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Launch

And so, with a flourish that any impartial spectator would call middling at best, the new ship was christened. At the top of its mast there perched something that neither the MC nor the Admiral nor any other attendant on the event -- captain, crew, press, the minor scientists who had been granted access -- could identify.

"This is the name of the ship," declared the MC. "I will now bestow upon it a name of your own making." He took a box from the Admiral.

"And what shall it be, then?" said the Admiral. "A name that shall be known to all, and passed down to the generations of the future?"

"Yes," said the MC.

"What sort of name, then?" said the Admiral.

"Let me see," said the MC. "Choose one -- how about a word from the mouth of one of your founding fathers?"

"Well, if you must have it," said the Admiral.

The MC's eyes scanned the list of admiral's names. The MC's head was in the papers all the time. He knew everything.

"Here," said the MC, pointing.

The name the Admiral selected was a great one. It had the honor of having been spoken not only by one of the ship's founders, but by the creator of the ship itself. It was a name so great that, though it was known to all, it could not be spoken. The word for it was lost to time.

"It is not lost to me," said the MC. "I speak it daily."

"I will hear it then," said the Admiral.

M. C. Escher

The name that had been chosen was engraved upon a tablet, which the Admiral presented to the MC, who tucked it into his own pocket, where it had company. The name had been chosen. The ship was ready for launch.

The ship rose. It rose with a great shudder, from the clasping bowels of the moon. Its ghostly light surrounded it, growing and receding as it rose, a pink-tinged wave against a purplish crescent. It moved upwards in response to the gravitational prodding of the moon, rather than the hull's great engines. Perhaps a part of the naming ceremony had been delayed until after launch, so that the ship's construction could help it rise. It took an hour to reach escape velocity.

The MC looked out the viewing port and upwards, past the shells of the moon's rocket jets, through the air, to the black sky. There was no light out there at all, not a trace of earthshine. He opened a window in the viewing port, and found an airy moonlit place high above. He knew that such a place was nowhere to be had, not in the moons' realm; it was a figment, made only for the purpose of looking out and up, to behold the deep black of interstellar space and the glowing body of the star; to see the star beckon, way out there, as the poet had said, and to imagine oneself bounding off into the heavens, until one could imagine no more.

Through the viewing port, the Admiral could see him. The Admiral spoke, and the MC responded. They had a conversation.

"I used to have an imaginary friend," said the Admiral. "His name was Mortal Will. He used to argue with me sometimes."

"It's nice that you have an imaginary friend," said the MC.

There was a protracted pause. No imagination was required to envision a constellation of things, and the MC was now a pro at it.

The Admiral said: "He's all alone now."

"Alone?" said the MC.

"Oh, yes," said the Admiral, "I sent him away. I was trying to make him more strong."

Another pause.

"Of course he never was, in the first place," said the Admiral, "I sent him away. I am a giant child, and I love giant children."

"You don't love me."

"Yes, of course I do," said the Admiral.

The Admiral spoke again. "You are going to be so very alone," said the Admiral.

"Alone?" said the MC. "Why? What about the others? What about others? I have met others."

"You will not meet them again," said the Admiral. "This is an old game, and it is not for you. Nor is it for your peers."

The Admiral looked up, through the viewing port. It was dark out there, almost unimaginable.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" said the Admiral. "Do you want to be forced into the telephone? Into the crypt? The whole game can be found in the catechism, you know."

"You won't understand the game," said the Admiral. "Your mind is not capable of it. You may know what the names of the houses are, but you don't know the first thing about gambling."

"Why can't the others see it?" said the MC. "Why can't they know? I can see it. I just want to know what happened. I just want to know the truth. I just want to see it, and then I'll be quiet. I promise."

"You just want to have your hand on the mouth of something that doesn't want it to be there," said the Admiral. "It won't make you any happier. Better to pull your hand away and go to sleep."

The MC was silent. He watched the star, which had been growing in size. He did not feel like sleeping. He looked out and up and was filled with great joy. He could see the star! He could see it so clearly, like no star he had ever seen, and like nothing he could have imagined.

"We are in an excellent position," said the Admiral. "Our destination is close by. We do not have much further to go."

Another pause.

"Some of the others got there ahead of us," said the Admiral, "but they are not here to see."

"Do you miss them?" said the MC.

Heavy pauses.

"The others, like you, had been chosen by the Court," said the Admiral. "But then they betrayed the Court. They took their mouths and their places and went where they would. They made themselves careless of the Court's rules. In the end, they cheated themselves. They went through the one and only door, and by the time they were done they were left with nothing but a mirage."

The Admiral spoke again.

"They cheated the Court, which had shown them nothing but love," said the Admiral.

"They betrayed their future," said the Admiral. "And when we met, I made them cheat it again. But I had been cheated too."

"And so they cheated themselves," said the Admiral.

"Yes," said the MC.

"I wish I could explain to you," said the Admiral. "But it's much too late for that. Instead I will tell you this -- one of the best things you can do is to love the other ones.

"Love your in-house true self. Love your second self. Lust for the third self. Gaze on the fourth self with jealousy, or nausea, and pray that your future self will remain jealous or nauseous. Think of your fifth self. Protect your true self from your planetary self, whose thousand eyes are all trained on you from above. Wish that you could have access to your parental self, although it knows so little.

"You will never meet your 1000th self, so you should pray that you will be able to spend the rest of your life wondering whether it is your shadow or an angel or a bear or an ant. You will never meet your large and spectral other, and that is the best thing that could happen to anyone. You will never meet your forlorn and helpless self, your real self, or your eyes, which you think of when you stare into the starlight, and even if you should meet your true self, by then you will have become the true self.

"And while you are doing all this, ask yourself this -- why are you here? What are you doing? And then, if you're not careful, if you keep scratching where it itches, and licking your wounds, you will be left with nothing."

The Admiral was silent.

"M. C. Escher," said the Admiral after some time.

"Yes

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How BNHA guys pose in thirst traps

NSFW Content Ahead!

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• eventually he'll just crack and pull it out of his pants to show you and caption it "come help."

Amajiki Tamaki

• as self conscious as the aforementioned is, it'll never beat tamaki's levels of anxiety

• so, you get a top-down shot of his lap, his cock at half-mast and pitching an outline that basically shows everything.

• usually, he sends these while driving home from work, so he'll caption it "stuck in traffic"

• if you're lucky, he'll send a video of him palming himself through his shorts as well

Bakugou Katsuki

• ughh he's so boring! totally another mirror selfie!

• he either sends when he's just about to get in the shower, pulling his boxer briefs down so you can see his pubes and the base of his cock, or when he's just out of the shower, draped in a towel, dripping.

• no caption

• sometimes when it's hot out, you'll get a picture of his lower half, only in boxers as he watches tv. shows his bulge off nicely

Kaminari Denki

• like, every single thing he sends you is a thirst trap

• he'll be telling you a story absentmindedly on front facing camera, shirtless(he's always shirtless), and just be palming himself, force of habit

• denki just yaps away as he barely notices himself growing harder

• he really doesn't do "thirst traps" or even dick pics. It's either his absentminded sexiness or a full-on jerkoff video...solicited, of course.

