick is rubbing against Indrid’s feathers which, combined with Barclay stretching him wide with every thrust, has his orgasm barreling towards him.

“See, I know just how to take care of you.” A tender kiss on the back of his neck, followed by the barest hint of teeth, “please babe, please say I’m your mate?”

“Yes, big guy. You’re my mate.”

There’s a howlgrowlpurr and Barclay cums, spilling so much into him that it drips down his thighs and onto Indrid’s stomach. His own orgasm roars through and suddenly he can’t tell which way is up, whose hands are on him, whose tongue is on his chest and whose lips are kissing his knuckles.

Furry hands lift the blindfold. Barclay is smiling brightly, peppers his face with kisses as he pulls him into a hug. There’s an “oof” as Duck rolls off Indrid, allowing the mothman to sit up and flex his wings.

“Everybody okay?” Barclay murmurs, petting Joseph’s back like he’s a spoiled dog in the sun.

“Yes”

“Uh huh”

“Very” Indrid retrieves his glasses, turning human, “now someone come cuddle me.”

Duck laughs, scooping him into his arms so they can all lay down together.

“Well, darlin, how’d you like our latest lesson?”

Joseph pushes his hair from his face, “It was perfect. But I think I could use a refresher tomorrow.”

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Chapter 31: Star Death Reality Show (XIV)

He did it!

He actually did it!

After running out of this corridor and reaching a safe corner, Qi Leren's flying heart finally fell back to his chest. He collapsed on the ground from how much he had been drained of all his strength, left only with the strength to pant.

Qi Leren had loaded the save file three times in a row just now, that is, he had done it for the first time since the Witchcraft Sacrifice task. He clearly remembered that the last time he had loaded it like this, he couldn’t stand at all afterwards. Today, however, he had loaded the file three times in a row in this extremely challenging high intensity, but he had still been able to burst out of that corridor of death with explosive force… This was not only a breakthrough in physical fitness.

Qi Leren looked at his hand with a hint of thoughtfulness.

Was it because Maria had given him the blessing of the holy light? Since then, although Chen Baiqi let him know every day that his limit was far higher than he imagined, his training days were limited and he couldn't have advanced by leaps and bounds to this extent, even entering the state of "breaking the shell" as described by Chen Baiqi.

In the last few seconds after the file had been loaded when he had run out of the corridor, he definitely broke through the limits of the human body. This was true for speed, agility, willpower, and judgment. Even now that he was out of danger, this breakthrough after exceeding the limit still benefited him greatly.

Qi Leren looked deep into the corridor, and under the faint light he could clearly see the details that he should not have been able to see—peeling walls, broken corners, scattered folders... He hadn't had such good night vision before.

The weakness of his body brought a strong sense of insecurity. Without the peeping eye of the camera, Qi Leren took out a strength potion and drank it steadily, waiting quietly for his body to adjust. His physique was much better now than before. Even if he was trained hellishly one day, he could always continue to exercise without the soreness of exhausted muscles the next day, which made Chen Baiqi very pleased. She had praised him for being much better than she had been, having the ghost-like appearance of a dead dog every day—Qi Leren felt that she was also pretty harsh towards herself.

After his physical strength was restored, Qi Leren stood up and continued to move forward, taking every step carefully.

The scope of this underground facility was huge, so it wasn’t clear whether it was an air defense facility or an underground research institute. However, from what he could see, it was not a particularly high-tech type of place, but rather it had the Soviet architectural style of the Cold War period. The most incredible thing was that this underground facility had electricity! When Qi Leren walked in front of a closed door and pressed the switch, the iron door would still open. It seems that after entering it, there is no detection system like the laser corridor.

What the hell was this place? Qi Leren, filled with doubts, carefully continued to move forward. This underground space was so large that there were even elevators leading levels deeper underground. Because he couldn't read the alien words, Qi Leren could only guess a little from the symbols. There were danger warning signs everywhere. He feared that this wasn’t an air defense facility, but more likely an underground military base built to prevent nuclear war.

However, when this door was opened, the pictures that appeared in front of him made Qi Leren forget his many speculations and affirmed his original expectation.

This was an underground research institute!

This room was as big as two basketball courts and thick pipes ran along all of the walls, ceilings, and floors, so it was impossible to tell where the light source came from. And in the middle of the room, countless column-shaped growth chambers were like rows of pillars, spreading before his eyes to the end of the room. Each growth chamber was connected with a pipe. In the time when they were used, this pipe provided them with oxygen and nutrient solutions. However, after the underground fortress was abandoned, the nutrient solutions became turbid liquid, and the things in the growth chambers had already died.

It was a scene that could only be seen in science fiction movies. Qi Leren was thinking about this as he approached a growth chamber. There was a mass of something in the dirty liquid. Considering that it had been abandoned for many years, there was no doubt that the creature inside was dead, but it had not rotted away.

What was in the growth chamber? Qi Leren took out his flashlight and wanted to take a look at the contents, but just at the moment when he took out the flashlight from his item bar, he heard a click.

Maybe he wouldn't have realized what it was before, but now, even if he heard it in his dreams, he would jump out of bed and fight back—it was the sound of a handgun’s safety being taken off!

Qi Leren flashed behind the growth chamber without thinking and squatted down. He took out the gun that Chen Baiqi gave him and held it in his hand. However, after a short thought, he decided not to launch an attack rashly, but asked aloud: "He Yi?"

"...Qi Leren?" He Yi's voice, which was horribly hoarse, came from behind another growth chamber.

Sure enough, it was He Yi!

Qi Leren put his hand holding the gun behind his back and slowly came out from behind the growth chamber, but did not dare to stray too far from his bunker: "What happened to you and Mark? Afterwards, I sneaked into Annie's house and found the attic in her house. I also found the pipe embedded in the wall leading to the basement. Is that how you came down here?"

He Yi, who was hiding behind the growth chamber, was silent for a while before he came out slowly.

He doesn't seem to be in a good state; his lips are chapped, and there were red burst vessels in his eyes. Instead of relaxing his vigilance, he continued to point his gun at Qi Leren and snapped: "Take your right hand out."

Qi Leren slowly stretched out his right hand from behind his back, but what was in his hand—the gun—had been quietly replaced by his knife. He wasn’t sure whether the invisible camera beside He Yi had been shut off, so he couldn't take out the gun that would be difficult to explain the source of, and he didn't need to use it—dealing with a weak opponent who didn’t know how to hold a gun properly, he didn't need his own gun at all.

With a ting, Qi Leren threw the knife to the ground. He raised his hand and showed a sincere expression: "What happened? You don’t look very good..."

"Don't talk, come over to me and follow my instructions." He Yi gave him a cold look, and his eyes were full of doubt.

"Okay, I'll do it. Don't be nervous. I mean no harm." Qi Leren walked slowly to stand before He Yi and took the initiative to show him the back of his head.

He felt the tension at this time; what had made him so shocked and frightened? After seeing this underground research institute, Qi Leren could vaguely guess: He Yi already knew about the octopus, and he knew that the octopus had parasitized this group of contestants. But at this moment, he couldn't be sure whether Qi Leren, who had suddenly appeared before his eyes, had been parasitized.

But he obviously didn't intend to kill him, otherwise he could have already done so. Did he have some means to detect whether he was infected or not?

He Yi's gun pointed at Qi Leren's head and he continued hoarsely: "Walk forward, go through this door, take the left corridor..."

The two people walked in tandem through the corridors in this maze-like underground research institute. He Yi, who had come here a few days earlier, was more familiar with the route than Qi Leren. He guided Qi Leren all the way to the third floor underground, and then stopped in front of a thick iron door.

"Press the switch to open the door."

Qi Leren did it, the door opened, and the room inside came into view. This was a room like a medical bay with some items that looked like medical instruments.

Qi Leren, who suddenly realized what sort of equipment it was, glanced at He Yi. He stood in front of a monitor and commanded Qi Leren to stand at the wall opposite him.

He Yi, this guy, wanted to confirm whether he had been parasitized, as Qi Leren has suspected.

A blue curtain of light swept over Qi Leren, and He Yi kept staring at the monitor, finally relieved.

But even after seeing this, the calm and even slightly superior temperament of old still did not return to him. He still looked very anxious, even though he tried to restrain himself: "Thank God, you’re not parasitized. Sorry, I shouldn't have pointed a gun at you before. I can explain the ins and outs to you. We’re in danger right now!

"It hatched, it actually... hatched! That monster that almost destroyed all intelligent life in the whole universe is now hidden among us. It’s already bred and is still breeding! According to their habits, it should be that the 'Genocide Day' where they break out and eliminate us all will be the fifth day!"

Today, it was already the fourth day.

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peter-pan-on-neverland · 4 years ago

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Opposites Attract

Request: hey may I request a one shot for your Peter Pan story if yes can you, use my real name (Zai) instead of Y/N if you please and can you have me pans total opposite like sweet, shy everything he would hate but in the end he falls for her and becomes really protective

Pairing: Pan x Zai

Warning: None

Part 2 >

It was so surreal, everything around me seemed to move in slow motion as if I were a character stuck inside of a movie, high pitched ringing pierced through my ears and stung my brain like a thousand tiny knives pricking it. An uncontrollable tremble grabbed a hold of my body refusing to let go, toying with my muscles as though I were nothing but a puppet on a string dancing for the demon that now had possession of my tiny frame.

The air was cold, so very cold, nipping and scratching at my fare skin as I silently sat on the leaf-covered floor. So many questions ran through my mind, too many to count, too many to keep ahold of. What was this dark place I had found myself in?

Dirt and pinecones filled my nostrils as I took heavy, deep breaths in and out, in and out, in and out.

A pair of eye's shot daggers at the back of my head, sending shivers to travel up and down my spine. The knotting in my stomach became apparent, growing tighter and higher by the second. I tried my hardest to fight off the fear which coursed through my veins and stole my heart, but I couldn't. There was no power in the world, no bribe was big enough, and no prize was worthy enough to get me to turn around and meet the eyes staring at me.

As time passed I felt more and more eyes creep up behind me, taking their place and just silently watching. That's when I heard them, footsteps, shuffling, whispers in the night running through to cold air from person to person, or perhaps from monster to monster.

"What have we got here boys?" A jovial voice sounded, too old to be a child's but it held the power and wisdom of a thousand lifetimes.

"We-we think it's a girl, Pan." Another said.

