#can i sit in an L shape with my legs flat and straight in front of me? absolutely not

[hyah-lian]

General reminder to other scrunched up sitters like me. Please do try and sit with your legs out and stretch your hamstrings once in a while if you can.

Maybe now even if you are able and have time

Brought to you by the startling realization I couldn't sit up at a 90° angle again without my legs screaming

And a few nights of wondering what I did to get sore legs turns out I just hadn't stretched

[tommyspeakycap]

omgg write something about playing or braiding jack’s hair

oh em gee I love this !!!!! I loved his hair braid too omg

Jack had a very specific barber he liked to go to to get the same quality haircut he always got. He trusted that specific barber and his appointments were always made in advance to absolutely ensure he could get it done the way he liked by whom he liked at the right time so it never got overgrown or hard to manage. Jack was very specific about his hair and about keeping it the way he liked it to be. It was part of his image, part of him really. The Brummie boy hated when anyone else touched it. Be that joking team members giving his head a teasing push or his dad ruffling his hair each time he walks in the door, it irks the living daylights right out of him.

So it seems as though it’s Jack’s own personal nightmare now the barbers are shut with absolutely no sign of opening up for at least another month and Jack can’t seem to take one minute more of training with his hair getting all up in his eyes, dropping into his face and blowing wildly in Birmingham wind even with a headband in. It is driving him absolutely insane. It’s all he can think of in this moment.

And that is because he currently has your fingers tangled in it completely absentmindedly as he lays in between with your legs with his legs stretched out along the L section of the L shaped couch. Your eyes are fully focussed on the storyline evolving throughout an old episode of Greys Anatomy. Jack’s arms are around your torso as his head rests comfortably on your lower stomach with his eyes peacefully shut. He would usually engage in the TV with you, but the preseason after an unexpected break that had him doing less exercise than he definitely should have been doing had him absolutely shattered.

It was rare for even you to touch the locks he took so laughably serious, but it felt like the most soothing experience he’d maybe ever had to feel the gentility of your finger massaging over his scalp in the most relaxing manner he’d ever known. Even his sports massages after long matches weren’t this relaxing.

“Mmmhm, feels so good.” He murmurs, his voice ticking your stomach as he speaks against it, the sigh that leaves him making you giggle in response. “So annoyin’ in training.” He adds tiredly, but not lacking in the obvious irritation he feels towards it. Jack tends to feel a lot and often, and even seemingly small things like his hair getting in the way of his play was unimaginably irritating for him.

“I could cut it?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “And end up like the poor dog? I’ll pass love.”

“Aw come on! It wasn’t that bad.” You retort

“He looked like a street rat with curls, sweetheart.” He laughs, despite the disappointment he feels for your hands leaving his hair for the first time since he lay down tonight.

“Cheek.”

“Sorry baby.” He lulls, finally looking up at you for the first time, lifting his face to offer you a smile that strained him. Holding his head up like that was too much for his already tired muscles, so he’s quickly laying his head back to its resting place. You can’t think of anything else to retort with, knowing full and well the incredibly poor state of affairs that occurred in your household three weeks into Lockdown 1 after you attempted to give the dog a haircut out of pure boredom and lack of open dog grooming services. The state of affairs being Jack crawling to the bathroom on his knees and one hand with the other hand holding onto his crotch because he was trying so hard not to wet himself from laughing at the poor pup who looked so confused that his dad hadn’t been able to greet him as normal when he returned from the weekly food shop.

Jack very nearly did piss on your good cream carpet that day, so it was fair for him to not trust your barber skills either. Especially being the way he is about his hair.

“You know the old episodes make me miss Derek.” You announce after a moment of only the television speaking between the two of you.

“He the one with the hair?” Jack mumbles. You snort a laugh.

“They’ve all got hair, Jack. Go on, say it then?”

“Fine,” he huffs indignantly, “The one with the good hair.”

Your giggle makes his heart erupt into butterflies that dance through his stomach and chest just like it does every single time he gets to be lucky enough to hear it. Jack doesn’t like to admit when others have hair he likes. He prefers to live in a world where his hairstyle is simply the best, and truly he usually does. He tends to live in his own world anyway. The world where his hair is fantastic, he gets to do what he loves for a living and come home to you each and every day. That’s his world and fucking hell does he love that world.

In reality though, part of that world is that however fictional Derek Shepherd may be, his hair is fantastic and always looks rather immaculate. Something Jack can’t quite relate to at this current moment in time. “You know this episode is kinda about his hair,” you note softly, hands smoothing back over your boyfriends brown locks. He knows by the tone of your voice that you’re going to go into more detail about the episode currently playing through on Amazon Prime TV. Some people may well have been annoyed listening to their girlfriends recounting entire episodes of TV shows that they weren’t exactly inclined to watch, but Jack was not one of those men. He didn’t care what you were talking about, just the sound of you talking was enough to make him listen intently. He loved to hear you talk, and if that was the only thing that he ever got to hear for the rest of his life then he’d still be happy.

“They adopted a little girl and he hasn’t quite figured her hair out yet but everyone’s shocked ‘cause his hairs pretty good. Like you, a little. You got good hair, just haven’t learned to manage it yet eh?” You explain, weaving your fingers in and out of those stands of hair that make him hum in both understanding and enjoyment. He isn’t sure what you’re doing, but the weaving of stands, pads of your fingers dancing over his scalp carefully, softly feels like what he might imagine heaven to be. “Yeah?” He asks, “And what does he do then?” His voice is filled with genuine interest for what you were saying. It was the first time you’d ever known that in a relationship. He heard you snigger softly to yourself. “He learns from someone who knows a bit more about hair than he does.” You state pointedly, prompting him to roll his eyes even if you can’t see him.