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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Imagine being Bakugou’s stylist at his Calvin Klein campaign and he’s just staring at you intensely while you’re making last minute touches to his outfit✨

Thinking about big, gruff Pro-Hero Dynamight who takes care of his appearance enough to be presentable but not enough for this campaign.

You’re trying not to stare at his fat tits as you go to work with the shaver, trimming down the blond hairs that scatter against his pectorals. Feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you map out the scars that marr his pale skin. Shaping him up as you move towards his happy trail. The wispy hairs disappearing beneath the grey sweatpants he’s wearing before he changes into his Calvin’s for the shoot.

A stoic expression on his face as he watches you prepare him for the shoot, wondering why his PR team even had the audacity to sign him up for this. He was a Pro-Hero, his job was to save lives, not to make the public thirsty for him… and yet this was piped to be his best endorsement yet. Resting his chin in his palm as he watched you work on his physique.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup,” You mumble out as you bend down to shape the hairs that dip beneath his sweats, your face dangerously close to his crotch.

“Don’t need this shit anyway.” He mutters back, but complies as he moves his hand away from his face, letting it rest on the arm of the chair so dangerously close to your shoulder.

“I know,” You smile up at him, “it’s to help the cameras.”

He smirks back at your response as he continues to silently watch you get him ready for the shoot. The rest of the room rushing about, his agent talking loudly over the phone in the background but it’s as though you’re both in your own little world. Trying desperately to calm himself down and not get a hard on when you’re millimetres from his crotch, trying to ignore the flurry of illicit thoughts that now sit at the forefront of his mind as his vermilion eyes focus on your pouty lips.

“Take these off,” You break him out of his thoughts as he quirks a brow, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as his cock throbs at half-mast.

“What?” Bakugou rasps.

“For the shoot.” You smile, giving the soft material a tug as you motion him to go towards the set.

The moment he pulls them down your eyes are straight to his muscular thighs, almost bursting out of the black Calvin’s that hug his body. He was built like a Greek god no wonder he was signed for the shoot. You shamelessly watch his ass as he walks towards the cameras. Half listening to the photographer as he occasionally glances towards you.

You’re on call to patch up his foundation, or fix something that the cameras picked up on throughout the shoot. Trying to ignore his teasing of “enjoying the show?” Or “how do I look, hah?” Throughout the shoot. By the end of it you’re certain you need a fresh pair of panties your clit throbbing from the view. After the shoot he’s got you in his sights again, stepping towards you as he towers over you with ease.

“You ain’t just gonna put this shit on me and not help me take it off.” He speaks gruffly to you after the shoot and you’re immediate thoughts go to taking off the Calvin’s that are squeezing his bottom half, a smirk on his face as he knows exactly where your filthy mind went as he walks back towards his dressing room.

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #Bakugou thirst

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bakugotrashpanda · 4 years ago

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Longing Chapter 12

Bakugou x Fem!Reader » Pro Hero, Single Parent, Teacher Reader » Word Count: 2679

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!!: Next two chapters will be angsty

Bakugou gets an unexpected guest.

With winter break over, and the new year started, you and Bakugou fall into a comfortable routine; go to work, go to his house together, eat, spend time as a couple, and go to bed. Bakugou also takes you out on dates in public which is an adventure on its own. You find more often than not that you’re at his house rather than your apartment. There’s even half of a dresser set aside just for your clothes.

Most of the time, the three of you take Bakugou’s truck home from school, but today, you have an all-staff meeting. With a late-February snowfall, and more predicted to come that evening, you send them on their way so they can get home while the roads are somewhat clear. You’d be fine walking.

Unfortunately, your meeting ran longer than expected. The walk to the Bakugou household is refreshing. Cold, winter air wakes you up and encourages you to walk faster. The sidewalks and streets have been plowed, but you take every opportunity to step in the snow and hear it crunch beneath your feet. Maybe you could make a snowman with Nariko this weekend? Or you could see what her quirk does in the snow? With Bakugou’s quirk, he needs sweat to make his explosions, but you don’t know if that holds true for Nariko too.

Maybe we can play in the snow and watch movies after. That would be fun.

Rounding the corner, you spy the familiar house, your second home away from home – the first being your classroom. The roof is covered in an undisturbed blanket of snow. Sporadic flakes fall, and you’re glad you made it before the next wave of the snowstorm comes in.

Bakugou stands on the porch, and you raise a hand to wave at him, but a woman with long black hair steps out next to him. Who is she? Bakugou crosses his arms and stares off into the distance. The woman puts her hand on his shoulder and smiles, almost lovingly at him.

It takes you off guard and you activate your quirk. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. Both of their heart beats are heavy and fast.

You see her lips move, but the sound is swallowed by the silence of the falling snow. She leans up and places a kiss on his cheek. You swear you can hear your heart shattering. It’s like a punch to the gut. You wait a moment to see what your boyfriend does.

Bakugou stands there a moment before uncrossing his arms and holding her hand in his own. You watch his lips move. He bends down close to her and her eyes widen at whatever he whispers in her ear.

From where you stand, it’s hard to tell, but his garnet red eyes seem to be at half-mast – a look he reserves for you when the two of you are alone. You’re frozen to the ground, and a pit forms in your stomach. The little voice in the back of your head comes forth. You know who that is. It’s her. What, did you think you and Katsuki Bakugou could be happy together? You know you’ve been a placeholder the whole time. He was waiting for her to come home, and you were the catalyst she needed.

“No,” you mumble to yourself. An icy cold seeps into your chest, creeping around your heart and encasing it in a prison. A warm tear slowly slides down your cheek, a leak in your carefully built up walls before they crumble. Your stomach both sinks and rises to your throat. It’s not true. It can’t be true.

Your feet carry you away while your brain processes what it saw. Numb, you let autopilot take over. By the time you stop moving, your whole body is numb – from the cold or your breaking heart, you don’t know.

“Y/N?” a door opens and Meiko walks out, “What are you doing here?” Tears silently stream down your face leaving searing trails in their wake that cool almost instantly. Your eyes lock with her brown ones, and she instantly knows you’re in pain.

“Come inside,” she ushers you in, and you obediently follow. You sit on the couch that had been your bed months ago and stare vacantly around the room.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Meiko asks and presses a small glass of whiskey into your hands. You drink automatically, and the alcohol spreads throughout your system, heating everything that froze on your walk over. Your heart begins to thaw, and with it, the tears you tried to hold back.

“I think his wife came back,” you say quietly, “They were talking on the front porch and… they looked happy together.” They looked like a family. A family I’m not a part of.

“Are you sure it was her?” Meiko asks.