Pan, so that was the creature's name. In any normal circumstance, someone might jump for joy at the sign of another person, but this was no normal circumstance and the confirmation of other people only made my skin crawl. Every red flag was waving and alarm bell ringing, I was not safe, not one bit.

"She might be dead, or unconscious," Someone sounded, "she hasn't moved in a while."

Whoever this Pan was leant down close to me, so close I could feel his breath travel down the nape of my neck. He placed two gentle fingers on my pulse, paying for a second.

"She's not dead," He confirmed, "James and Dan set up a tent for her, Felix see if she has any wounds and take care f them if she does."

It was Clear Pan had authority over everyone else there as if he were some kind of mayor or leader, the boys named did nothing to displease him as their footsteps grew quieter and quieter.

"Where are you going, Pan?" A rather deep, husky voice spoke, curiosity dripping off every word yet he was confident in his ways. Maybe he was somewhere higher up on the food chain in this strange land that he had to power to question and possibly even disobey.

"To ask the shadows why they bought a bloody girl to the island." His tone had changed, sounding more aggravated than intrigued.

There were no other words exchanged between the two and I could feel myself being lifted off the cold ground, I felt weightless in the arms of this stranger that I was too afraid to look at.

Perhaps I would become a burden to the boy, but I had no energy left to think about that, I had no energy left to think about anything. I wanted nothing more than to drift off into a peaceful sleep but my body would not allow it for the danger had not yet passed, it kept trying to fight and fight but finally lost the battle and sleep had won out.

I woke up, my head pounding like there was no tomorrow. I found myself in a white tent, laying upon a mattress, only a thin blanket keeping the cold from consuming me. Swinging my legs over the side of the make-shift bed I walked towards the fabric flaps, sunlight poured into the room as I pulled them back, almost blinding me.

A tall figure hovered over me, blocking out the sun. For a split second, he looked like a dark, black giant but once my eyes adjusted I took a closer look at his face. Is pale blue eyes stared at mine for what seemed like a few minutes, becoming familiar with my brown ones. I noted down the scar that ran down his cheek, how did he get it?

"Pan," He called, "she's awake."

My eyes averted to the boy, who looked no older than seventeen, quickly stalking towards us. Panic flashed through my body enduring my paralyzed, there was nothing I could do but watch as they got closer and closer despite the urge of wanting to run and flee.

His eyes stood out to me the most, the vibrant green colour seemed to radiate off him, capturing and gaze and holding it there. This boy had power, that much was obvious, what scared me was how he used it. There's no doubt in my mind that he could mortally wound or even kill me if I looked at him the wrong way, the safest route is to be obedient otherwise I could end up dead.

"Follow me." He said sternly, I didn't dare speak, I didn't dare to even breathe I just nodded my head in his direction before silently following after him like a little lost puppy.

One step after another I felt more and more eyes scanning over my body, however, I would never meet anyone's gaze. I wouldn't dare give any of these people the satisfaction, after all, they still need to tell me how I got here in the first place. I felt like an animal caged up in the zoo, just a pretty and unusual thing for them to stare and gawk at, all the meanwhile missing my home.

A pain shot through my chest, a deep aching at the thought of my family and friends, at the thought of everything I had left behind.

"Sit." The leader spoke, snapping me from my thoughts.

I complied without any issues, placing myself onto the wooden stump poking its head out of the ground to say hello to the golden, glowing sun beaming down on everything below it. I hadn't noticed just how beautiful this place was in the day time, the lush green trees, the birds tweeting, the odd deer walking by before scattering and running off from the wild people whom they shared the land with.

I felt his strange green eyes watching me, finally, I had worked up enough courage to look into them. They were filled with wonder and amazement, much like a child seeing snow for the first time.

"You can start by telling me your name," The boy's thick British accent becoming prominent.

"Zai," I whispered, nearly audible but he heard it and so did the forest.

"Zai," He repeated as if he were testing out how my name sounded on his tongue, "Cute. Now, what are you doing on my island?"

Oh, so it was his island.

"I don't know," I said, my tone sickly sweet but the boy in front of me could tell I was being genuine.

"You're a strange one aren't you?" He claimed, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear an act that made my cheeks turn a deep shade of red as I desperately tried to hide my face from his view.

I should be afraid, I should be terrified, running for the hills and never looking back. There was danger behind those vibrant green orbs, so much danged but for some reason that only drew me in more. The very thing that should make me leave is the same exact thing compelling me to stay, how can that be?

I had never been one for diving into the deep end or taking risks, I liked to be in control of my fate and how everything played out, I know this boy could never give me security so why am I being pulled closer and closer t him?

He's attractive yes, as if he were chiseled by the God's themselves, but it's more than that, it's deeper than that. The risk, the excitement of it all is what drew me in and managed to hold me there. Maybe staying here wasn't as big of a heartache as I previously thought.

"Well I guess that's irrelevant, I'll be sending you home now." He announced.

"What makes you think I want to go home?" I asked, standing up defensively.

He raised a single eyebrow at me, the expression on his face caused me to shiver, "So you want to stay little one?"

I could feel a smile creeping its way onto my face at his words, "Perhaps to do, I could be of use to you,"

I desperately tried to come up with a list of jobs I could do just so he could let me stay, although I was still scared I had this feeling deep inside on me. Way down in my bones as if I were meant to be here as if my soul belonged here.

"I can cook." I blurted out.

Only to be met with a smirk, "My boys can cook too."

"I can clean," I said.

"So can my boys." The leader retaliated.

"Can they?" I asked, raising my eyebrow to him, mimicking his previous actions, he gave a low husky chuckle to my somewhat sassy comment.

"Oh, I'm sorry princess, is it not up to your standard?" The boy smirked in return, toying with me a little. He could sense when I was on edge, I knew he could, maybe a skill he had picked up in the years that he had been alive.

"Please, I'll do anything, anything you ask of me!" I pleaded, hoping and praying that he would allow me to reside here with him.

"It doesn't matter what you want." His demeanor suddenly turning nasty at the flip of a switch, the green eyed boy stalked closer and closer to me until my back had been pressed against a tree, leaning down he whispered, "I don't have girls on my island, you're weak I have no need for your kind."

I felt my blood being to boil, this misogynistic-

I held myself back from doing something that I regret, out of the fear that I could possibly end up dead at any second.

"Maybe they are where you're from," I said in a low yet innocent tone, my words sounding like a smooth lullaby slipping into his mind, "But I am different."

"Fine, I'll be interested to see how long you last around here." He stated, "I'll get Felix to show you around."

He took a few steps back, giving me the space that I craved. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in until now. Pan's comment not only sprinkled fear and dread into me once more but also seemed to excite me as if I had something to prove to these people. One thing was apparent, they were not people I wanted to play with or tourment. I was better off just seeing how this plays out and trying not to end up dead in the process.

Within the day I had circled around the island twice seeing all the beautiful sights and scenery as Felix, who is the second in command around here, told me what was what. His explanations were only met with a nod as I was far too shy and nervous to open my mouth around him or any of the boys for that matter. Luckily for me, Felix wasn't much of a talker either, we spent most of our little adventure in awkward silence.

The more I explored the more I wanted, no longed to stay here. The crystal blue seas, the majestic waterfalls, the tall towering trees, and the white sandy beaches. This place seemed like paradise, shame the people who inhabited it didn't radiate the same energy.

The once pale blue sky turn to a dark navy as tiny, white sparkling dots hang high in the sky, a roaring fire was situated in the middle of the camp the boys all sat around eating, laughing, and having a good time. They all seemed so happy, yet the damage behind their eyes was apparent, they all had the same look behind them.

I felt a presence sit down beside me, "Zai," they spoke, to which I said nothing. I didn't turn my head to look at the person whose voice I had heard not hours before.

Before I knew what was happening a hand was placed under my chin, forcing me to look in their direction, "It's not a wise idea to ignore me, little one."

"Sorry," I whispered, I knew he heard my faint words but I wasn't entirely sure they made that much of a difference.

"Funny, just hours ago we were having a perfectly fluent conversation and now you seem so shaken up you're hardly getting your words out, tell me, why is that?" He knew what he was doing, it was apparent, he knew he had the upper hand, he knew I was still scared.

I shrugged at their so-called king, not giving him the satisfaction he craved, he wanted me to squirm, but I wouldn't allow that to happen.

As the days went by my shyness didn't disappear or get easier, in fact, it seemed to get worse. I was on edge, especially around Pan, it wasn't hard to tell that the boy was ruthless.

It was hot, the sun beaming down on the island. We all slowly walk deeper and deeper into the forest the boys not only thankful for the shade but excited for the activities ahead. Pan had promised us a game of target practice, something that I had learned I was terrible at.

Silently, I watched from afar as the boys took turns shooting apples off one another head. Of course, there were many injuries but they loved the thrill of it. I got many stares, none of which I paid any attention to, but what riled me up the most were to comments.

"What's she even doing here?"

"Why would Pan allow a girl into the camp?"

"Look at her she wouldn't even hurt a fly."

"She doesn't have what it takes to be one of us, she's too sweet."

"I wish she would just go back to where she came from."

Biting my tongue, I tried not to let their words get to me. Sometimes I fantasize about those boys tied to a tree, no means of escape or survival, I would pull the arrow back tight, stretching the string of the bow before letting go. The arrow would soar through the air before landing deep into their skulls with a satisfying think, bullseye.

I could feel the wicked smile on my face grow as my heart became that little bit darker. What was wrong with me? I had never wished ill will upon anyone before, so why was I starting to know. Maybe it was the island, supplying me with anger as if it were some kind of git, some means for survival if in a wretched yet beautiful place.

Suddenly, everything stopped and silence grabbed hold of everyone around. My interest was peaked, I rose from my makeshift seat to see what was going on. There the leader of the lost boys had one of his very own pinned to a tree by an invisible force, choking and spluttering as his legs kicked and kicked.

I wasn't sure what had brought this on, but my gaze was held hostage by the scene unfolding before me, the boy begged and begged apologizing relentlessly, but none of that mattered to Pan. We all stood there and watched, some boys with tears in their eyes as their friend asked for mercy and was not given it, I almost felt bad for the boy until I had realized who it was.

Adam, the little ring leader of the group of boys who liked to push my buttons.

We all looked on as the light slowly left his eyes, his cold body slumped to the floor, no one dared to move.

"Fun's over boys," His powerful voice boomed, echoing all over the forest, "Get back to work."