“I’m not letting you cut my hair, (y/n). Not happening, I’m sor-“

“Alright, Jack. I bloody know! That’s not what I meant.” You grumble. Jack can immediately imagine your disgruntled pout already, with those irritated narrowed eyes and the playful scrunch of your nose. “Sorry.” Every time he sees that look on you, he moves to kiss that furrow out of your nose. It makes his heart smile each and every time he sees it. You are simultaneously the most beautiful, more adorable and hottest woman he has ever laid his eyes on. “Sorry baby,” he reiterated, “Go on.”

“I could braid it for you?”

That earns a belly laugh from him that reverberates through your body, jostling with the force of his whole body laughter. “So you will,” he bellows in breaks between the ever comedic gasping from breath after each loud laugh. “Not a chance.”

He pushes himself up to sit back on his knees, trapping your legs between his as he looks down at you with a huge grin still stretching his lips and creasing his eyes, yet they still sparkle in adoration for you. “Oh yeah?” You muse with a giggle to follow despite the firm attempt to seal it behind clenched lips. The giggle sets those dimples into your cheeks, his eyes just drinking you up as you lounge back on the huge couch there in front of him, sinking back into the pillows just like he had been sinking against you in comfort for hours only moments ago. “Yeah.” He repeats firmly, the playful jest of his words not lost on your ears as he leans forward.

With the emission of only a small, surprised yelp from you that turns the head of the dog in his bed for only a moment, Jack has grabbed your legs to tug you down so you were laying flat on your back on the L of the sofa. He leans over you, hands and strong arms keeping him above you with ease. “Realllly?” You tease, one eyebrow quirked. Jack loves it when you do that, mostly because he can’t and he finds it beautifully funny.

Your hands reach up to his face, cupping over the beard on his cheeks to bring his face down to peck his lips before letting him press back up like a simple press up over your body. This was a common occurrence between the pair of you and Jack had always loved to show off. “Not cuttin’ about with a braid in my hair baby, sorry.”

He dips down for another kiss and you break out another giggle that parts your lips from his. “You already are, bub.”

“Ya what?” He pops straight up, sitting again back on his knees. “Not falling over your face now eh?” You taunt with a cheeky grin that makes him furrow his brows. Jack removed his hands from beside you to run one after the other over the top of his hair, a weird mix of a grin and disbelief washing over his face. Your sweetheart smile warms his heart as you lay there looking up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, cheeks flushed and one of his old cotton shirts keeping you warm long after his body raises from yours.

“Wait there!” He yells, bounding off the couch to all but leap through the living room until he reaches the mirror in the hall just outside the door. “Babe!” He cheers through the house, appearing back in the doorway of the room. “Nah it’s kinda cool, you fuckin’ smashed that!” You sit up and turn around towards him with your hand covering your mouth in a giggle that makes him stride forward and tug your hand away so he can see that beautiful smile. He jumps back again. “And look; stays in when I move around like-”

An immediate howl of laughter breaks out of your mouth with your head tipped back in hysterics as you watch him run on the spot, jump on the spot and then shake his head around like your puppy when he had a cone on his head. You laugh so hard your laughter looses its noise, simply existing as a elongated wheeze and a sudden gasp for desperate air to aid and allow for only more laughter. “Why you laughing for?” He yells, his words split by his own laughter as he tugs you to your feet, standing taller than him when your on your feet on the couch. Jack wraps one arm around your waist and moves the other down to the bend of your knees to sweep your legs from beneath you, perching you on the edge of the back of the couch.

“It,” kiss, “is,” kiss, “perfect.” Kiss.

“Just like you, baby.” He rumbles lowly, “Perfect just like my girl. Gonna wear it to training. Keep hair out my face, remind me of you, perfect.” He just keeps talking, keeps praising you between kisses while he brings you closer and closer to him until you can wrap your legs around him. Locked in place, he takes your face in his hands.

“So you’ll let me braid it again?” You chime, eyes lighting up. Jack chuckles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks with a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose. “Course baby. Every day.”

True to his word Jack Grealish is. Every night he comes home from his training, he’s laying on the couch letting you massage the days stresses out of his mind, letting your fingers weave the tension out of his scalp. Jack’s never let anyone take care of him so much. He’s never felt comfortable to be taken care of like this, but you are his exception. His one single exception. And every morning he sits in the floor at the foot of the bed while you sit with a leg on either side of him, fingers weaving the strands into place for the day and tighter for match days. People make comments but Jack doesn’t give even half of a shit. His hair is how he likes it; out of his face so he can concentrate on his game and it gives you more of a reason to actually be up in the morning when he leaves before the sun rises above you. That’s perfect for Jack.

Until his next haircut, the only time that footballer doesn’t have a braid through his hair is when your fingers are tangling in it while he’s between your legs for another very enjoyable reason.

[thevoidfishsminstrel]

“Okay so is everyone clear on the plan?” Alex looked around the DEO mission briefing table, hands flat on the surface in her most commanding and authoritative stance.

Nia and Brainy nodded, Nia with her arms crossed and Brainy with his hands steepled in front of him in a serious manner. Kelly rolled her eyes but nodded too.

“Good.” Alex gave a curt nod and pushed away from the table. “We will meet back here at 19:00 hours for the debriefing.”

“Um… babe?” Kelly put a hand on Alex’s forearm and leaned towards her and Alex softened, smiling dopily at her. “Our dinner reservation is for 6:30.”

“Yeah and Brainy and I have a date too.” Nia looped her arm through Brainy’s, grinning.

“Yes.” Brainy looked pleased with himself and subconsciously leaned further into Nia’s side. “We are going paintballing.”

Alex hummed. “Okay well everyone just keep the group chat updated and we’ll meet up tomorrow.”

They dispersed and the plan was set into motion.

Phase 1 - Alex

Alex strode through the halls of the DEO with purpose, rubber soles of her boots not making much sound. Part of her envied the intimidating click of Lena’s heels but J’onn had shut down her suggestion of adding studs to the bottom of her boots, claiming it would undermine the stealth aspect of the design.