“They were really close,” you shrug apathetically, “It takes a lot for him to get close to anyone. He must have been waiting for her to come back.” There’s a buzz in your pocket and you pull out your phone. Seeing Katsuki’s name flash across the top has you in tears again. The call to end it all.

“Let’s turn that off for now,” Meiko says and gingerly pries the phone from your hands. “It sounds like we have a lot to talk about.”

You tell her about the touching, the smiling, and the kiss; how Bakugou looked at her the same way he looked at you. You recount how winter break went and how he said he loved you. You skim over the details of the end of the trip.

It’s not your place to tell her about Bakugou’s past with his ex, but you tell her how his best friend feels about her which Meiko can relate to since she’s been around every time Yuki came back into the picture.

One bottle of whiskey later, and you’re a blubbering mess on Meiko’s couch.

“I’m going to be straight with you,” Meiko says and puts her glass on the coffee table, “You need to focus on yourself right now. Whatever is going on with him, he’ll take care of it whether it’s talking to his ex, telling her to hit the road, whatever. I’m not saying you’re right or wrong, but you just got back on your feet after having everything torn away from you for years. Focus on yourself, and then revisit this once you’re level headed.”

“You’re right,” you say hollowly, “Can I stay here? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course, sweetie.”

You cash in your sick days for the week off. All weekend you prepare plans for the substitute. Your classroom will be chaos when you come back, but you need the time to yourself. Meiko checks in on you periodically, but for the most part you keep to yourself.

With all that time to yourself, you get sucked into your thoughts. There was no trick of the light, you saw what you saw. Bakugou was getting close to a woman – possibly Nariko’s mother. Most likely Nariko’s mother. You didn’t know what that meant for your relationship, but it kept you from turning your phone back on. You needed to keep the focus on yourself and not on… whatever that was.

All week you stay inside. Meiko works odd hours so you keep busy by puttering around her house cleaning, cooking, and reading. As the days pass, you feel your batteries recharge; you start to feel more like yourself, and you’re able to stuff your sadness away. Compartmentalizing isn’t the best way to deal with it, but the world doesn’t pause when you need it to.

Sunday evening, your stomach is in knots. Tomorrow you’ll have to see Nariko. You’re not sure if Bakugou will show up as well and try to talk to you – figure out why you ghosted him. You’re not ready for a confrontation; why you stopped responding, who the woman hanging off his arm was, if he really did love you or if it was a lie.

Luckily, Nariko is absent Monday, and your day passes smoothly. When you check with the office, they say that they got a call Nariko wouldn’t be coming in, but no reason, like sickness.

Tuesday is the same; no Nariko, and no reason for her absence. Part of you wants to call and find out if everything is alright, but the other part of you is afraid to open that line of communication with Bakugou. Besides, it’s the office’s job to take care of that.

Wednesday, Nariko shows up. Her spiky hair is slightly messier than usual, and she seems out of sorts. You wonder if she’s sick, but the girl presents no fever and no other symptoms.

At the start of recess, all the children stream out of your classroom onto the playground in an orderly fashion – except Nariko.

“Sweetie? Are you feeling okay?” you ask and crouch down next to her desk. Your eyes search her face more closely. Dark bags hug her usually exuberant eyes. Has she not been sleeping enough?

“Ms. Y/L/N? Can I stay in this recess?” Nariko yawns.

“What’s going on, sweetie?” you ask, “Is everything okay at home?” A way to check in on Bakugou without talking to him. Perfect.

“A lady called herself my mom. She and Dad started talking,” Nariko says tiredly, “Uncle Kiri came and I’ve been at his place for a while. He won’t let me see Dad. Is he okay?” It takes you a moment to unpack everything she says. There are three takeaways from everything she said.

One; Bakugou’s ex-wife was indeed the woman you saw. Two; Nariko has been out of the house since that day. Three; Nariko thinks you’ve been talking with Bakugou.

“Nariko, I don’t know how your father’s doing. I haven’t talked to him in a while,” you admit. Her mulberry eyes tear up, and you can see the fatigue, uncertainty, and stress catch up to her. Her heartbeat speeds up and you can tell she’s about to let off an explosion somewhere in the classroom.

“I miss Dad. I want to go home,” her voice cracks tearfully. I miss him too.

“I’ll check on him after school, how does that sound?” you say. Nariko wipes her tears and nods her head.

“Can I go home then?” she asks in a small voice that breaks your heart.

“You’ll have to stay with Uncle Kiri a little bit longer. Maybe a day or two. Just while I make sure your dad is doing okay. Is… is your mom still there?” The word ‘mom’ is thick on your tongue. It’s a reminder that you’re not Nariko’s mother. That the Bakugous were her family first.

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll text Kirishima and see if I can come over. Maybe we can have dinner all together? Would you like that?”

“Yes please.”

Leaving Nariko at her desk to rest, you eye your phone in your bag. You hadn’t turned it on since Meiko shut it off. Emailing Kirishima wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. No. If you’re going to figure out what’s going on as soon as possible for Nariko, you’d have to text him.

You hold down the power button and watch the screen light up. The background of you and Bakugou kissing at Cinderella’s castle is a punch to the stomach.

Ignoring the barrage of messages from friends, acquaintances, and Bakugou, you found Kirishima’s number and focused solely on him.

Y/N: What’s going on with Bakugou?

Kirishima: he’s not saying much

Kirishima: what happened between you two?

Y/N: Nariko isn’t feeling good. Can I come over for dinner and we can talk?

Standing outside Kirishima’s apartment, you knock and wait. Behind the door, you can hear heavy footsteps making their way over.

“Y/N, come in!” Kirishima says and opens the door wide enough to let you pass. He looks just as harried as Nariko did earlier in the day. Being a parent and a full-time hero must be taking its toll on him.

“Thanks for having me over on such short notice,” you say and slip your shoes off.

“Not a problem,” Kirishima smiles, “I ordered take out, I hope you don’t mind. It’s easier than cooking dinner every night. I don’t get how Bakugou does it.”

“How long has she been with you?” you ask in a low tone.

“A week and a half,” Kirishima responds quietly.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” Nariko shouts and launches herself at you.

“Hi, sweetie!” you grunt when her body hits yours. Kirishima steadies you. “How’re you doing?”

“Did you see Dad?” she asks, stars in her eyes at the thought of being able to go home.

“Mm, not yet, I wanted to talk to Uncle Kiri before I do that.”

“Tomorrow?” There’s so much hope in her voice.

“Yes, tomorrow,” Whatever it takes to reunite you two.

Dinner is unusually quiet given the personalities gathered at the table. The air is heavy with unasked questions from everyone at the table. You need to talk to Kirishima, but not with Nariko around. Nariko wants to ask you questions, but knows this isn’t the time. Kirishima hopefully has answers, but also questions for you.

It takes until after Nariko is put to bed for you to ask your questions.

“She’s in bed,” you say quietly and sit on the couch next to Kirishima. You’ve got your quirk trained on her too so you can hear if she slips out of bed to eavesdrop.