One by one the boys went back to camp, they were shaken up, but not as bad as I was. I still felt a sense of remorse for the poor boy, but the more I reminded myself of all the things he said the sad about it I felt. I still wasn't able to take my eyes off his lifeless body until there was no one else around apart from Pan.

I looked up at him, but no words left my mouth, they were all choked up in my throat. The smirk on his face let me know he was proud of what he had accomplished a minute ago, what kind of a monster was he?

He left, leaving a wink as his parting gift to me.

A cold shiver ran down my spine, I didn't like what he had done and worst of all I didn't like how he had just made me feel.

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I hope you guys like part 1!!

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brokehorrorfan · 4 years ago

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Blu-ray Review: King Kong (1976)

The recent release of Godzilla vs. Kong revived the age-old debate about which giant monster is superior, but it's not exactly a fair fight when you consider their respective quantity of output. By the mid-1970s, Godzilla had already appeared in 15 films, while King Kong only had a mere four to his name: the 1933 original, its same-year sequel Son of Kong, the 1962 crossover King Kong vs. Godzilla, and its 1967 followup King Kong Escapes.

The first remake of King Kong arrived in 1976 at the behest of Italian producer Dino De Laurentiis (Dune, Flash Gordon, Army of Darkness). Lorenzo Semple Jr. (Flash Gordon) was hired to pen the script, based on James Ashmore Creelman and Ruth Rose's original screenplay, and John Guillermin (The Towering Inferno, Death on the Nile) assumed the director's chair. Richard H. Kline (Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Soylent Green) served as cinematographer, while John Barry (Dances with Wolves, Goldfinger) composed the score. The plot largely follows the same beats as the 1933 version, although some alterations and expansions were made along the way.

Hoping to sail into the history books with the biggest oil strike in history, oil magnate Fred Wilson (Charles Grodin, Midnight Run) leads an expedition to an undiscovered island in the Indian Ocean hidden by a perpetual fog. Paleontologist Jack Prescott (Jeff Bridges, The Big Lebowski) sneaks aboard the vessel, as he believes an animal occupies the island. In the middle of the ocean, the ship happens upon a life raft with struggling actress Dwan (Jessica Lange, American Horror Story), who quickly hits it off with Jack. Upon arriving at its destination, the crew discovers that the island is not uninhabited when they interrupt the native's ritual. The tribesmen proceed to kidnap Dwan and offer her as a sacrifice to the giant primate known as Kong.

The big reveal is impressive considering the limitations of the time. Per the closing title card, Kong was designed and engineered by Carlo Rambaldi (E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, Alien), who also constructed it with Glen Robinson (Logan's Run, Flash Gordon), with “special contributions” by Rick Baker (An American Werewolf in London, Men in Black). Since Rambaldi's attempt at a full-scale electronic Kong failed, however, the majority of creature work is accomplished with Baker in a costume with mechanized masks. It's fairly convincing as such, although the seams of the composite shots are clearly visible in high definition. Perhaps more than any other kaiju, it's important for Kong to be expressive, and this iteration successfully conveys pathos.

Semple's script drops the filmmaking angle from the original plot yet retains that the female lead is an aspiring actress and the human antagonist wants to exploit Kong on stage - which, smartly, becomes a corporate-branded event here. Kong only fights one monster on the island - a bloody battle with a giant snake - but his path of destruction in New York is much grander, rivaling and often upstaging the Godzilla films of the time. Instead of the Empire State Building, Kong is drawn to the then-new World Trade Center this time around, as the Twin Towers parallel his habitat, leading to his tragic downfall and a brilliant final image.

After Barbra Streisand passed on the role of Dwan, De Laurentiis sought to pluck an unknown actress from obscurity and make her a star. He did just that with Lange, who receives an "introducing" credit. It's easy to see why she won out over innumerable other aspiring actresses, as she radiates on camera, and her naivety works to the advantage of her character. Bridges is serviceable as the leading man and has good chemistry with Lange - but the film's focus is, rightly, on Kong and Dwan. Their bond is palpable, although the sexualization of their relationship is an odd choice.

While the supporting roles are largely one-dimensional, they're filled by a number of keen character actors: John Randolph (Christmas Vacation) as the ship's captain, Ed Lauter (Family Plot) as the first mate, Rene Auberjonois (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) as a geologist, Jack O'Halloran (Superman) and Julius Harris (Live and Let Die) as oil drillers, Dennis Fimple (House of 1000 Corpses) as a crew member, John Lone (The Last Emperor) as the cook, John Agar (Revenge of the Creature) as a city official, Walt Gorney (Friday the 13th) as a subway driver, and a young Corbin Bernsen (Psych) and Joe Piscopo (Saturday Night Live) as uncredited reporters.

King Kong has been released on Collector's Edition Blu-ray by Scream Factory with reversible artwork featuring a new design by Hugh Fleming and John Berkey's classic poster. The two-disc set includes the 134-minute theatrical version and the 182-minute TV cut, with its additional footage newly scanned in 2K from the internegative. (NBC paid De Laurentiis $19.5 million for two showings; the highest amount a network ever paid for a film at the time.) It features DTS-HD 5.1 and newly restored theatrical DTS-HD 2.0 stereo audio options.

This version of King Kong lacks the awe-inspiring spectacle of the three other major iterations (the 1933 original, Peter Jackson's 2005 remake, and 2017's Kong: Skull Island reboot), but it has moments of greatness that shine in high definition. De Laurentiis successfully spearheaded a sincere remake that shows reverence for the cinematic icon, and the theatrical cut is smoothly paced despite the lengthy runtime. The TV version doesn't fare as well, as it's padded by nearly an hour of additional footage (along with trims to the more crude sequences). They do little to add plot points, character depth, or anything else of potential value; instead they serve only to fill a programming block at the expense of the pacing. Still, it's nice to finally have a restored version for diehard fans.

King Kong: The History of a Movie Icon author Ray Morton provides a new audio commentary on the theatrical cut. It's very dry but full of information, especially when it comes to the drama between Rambaldi and Baker over the creature design. Having "outgrown the boundaries of a featurette," per disc producer Justin Beahm, an interview with Baker was turned into a second commentary. It's not as long as the whole film, which is fine, but it frustratingly forces the viewer to sit through gaps of the film's audio while awaiting the next soundbite rather than presenting it all in succession. It's unfortunate but worthwhile, as there's a lot of firsthand insight.

Beyond that, there are over 45 minutes of new video interviews with O’Halloran, assistant director David McGiffert, production manager Brian Frankish, sculptor Jack Varner, second unit director William Kronick, photographic effects assistant Barry Nolan, and production assistants Jeffrey Chernov and Scott Thaler. Most are conducted over video chat with mostly fine results (O’Halloran's picture quality is particularly bad), although a few are traditional on-camera pieces, and some subjects are paired together. They all seem proud of their contributions and happily share anecdotes about working on the massive production, even if the experiences weren't always positive.

Other special features on the first disc include the theatrical trailer, seven TV spots, three radio spots, and four still galleries (stills, posters and lobby cards, newspaper ads, and behind-the-scenes photos). The TV cut disc, meanwhile, sports an hour-long panel with Baker, O’Halloran, Kline, Dino De Laurentiis' widow Martha, and Barry's agent Richard Kraft, from a 2016 event at Santa Monica, CA's Aero Theater. Hosted by Morton, it's an entertaining and informative discussion.

King Kong is available on Collector’s Edition Blu-ray now via Scream Factory.

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Larger Than Life

In 1927, Albert Bertanzetti and his three-year-old son, William, were taking a stroll when they stopped to join a small crowd watching a film being shot on the streets of Los Angeles. During a break in the shoot, Albert suggested his son go show the director, Jules White, his little trick. So William toddled over to White and tugged on his pant leg. When he had White’s attention, William flipped over, went into a headstand and began spinning in circles. White was so taken with the trick he gave the young Bertanzetti a small uncredited role in the two-reel short, Wedded Blisters. Afterward, William earned a regular role in the popular Mickey McGuire series of shorts, where he played Mickey Rooney’s younger brother Billy. Taking prevailing anti-Italian sentiments into consideration, in the credits he was cited as “Billy Barty.”

Barty had been born in Millsboro, Pennsylvania in 1924, but when it was determined he had hay fever, Albert decided to move the family West, to the dry, clean air of Hollywood. Depending on how you look at it, hay fever was the least of Barty’s problems. Or maybe not, given how things worked out.

Apart from hay fever, Barty had also been born with cartilage–hair hypoplasia, a form of dwarfism. Being extremely small for his age at three (as an adult he stood three-foot-nine), when it came to early film roles he was almost exclusively relegated to playing diaper clad infants. It was a director’s dream—having an infant on set who could not only take direction, but could walk, run, talk and do tricks as well. As a result, along with the Mickey McGuire shorts, he played infants in everything from the all-star live action adaptation of Alice in Wonderland (1933) to Golddiggers of 1933 (1933) to Bride of Frankenstein (1935). In fact Barty, tiny as he was, would play diaper-clad infants until he hit puberty.

Over a career that would span seven decades, along with infants, Barty would play his share of elves, leprechauns, imps, Hobbits, trolls, assorted other fairy tale and fantasy characters, clowns, court jesters, pygmies, sideshow performers and mad scientist assistants. Ironically, for having appeared in over two hundred films and television shows, Barty did not appear in the three touchstones of American Dwarf-centric cinema: Tod Browning’s Freaks (1932), Sam Newfield’s The Terror of Tiny Town (1938), or Mervin LeRoy’s The Wizard of Oz (1939). No, although he would appear in the behind-the-scenes comedy Under the Rainbow (1981), contrary to the general assumption, Billy Barty was never an original Munchkin. There are reasons for this.

In 1932 when Browning was working on Freaks, Barty was only eight, he was not a professional carnival freak, and he was too busy with the Mickey McGuire shorts. And after the shorts’ seven-year run ended in 1934—two years before casting began on Tiny Town or The Wizard of Oz—Albert Bertanzetti, recognizing talent in all of his children, pulled Billy out of the movies and sent the whole family on the vaudeville circuit.