She entered her little office and flopped down in the chair, propping her feet up on the desk. She dialed Kara’s number, chewing on a jolly rancher from the secret stash in the drawer that Kara thought held boring paperwork as it rang.

“Hey Alex. What’s up?”

“Hey Kara. I - … where are you? Shouldn’t you be at CatCo?” The faint sound of traffic and the wind crackled through the phone speaker and Alex frowned.

“I’m just on my lunch break.”

“Oh.” Alex glanced at her watch. There was still an hour before phase 2 so Kara would probably be back at CatCo by then. “Ok. So what are you doing tonight? Sorry again that I can’t spend tonight with you.”

“No it’s fine - you have fun with Kelly. Lena and I were just going to have a movie night together.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows rose. That was easier than expected.

“Yeah, well neither of us was going to spend Valentine’s Day with anyone else so…”

Hm. That was going to be Alex’s argument. At least Kara was unknowingly cooperating with the secret plan.

She and Lena were getting insufferable with their heart eyes and yearning and so Alex had decided to take matters into her own hands with the help of their friends. (Kelly had been somewhat reluctant but Alex promised they wouldn’t push Kara or Lena to do anything, they would just… gently direct them in the direction they all knew they were heading anyway.) And so Mission: Get The Idiots Together was born. … Along with the group chat where they complained about the two idiots in question.

“Well ok then. Have a good day.”

“You too. Bye, Alex. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Alex hung up and leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers together and feeling like a Bond villain. Ah yes, it was all coming together now.

Phase 2 - Nia

Nia: Guys it’s all falling apart already

Nia glanced around the CatCo bullpen again, leg nervously bouncing. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she looked back at it, totally-not-suspiciously under her desk. It was a reply from Alex.

Alex: What?? What’s going on?

Nia: Kara’s not here

Alex: She told me she was at lunch over an hour ago! She must be back by now

Nia: Well she’s not! What do I do???

Brainy: Do not worry - I have just just seen her exiting L-corp and she informed me she was heading back to CatCo.

Alex: Ok great. Nobody panic.

Kelly: You guys are taking this way too seriously

Nia: Ok I’ll just do it when she gets back

Alex: Oh btw Kara said they’ve already planned to have a movie night together tonight so that makes our job easier

Brainy: Wait - if they’re already meeting tonight then what is the purpose of my visit to L-corp?

Phase 3 - Brainy

Brainy frowned down at his phone but at that moment the elevator dinged and the doors slid open on Lena’s floor. He stepped out, putting his phone away and nervously smoothing his shirt. Improvisation. He could do that. This plan definitely wasn’t going to end in disaster.

He nodded politely to Jess and she smiled. “Hello. I am here to see Lena Luthor.”

Jess bit back an amused smile and picked up the phone on her desk. “Miss Luthor? Querl Dox is here to see you.” She put it down after a moment and gestured to the large double doors. “You can go right in.”

Brainy nodded again in thanks and moved towards the office. Perhaps they should have drafted Jess into the plan.

Lena stood up and rounded her desk with a slightly confused yet genuine smile as he entered. “Brainy. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He cleared his throat, standing awkwardly in the middle of her office. “I just came to see you. As friends do. Which we are.”

Lena’s eyebrows climbed almost imperceptibly. “Right. Drink?”

Brainy shook his head and she moved over to the side of her office to pour herself a glass of water. “So… I hear you and Kara are having a movie night tonight.”

A little bit of water sloshed over the side of the glass as Lena was pouring it. She had a faint blush on her cheeks when she turned back around which was odd because the AC in her office seemed to be working fine.

“Yes. Well we assumed you would all be too busy to join us. Are you and Nia doing anything tonight?” She sipped her water and moved back to lean against her desk.

Brainy lit up at the mention of Nia. “Yes! We are going paintballing.”

He spent the next half an hour talking about his date with Nia and Nia in general until they both had to get back to work.

Phase 2 (attempt 2) - Nia

“Kara!” Nia slid up to walk along beside her as she stepped from the elevator into the bullpen.

Kara smiled and started walking towards her desk. “Hey, Nia. What’s up?”

“Nothing! I mean… lots of things. The sky, the ceiling, …clouds.”

Kara looked at her a bit weirdly and she laughed awkwardly.

“Anyway… just came to see how you are, mentor.” She lightly punched Kara in the arm.

Kara raised an eyebrow, looking down at where Nia had punched her before slowly sitting down at her desk. “I’m good. Thank you.”

“Great! Oh by the way,” Nia smoothly segued into her part of the mission with complete subtlety and absolutely no suspiciousness, “I accidentally double ordered flowers and chocolates for Brainy. I figured I’d give one lot to you and maybe you could do something with them.”

She rushed over to her desk and grabbed the bouquet of flowers and heart-shaped box of chocolates waiting there, depositing them in front of Kara.

“Oh wow. Thanks Nia.” Kara grinned up at her before picking up the box of chocolates and peeling off the sellotape.

Nia’s eyes widened and she tried not to scream in panic as Kara opened the box and just started eating the chocolates. Kara offered one to her with a smile and she managed to croak out a “no thanks” before she ran off back to her desk to inform the group chat of the latest development.

Phase 4 - Kelly

Kelly sighed as her phone blew up with notifications of her panicking group of friends. How this had ended up being her life was a mystery.

The elevator slowed and opened to the bustling CatCo bullpen just as she saw Kara disappear through the emergency exit at the back. She sighed again and got straight back into the elevator, unlocking her phone.

Kelly: I’m guessing Kara just got called away for a Supergirl emergency?

Alex: Sorry

Kelly: Phase 4 failed

Alex: Shit. Brainy, I need you to take over phase 4 when Kara gets back to the DEO. Kelly, you just get to L-corp.

Nia: Wait but if I’m now going to L-corp to give Lena chocolates instead won’t it be a little suspicious that we’ve all suddenly decided to to go visit her on the same day?