“What’s going on?” Kirishima asks. He runs a hand through his hair, confusion written on his face.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you say, “Why is Nariko here?”

“Bakugou texted me and told me to pick her up. Didn’t explain why. Aki was there and things seemed really tense. He hasn’t said anything and he took extra shifts at work. Your turn.” Kirishima says tersely.

Things were… tense? But they looked happy.

“I went over to their place and I saw her there. I… I used my quirk and could tell their hearts were beating furiously.” You remain silent for a moment as you recount what happened. “She was touching him. She kissed him. And she looked so over the moon. He didn’t push her away or stop her and I thought he looked just as happy. So I walked away. I was hurt at what I saw and I turned my phone off. I’ve been staying with a friend too.”

“You didn’t ask him what was going on?” Kirishima groans. Heat flushes your face.

“It’s childish, I know, but they were family first. I’m not Nariko’s mother. I didn’t want to intrude or possibly get my heart broken even more.”

“Things clearly didn’t go smoothly with Aki.” Every time he says her name it’s like a wedge forcing its way into your heart to split it in two. “I heard her start yelling when they thought we were out of the house. Whatever happened, he’s hurting.”

They were arguing. She showed up again and they were fucking arguing. Why didn’t I say anything? Why did I let my pride get in the way? All of this could have been avoided but I was too damn stubborn. Katsuki’s been hurting. Nariko’s been hurting. This is my fault.

“Kirishima,” you whisper, “I fucked up. I fucked up badly.” Kirishima is startled by your profanity. You never swear. “I was trying to protect myself and thought the worst! I’ve been ignoring my phone and his texts for a week now. I need to fix this.” Your voice creeps closer to hysterical and you stand, set on making things right now.

“Tomorrow,” Kirishima says, grabbing your forearm firmly. His deep voice distorts your shaken thoughts and brings you back down from your panic. “See him tomorrow. He’s on duty.”

“Tomorrow,” you say slowly and sink back down next to him. “You don’t think she’ll be there, do you?”

“I don’t know,” Kirishima answers honestly.

Tomorrow. You’ll have to face everything tomorrow.

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A/N: The amount of times people were like ‘Something bad is going to happen’ and I had to sit there like 👀 and not say a thing 😂 ANYWAYS Friday will be from Bakugou’s POV, I am skipping through time a bit compared to the pacing of the beginning of the story so now we’re in February~

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detroitspeed · 8 years ago

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#BlackandWhiteWeekend with this @detroitspeed built #Yenko tribute w/ a Mast Motorsports Black Label LS7 & @forgeline wheels

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failedintsave · 3 years ago

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87 and 95 skwistok!

Aroused by his voice/sleep intimacy

(disclaimer: I was not 100% certain what 'sleep intimacy' was implying so here's my take because of reasons lol)

It had been ages since they'd been forced to split rooms, but after a pyrotechnics mishap annihilated the Dethbus in the middle of their set, a hotel was their next best option until a new bus arrived. Unfortunately, nearly every resort, inn or lodge in a hundred mile radius was booked to capacity with concertgoers. The best Charles had been able to do (short of having fans black-bagged) was to secure three mediocre rooms.

Toki didn't mind though. He didn't mind when Murderface immediately grabbed a key to himself and disappeared; the bassist farted up a storm in his sleep. He didn't mind when Nathan and Pickles took another room, they paired off for pretty much everything anyways. He didn't even mind when he and Skwisgaar reached their room and found only a single queen-sized bed, though the Swede complained as if it were the end of the world.

"Dis am unacceptables. How dey ezpeckt us to sleeps on dis tiny things? Should gets de butler back on de phone and fix dis now."

"It's fine. Toki don't take up much room." He kicked off his boots and stripped out of his pants, sliding into the covers near the edge of the mattress. "See? Dis at least twice as big as my bed at home."

Skwisgaar eyeballed the arrangement with disdain, then disrobed in a huff.

"Just stays on your side." He rolled over, facing the wall, and was snoring lightly within minutes.

Pressing at the middle of the bed a few times to test, Toki felt satisfied that the lead was well enough under that he could risk sprawling out a bit. He was an early riser and what Skwisgaar didn't know wouldn't turn into a cranky shouting match in the morning. Snuggling closer to the center of the mattress so that they were nearly touching, Toki closed his eyes and waited for sleep to claim him. But before cozy oblivion could creep in, a soft sound pulled his attention to the opposite side of the bed.

"Mm, ja. Like dats."

Toki opened one eye and glanced at Skwisgaar's back. He appeared to still be asleep, his ribs expanding with slow, even breaths.

"Hows you get so goods at dis?"

Was he dreaming about his GMILFs? Ugh. Toki screwed his eyes shut again and tried to block out the other man's voice, his brows furrowing in aggravation. Unconscious or not, Skwisgaar was not being a very considerate bunkmate.

"Dat poirfect. Mm. Keep goingk."

Against his better judgement, Toki couldn't help but listen a little longer. It would be impolite to turn on the tv, right? At least he had the decency to respect a shared accomodation.

"You prackstice dat? Ams impressive."

One of his previously cinched brows climbed upwards in the direction of his hairline as Skwisgaar let out a satisfied sounding sigh. A warmth was beginning to pool low in Toki's belly and his hand threatened to wander, stayed only by his refusal to make any motion that may wake the other man. Because that was rude. Not for any other reason.

"Sounds very good, Toki. Well dones."

His eyes flew open, darting to the prone form next to him, still dozing peacefully. That hadn't been a dirty dream at all. And yet...

There was no denying now that Toki was at full mast.

He could try to retreat to the bathroom, and risk waking Skwisgaar who might insist he spend the rest of the night there. Or he could wait it out in discomfort and try to pass out. Both options had their pros and cons. Regardless, he didn't think he'd be forgetting what he'd heard tonight anytime soon. No, that was definitely going to come back to him later when he had some privacy. So he may lose a night of sleep.

But Toki didn't mind.

[Send Me Trope Mashups and a Pairing!]

#this changed direction several times while i was writing it lol #couldn't make up my mind if 'sleep intimacy' was meant to be spicy or sweet so...🤷#skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #skwistok #asks

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prurientpuddlejumper · 3 years ago

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Welcome to your new home, baby

The husband agreed since he escaped his cage & seemed to be looking for a way out, that we don't have to drive him two miles away & I can just release him out into the garden. There are a lot of pros and cons to the three potential release sites I identified.

Down in the blueberry patch there are alot of blueberries, blackberries, wild black cherries, and a dense protective shrub cover from the sweetferns (which are also mast-producing). But, if he tries to navigate home from there, there's nothing but open lawn & a vigilant Cooper's hawk.

Then there's the narrow strip of trees at the edge of the property which has a ton of piles of wood and leaves for cover... but a ton of chipmunks, moles, and shrews already live there for exactly that reason.