Now, 1935 was hardly the most opportune time to try and break into vaudeville. As an entertainment form it had been on life support for a decade already, with theaters either closing down or becoming movie palaces with performances, almost as a sad afterthought, taking place after that evening’s double feature had ended. Those performers who could were trying to break into pictures, and those who couldn’t were vanishing without a trace. Now here was Barty, who’d been working regularly in films for nearly ten years, trying to break into vaudeville. Nevertheless, Billy and Sisters, as they were touted, marched on, with a musical act featuring Barty’s sister Evelyn on piano and accordion, his other sister Dede playing violin, and Barty himself on drums. They all sang and danced a little, and the adolescent Barty told jokes and did impressions. In his later years he remembered the time fondly, mostly because it gave him a chance at that early age to see much of North America.

In 1942 Barty enrolled in college in Los Angeles and majored in journalism, hoping to become a sportswriter. While there, he joined the football and basketball teams, where he was both a novelty and a ringer. He also played second base on a semi-professional baseball team for a spell, where by his own account he was walked forty-five times.

Instead of pursuing work as a sports columnist after graduation, he returned to show business. Later he was quoted as saying, “You don’t see any little people doing newscasts, you don’t see any doing sports writing, you don’t see any sports announcing, you don’t see any coaches, but there are little people who are capable of doing these things, who have proven themselves.” You get the sense there was a little personal bitterness there, hinting he may have been forced back to Hollywood because that was the only place he could find work.

By 1947, now an adult with a gravelly but high-pitched voice, Barty sported a boxer’s face on a disproportionately large head. In many ways he resembled a diminutive William Demarest, and in many roles would adopt Demarest’s gruff but lovable demeanor. Shedding the diaper at last, he nevertheless picked up where he left off, playing assorted pygmies and leprechauns and elves, usually for cheap laughs.

In the early Fifties he became a regular member of Spike Jones musical comedy ensemble, The City Slickers, and was a big hit on Jones TV shows, where he became especially known for his slapstick, spot-on Liberace impression, and his ability to roll off his piano bench into a head spin, a trick which continued to serve him well.

Growing up, Barty said, he had no idea he was different, that his parents never told him there were things he couldn’t do because he was too short. By the time he was thirty, however, he’d come to learn the rest of the world was not quite as accepting as his parents. In 1957, Barty put out a call for little people from around the country to join him for a get together in Reno. Only twenty people showed up to that first convention, but it became the foundation for Little People of America, a support and advocacy group pushing for equitable treatment and civil rights for dwarfs, midgets and other people of unusually small stature. His aim was to ensure little people across the country would be treated fairly, would be able to get jobs, and would be granted the same accessibility rights afforded the normally-sized. It always struck me as a little odd that, for all his tireless efforts lobbying to normalize perceptions and treatment of little people throughout American culture, Barty, without much apparent gumption, would continue to take roles some might call demeaning, or at the very least helped cement those stereotypes he was fighting so hard to break. Perhaps to him it was simply paying work, it was showbiz, and he knew full well what his role was within that world. But the apparent ironic contrast between his activism and his work would lead to a public tiff in the Seventies with fellow small actor Hervé Villechaize of Fantasy Island. Barty, who’d appeared on the show, felt Villechaize was undercutting all his work when he said bluntly that people like him and Barty “were midgets, not actors.”

After the second annual Little People of America convention, Barty began courting Shirley Bolingbroke, a little person who had attended the meeting. When he proposed, however, she declined, telling him she was a devout Mormon, and so would never consider marrying anyone outside the faith. In 1962 Barty relented and converted to the church of Latter-day Saints, and the two were married. Although Mormon insiders and publicists have made a big deal of Barty’s enthusiastic True Believer status within LDS, it would be many years before he agreed to get baptized and receive full member status, and then only to participate in his son’s baptism.

Around the time of the marriage, as Barty was making regular TV appearances on various comedy and variety shows (including a recurring role on Peter Gunn), he also began hosting a weekday afternoon local kid’s show in Los Angeles which was called either Billy Barty’s Big Top or Billy Barty’s Big Show, depending on who’s doing the remembering. That stint may well have brought him to the attention of the sinister Sid and Marty Krofft, who in the late Sixties conscripted Barty to become a regular on several Krofft shows including H.R. Pufnstuf, The Bugaloos, and later Sigmund The Sea Monster, where he played the titular sea monster opposite Rip Taylor and aging child star Johnny Whittaker.

For all the low-brow antics and his uncredited roles in Elvis movies, it must be said Barty was always a compelling and charismatic screen presence, a, yes, larger than life character. In those few rare instances when he played roles that made no references at all to his height—like Abe Kusich, the shady drunken cockfighter in Day of the Locust or Ludwig, Rod Steiger’s sidekick in W.C. Fields and Me, he proved himself an electric onscreen presence who could dominate any scene.

(Just a quick aside, in 1980 Ralph Bakshi rotoscoped Barty to portray both Bilbo and Samwise Baggins in his animated version of Lord of the Rings. I wasn’t aware of that at the time, but thinking back on it now, the way both characters moved, it seems so obvious I was watching another Billy Barty performance.)

In 1975, around the same time he opened a Southern California roller rink he called “Billy Barty’s Roller Fantasy, Barty established The Billy Barty Foundation. As an adjunct to Little People of America, the Foundation aimed to provide practical assistance—money, adaptive equipment, etc.—to little people in need, particularly children. And after campaigning for George H.W. Bush during the 1988 presidential campaign, he sat on a panel of advisors working to hammer out the details of the Americans with Disabilities Act, which President Bush signed into law in 1990.

At the same time he was sitting on that panel, Barty was also producing, directing and starring in Short Ribs, a syndicated sketch comedy series featuring an all-dwarf cast including Patty Maloney, Jimmy Briscoe and Joe Gieb. The show, which was modeled after SCTV and SNL, only aired in the Los Angeles area and ran thirteen weeks. After the show went off the air, Barty was slapped with two lawsuits, one from the show’s co-producer William Winckler and one from the show’s co-writer Warren Taylor, both of whom claimed Barty owed them money. The suits ended up, inevitably, in small claims court. Barty lost both suits, and even though few people had ever heard of, let alone seen the show, news of Barty in small claims court was too much for reporters to resist, and the case received smirking national attention.

After the suits were settled, Barty continued to work, but a bit more sporadically. He had one-off roles on Frasier, Jack’s Place, and a few low-budget quickies, and seemed to be edging more into voice roles, providing characterizations for a Batman cartoon and The Rescuers Down Under, to name a couple. But he was still working until the end, when he ended up in the hospital with cardiopulmonary issues in late 2000. He died on December 23rd of that year at age 73.

In the late Eighties he told an interviewer, “I’ve never looked at acting as ‘Ahhh!’ and ‘Gee!’ I started in vaudeville when I was five and for me it was just walking on a stage and I’m gonna perform. Later on I was impressed by many things, like when I worked with Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas in Tough Guys. That was an ‘Ahhh!’ for me. When I look back, even today, I guess I can go ‘Ahhh!’ because I worked with Ruby Keeler and Dick Powell in Gold Diggers of 1933 when I was nine. Then they were just grown-ups on the stage. As I look back, I’m more awed now than I was when I was actually doing it.”

Those who knew and worked with Barty always recall what a joy it was, how kind and enthusiastic and funny he was, a real spark who could enliven even the most questionable production. I would never deny that. I’ve always loved and admired Barty, and have sat through countless godawful films and TV shows simply because he had a role, no matter how small.

That said, I do have to wonder if at the end, after all his decades of work fighting for the dignity of little people everywhere, he felt like a bit of a hypocrite for spending those same years and more cementing the stereotype in the American consciousness. I also wonder if he died still wishing he’d become a sportswriter for a Des Moines daily instead.

by Jim Knipfel

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years ago

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Stiles heard something somewhere.

Something about rising and falling into love. That you don’t ‘rise into love’ but you ‘fall into it’. There’s no moving upward, there’s no ‘head in the clouds’. There was just falling. Falling head over heels, taking that step off the edge of the cliff, accepting the impending doom of bottom where there’s no more rush of the drop.

The idea of the fall. God, what a cliche. But Stiles thought it had to start somewhere.

It wasn’t big like in the movies.

The first time Stiles realized he might be in love with Derek Hale, it was long after the fight with the latest monster of the week. Stiles had stayed in the back with Lydia, but he was always ready to move forward. To hell with Derek’s warning of “Don’t do anything stupid” because the moment the omega had clawed Derek across the back and the man’s roar had cut through the air, Stiles had nearly gone feral too.

But he didn't. Then Isaac ripped out the omega's throat, Scott rushed to Allison’s side, Lydia rushed to Jackson’s, and Stiles continued to stand on the sidelines, baseball bat held loosely in his hand. He watched Derek without thinking about it, eyes following as the man moved over to his own pack and carefully checked them up and down.

Gentle fingers traced over the back of Erica’s neck and combed through Isaac’s hair. Boyd had been hurt the worst of the three and Derek took some of his pain as the beta’s open wound stitched itself back together ever so slowly.

There were still bloody marks across Derek’s chest. His shirt was hanging on in tatters but he paid it no attention. Only when Boyd was climbing slowly to his feet, pulling Erica close, did Derek glance down at himself.

Then grey-green eyes snapped up to where Stiles stood. Derek’s eyes searched Stiles up and down and the man nodded quietly before turning away. Stiles swallowed hard and turned away too, plodding in the silence back toward his jeep. He wasn't even sure where Scott had gone.

The clearing was empty when he glanced back.

He probably should have expected the window to open up much later that night, but Stiles would like to say he never expected anything Derek Hale did. He startled so hard he nearly flailed out of bed and Derek froze, one leg inside Stiles’s bedroom and one still outside of it.

Stiles groaned, rubbing at his eyes.

“Dude, Sourwolf, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Stiles blinked a few times, pretty sure he’d heard that wrong. But then Derek carefully pulled himself all the way into the room and glanced at Stiles almost nervously, before leaning closer and taking a small sniff. His face did something weird.

“Scott hasn’t been here tonight.”

“Uh, no, dude. He went home with Allison, as usual. Is something up?”

“Scott should have checked in on you.”

Stiles looked at him for a long moment and then chuckled humorlessly, running a hand through his hair. “Hey, nothing against Scotty-boy, big guy, but I’m totally fine! See, one-hundred percent still in one piece. Trust me, if I’d been anything but, I would have been making a big fuss by now.”

Derek still didn’t look satisfied. In fact, he almost looked unsettled. Stiles decided this was way more than he’d expected tonight to go and he nervously picked at his covers. He was only sleeping in his boxers, dammit. And he’d decided to skip showering tonight.

“So, is there anything else I can do, or…?”