Alex: Shit you’re right. Ok, Nia, you take over phase 6 while you’re at L-corp and Kelly, you come by Kara’s later for phase 4.

Phase 4b - Brainy

Brainy stared at his phone, unsure whether he was still supposed to be attempting phase 4. Before he could ask, Kara strode up beside him and sat on the desk he was sitting at.

“Did you see how hard I hit that guy?” Kara grinned, swinging her legs.

Brainy gulped, quickly turning off his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. “Yes. Very impressive. Is Alex back yet?”

Kara shook her head. “She and the backup team are just on their way back with the bad guy.”

He nodded. Right. Motivate Kara to tell Lena about her feelings. He could do this.

“Did you know that the mortality rate of unmarried people is much higher than that of married people?”

Kara’s head snapped over to him with a mildly horrified expression. “What?”

Perhaps that was not the right starting point. “Well… maybe that means one could keep someone they care about from dying so much by… marrying them?”

Kara chuckled. “Unfortunately I’m not sure marriage is a cure for death.”

There was a sadness creeping in behind her eyes and Brainy began to panic even further. Making Kara upset was definitely not part of the plan. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind to try to cheer her up again.

“Do you want to see a video of baby pandas that Nia sent me?”

Alex gave them a bit of an odd look when she got back to see them laughing at videos of pandas rolling around but Brainy would say improvised phase 4 had been a success.

Phase 2.5/ 6 - Kelly Nia

Nia strode into Lena’s office with her most friendly and least suspicious smile.

“Nia. What a surprise. You and Brainy in one day.” Lena stood and gave Nia a brief but warm hug.

She was wearing a jade sheath dress that brought out the green in her eyes, with sleeves that came down to just above her elbows. Her usual deep red lipstick was missing, replaced with a natural colour (or it may have just been lip balm). Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and had been left slightly wavy rather than perfectly straightened. At least they didn’t have to worry about making sure Lena looked good for tonight.

“Hey Lena. I just came by because I ordered too many chocolates for Brainy and I thought maybe you could have one to give to someone or something.” She sat casually in front of Lena’s desk, pulling another box of chocolates she had bought on the way over out her back and setting them on the desk.

Lena sat back down with an amused smile. “How thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

“You know,” Nia relaxed back into the chair, looking off into the distance in a completely normal and not at all overly dramatic gesture. “I’m so glad Brainy and I talked about how we felt. We’re so happy together and I can’t imagine how much I would have regretted not saying anything. You know… because we’re so happy together now and we wouldn’t be if neither of us had said anything”

Lena nodded slowly. “I’m glad you’re both so happy together.”

“And you know, we should always speak our minds.” She adopted the persona of a motivational speaker, channeling her inner Kelly. “Because we can’t let ourselves be silenced, Lena. You are a powerful woman with a great mind, great hair, and a jawline that could cut glass.”

“... thank you?”

Nia placed her hand over Lena’s on the desk, nodding seriously. “You’re welcome.”

And with that she stood and strutted out of the room.

Nailed it.

Phase 7 - Alex

Alex turned up at Kara’s just after she got home. Kara opened the door, looking very confused at the sight of her sister.

“Alex? What are you doing here? Don’t you have to get ready for your date?”

Alex pushed into the apartment, patting Kara’s arm on the way past. “I just came to see my little sister beforehand. Make sure you’re doing okay.”

Kara closed the door with a raised eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Alex shrugged, dropping her bag onto the kitchen island with a clunk. “Well I just wanted to see you since I can’t spend the evening with you. I didn’t want you to feel alone.”

Kara glanced at her watch. “Oh. Ok. Well Lena’s going to be here soon so you don’t have to worry.”

Alex waved her off and moved into her bedroom, flicking through the clothes on the rack.

“... what are you doing?”

Alex ignored her, picking out a neat navy blue button down. “Hey, why don’t you wear this? I haven’t seen you in it before.”

Kara frowned. “I’ve definitely worn that around you before.”

“Well I don’t remember.” She shoved the shirt into Kara’s arms and directed her towards the bathroom. “Put it on for me.” She decided Kara’s beige slacks were good enough, not wanting to push too far. Her hair was already perfectly curled in a half up half down look as though she had only just done it so that was fine.

Kara appeared again a moment later in the new shirt looking confused. Alex interrupted her before she could say anything.

“Brrrr. It’s cold in here.”

Kara frowned. “Is it?”

“Yes. Us humans get cold, you know.” She moved into the kitchen, not taking any questions. “You should light some candles.”

“Candles? To warm my apartment?”

Alex ignored her, rifling through cupboards for matches. She found them with a bunch of Kara’s own candles. A rather large number of candles actually that all looked new and smelled nice. Looks like she hauled all those candles over in her handbag for nothing.

Kara helped her set up the candles nicely around her apartment, continuously glancing over at her as though worried Alex had sustained some kind of head injury.

Alex was saved from having to come up with a more plausible explanation by a knock on the door.

Phase 4 (attempt ?) - Kelly

“Kelly? What are you doing here?”

Kelly hugged Kara and made her way into the now softly glowing and smelling faintly of sandalwood apartment. “I came to see you. I know how hard it can be for some people on Valentine’s day if they don’t have a romantic partner. But it’s completely normal and we shouldn’t be made to feel any less for it - in fact there are plenty of people who never have a relationship and lead very happy and fulfilled lives.”

Alex elbowed her in the side, smiling innocently.

Kelly cleared her throat, pushing back at Alex a little. “Although we also shouldn’t be afraid to look for a relationship. It’s important to be honest with ourselves and others, and sometimes things that seem scary can actually be okay and very rewarding.”

Alex nodded along beside her and Kara looked between the two of them.

She nodded slowly. “Right.”

Another knock at the door drew Kara’s attention away and Alex sighed in relief, holding her hand up to Kelly for a sneaky high five which she returned with an eye roll.

Kara’s voice took on a breathy awed quality that only ever appeared around Lena as she opened the door. “Lena. Hi.”