Since he was raised indoors, I released him next to the shed. There's a gap beneath the door wide enough for a mouse to get inside, and I don't mind if mice live in the shed. If natural habitat is more in his instincts, there's a pile of yard scraps too bulky for the compost bins behind it, which I'm pretty sure mice have nested in. There's a nice little forest edge where raspberries and cherries grow, and extensive groundhog burrows under the shed as well. If he tries to navigate home he'll hit the porch and hopefully find convenient shelter under there, as well. He never was a huge fan of the tomatoes I offered him, but the veg garden is right there, too.

I'm leaving his tank for the first few days/weeks until he's found a new place to nest. As soon as he realized there was a way out, he took off exploring the vegetation. Didn't even have time to get my camera ready.

Good luck, buddy.

#baby peromyscus saga #go spread disease baby Sin Nombre #his biggest challenges I think will be socializing with other mice #they tend to den together overwinter to conserve heat and he'll have to figure that out within a month or so #plus the other mice could just kick his ass ;_;#ah well #I found him crawling on the garage floor covered in dust and dying slowly without his mom #so I made sure he got to a point that he could survive on his own #this is when he'd be leaving mom anyway...#poor hand-reared baby I hope the other kids don't pick on you

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guardianofjunmyeon · 4 years ago

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Finding Atlantis (part 14)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: wait i forgot i left you all on a cliffhanger akjfhjf. Here’s an update (finally) im a bitch blocked about where the next chapter is going so it might take...about as long as this one took to be uploaded. Its gonna have some smut tho. This chapter has new characters and PLEASE appreciate my fucking bubble conversation, i wanted to use the whole “she came down in a bubble dawg!” convo but i didnt

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

There are certain experiences you’ve lived through enough times to consider yourself a pro at handling. Situations like being handcuffed to a bed. Like being left on an island with no food or water. Like having to fight your way out of a bar when someone is getting too rough with the other patrons.

Drowning is quickly becoming a situation with which you are getting too closely acquainted.

When the ocean swallowed your little dinghy, your life flashed before your very eyes. This was truly the end. The last thing you would ever live through would be the song of Atlantis tickling your ears, the sight of Junmyeon glowing blue, and the feeling of Baekhyun’s skin beneath your palm.

All in all it wasn’t the worst way to go, but there was still so much more that you wanted to experience.

You’d never gotten a chance to return home, to sit at that cliff where you sent off your mother’s body and tell her about all of the things you’d done with your life. To describe to her the ship you’d bought, the friends you’d made, the adventures you’d gone on and the memories you’d made. You wanted to go find Victoria again and thank her for taking you in.

You wanted to find that boy that saved your life when you were but a child and to thank him properly. You wanted to tell him all that you’d done and repay him for giving you that chance at life. You wonder if he’s grown up into a handsome man now. If he has a spouse and kids and a happy home on that island you once called home that you left as soon as you could. You wonder if he’d even remember you.

You’d never gotten a chance to get the Storm Chaser those new upgrades that you’d been saving up for. An extension to the crew cabins, sturdier masts, a new set of sails.

You hadn’t gotten the chance to fall in love, to have your heartbroken, to have a baby or even hold one for that matter. Would you have made a good mother? Would you have made a decent wife? Would you have been able to find someone willing to spend the rest of their life with you, on the seas, on land, wherever your hearts could make a home?

Would you have tried to make a home with Baekhyun?

The feeling of being sucked down into the depths of the ocean doesn’t get any less terrifying the second time that you go through it.

As a matter of fact, having it happen again is more terrifying than the first time. Maybe it’s because you can actually feel the pressure of the water crushing your chest. You can feel the way you’re being sucked farther down and the way the water rushes into your nose from the shock of being suddenly dragged under.

It’s nothing like the storm, nothing like fighting the waves and catching the flashes of light as you fought to climb to the surface. Of being tossed around and dropping and rising hundreds of feet seconds at a time. At least then you had a purpose. You aren’t trying to save a life this time. You aren’t able to fight the invisible force dragging you farther and farther down into the water. The water around you is calm, the movement of your body whizzing through the water feels scarily misplaced.

Magical. Unnatural.

Then it all finally stops.

The force pulls you into a pocket of air and gravity takes you by force. Your body collapses on solid ground, and you can breathe. You gasp frantically for air and cough violently as you attempt to catch your breath and your bearings.

You sit up and position yourself on shaky hands and knees as you heave on the dark basalt beneath your splayed fingers.

It takes a few moments of panicked breathing to realize –you’re alive.

You’re alive.

You realize that you’re alive and then you regain enough brain power to panic over if Junmyeon and Baekhyun are also alive. You hear dramatic coughing and hurling to your left and when you investigate you find Baekhyun on his ass with his head between his knees as his spits out salt water.

He looks like a miserable wet dog. You would laugh if you weren’t sure that you look the same.

But where is Junmyeon?

You look left and right, in front of you and behind you but you see no trace of him. No sign of him in the underwater cave you’ve somehow found yourself.

“How did we even get in here?” you spit more salt water on the ground and look for your area of entry. Down. It felt like you fell down. So maybe there is something above.

A gasp gets caught in your throat at the sight above you. Open water somehow suspended above. If you weren’t nearly positive that you somehow fell from there, you would think there was some extremely strong glass blocking the water from falling through the hole above. You can see the glow of deep sea fish swimming by and you’re hit with just how far below the surface you are.

Dizziness pounds through your skull and you hurl out more water all over your hands.

Disgusting.

“Are you guys alright?”

You lift your head at the sound of Junmyeon’s voice and feel your remaining strength seeping from your bones. He looks between you and Baekhyun’s pathetic forms with distressed eyes.

Baekhyun looks up from between his legs with an incredulous open-mouthed frown. He looks your first mate from his toes to his head. “How the hell are you dry?”

It’s then that you notice he looks remarkably put together. As if he never even experienced the sensation of being pulled straight towards hell through water. The patterns on his skin have dulled down to a pale blue, but they are still there as clear as day.

“An Atlantian thing,” Junmyeon answers with a shrug and a smile. He reaches out a hand to help you to your feet but you wave him away with a shake of your head.

“No, give me a second. I just- I need,” you point to the hole above, “This is just-” you close your eyes and wave him away weakly. “Fuck, I need some time.”

He laughs lightly and chooses to help Baekhyun up while you gather your wits. This is overwhelming. “Did you just materialize down here what the fuck?”

“No, I came down in a bubble.”

“A…bubble.”

“Yeah you know one of those things filled with air-”

“You couldn’t lend us one of those bubbles?!”

“I didn’t know how. I don’t even know how I got it around me. Must be an Atlantian-”

“If you say ‘Atlantian thing’ one more time I will, and I swear to Poseidon, strangle you with my bare hands right here.”

“…Atlantian thing,” Junmyeon finishes cheekily. Baekhyun groans loudly and you can hear the weak thumps of him trying to smack your first mate and being deflected.

You struggle onto your feet as Junmyeon and Baekhyun argue. Typical back and forth between the two of them, you know Baekhyun is all talk when it comes to most people; he won’t hurt Junmyeon.