“No,” Derek said, stepping back. He still didn’t look content. “No, I’ll go.”

For a moment, there were a million different things on Stiles’s tongue. Like maybe he could call him back. Invite him downstairs for a late-night snack or something. But that was stupid, right? Derek had come here because… well, Stiles wasn’t sure exactly he'd come. But it wasn’t like Derek wanted to stick around.

The man still glanced back one more time. Then he nodded and ducked out of the window again.

And Stiles was left picking at his covers in the silence.

The first time Stiles showed up to Derek’s loft with a black eye and split lip, he was pretty sure the man was about to kill someone. The thing is, Stiles hadn’t actually expected to show up with a black eye and split lip, but then he pissed off the wrong hunters and ended up calling Scott a few times before giving up and dragging himself to Derek’s loft instead.

Stiles honestly thought the man was going to kill someone. And he was a little terrified that someone might end up being him.

Except, Derek didn’t seem upset about the hunters. He seemed upset about Stiles.

Stiles would like to say he knew what to do with that realization, but that would be a total lie. As Derek studied his face and growled, the betas watching silently from the couch, Stiles honestly had no idea what to do.

“Derek, dude, I’m fine. Really.”

Derek flat out ignored him, turning toward his betas. “Go track down the hunters and make sure they know not to step foot into Beacon Hills again. Understand?”

Boyd silently nodded, nudging the other two up. Carefully fingers ghosted over the back of Stiles’s neck as the betas left and the moment the door closed, Derek was turning toward the kitchen.

Stiles just stood there feeling like an idiot. Because this was the last thing he had expected. Ever.

“Derek, seriously. It's nothing bad. Like, at all.”

Derek came back out with an unimpressed expression on his face and a first aid kit in his hand. Stiles blinked at it, studying the man’s face, and then Derek pointed him toward the couch. Slowly, Stiles moved to comply.

“So, uh, a first aid kit?”

Derek’s face didn’t betray a thing. He sat Stiles down and then popped it open, pulling out a few cotton swabs and a container of something clear. Stiles smelled chemicals and winced.

“Oh no, that's gonna hurt. Seriously, dude, I’m fine.”

“Just stay still, Stiles.”

Normally, Stiles would probably agree to disagree and maybe make this as difficult for Derek as possible. But instead, he went still and found himself watching Derek work instead. The man looked far less angry and far more concerned, and Stiles didn’t know what to do with the pit in his stomach at that. Grey-green eyes searched Stiles’s face and Derek carefully reached forward.

“Where was Scott?”

This time, when Stiles winced, it was for a different reason. “I dunno. Out?”

“How did this happen?”

“I got jumped leaving the station a couple of hours ago,” Stiles said quietly. “But really, dude, it’s fine. I couldn’t get an answer from his phone so I figured I’d come here instead—”

“Not the hospital?”

“Dude, it’s a few bruises and cuts. I’m not going to the hospital for that.”

Derek clenched his jaw, eyes flashing, but didn’t protest that. Instead, he dabbed a damp cotton swap against Stiles’s check and looked a little angry again when Stiles flinched. But Stiles still didn’t think it was aimed at him. Which was… confusing, right?

Maybe he should have just taken care of this himself.

“Listen,” Stiles said, catching Derek’s wrist and starting to push himself up. “I have a first aid kit at home too. I didn’t mean— I should have gone there. I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening, dude.”

Derek blinked at him. Stiles tried to duck around the man but then Derek was pulling him back and sitting him right back down. Stiles stared dumbly at the man’s face.

“Dude—”

“Don’t call me dude.”

“Derek—”

“Just shut up, Stiles,” Derek said, although he sounded more exasperated than anything. “Shut up and let me take care of you.”

And oh. Stiles thought maybe he should say something else but he just closed his mouth and focused on the wall over Derek’s shoulder instead, trying not to shiver at every careful touch. Because this wasn’t a thing. He was totally not overthinking this.

This was Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski. It was pack stuff and that was all. Stiles swallowed hard and concentrated on the wall until Derek finally have him a soft look and announced himself done.

And then Stiles hightailed it out as fast as he could.

“I’m just saying,” Stiles said, gesturing his hands out uselessly. As if that would somehow help his argument. “Remember that one thing about orange and blue? Colors? T-shirts? All of that stuff? Well, maybe it makes a little more sense than it had three years ago now and—”

“Stiles,” Lydia said, cutting him off. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I do,” Jackson said, looking bored. Stiles startled, having nearly forgotten the asshole had been hanging around, and his heart thudded even harder when Jackson smirked. “Stilinski is in love with our Alpha.”

Stiles blinked once. Twice. Then he quickly shook his head. “I am not.”

“Oh my god,” Lydia said. “You are.”

“I am not!”

Jackson didn’t look impressed. “I can literally hear you lying, idiot.”

“Okay, that’s not fair! That’s not abiding by normal human rules. I call a sham. I call sham!”

“You can’t call a sham.”

“Yeah, well, I just did. Asshole.”

Jackson only rolled his eyes and pushed himself up, wandering back out of the kitchen. Stiles looked at Lydia pleadingly, as if she could somehow tell his idiotic brain to stop pining for grumpy-growly red-eyed werewolves, but Lydia just pursed her lips. She gave him a sympathetic look before standing too, following Jackson out.

Stiles sat in the silence feeling a little bit like an idiot. And since when did Jackson actually know or listen to him?

Then he heard the sound of the loft door opening, closing, and promptly cursed.

See, Stiles was pretty sure if his brain had decided to actively work against him, he could never come back to the loft again. Because Derek was so totally going to rip his throat out. Or his head off. Or maybe take one look at him, listen to his panicked beating heart, and decide that Stiles was officially kicked out of the pack.

Or something.

The point is… stiles wasn’t good at keeping things quiet. Or small. In high school, when he’d officially decided he was in love with Lydia Martin, he went to her house with a boombox. That hadn’t worked out well at all and Stiles was pretty sure things had just gone downhill from there.

So maybe, maybe, if he stayed far away from Derek Hale, he could go without embarrassing himself. Ever.

That all took a plunge off the nearest cliff when Derek came into the kitchen.

Stiles startled so hard, he almost fell off the stool. Derek paused, raising an eyebrow, and Stiles thought he would feel much safer if not for freaking werewolf super senses. That wasn’t safe at all. In fact, no part of this loft was safe at all right now.

A dozen things fell from his mouth as Stiles pushed himself up, grabbing his backpack and laptop, but then Derek was stepping in front of him before Stiles could escape out the door. The man looked confused.

“Stiles, what’s wrong with you?”

“Wrong with who? With me? Nothing’s wrong! Nothing’s wrong, ever, and I really need to get going.”

“Do you have somewhere to be?”

“No. I mean yes! I have many places to be. Many, many places.”

Derek actually looked concerned now and Stiles was certain that wasn’t good for anyone. He tried ducking around Derek again but the man stepped in front of every escape he tried to make. Stiles growled in frustration, giving the man a flat look, and meant to say something useful. Something like ‘get out of the freaking way, Sourwolf.’

But instead, all that came out was, “There’s this thing. The idea of the fall.”

Nope, that wasn’t right.

Derek gave him an odd look and Stiles cursed, trying to just manhandle his way by. But he was one-hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, and Derek was a werewolf. He’d never really had a chance.

Stiles still tried. And then somehow found himself backed up against the counter.

“Derek—”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Stiles said, looking anywhere but his face. Or chest. Or maybe just— “Nothing at all. Can I go, please?”

“Really, Stiles?”

“I just… Can we please pretend I never said that? Like, any of that. Like anything. Ever. In my life. I don’t know what you’re talking about Derek, I’m not in love with you!"

Oh. Nope. That wasn’t right either.

Derek straightened, looking at him with wide eyes, and Stiles kind of wished it was possible to melt into the floor. Instead, he just stared miserably at his feet and waited for the inevitable. The coming ‘get out of my loft’ that was bound to happen. Except, the inevitable never came.

Slowly, he glanced back up. And Derek didn’t look like anything but relieved.

“God, Stiles. Finally.”

Had he— Stiles had missed something. He’d missed so many things.

He was pretty sure he was staring with a mouth half-hanging open and Derek carefully pulled his backpack and laptop from his hands. Setting them aside, gentle hands moved to cup Stiles face and yup, he’d died. But then the man rolled his eyes and Stiles promptly realized he’d mumbled all of that out loud, clamping his mouth shut with a burning face.

"I didn't say anything."

“Yes, you did. And Stiles, you’re not dead.”

“Are you sure about that, big guy? Cause I might have died. I might be dead right now. Can this be heaven? Because I’d be so fine with this being heaven.”

“You’re not dead, Stiles.”

“Oh,” Stiles said, the words coming out squeaky. “I’m dreaming then?”

Derek shook his head, thumb brushing over Stiles’s cheek. And maybe this was a hallucination instead. Was it a possible hallucination?

“You tell me,” Derek said. “If this feels like a hallucination.”

Stiles blinked at him, brain stalling for a second. And then the man’s lips were on his own and Stiles’s brain logged fully offline. Stiles.exe had stopped working. Possibly for the next few hours or so. Possibly forever.

Because Derek Hale was kissing him. Derek Hale was kissing him and this was real. Stiles felt like the floor had opened up beneath his feet and he was falling.

There was something he’d heard once. Something about rising and falling into love. That you don’t ‘rise into love’ but you ‘fall into it’. There’s no moving upward, there’s no ‘head in the clouds’. There was just falling. Falling head over heels, taking that step off the edge of the cliff, accepting the impending doom of bottom where there’s no more rush of the drop.

There was just falling. The idea of the fall. Stiles thought it had to start somewhere.

And at the same time, he thought the bottom might not be so much of an impending doom. Not as much as realizing that maybe, maybe, Derek Hale was falling right alongside him.

God, what a cliche.

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Taste Your Beating Heart, Chapter Two (Taywhora) - Holtzmanns

Aurora had never really believed all the stories about monsters that her sister would tell her when she was little. She’d never been scared of horror movies, always snickering when others would be shrieking and covering their eyes in fear.

Up until now, she hadn’t believed any of it to have a vein of truth, anyway.

But now? Well, she often has Tayce in her kitchen sipping from a travel mug that smells just a smidge metallic. She’s noticed how Tayce’s fangs sometimes peek out when she’s excited about something, along with the red eyes that hide behind Tayce’s green contacts, the ones that kind of suit her face, in a way.