Lena smiled shyly, ducking her head. “Hi.”

Kara stepped aside to let her in, taking her coat.

“Hey Lena.” Alex waved at her.

Lena’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Alex. Kelly. I thought you two had a date?”

Alex nodded excessively, taking Kelly’s hand. “Yes we do. And we should really be going so that we’re not late.”

They awkwardly sidled between Kara and Lena out of the apartment, looking one last time between them before smiling and walking off down the hall.

Alex grinned as she heard the door close behind them. “Do you think it worked?”

Phase …???

They were just leaving Kara’s building when Nia and Brainy came running up to them.

“Alex! Kelly!” Nia doubled over, hands on her knees and breathing hard as she reached them. She thrust her hand out towards them, bouquet of roses clutched in her fist. “Kara forgot the flowers at CatCo.”

Alex gasped and snatched them from her hand, turning to rush back inside. Everyone else ran after her, taking the stairs two at a time. They stomped down the hall to Kara’s door and Alex pushed it open, all four of them bursting in.

Kara and Lena were locked in an open mouthed kiss in the kitchen, Lena pressed up against the island as Kara gripped her hips, thumb slipping under her shirt. Lena’s hands were tangled in Kara’s hair, pulling her closer in a decidedly non-platonic way. A bouquet of plumerias sat on the island behind them and the dining table was laid romantically with a meal that looked to be from France.

The pair sprang apart at the loud bang of Kara’s door against the wall, Lena ducking her head and pulling her lips into her mouth as Kara moved slightly in front of her as though attempting to hide that they had just been thoroughly making out.

The four in the doorway gaped at the scene before them.

“Well. I guess the plan worked.”

[6ix-dragons]

Campsite Intimacy

Series: Fairy Tail Pairing: Natsu/Lucy Rating: 18+ Word Count: ~5.8K words Sinfully NaLu 2020 Prompts: Marking, Biting

Note: This fanfic can also be found over at my AO3, FFN, and PF accounts! :)

EXPLICIT CONTENT ADVISORY: The following story contains graphic sexual descriptions, and strong language. Reader’s discretion is strongly advised!

---

The makeshift bonfire crackled with small embers dancing around the rising flames, underneath the purplish-peach skies of dusk.

Just steps away from the campfire, situated a large, tall green tent nearby. The light from the fire shone through the fabric of the tent, revealing a pair of human-like shadows on top of each other, as muffled noises struggled to escape from the tent's open gaps.

Within its spacious interior, those very noises clearly turned to moans, and gasps, as the tent's occupants settled into their intimacy with one another.

"Natsu," the blonde female gasped loudly, finding herself on top of their sleeping pad, on her back. Said pink-haired male hovered over her, his lips pressing heavily against her own, in a slant.

"Lucy," he breathed out huskily, peppering her mouth with hungry kisses, not minding her hands around the back of his neck.

What became a wonderful day to spend outdoors had eventually turned to a night of intimate love for both. It was just the two of them, together, by themselves.

His fingers brushing the side of his lover's face, Natsu moved them away, where he snuck them underneath the hem of her white blouse. Lucy groaned deeply into their kiss, when she felt his fingers ghost up the side of her body, and made their way to her breast—fondling it, through her bra.

The blonde responded, by moving her hands under his body, where her fingers made quick work of undoing the buttons on his plaid, light jacket. Sitting up—forcing Natsu to straddle her, on his knees, Lucy tried to pry the jacket away from him. The pink-haired Dragneel helped her, shrugging it off, where it slipped away from him completely.

"This has been the best night we've ever had," Lucy panted, having pulled away from his lips.

Natsu also panted, grinning wildly at her, sitting cross-legged. "The best night we've ever had, so far."

The blonde giggled at him, followed closely by his goofy laugh.

"Hey, Natsu," Lucy began to ask, as she undid the purple ribbons tying her hair into twin-tails, freeing it into long, looser strands that fell closer to her waist. "Was this totally your idea to bring us out here, all along?"

The pink-haired male beamed at her. "Oh, you bet it was my idea! I wanted us to spend some time, together, away from the city."

Her lips stretched into a sweet smile. "That's so nice of you." She then straddled his lap, nearly catching him by surprise. "I really appreciate everything that you've done, for us both," Lucy murmured, resting her arms over his shoulders.

Natsu gave a sheepish chuckle. "Don't mention it."

Right away, the two of them resumed their lip-lock, both leaning in for a simmering kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds, before Lucy released from his lips—allowing her to tug her sleeveless blouse over her head, from its hem.

The young Dragneel was in awe, after she tossed away her top from behind her. His eyes were directed at the strapless, baby-blue bra that perfectly hugged the curves of her generous breasts. Her cleavage became highly pronounced, when she squeezed her arms against the sides of her bosom, and leaned a little forward.

Before he could even respond, however, he sensed that there was something tugging at the bottom of his shirt. His attention drew away from her breasts, and down to her hands lifting up the hem of his black V-neck tee. With one hand on his abdominals, Lucy could feel how well-built they were, while she struggled to get the shirt off of him. Natsu finally helped her, pulling the sleeveless shirt over his head, throwing it away behind him.

His lips drawing out a sneaky grin, Natsu quickly pressed his lips onto hers, while his hands ran up and down the exposed skin of her sides. Lucy groaned lightly at the warmth of his lips, and the caresses his hands made. The kiss intensified passionately, as their tongues swirled around, and clashed against each other. Unbeknownst to Lucy, his hands snuck around her back, fingers trying their best to locate the clasp on her bra.

An annoyed groan escaped Natsu, when he didn't feel it on the back of her bra, his fingers tugging at only soft fabric, instead. The blonde, however, realized what he was trying to do, upon feeling those very tugs.

Without a word, Lucy pulled away from him—only to push him down to the mat, catching him off-guard, again.