Letting your eyes fully wander the cave, you take in the shiny crystals in the rock around you and the way everything glows a tranquil light blue.

You hear the thundering footsteps before you see the people coming charging towards you out of the alcove hidden from your view.

“INTRUDERS, DROP TO THE GROUND NOW!”

“We just got up,” Baekhyun whines at your side. You lower your still shaking body back down to your knees and hold your hands up in the air to show your willingness to cooperate. In the corner of your eye you catch Junmyeon landing a swift kick to the back of Baekhyun’s legs with his good leg and sending him to the ground with a painful crash.

You flinch at the noise and the people in matching outfits in front of you hold out their swords, ready to strike at any moment. Once Junmyeon has lowered himself to his knees, the group of people break apart to make way for who you assume must be the leader. If the aura of dominance and the extra sparking pink embellishments on their otherwise plain white uniform is anything to go by.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The man asks gruffly. He’s tall, handsome, big eyes rimmed in dark black kohl. His analyzing brown eyes drag from you, to Baekhyun, and finally land on Junmyeon. You catch the exact moment that recognition crosses his face.

His eyes widen and he blinks rapidly in disbelief, the sword in his hand clatters to the ground and resounds through the cave. “S-Suho? Prince Suho is that you?”

You turn to look at Junmyeon who has locked eyes with the leader with a look of confusion on his face.

“Do they know each other?” Baekhyun whispers to you.

“Shut up,” you hiss.

Junmyeon gasps and climbs to his feet. “Minho? Minho! I can’t believe it,” he says elatedly. The two of them run (Junmyeon more hobbling than running with the shitty cast still on his leg) into each other’s arms to embrace and you watch with a kind of fond sadness as they grip one another as if the other will vanish into thin air.

The other guards slowly lower their swords and break out into disbelieving whispers. Baekhyun grabs your left hand and lowers it to your lap. “I think you can lower your hands now prisoner. I don’t think they’re going to kill us yet.”

“It’s as if nothing in this world is enough to keep you from annoying the absolute hell out of me,” you grumble.

He beams, a wide and happy smile. “It’s my charm.”

You snort out a laugh while he stands up on both feet and holds out a hand for you to take to get up. You slap your hand in his and let him heft you to your feet.

Junmyeon calls out your name and you whip in his direction in alarm. He drags over the leader of the guard with a hand on his bicep and matching grins on their faces. “I want you to meet my childhood friend Minho!” He looks up at Minho with eyes beaming with happiness. “We grew up together, and Minho here is the Captain of the entire Atlantian military.”

Minho looks down at the ground bashfully.

“It is an honor to meet you. Junmyeon says that he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. I, as well as all of our people owe you our highest form of gratitude,” Minho says with a deep bow.

You blink at the gesture, stupefied into immobility. Junmyeon gives you a pointed look and a subtle bow of his own to hint that you should bow back. You quickly bend at the waist and rise up. “It’s- Uhm, thank you. It wasn’t just me though, there are lots of people to thank for his return up on the surface,” you say with a nervous smile.

Minho laughs. “I’m sure. You can all amaze us with tales of your time above at breakfast in a few hours. I’m sure you would all like a moment to settle and…” he looks at Baekhyun and your soaked clothing. “…clean yourselves up.”

The two of you frown indignantly.

As if you planned on showing up soaking wet.

Minho whistles loudly and a smaller man comes scrambling out of the group of guards. “Hendery, show our two outsiders where they can rest. I will take the prince directly to the Queen.”

The smaller man nods vigorously. “Yes sir. I would like to have Xiaojun assist me, if I can.”

“Take who you need,” Minho gives you both another once over before leaning down to whisper, “Make sure there is plenty of soap in their bathrooms.”

You squawk in embarrassment. Junmyeon offers an apologetic smile before coming to place both of his hands on your shoulders and lowering his voice to talk to you and Baekhyun as privately as he can. “Just follow them and relax. I will come find you once I am finished talking to the Queen. They won’t do anything to hurt either of you.” He squeezes your shoulder. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You nod in affirmation. Baekhyun grunts at your side.

Hendery and another young guard lead you away and out of the cave. You are only allowed one final look over your shoulder before Junmyeon vanishes from your sight.

The bleakness of the cave gives way to a wide low hallway covered from top to bottom in blue crystals, or maybe it’s glass.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you murmur to the man at your side. Neither of the guards bother to turn around at the sound of your voice.

“I’m trying to take it all in. This is insane I never thought I would ever actually see this place,” Baekhyun whispers back. You’re shocked by the genuine way he explains himself. “Why? Do you already miss the sound of my voice? I can keep talking if you want.”

“I’ll pass. I already miss the silence.”

His giggle resonates against the walls. You bite down on your lip to keep from smiling in return.

Your group reaches the end of the tunnel and the guards suddenly stop. Hendery turns around first. “Because we are unable to trust you we will have to transport you while keeping our city and location a secret.”

“Huh?”

“I think we’re going to get blindfolded,” Baekhyun whispers to you.

The other guard reaches into his coat and produces two pieces of cloth while Hendery slams a fist on the wall. A hole opens up where seamless wall once stood. You watch dumbly as the other guard, Xiao…Xiao something sits in the human-sized hole and then lies on his back before disappearing through a tube.

What the fuck is this place?

You’re blindfolded first and led to the hole. “Sit.” So you do. What kind of transport requires you to sit in a hole blind? You’ve lived a couple of years now and that's long enough to know that this doesn’t feel quite safe.

Before you can argue your way out of it, you’re pushed and then careening through space. With your eyes covered and the jolt of bewilderment at sliding too fast to be humanly possible you don’t have any choice but to let out a scream.

You’re on your feet again before you know it –albeit dizzy and shaking. The blindfold is removed and you’re met with the impassive face of the guard. You look around yourself to figure out what in the deep sea hell you just slid through.

“You might want to get out right about now,” he suggests.

You hear the telltale sound of Baekhyun’s yelling and cursing getting closer by the second, so you hobble out of the exit compartment and watch in wonder as the top of the compartment opens up and air blasts from the bottom to decrease the force of gravity as Baekhyun drops to his feet.

He’s shaking like a log and his wet hair and clothes are even more disheveled than they were before.

Maybe it’s the overload of being exposed to all the new technology and scenery, but you can’t stop yourself from loudly laughing at his appearance.

Xiaoxi…Xiaode…Xiaojun, that sounds right-

Xiaojun walks forward with a smile twitching on his lips to remove the blindfold from the once one-eyed troublemaker. But, Baekhyun has his eyes squeezed closed, refusing to open them. You take it upon yourself to physically pull him out of his spot.

“It’s over, you’re on solid ground now,” you tease. He peaks open one eye and it darts around distrustfully before he opens them both and leans forward with his hands on his knees to let out a dramatic exhale of breath. Another humored giggle escapes you. “You look like shit and the way you screamed-.”