Truthfully, Tayce doesn’t match the description of monsters that she’d heard about when she was little.

AN: Thank you so much for the wonderful response on the first chapter! This verse didn’t feel like leaving my head anytime soon, so here’s 6k more of it. I’m not sure how much of a multichap this fic will be rather than loosely connected chapters in the same verse, but hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you to my number one Writ for betaing and helping me brainstorm/talk through plot points, also Pop for catching my North Americanisms and Ortega for checking over Lawrence dialogue I appreciate you all. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Up until now, she hadn’t believed any of it to have a vein of truth, anyway.

Truthfully, Tayce doesn’t match the description of monsters that she’d heard about when she was little.

It’s not as if Aurora’s blind. She’s seen Tayce come back from her hunts, how her clothes are spattered with blood that she sheds in a pile on the floor. She’s noticed the way the muscles ripple along Tayce’s arm when she reaches for something. The way Tayce’s glance on her sometimes lasts just a little bit too long, dropping from her eyes to her lips - no, lower than that.

To her neck.

But hey, if Tayce had plans to kill Aurora, she’d have done so already, right? Rather than getting to know what Aurora likes and dislikes and often walking her back from the studio late at night (‘to protect you from the monsters, of course,’ as if Tayce isn’t one herself), and picking up Maccies for her when she hasn’t eaten in hours because she’s going cross eyed while looking at her dress form.

Four months of knowing Tayce and nearly four months of…whatever this is between them, and Aurora’s still alive. Sadly. Still working away on her graduate collection, and she still has to complete all of the looks and plan direction for the show and figure out makeup and hair and-

Well, her heart’s beating fast enough from the stress of thinking about it that she knows she’s still living. Uni can’t be over quickly enough.

“Why’re you pouting at the sewing machine like it’s insulted your nan?”

Tayce is lying on the floor with her legs propped up on the wall, her face inquisitive, and Aurora raises her eyebrows at the position. Truth be told, Tayce moves quietly enough and Aurora’s been toiling away at the fabric in front of her for long enough that she hadn’t even noticed.

“Is that even comfortable?”

Tayce wiggles her legs in the air, reminiscent of a ladybird turned on its back. “Very. Though you’re pulling the vibe down with that grumpy face. Time to turn that frown upside down, baby.”

Aurora has to ignore how Tayce saying ‘baby’ makes her stomach flip, especially when Tayce probably peppers it into conversation with everybody. Doesn’t mean she’s special, even if they’re together. Are they?

“It’s five weeks until the show. I may die and decompose before getting all of this done in time.”

“Look at me. I’m four hundred and a bit and still fresh as a daisy. You’ll finish this all with time to spare. It’ll be lush!” Tayce murmurs as she comes up behind her, the hairs on the back of Aurora’s neck rising when Tayce leans down to wrap her arms around her from behind.

Aurora leans backwards into the hug, sighing. This whole collection would be a lot easier if the patterns and fabrics on the table front of her could just pull themselves together on their own. “Easy to keep from decomposing when you’re a vampire and all that, no?”

“I prefer the term creature of the night,” Tayce says, and although she’s behind her, Aurora can almost picture the mischievous grin on her face. “More dramatic.”

Aurora wrinkles her nose. “Aren’t those prostitutes?”

“Those are ladies of the night. Though I did dabble in that back in the twenties. Really droll, actually, taking all of money from men before-”

“Before you sucked them dry, yeah, yeah. You know, sometimes I forget how ancient you are, until you use words like ‘droll’ in actual conversation,” Aurora finishes, snorting when Tayce comes around to the other side of the table with an indignant expression.

“Oi, watch it, you hound,” Tayce sniffs, but there’s no vitriol in her statement, really. “Pfft, ancient. Please. If anything, I’m young as far as vampires go.”

“I’m sure you are - hold this up for a second,” Aurora hands the prototype garment she’s working on to Tayce, walking around the table to her side.

Now that Tayce is holding it up, the pleats really could fold a little bit nicer, maybe she’ll have to take it in around the waist a bit more…

“It really doesn’t bother you, does it?” Tayce’s question cuts through her thought process, and Aurora’s not sure why she looks so incredulous, why she’s shaking her head just a little.

“What doesn’t?”

“This. All of this.”

Tayce gestures to herself with a little more force than necessary because it shifts the draping of the garment, and so Aurora taps her shoulder as she tuts.

“Oi, stop moving. All of what? Your inability to stand still for longer than twenty seconds? Because you can’t.”

Tayce huffs, her eyebrows pushing together in a frown that Aurora doesn’t really understand. “No. This. I could kill you right now, if I wanted to. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t want to then, isn’t it?” Aurora shrugs as she folds over the hem of the garment, because really, what can she even say?

Aurora’s self preservation instincts aren’t the strongest, not when she’s fine with putting herself in danger more times than not. What does it even matter, in the end? She’s still here, alive and kicking, somehow. Still with her graduate collection hanging over her head.

If Tayce would just go and suck her blood, maybe she won’t have to finish it.

Maybe she has no idea what they’re doing with each other, but at least Tayce is better than her previous ex. Fucking wanker. Tayce hasn’t ever laid hands on her like how he used to, and she doesn’t put Aurora down the way he did, and really, Aurora’s standards aren’t high. She can put up with Tayce having fangs.

Why should it even matter?

But apparently to Tayce it does, from the way that she purses her lips. “You really have no self preservation instincts whatsoever.”

“It’s a good thing I’m pretty then, yeah?”

“You should, though, you know that, right? Any normal human would care about staying alive.”

Maybe Aurora should. But would she really miss out on much if she didn’t? Besides, if she’s going to die one day, going at Tayce’s mercy doesn’t seem like a bad way to go.

“What, would you rather I leave your four hundred year old self alone in a nursing home and make a run for it? I’m nicer to the elderly than that.”

“The cheek!”

“Y’know this is inevitable, right? Bound to happen sooner or later. I can’t not meet your flatmates and coven.”

Tayce’s groan is dramatic enough to be worthy of a BAFTA. “Yeah, but I can absolutely put it off for as long as possible.”

“Seems like it’s not exactly possible anymore, is it?” Aurora raises an eyebrow, snorting when Tayce slumps even lower on the couch. “Not everyday that someone has the chance to celebrate their four hundred and seventh birthday.”

Tayce huffs, her lower lip pushing out in a pout. “You make me sound more ancient than the pyramids.”

“All the more reason to celebrate another lap around the sun.”

“Ugh,” Tayce grumbles. “This dinner is going to be a right mess.”

“As long as neither of them eat me for dinner, we’re going to be just fine,” Aurora grins, but the joke is lost on Tayce, who bites at her lip.

“I dunno if this is really a good idea, especially since you’re human. Not sure how Cara’s going to react being in your presence, really…” Tayce trails off, tapping her fingers on the back of the couch. “She’s already made fun of me enough for falling for you instead of, y’know, actually going after you like any self respecting vampire would.”

“Who needs dignity when you can have me?” Aurora flips her hair over her shoulder as she leans back against the couch, and Tayce’s eye roll is accompanied with a smile.

It’s still strange for Aurora to think of how close she had been to death just a few months ago. When Tayce hadn’t been a constant presence in her life, instead hunting for blood, and not just hunting anyone, but…had almost gone after her.

Tayce had full intentions to kill her, at the time, suck her dry with her fangs and all. The very same girl who shrieks in excitement whenever she sees a puppy on the sidewalk, and secretly is a cuddler who loves being the little spoon.

Quite paradoxical.

But the fact remains that Tayce hadn’t killed her, back then. She’d let Aurora live, and not only that, she’d come home with her that second night and kept her up until morning until they were both gasping, sweaty messes in the sheets and Aurora was pleasantly sore the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that.

Not that sex is the only shared connection between them, not by a long shot, even though Tayce is the best sex she’s had in years, maybe ever, not that she’d tell her that. But Tayce is more than that - she’s a constant who grounds her and gets her out of her head when she’s anxious and makes her loosen up when she’s stressed out with uni work with five minute dance parties.

Tayce isn’t the only vampire in London, though, not when she has an entire coven of vampire friends that Aurora is yet to meet. Friends that could quite easily kill her as well.

She’s charmed one vampire enough to let her continue to live. What’s three more?

Aurora nudges Tayce’s side nonetheless. “Hey, look at me. It’ll be fine. Besides, didn’t you say one of them was a vegan or something? That’s one down, right?”

Tayce sighs, shuffling on the couch so that her head is on Aurora’s lap, and Aurora can’t resist running a hand through her hair. “Bimini’s easy peasy to please. The rest of them are going to be a challenge.”

“As long as you don’t let them stick a straw in my arm and drink me like a smoothie,” Aurora snickers, though Tayce’s expression is pained, a little crease between her eyebrows as she frowns.

“Not funny.”

“Hilarious, actually.”

Tayce hasn’t told Aurora much about her flatmates, aside from the fact that Cara is practically her sister, that Bimini was once a renaissance painter’s muse, and that Lawrence really, really hates London. Every time Aurora tries to press Tayce further she just shrugs, saying she’ll see soon enough.

“I’ve threatened them enough over the last week that they’ll be on their best behaviour. Not that their standards are very high,” Tayce snorts.

Aurora raises an eyebrow. “And yours are? You tried to drink milk straight from the carton last week.”

“I just wanted to see if it still tastes like crap! And update, it does, really nasty. Gave me indigestion,” Tayce shudders, her nose scrunching as she pats her stomach.

“Doesn’t everything give you indigestion if you’re only supposed to drink blood?”

“A girl likes to experiment every now and then. Only blood for centuries gets really boring,” Tayce shrugs, lifting herself up so that she’s sitting beside Aurora once more. “But back to the others. I won’t let them hurt you, alright? You’ll be safe and sound with me.”

Aurora’s not one to overly worry about herself but the words are reassuring, nonetheless. There’s something about Tayce that makes Aurora trust her - maybe it’s the sincerity in Tayce’s eyes, the way they shine under the light on the ceiling. Maybe it’s the way Tayce grabs her hand and rubs little circles with her thumb, as if to drive the point home with the soothing motions despite the coolness of her touch.

Maybe it’s the fact that a part of Aurora really, really wants to see what protective Tayce looks like.