Finding her straddling his hips, Natsu leaned up slightly to watch her, as her fingers moved to the front clasp. In one swift move, her enormous mounds were freed from its bindings, as the large cups of her bra separated from each other. The pink-haired Dragneel found himself mesmerized, by the rhythmic bounces her breasts made, after they were released.

Noticing the deepening red across his face, Lucy gave a coy giggle, and narrowed her eyes teasingly. She brought her hands on top of her breasts, and pressed her arms against the sides of them, bringing them together. "Like what you see?"

Natsu responded, wordlessly, by smoothing his palms over her flat abdomen, before darting them towards her perky pair. Gasping cries escaped the blonde, upon feeling his large hands run all over her mounds, his fingers kneading against them a bit roughly. A naughtier grin scrawled on his face, the more he dug his fingers into the supple flesh of them, while also brushing them over her pebbled buds—which hardened from being openly exposed to the air around them.

The warmth of his touches was always something that Lucy enjoyed, in the times they made love to each other. It was especially so, with his hands on her most intimate parts of her body. All these caresses had stoked the fire, deep inside her.

"Natsu…ah!" Head dropping back, the blonde gasped, and panted. "Please…"

As her pink-haired lover continued to fondle her breast with one hand, his other hand skimmed down her abdomen. Swiftly, it arrived at the silver, metal buttons of her denim shorts. His fingers managed to unfasten the first two, only for Lucy to realize this, as well.

Natsu grunted, as he found himself back down on the mat, by her. Raising his head slightly, he could see her unfasten the final button of her shorts, revealing the matching baby-blue of her panties beyond them. He then lifted his stare towards his blonde lover's face, whose sultry smile met his very eyes. His mouth opened up into his charmingly-bold, dirty grin, in response.

Lucy quickly leaned in on him—letting her tresses fall around them, in a field of bright-yellow surrounding their faces. She seized his lips again, with the same, intense passion. With one hand on her lover's cheek, her other hand grasped the top edge of her loosely-open shorts, shifting them down. Pushing, and kicking gently, she let the cut-off shorts slip down her legs, where they eventually ended up wrapped around her feet. With another light, raised kick, the pair of shorts ended up further away, on the mat.

Low, muffled hums rumbled from Natsu, as he felt her mounds press up, and flatten against his chest, feeling her erect nipples rub around against his own. The sensation was likewise for Lucy, who released a few groans that were suppressed in their kiss. Natsu then grunted loudly, when he felt her grind against his groin. Delighted moans escaped her lips, as she felt the hardening bulge through his pants, every time she lowered her pelvis against it.

It wasn't long, until the two lovers pulled their faces away from each other, needing to catch their breaths. Both could feel the hearts of one another, thrumming wildly through their chests, as they did.

His eyes half-lidded, Natsu locked his gaze on her large, doe-like ones, breathing hoarsely. "Lucy…"

Narrowing her brown eyes sultrily at him, her smile curved in the same manner, the blonde stifled a teasing giggle to herself. A gasp sounded out from Natsu, when he felt her lips press roughly against his neck, followed by what appeared to be her teeth nicking the skin of it.

Holding back an amused hum, Lucy trailed her head down to his chest, where she left another deep kiss on his sternum. As he leaned up nearly upright, Natsu watched her leave a trail of deep kisses down the front of his torso, leading to his lower-half.

Her eyes widened slightly, with intrigue, upon them meeting the bulge in his trousers, which had poked out more. The sight of it had made her sweep the tip of her tongue across her lips.

"L…Lucy?" Natsu raised his eyebrows at her, sitting up straight.

Through his narrowed gaze, the pink-haired Dragneel kept his eyes on the kneeling blonde below him, who then made her next move.

Her fingers rushed towards the top button of his denim jeans, unfastening it. They then went to the zipper below, pulling the fly down, revealing the fiery-red of his boxer briefs.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Lucy hooked her fingers around the waist band of his jeans, along with his boxers. Pulling them down past his waist, her eyes fell upon his phallus—springing out free from its confines.

In her mind, she marveled at how thick, muscular, and erect, it was, as it remained at full-mast. Then, her eyes travelled up to its bulbous, mushroom-shaped head. She noticed that there was a bit of glistening fluid already built up from its tip, threatening to leak out.

Natsu's breath hitched, when he felt her hand reach out for a firm grasp of his shaft. His head then dropped back, letting away a sudden moan, when the blade of her tongue flicked against the tip.

"Guh! A-ah…Lucy…." The pink-haired male gripped the fabric of the mat behind him, soft moans spilling out from him. "H-ah…fuck…"

Lucy released a few low, quiet hums, as she brushed her lips against the side of his cock, in a sweeping motion. His manhood twitched, and throbbed, in response. Natsu's breaths picked up, upon watching his lover roll her tongue up and down his phallus, and all around it. Instantly, he hissed out a curse, when he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock, first, before fully taking in the rest of it.

Taking him in, deep, Lucy pulled her mouth back, leaving only the head being surrounded by her oral cavern. Breathing through her nose, she began moving her head back and forth, pushing her mouth in further, before reeling back.

If there was anything she enjoyed about his cock, for every time she went down on him, it would be its musky scent. As well, the slightly-bitter taste of the pre-cum that seeped from its tip. The thrill of doing this with him, however, had aroused her further. It made the burning desire in the piths of her body rise higher.

It also made her sense a certain kind of wetness that would seep through her panties…the more she kept at it.

His sights falling back to the blonde below him, Natsu focused on her head bobbing up and down. Pleasured sighs escaped under his breath, the pink-haired male struggling to keep his eyes on her.

Lucy continued to work her lips, and tongue, around his shaft, repeating the same motions of her head. Suddenly, she felt his large hand on top of her head, firmly gripping the tuft of it that forced her movements to a halt.

Slowly pulling her mouth away from his twitching shaft, coated completely with her saliva, Lucy looked up at her lover. "Na…Natsu?" Her hand remaining around the base of his shaft, she panted heavily, chest heaving about. "I-is something…wrong?"