He stands up straight with reddened cheeks. “Never speak of it,” he threatens in a low voice. You roll your eyes and lift a hand to fix his messy hair. You hear the hiss of air from the tube, knowing that Hendery will be arriving soon, but you busy yourself with smoothing down the unruly strands.

The red darkens on his face as you rake your fingers through the hair at his fringe. You aren’t sure what compels you to initiate the act, but he doesn’t stop you so selfishly you continue to take what you can. Satisfied with your work you smile shyly and turn away to hide your face and the heat you can feel creeping up your neck.

A cough snaps you back into attention.

Right, the guards.

Hendery has a creepily knowing smirk on his face while Xiaojun covers his mouth with his hand, but you can see mirth shining in his eyes.

Baekhyun clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. “So…where are we supposed to rest exactly? Or are we supposed to wander around and find it ourselves?”

Hendery motions to the right. “Down this hallway.” He nudges Xiaojun and they both walk forward. You resist the urge to smash your head into the wall as you follow behind. Into one of the…beautiful smooth white walls. For the first time you take in the interior of the building where you have ended up.

High ceilings and pillars. Enormous windows that go from ceiling to floor to show an expansive view of what awaits outside.

You’ve had plenty of time to image what Atlantis would look like, but seeing it in front of you now, bathed in a light like that of early dawn, with the reflection of water moving over the architecture…it’s too unreal, too magical to put into words.

“Keep up. You’ll be able to see the city after breakfast with the Queen,” Xiaojun advises. Both you and Baekhyun pick your pace back up after having fallen behind trying to take in all that around you.

Attempting to keep your gawking to a minimum you keep your eyes ahead and try to quickly take in as much as you can.

“We’re here,” Hendery says. You almost tumble into his side when he suddenly stops; and Baekhyun trips over his own feet at your side. “These will be your rooms. There will be drinking water and a bathroom for you to clean up. We have already notified the castle staff of your arrival and there will be clothes delivered to you for you to change into for the meal.

“Breakfast will be served in 3 hours. One of the castle butlers will come for you to show you to the dining area at that time. Until then we advise you entertain yourself inside of the room.” The door is opened and a grand suite awaits you. Your mouth drops at the extravagance of it.

A large bed rests at the very center of the room, draped in iridescent white curtains that look as creamy as milk. The floor is covered in cold white marble and speckled with shells and pearls embedded into it. A large couch is perched near the entrance, a lit fire in front of it keeping the room comfortably warm. A book shelf stretches across a third of the room only stopping at a golden archway that you assume leads into the bathroom. The room is decorated in soft golds, creamy whites and pale blues. You catch little accents of pink in the wall paint and on the couch pillows.

The dome-like shape of the room makes you feel like you’re in a bubble.

“What is with you guys and bubbles?” You grumble to yourself.

Xiaojun shrugs. “It’s an Atlantian thing,” he says simply.

You close your eyes in frustration while Baekhyun grumbles at your side.

“So whose room is this?” Baekhyun asks once he’s done cursing Atlantis and its obsession with bubbles. Hendery and Xiaojun share a look and you catch the sneakiness on their expressions.

Hendery is the one who decides to answer, cheerily as if he isn’t intentionally planning to ruin your time here in Atlantis. “Both of yours.”

“I’m sorry what did you just say?”

“This room is for the both of you.” Hendery casts Baekhyun a wide smile. “You’ll have to share because…uhm..”

“Because we’re low on rooms,” Xiaojun chimes in.

“Yes! Low on rooms,” Hendery agrees quickly, conspicuously. You narrow your eyes. “You see we have a lot of guests recently because of a…” he looks to Xiaojun for help.

“For a uh, for a wedding!”

“Who is getting married?” Baekhyun asks, just to catch them in their lie.

“One of the princes! Ah we must be returning to our Captain now. Rest well!” Hendery says quickly before he and Xiaojun rush away with their hands over their mouths, giggling like school children. You’re adults, you can share a room. You won’t let the giggling of the younger boys worsen the pounding in your chest.

You exhale and shake your head. “Come on.” You enter the room first and immediately feel relaxed by the colors, the roundedness, and general softness of everything around you.

The fire feels like it’s calling your name so you wander over to warm yourself up by its flames. Your wet clothes are beginning to feel bothersome again now that the excitement of being in Atlantis and being alive have begun to fade.

The sound of something sopping wet hitting the ground heavily pulls your attention from the flickering flames. When you turn around you don’t expect to see your roommate getting ass naked…

But alas that is what your eyes land on. His shoes and shirt are already in a wet pile by his feet.

“Baekhyun,” you admonish. He stops with his pants halfway down his legs. You look at his soft naked dick only momentarily before you raise your eyes back to his anticipatory face. “Really?”

“I’m cold and wet. I need a shower do you want me to get sick?”

“You couldn’t even wait to go change in the bathroom?”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he responds before shucking the last of his clothing and standing in the middle of the room proudly.

In all his naked glory.

You can’t help but feel a bit put off by the fact that he doesn’t have any issue getting naked around you. He’s not even hard. It’s like your presence doesn’t affect him in the slightest.

Bitterly you wonder if you’d been Jongin would he have a different reaction in this situation. You stand up abruptly. Fuck Baekhyun.

Pettily you strip out of your clothes as you walk towards the bathroom, leaving the wet articles in your wake. “I’m cleaning myself first,” you state coldly as you all but rip the last of your clothing off at the archway of the bathroom.