Aurora doesn’t have to wait for long, with Tayce’s birthday rolling around only a few days later. She’s a bundle of nerves from the moment that she wakes up in the morning, because she’s going to Tayce’s place for the first time and meeting her friends as if the two of them are a thing and fuck, what if Tayce doesn’t like her gift? What is one even supposed to give a vampire that’s hundreds of years old?

Certainly not anything you can find at a shopping centre.

But Aurora’s gift for her is wrapped up in a little box, and Tayce has always commented about how she loves Aurora’s creations for uni. She’s tried to guess Tayce’s measurements, and maybe they won’t be exactly accurate because she’s going off of the times Tayce has tried on the mockup looks she’s created for her graduate collection.

But maybe Tayce will like it.

The door swings open only a millisecond after Aurora rings the doorbell, a breathless Tayce on the other side with eyes slightly more crazed than usual.

“Is she here-”

“She’s here!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, let her in already-”

“Shh-shh-shh!” Tayce hisses over her shoulder, and Aurora has to resist the urge to stand on her tiptoes to peek behind her. “You’re supposed to be calm, remember?”

The hushed whispers behind the door make Aurora’s heart beat just a little bit faster in the milliseconds before Tayce opens the door. What if Tayce’s friends won’t like her? What if they think she’s awful because she’s human, what if they get Tayce to hate her, too-

“Oi, move over there, Bims. Hello. Lawrence. Only took eighty three years to finally meet you.”

A girl with a purple ponytail shoves past Tayce, sticking her hand out as if she’s a salesman. Her touch is as cold as Tayce’s when Aurora shakes it, her fangs on full display as she grins. The fluffy cardigan draped over her shoulders muffles the frightening effect just a little, enough to keep Aurora’s heart from beating even faster.

A head of yellow hair ducks under Lawrence’s arm, before straightening up beside Aurora on the front doorstep. “She’s right. You must be a cracking human if Tayce is this shy about bringing you home.”

“I’m not shy-”

“Meeting the family is a big deal. But don’t worry, we don’t bite. Well, not yet, anyway,” a third voice booms, followed by a cackle from inside the hallway.

Tayce lets out a pained exhale, and Aurora would laugh if her insides weren’t currently twisted into a ball of nerves. “Welcome to the clownery.”

Aurora can sense Tayce at her heels as they walk further down the hallway, the dark walls and antique furniture lining the rooms looking straight out of a period piece. She can feel her hair prickling along the back of her neck the further and further they go, and the lounge that they reach feels a few degrees colder than the temperature outside. Aurora suppresses a shiver as Tayce grabs her hand.

Is this what the main characters in horror movies feel like as the suspenseful music builds in the background?

They stop walking once they reach a sitting room, the embellished furniture straight out of a museum. There’s a grand piano in the far corner of the room, and the part of Aurora that doesn’t want to run for the hills wonders if Tayce knows how to play. Tayce’s friends sit themselves down on a sofa lined with velvet, one that Aurora really wants to reach out and touch. They’re graceful in their movements, the slightest crossing of legs or tucking of hair behind the ears somehow delicate, despite their foghorn voices.

Tayce tugs on her arm, pulling her down to join her on the loveseat across from her friends, and Aurora doesn’t miss the way they’re practically pressed up against each other. Tayce’s index finger draws patterns on Aurora’s knee and while the smile on her face gives nothing away, Aurora can see the way her eyes are darting around the room.

Aurora herself is close to fainting on the spot, that’s for certain, from the way that Tayce’s friends are looking at her. Yeah, their styles are rather eccentric and Bimini is most definitely wearing a poncho with a belt tied around the middle, but their looks are piercing. Not a soothing sight either when their eyes are bright red.

“I feel like I’m meeting the parents,” Aurora gets out, because she’s great at small talk, a master socializer. Absolutely about to win the three of them over.

“Feel like? You are,” the girl with the long ponytail is deadpan, and Aurora can’t help but gulp. So much for getting them to like her. “So, what are your intentions with our daughter?”

“You’re gonna fucking make her piss herself before she even has a chance to catch her breath, Cara,” Lawrence snorts, and Aurora wants to deny it, really, except for the fact that her hands are shaking just a bit.

Is it the fact that she’s in a house full of vampires, or a house full of new people to get to know? Aurora’s not quite sure. Hopefully they haven’t noticed her fear, if they’re even capable of smelling it. Maybe they’re not ones for going after easy pickings.

Bimini leans forward towards her, the fabric of her poncho rustling against the sofa. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t eat you. Fresh blood isn’t my thing.”

The vegan one. Or as far vegan as vampires can get, Aurora supposes, though it still does calm her beating heart just a little.

“So I’ve heard,” Aurora squeaks, though Lawrence and Cara’s faces morph into twin indignant expressions.

“Who says that we’ll be the ones to eat her? Absolutely no faith in us!”

“We have manners. Sometimes, at least. Besides, sucking your blood wouldn’t be worth it because it would make Tayce incredibly grumpy,” Cara snickers, nudging Lawrence’s side.

Lawrence’s grin is as mischievous as it is a little spooky, her fangs glinting under the light of the chandelier overhead. “She’s smitten, y’know. Truly smitten. With a human, of all creatures. No offense, of course.”

Part of Aurora wants to ask what’s wrong with being human, before catching herself. She doesn’t really need a visual demonstration to find out.

“None taken,” Aurora raises an eyebrow but there’s more important matters to think about, especially when Lawrence has gone and said that Tayce is smitten and when she looks over, she swears she can see a dust of pink along Tayce’s cheeks.

She’s never seen Tayce look shy before.

Lawrence, for her part, scoots forward on the couch, as if she’s been waiting to talk to Aurora about the subject for weeks. “We didn’t even have to meet you to know she’s head over heels for you. The girl won’t shut her mouth whenever she comes home, babbling on about oh, Aurora’s in fashion school, did you know, oh, Aurora and I went for a walk in the moonlight and I held her little hand-”

“Lawrence, one more word and I’ll rip your head clean off-”

“-as I was saying,” Lawrence continues, albeit a bit louder to drown out Tayce’s protests, “nothing to worry about with the three of us. You’re Tayce’s boo-thang, so you can stay alive for now.”

“Now where did you go and learn that word from?” Bimini asks, a genuine curiosity in their eyes as Tayce lets out a groan.

“Cara, obviously.”

“You lot are embarrassing. C’mon, Aurora, we’re leaving,” Tayce snorts, grabbing Aurora’s hand, and the chorus of objections from the couch is immediate.

“This is your house, idiot-”

“It’s your birthday dinner-”

“I like them,” Aurora hides a giggle behind her hand as Tayce rubs her own temples. “They’re as bonkers as you are.”

Tayce’s nose scrunches as she makes a face. “Who says I’m bonkers?”

It’s cute, though, the way Tayce is hiding a smile behind the exasperation lining her features. Her attachment to her friends is clear as day, and not something that Aurora is used to seeing. She’s had trouble finding a solid group of friends in uni, which isn’t the biggest shock on the planet considering how cutthroat the fashion industry is. Still, seeing the genuine affection as they tease each other tugs on Aurora’s chest for what she could have had in school.

Lawrence’s knowing expression, however, is enough to distract Aurora from the sense of longing that’s beginning to build, and she holds up a finger, pointing between her and Tayce. “Now this? I like this. Good vibes. Some tension.”

“We’re already together, you twit,” Tayce snorts. “There’s really not much investigating to do, is there?”

Together. Tayce has gone and said that they’re together. Together. Not that they’ve discussed it, really, but Tayce has told her closest friends that they’re together and Aurora really hopes that no one else has noticed the little gasp she’s let out under her breath, the smile she has to press her lips together to keep from revealing.

Aurora knows that they need to talk about it because they haven’t yet, not when they’ve fallen into an easy pattern that doesn’t make much sense to anyone looking at them from the outside, but they’ll do that eventually. They’ll figure it out. Aurora’s much less scared of the prospect now, knowing where Tayce stands.

She’s okay with them being considered together.

“You take the excitement out of everything,” Lawrence pouts, sticking her tongue out at Tayce as Bimini pats her shoulder.

“Speaking of excitement, you could really go and give Ellie a call, couldn’t you?” Tayce shoots back, and Lawrence’s eyes bug out of her skull almost comically.

“Who’s Ellie?”

Aurora can’t keep herself from asking the question, not when Lawrence is blustering over her words and Cara and Bimini have matching grins. Tayce has a smirk on her face as she clicks her tongue, shooting a pointed look towards Lawrence before she answers.

“Ellie’s her wife. And how long has it been exactly since you’ve seen her, Lawrence?”

“None of your bloody beeswax, is how long,” Lawrence mumbles, crossing her arms. “All hearsay, isn’t it?”

Bimini leans forward, a knowing look on their face. “The two of them got into an argument in the forties over who had to do the washing and Lawrence has been overstaying her welcome here ever since.”

“Dunno why I’m even staying here. Fucking hate London.”

“Wait. Since the nineteen forties?” Aurora can’t help the disbelief in her voice. “You haven’t been home in eighty years?”

Christ. Eighty years away from someone because of an argument? And here Aurora gets tired when her water takes too long to boil. She’s good at holding grudges, sure, but eighty years seems a tad overkill.

Lawrence shrugs, the unfazed expression on her face echoed on Tayce and Cara and Bimini. “S’about thirty seconds when you’re immortal. I’d hurry home if Ellie would go on and apologize, but she hasn’t. Stubborn woman.”

“Remind me, how do we know again that it’s not you who messed up? What if you’ve been the one who’s supposed to apologize to her this whole time?” Cara’s knowing grin makes it clear to Aurora that this is a conversation they’ve had many times before.

“I’d know if I’ve done something wrong, wouldn’t I?” Lawrence huffs. “Besides, I apologized last time.”

“For the old hens that they are, you’d think they’d get over their little bickering sessions a little bit quicker than they do, wouldn’t you?” Tayce murmurs into Aurora’s ear, and the tickle of her breath on her neck makes Aurora shiver.

“Well enough about me, isn’t it?” Lawrence stands up faster than Aurora sees her move, waltzing towards the doorway. “Isn’t this supposed to be a dinner?”

Aurora’s eyes widen as she shoots a glance at Tayce, who’s pressing her lips together to hide a smile. If Aurora’s honest with herself, she thought they wouldn’t be actually eating because, well…

Everyone else can’t, right?

“Why do you look like you’re about to faint?” Tayce asks, a hand on Aurora’s knee before she even has to say anything.