Said pink-haired male shook his head at her. "No, no," he finally spoke up. "It's just that…I wanted to do the same thing to you, too."

Lucy narrowed her brown irises, hazy with lust, at him. "Is that right?"

She stroked his slickened shaft, teasingly, earning her a low moan from him. The blonde then saw him return with a genuine, coy-like grin, under green eyes intent with lust.

A naughty giggle sneaked from her. "Well, if you insist…"

Natsu chuckled quietly, pushing away the final remaining clothes from his legs, as Lucy began to crawl all over him. While he lay flat against the mat's surface, Lucy turned her whole body around, allowing her lover the full view of her most-intimate area.

His sights were met with her high-cut briefs over him. They captivated Natsu, in that there was a rather-large dark patch, where it covered over the spot between her legs. He could also see some of the moisture leaking out from there, trickling down her inner thighs.

Turning her head behind her, Lucy raised a curved eyebrow at him, his hands resting on her rotund bottom. "Ah…Nat-su?"

Right away, the blonde cried out in a squeal, when she felt his tongue press against her entrance, through her damp briefs.

Her body shuddered at every lick he made, as he lashed the blade of his oral muscle onto it. Shifting aside the fabric of her panties, Natsu traced the tip of his tongue around the outer folds of her exposed pussy, before dipping into her inner folds with it.

"Oh, God! Ah!" Lucy squealed again, her eyebrows twitching. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to suppress her loud mewls, to no avail. "Natsuuu!"

His hands holding her ass in place, fingers digging into its supple skin, Natsu continued to pleasure her with his tongue. Low, delighted hums left his breath, as he gathered up the clear fluid that leaked from her clit, finding its taste to be a little sweet.

The enjoyment of giving her pleasure was short-lived, however, having been interrupted by the same, familiar wet-and-warm sensation on his cock. Pulling his mouth away from her nether-lips, a raised moan spilled from Natsu, as he felt her tongue sweep upward from the base of his shaft.

Lucy softly moaned, while she gave a few, husky licks across his phallus. At the same time, aside from the occasional twitch of his cock, she noticed that his hands on her ass were trembling. Smiling deviously to herself, the blonde swirled her tongue around the sensitive parts of its head, first, causing him to hiss. She then wrapped her lips around the head of his phallus, before sliding it further down to take more of his shaft. It earned Lucy a protracted, pleasured sigh from her lover, underneath.

"Mmmh…Lucy…." Natsu breathed out gruffly, taking in the warm and moist sensation of her mouth that enveloped around him, her lips and tongue sliding up and down his shaft, in repeated motions.

Not wanting to let her have all the fun, the pink-haired Dragneel resumed his ministrations. His fingers tugged at the band of her panties, slipping them past her thighs. With her knickers out of the way, he used his fingers to spread apart her entrance. Muffled cries escaped Lucy, while she worked her mouth around his cock, as she felt his tongue probe deeply around her inner folds.

A suppressed mewl was released from her, while she hastened the pace of her movements. "Ahh…Natsu…."

Her lover let out a muffled sigh, in response, digging his tongue roughly, and swirling it around inside her clit. Natsu then grunted deeply, when he felt her fingers run, and press against his testes—along with his cock reaching further into her oral cavern.

Holding back her groans, Lucy plunged her mouth down his shaft, taking more of it, while she massaged his testes below.

Sensing the familiar tingles in the base of spine that became more frequent, and intense, Natsu knew that he wasn't going to last that long.

Retracting his mouth from her sopping clit, Natsu took the time to catch his breath, before he finally spoke up to get her attention. "Ah…Lucy?"

Having heard him from under her, the blonde slowly ceased the bobbing of her head, before drawing her mouth away from his cock. Strings of her saliva bowed between the tip of her tongue, and the head of his shaft, before breaking apart. Panting roughly, Lucy peered down upon his throbbing phallus. She noted the head of it—which was in a deep shade of angry red, with the urgent need to release.

The blonde finally responded, having caught her breath. "Y-yes?"

Natsu's lips creased to a small grin. "I'm ready to stick it in…I want to be inside you."

"…Yeah," Lucy breathed out, with a little nod of her head. She then turned her head around, behind her. "Uh…do you have a condom, by any chance?"

Blinking for a second, the pink-haired male affirmed with a smile. "Ah, yeah! I do have one on me, somewhere…"

Lucy simpered, as she crawled away from Natsu, allowing him to search for it. While he did, the blonde took note of her briefs already slipped past her knees. She took the last remaining article of clothing she had on her, off from her feet, before casting them off outside the mat.

While it was a little inconvenient—for him, especially, Natsu fully understood about the importance of using such protection, every time he made love to her. While it would be nice to think of what it would be like, to have a child, together…the time still wasn't right for that, in his mind.

"Ugh, where is it," he muttered to himself, as he checked through the pockets of his discarded jeans, and then his jacket. "That's strange…I thought I had one lying around in there."

The clear of her throat immediately brought his attention away from his search.

Natsu turned around, and raised his eyebrows at his blonde lover—who sat on her knees, leaning in towards him. Held firmly in her fingers, was the square foil packet that he had long, desperately searched for.

Narrowing her eyes at him, with a teasing smile, she lightly waved the wrapper around. "Is this what you're looking for?"

"Y-yeah!" Natsu nodded simply, blinking with a dumbfounded expression. "Where did you—"

"I found it in the pocket of our backpack," she explained, with a cheeky smile. "Did you mean to put it in there?"

Slightly flustered at his forgetfulness, Natsu shifted his glance aside. "Yeah," he laughed awkwardly, "I actually meant to."

Lucy giggled teasingly at him. "Silly dragon."

Natsu chuckled back, returning with his usual, charming grin. He then leaned in to place an affectionate kiss on her cheek.