You don’t turn around and you don’t bother to investigate why he seems stunned to his spot or why he averts his eyes as you walk by.

~~~

The bathroom is just as opulent as the main room. A creamy white with pretty pale pinks streaked through the marble and coloring the crystals that illuminate the room in a soft pinkish glow.

A tub the size of a small pool is carved into the corner of the room. Oils and scented salts in jars cover the expansive shelf built into the wall at its side. A wide mirror stretches across the room with a spout and basin to wash your hands in front of it. A varied range of brushes and facial oils and paints are neatly organized across the counter, settled in front of a thick patterned chaise. You find candles nestled snuggly beneath a shelf of towels and unused sponges on ropes.

Looking at your appearance in the mirror, your hold in the need to physically recoil. You skin looks blanched from the overexposure to water, and the hair on your head is knotted beyond belief. Not wanting to look at your naked form for too long you twist the knob at the tub to release a steady flow of lukewarm water. You toss in some oil that smells good and a soap that catches your attention. The bottle is make of glass and has writing that you can’t read as it must be in Atlantian, but it smells and looks good and bubbles up when it comes in contact with the running water.

Grabbing a comb from the counter of goodies and the specialized hair soap left at the side of the tub, you decide to make an event out of pulling your appearance back together. You will be meeting the Queen in a few hours.

Gingerly, you lower yourself into the water and shove your head under the spout before lathering it in hair soap and detangling the strands on your hand. Rinsing out the suds and then turning off the water, you allow yourself to be semi submerged in the water.

“Yah, you can’t steal the bath and then spend an hour using it. I could have been in and out already.” You crane your neck to find Baekhyun’s complaining form leaning against the archway.

“You weren’t fast enough. Not my problem. You can wait.”

“No I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. I’m not fucking moving.”

In the month you have spent time more intimately with Baekhyun aboard your ship as a fellow crewman, you’ve learned one thing about him that you didn’t know before. He can be astoundingly petty.

His intelligence, his wit, his strength and skill as a pirate, his ability to charm and talk his way out of anything –you knew of it all before. But this petty level of childishness is new.

That being said, you aren’t surprised to find him padding over and then climbing into the large tub across from you. He settles and then his bottom lip juts out.

“Happy now?”

“No.”

You snort loudly and his pout breaks off into something like a smile. You push a handful of water in his direction, not enough to do much and not with enough strength to even be called a splash.

The little shithead he is takes your push of water as permission to send a small tidal wave in your direction, splashing you directly in your face.

You splutter and wipe the water from your eyes while he laughs his loudest most punctuated laugh at your expense. When you squint at him through the water still in your eyes you see pure relaxed happiness in his features, and you can’t find it in you to even attempt to be mad.

This Baekhyun is the real one. The one he covers up with cocky smiles and biting words. The one he leaves locked away and protected from the heartlessness that is required of your jobs.

Happy Baekhyun is a vulnerable Baekhyun. A soft version of him that makes your heart hammer in your chest and sparks a juvenile desire to keep him at your side safe from anyone who dares try and take that side of him away.

His laughing calms to muffled chuckles hidden behind his hand. “Okay, now I’m happy.”

“That makes one of us,” you scoff out. The water begins to agitate your eyes so you run the water from the spout to flush out the fragrance laced liquid. Blindly you reach out for the stream only to continuously miss.

“Come here,” you hear at your side. “Here, lean back.” You’re moved to the side and you lean backwards only to come in contact with his chest. You tense before giving in and letting yourself relax against him. You feel his muscles shifting as he reaches around you to cup water and pour it over your eyes. You blink away the water and scrunch up your face in discomfort. “I’m not done, try and keep your eyes open this time,” he says gently.

You reach up and hold open each eyelid as he cups the water and lets it flush out the soap. Finally you can blink without agitation. You contemplate thanking him, but decide to do it once you’re safely on your side of the bath. As you’re making your escape, arms wrap around you and pull you back securely down between strong thighs and against a warm chest.

“Can you…uh can you let me go?”

“Nuh uh,” he grunts with a head shake.

You look down at where his arms are crossed over your chest and swallow thickly. He perches his chin on your shoulder and takes in a deep relaxed breath. You feel stiff as a board. “This is nice,” he sighs out.

This is too intimate. This is too intimate. This is too intimate.

“How long have you been in love with Jongin, Baekhyun?” you ask in a rush of breath. His grip on you loosens to nothing and you pull yourself away from him, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the hardening of your nipples. From the cold of the air and the all too close embrace you’d found yourself enjoying just a tad too much.

He splutters. “I- wh-” he starts to cough violently. You feel your heart sinking with each noise he makes. “I don’t- I’m not in love with Jongin!”

You let your silence and your frown portray your disbelief.

“I’m serious. I’m not in love with Jongin he’s like my younger brother, what would make you think that?!” He fake gags. “Oh gross, just the thought-” he covers his mouth to fake gag again.

You gawk at him. Is he overcompensating to hide the truth?

“What in Poseidon’s name would lead you to believe that I’m in love with Jongin? I nearly raised the kid.”

You feel embarrassment creeping up your neck like snakes. “You- the…Minseok said…”

“Minseok said I was in love with Jongin?!”

“No! Wait let me-” you smack a hand to your forehead. “Minseok said that you took the compass with you when you came to find the three of us and I guess I just I don’t fucking know assumed you had to want to find your crew most in the world and then I figured you were actually in love with one of them and Jongin seemed like the most likely of him and Chanyeol because Chanyeol doesn’t really seem like your type but I guess it could also be him since he’s kind of goofy and airhead at times too-”

His hands come out of the water to cup your cheeks and then –lips.

“Stop talking,” he says softly. Another quick press of his lips against yours. “You’re wrong and you’re stupid and you need to stop thinking before you overload your dumb little brain.”

“Hey-”

“Ah ah. What did I say?”

You purse your lips and let him squish your cheeks closer together until your lips are puckered ridiculously. The look in his eyes is fond almost, the smile on his lips and the shine in his eyes soft as he squishes and unsquishes your face.

You bat away his hands. “You still didn’t answer my question,” you whine despite yourself.

“Aw the baby getting upset?” he makes a face of exaggeratedly fake concern. “Come here, sit on daddy’s lap and I’ll make you feel all better.”

“Baek that was gross.”

“The invitation still stands.” He waggles his eyebrows and shimmies his shoulders. When his gaze drops down to your uncovered chest and a bit of the playfulness gets swallowed up by want, you feel a bit of that desire rushing through your veins again.

He isn’t in love with Jongin?

That only leaves more unanswered questions, but you let them go easily at the sight of Baekhyun reclining lazily against the side of the tub, rubbing up and down his thighs slowly and watching you with predatory closeness.

He is so sexy, you are so fucked.

Squashing the tiny feeling of shame, you crawl over and wrap yourself around him. You can feel him rising in excitement from beneath you. You let your arms rest lazily around his shoulders while he busies his hands with massaging circles on your hips.

“That feels nice,” you whisper in a puff of breath. You know that he can see how affected you are –can feel it in your impatient squirms against him as you attempt to subtly relieve the ache growing inside of you. He hums in agreement and focuses his eyes on your mouth.

You can take a hint when it’s staring you in the face like this. You lean forward and connect your lips softly. A peck. Another one. A kiss on the corner of his mouth. A kiss on the tip of his nose. Another on his smiling lips.

When you pull back there’s emotion swimming in his irises that sparks a heat in your core. You nip at his bottom lip.

A lick, a nibble, a juvenile laugh against pressed lips.

He sticks his tongue out through pursed lips, waiting for you to try and kiss him with his ridiculous expression. You pull away to grimace, only to laugh and lick a messy wet stripe from his upper lip to the tip of his nose.

“You’re a dick,” he laughs, wiping your saliva off his nose.

“And you’re a bastard,” you respond easily. You look at your deeply pruning skin with disdain. “We should dry off.”

“But I like it here in the tub; I haven’t even scrubbed the dirt off.”

“We can clean ourselves properly after I get your cock inside me.” You feel him twitch from beneath you. You cock your head to the side teasingly. “Oh, now you’re ready to get out?”

He scrambles from under you and over the edge of the tub right to the towels. You roll your eyes playfully and climb out just as he plops a towel on your head and quickly tries to dry your hair, only messing it up further.

“Hurry up. We’ll get sick if we stay like this for too long. We need to go to the bed and warm up, I can already feel a cold coming on.”

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