“I thought…I might’ve…”

“You ate already, didn’t you?” Cara’s knowing voice is filled with mirth and Aurora’s not sure why until-

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Here I thought I’d finally have the chance to taste test my risotto with a human. D’you know how hard it is with vampires who don’t eat human food? Hm? And instead you already ate,” Lawrence’s grumbles from down the hall are interspersed with the clanging of pots, and Aurora looks at Tayce with a panic.

“You didn’t tell me there would be actual food!”

“Don’t be too alarmed by Lawrence’s yammering. She’d only decided on a whim earlier today that she wanted to break out the pots and pans for this shindig, anyway,” Bimini shrugs, as Aurora follows them and Cara towards the kitchen, Tayce just a step behind her.

“Lawrence is the only reason we still have a kitchen. I’ve been saying that this place could be spiced up by something more exciting, but no,” Cara grins, hopping onto one of the stools at the counter. “Lawrence likes to experiment, eat none of what she makes, and instead gives it to the elderly couple next door.”

“I’m Marge’s favourite for a reason, babes,” Lawrence calls out, stirring the risotto at the stove. “That and being a fellow Glaswegian, we’re better off sticking together.”

“Why don’t you get Marge to try your risotto, then?” Tayce points out, and Lawrence’s head shake is immediate.

“The woman hates rice. She’s too picky for her own good, that’s why I was excited for us to finally have a guest over.”

“I’d be happy to try a bite,” Aurora gets out before she can psych herself out of not saying anything.

Tayce turns towards her, a sympathetic look on her face. “Only if you want, don’t feel like you have to so that Lawrence is happy-”

Lawrence lets out a cheer that makes Aurora jump. “Excellent! Knew you’d come around.”

Aurora wants, no, needs them to like her. They’re Tayce’s friends, they’re important in her life and who’s to say their opinion can’t change Tayce’s mind about spending time with her? Aurora’s never been the best at getting a group of people to like her, when in school all she really did was clash with people that felt threatened by her. But Bimini, Cara, and Lawrence look at ease in the kitchen, casual conversation flowing in between them rather than the judgment that Aurora is used to being on the receiving end of.

Good to know she hasn’t mucked up anything yet.

Tayce walks her home that evening, their fingers brushing against each other for a couple blocks until Tayce grabs her hand outright. When Aurora looks over she’s smiling, pride decorating her features.

“Charmed them. Knew you would.”

“If I remember correctly, it was you who was more worried, not me,” Aurora points out, letting out a little squeak when Tayce swings their interlocked hands with gusto.

“Nah,” Tayce shrugs, “wasn’t worried about you. More so about the three stooges making absolute fools of themselves.”

“I liked them,” Aurora murmurs, looking down at the container of risotto tucked under her arm that Lawrence had insisted she take home. “They were all so nice.”

She doesn’t mean to let the marvel show through in her voice but she can’t help it, not when she thinks about the evening. Tayce’s friends, her coven, really, had all the reason to dislike her, being human and a new face and Aurora’s used to having to put guards up at first, when meeting new people.

But Cara and Bimini and Lawrence were as carefree and silly as Tayce is, and somehow even Cara’s story about hunting a man and cornering him behind an Aldi’s was charming, despite the fact that it made Aurora shudder a little. But hey, as long as it’s not her on the receiving end of Cara’s bite, she’s fine, right?

“They liked you, too.” Tayce, for her part, doesn’t sound surprised at all. “It’s a good thing I made them all go for a snack before dinner, isn’t it?”

“Are you saying they went to hunt before I came over so that they wouldn’t want to kill me?” Aurora yelps, and she can feel the little goosebumps that are rising on her arms.

It makes sense, when she thinks about it. They’re vampires, not humans. But still.

It makes the blood in her veins pump just a little bit faster.

“Bimini had an extra capri sun. I mean, a blood bag,” Tayce snorts, and Aurora lets out a weak laugh at the joke.

If they ever hang out with Tayce’s coven as a group again, she’s going to make sure that Tayce always reminds them to eat beforehand.

“Do you have to do that before seeing me?” Aurora can’t help the question as they reach her flat, rifling through her bag to find her keys.

Tayce, though, looks unfazed as she shrugs. “Used to. Humans smell good. You smell good.”

“Oh,” Aurora gulps. She’s not sure if she wants to hear more of the answer.

But Tayce’s eyes soften. “But that’s easily ignored. Besides, I like having you around. Drinking your blood would mean that I wouldn’t get to hear your uni tales or see your creations or hear about your day or have a cwtch on the couch with you while we watch movies. That choice is more than easy. So I don’t really have to pre anymore, ‘cause the fun of spending time with you outweighs any hunger by a long shot.”

“That’s sweet. I think?” Aurora’s not sure, not really, not when there’s no handbook on spending time with a killer.

It would be nice to know what to do. To balance the moral seesaw of knowing Tayce hunts humans, not often, but every now and then at least, along with the fear and thrill of knowing she was almost on the receiving end of it. Tayce’s company is comforting and terrifying all at once, a balance of driving a little too fast on the motorway while listening to soft, calming music. She’s a juxtaposition of calming Aurora’s insecurities while speeding her heart up a little bit too fast at the same time. It’s exhilarating yet confusing for Aurora’s brain to try and piece together, though she supposes she doesn’t necessarily have to. At least, not now, while climbing the stairs to her floor.

“I got you something,” Aurora starts as she unlocks her front door, ignoring the way the butterflies start to rise in her chest.

She’s waited until the end of the night to give Tayce her present just so that she could give it to her in private, not in front of her friends. If Tayce is disappointed, at least it won’t be as humiliating.

Hopefully she likes it.

“A present? A birthday present for little old me?” Tayce exclaims, jumping in place, and Christ, it’s never not adorable to Aurora how easily excitable she is.

“Well, it’s not my great aunt Pat’s birthday today, is it? It’s yours,” Aurora grins, following Tayce further into the flat.

Her studio sized space feels as big as a walk in wardrobe but it’s better than having shitty flatmates, like the girl she shared a place with during the last school year. Aurora’s never going to be able to look at lasagna the same way again, not after one had decomposed in their fridge when the girl had been too lazy to throw out her own leftovers. No, she likes having her own space. One that Tayce can spend time in with her, too.

Tayce reaches the gift box waiting on the counter before Aurora’s finished taking off her coat, eagerly tugging on the ribbons and wrapping paper and pushing the box open and-

“My god. It’s beautiful. You made this? I mean, obviously you made this, s’not going to be pulled off the rack at Selfridges, that’s for sure,” Tayce’s eyes are wide as they dart over the dress, the fabric pooling over her hands like liquid.

“D’you like it?” Maybe Aurora sounds a little too vulnerable, and maybe she doesn’t have to be, when Tayce scurries over to the full length mirror hanging on the closet door to hold the dress up.

“Like it? Are you joking? It’s brilliant. You’re brilliant. I’m never going to take it off and Cara’s going to have to confiscate it eventually to send it to the dry cleaners.”

Aurora can’t help the thrill that lights up her insides, despite the way her nose wrinkles because of the end of Tayce’s statement. She’d been worried, while stitching the dress, that maybe going for such a present would be too much too soon, when they’ve only been doing whatever this is for four-ish months. That maybe Tayce would be freaked out by a custom present so early when they haven’t even talked about what they are, and that perhaps it would be better to stick to something like a box of chocolates.

Not that Tayce can have chocolate. A fact that had helped the decision making process, really.

Tayce is wiggling out of her trousers and top before Aurora can say anything, stepping into the dress and…wow.

The pale fabric clings to Tayce’s figure perfectly, and Aurora’s glad she went for the full sleeves and the deep v neckline because it works perfectly with the cinching at the waist. The dress had looked okay on the dressform but on Tayce it looks almost ethereal, fuck, she’s ethereal.

“You’re going to catch flies if you keep staring,” Tayce’s comment is wry but there’s a delight in her eyes that Aurora catches, a little smile on her lips.

Aurora ignores the blush rising on her cheeks in favour of letting her eyes drag down Tayce’s form yet again. “You’re stunning, fuck. Can’t help it.”

“Who, me? You think so?” Tayce spins in place and Aurora has to resist the urge to bracket her hands on her waist, follow the curve of her hips.

“Well, now you’re just fishing for compliments,” Aurora smiles despite herself, her breath catching when Tayce takes a step closer to her.

Now would be the perfect time to ask, maybe broach the conversation a bit and ask what they are. See if Tayce has a plan because Aurora absolutely doesn’t, not when there’s no literature out there on dating someone who’s immortal.

Are they even dating? The two of them had skipped straight to sex and added cuddles into the mix rather than talking about it first. And as thrilling as it is, part of Aurora’s brain, the part that likes to nag, still wants to know, so that she can classify what they’re doing into a nice little box. There has to be a definition for charming a vampire into being her friend that she spends time in the sheets with and hand makes birthday presents for, right?

Tayce has a mischievous smile on her face, the kind where she’s trying to hide the upward curve of her lips but failing and where her eyes are sparkling bright. Maybe this good mood and post gift high is the time to bring it up, when her walls are already down.

“I…” Aurora has full intentions of continuing her sentence but Tayce is walking her back towards the bed, and oh, the backs of her thighs are hitting the mattress and Tayce is looking mighty proud of herself.

“I think someone deserves a thank you, don’t you?” Tayce grins, licking her lips and the sight in itself is almost mesmerizing. “I’d send a card, but that’s a little boring.”

“No card. We can skip that step,” Aurora breathes out milliseconds before Tayce nudges her back onto the bed, hiking the dress up around her thighs.

She sends a thank you to her past self for putting a slit in the front, keeping Tayce from accidentally ripping it with her movements. It would be a shame for the dress to fall apart in the first hour of Tayce wearing it.

Not that Tayce is going to keep it on for long, from the way she’s already leaning over Aurora, wasting no time in pressing a kiss to the column of her neck.

Really, Aurora can wait until another time to ask Tayce about what they are. She has more important things to think about, like Tayce’s fingers running through her hair and oh, the tug near her scalp that makes her inadvertently let out a moan and makes Tayce grin.

Yeah, there are prevalent things to focus on for now. No one’s ever said that Aurora doesn’t have her priorities straight.

AN: The dress Aurora creates for Tayce in this chapter is basically the one from this ig video. Gotta love real life inspiration! Find me at @plastiquetiaras on tumblr.

Tags: lesbian au, a'whora, tayce, druk, vampire au, taste your beating heart, holtzmanns

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