Taking the foil wrapper from her, Natsu carefully opened it up, removing the rubber contraceptive from its packaging. Setting aside the torn-open wrapper, somewhere, he took caution in properly slipping down the condom around his phallus, pinching the tip afterward.

Lucy raised a curved eyebrow at him, over her narrowed, lustful eyes. "Ready?"

His grin widened, at its boldest. "You bet."

Lucy giggled again, when her lover set her down onto the mat, as he hovered over her. Her fingers brushed the sides of his face, resting around his cheeks.

"Natsu,” she whispered, gazing into his bright-olive irises. They were as hazy as hers, filled with sincere passion within.

His fingertips also resting on the side of her face, Natsu held his breath at how gorgeous she appeared before him, when she happily smiled. Unable to resist himself, he took no time in slanting his lips deeply over hers, at once. Lucy brought her hands around the back of his neck, as they slipped their tongues into each other's mouths, again.

Pulling away from her mouth, Natsu dove under her chin, placing a deep kiss against her pulse. Shuddering moans poured out from her gape, while she felt the tip of his tongue sweep over the middle of her neck.

Slightly lifting her head, Lucy watched him in awe, as he moved down to her chest. The blonde then dropped her head back to the mat, and cried out, when she felt both his hands roughly grasp her breasts, and the slickly-warm sensation of his mouth over one of her nipples. Her body began to squirm around, at those sensations.

Delighted murmurs leaked out under his breath, as he suctioned his lips around her hardened bud, swirling his tongue around it. At the same time, he dug his hands against her round, melon-sized mounds, noting the overflowing flesh slipping past the gaps made between his fingers. Hearing her every moan, and mewl, Natsu pried his mouth away from her nipple, before enclosing it on her other, unattended one. It earned him a squeal from the squirming blonde underneath.

Her cries and moans became a bit louder than they were, as her pink-haired lover continued to run his tongue around her other nipple, while running his fingers over the previous one.

Natsu finally ended his foreplay on her, leaving behind a few deep kisses against the undersides of her mounds, causing her to whimper at every kiss he made on them.

Panting heavily, Lucy lifted her head again, her sights falling upon him. "Natsu…please…"

Spreading her thick thighs apart, Natsu guided his cock, with one hand, towards her entrance. Another whimper escaped the blonde, having felt the tip of him brush up against her clit. A choked gasp from her had followed, when the head of it pushed past her vaginal opening.

As he leaned in to settle over her, he pulled his hips back, before plunging his entire shaft into her, in a single thrust. Lucy cried out loudly, in response, feeling a surge of pleasure shooting across her body.

"Natsu!" Arching her back instinctively, the blonde wrapped her arms around his upper-back. She held onto him, for dear life.

"Lucy," he grunted into the crook of her neck, growling quietly at the warm, wet, and silky sensations that greeted him.

Even with the condom around him, Natsu still experienced those very sensations he had missed so dearly. It was the same sentiment shared by the woman underneath him. Lucy could feel every inch, and every twitch of his cock within her inner walls.

The intense, initial sensations subsiding for both of them, Natsu quickly slid his lips over hers, as he began to thrust slowly into her. Guttural moans spilled from their lips, as the pace of his thrusts started to pick up.

Lucy then pulled her lips away from his. "Ahh! Natsu, please!" Her sleek legs wrapped around his hips closely, riding up against them. "Harder! Oh, God!"

The blonde then dug her fingers into his upper-back, dragging her nails against his skin, leaving scores and lines of red welts on it.

Natsu grunted deeply, burying his head against the crook of her neck, feeling every drag of her fingernails over where his shoulder blades were. He drove his hips against hers, intensely, in response, earning him delighted cries from his lover.

The back of her head pressed down against the mat below her, Lucy took in every bit of pleasure as her pink-haired lover did, with her moans coming out in lilts.

A yelp of surprise suddenly escaped her, when she felt him pull her upright. Her arms flew around the back of his neck, bracing against him, as she found herself straddling his lap, on her knees. She also found her lips being quickly recaptured by her lover's, along with his tongue sneaking into her mouth.

Natsu continued to buckle his hips against hers, with his hands firmly settled around her rotund bottom, bouncing her onto his lap. He grunted lowly at every instance that her wet and warm snatch had tightened around him.

The sloppy kiss only lasted for a brief moment, as the blonde released her mouth from him, again. "Mmmh! Natsu!" Mewls, gasps, and cries left her gape, while her head lolled around from the surges of energy that ran through her body, with every thrust from him.

A particularly-rough thrust from him had sent a great surge of energy through her body, forcing her to sink her teeth into his broad shoulder.

"Yeoww!" Natsu hollered at the sudden, stinging pain brought on by her teeth into his skin. He slowed his thrusts into her, to a grinding halt. "L-Lucy? Did you just bite into my shoulder?"

Upon realizing what she had just done, the blonde's head quickly shot right up, with a heavy tinge of red across her face. "Y-yes!"

He directed his curved eyebrows towards her. "B-but, why?"

She bashfully turned her head, and sights, away from him. "B-because…i-it, felt so g-good…"

Blinking awkwardly at her, for a second, Natsu's lips stretched to his usual, big grin. "Well," he chuckled lightly, "I didn't think my princess would be this bold enough to do that!"

Lucy pouted, as she casted her eyes aside, quietly grumbling. "Oh, stop it, Natsu…"

The pink-haired Dragneel then leaned in closely towards her, with a sneaky smile. "Buuut, since you did bite onto me, 'though…"

Before the blonde could even turn towards him, his teeth swiftly nipped into the skin over the crook of her neck—while, at the same time, he thrusted his hips roughly against hers.

"Kyaaah! Natsuuu!" Lucy cried out, letting her head drop back. She held onto him with an embracing grasp, as he resumed the rocking of his hips.

Natsu sneaked a naughty chuckle under his devilish grin, only to flick his blade of his tongue against the spot on her neck he had bit against. Low groans followed from him, when he felt her fingers grip, and bunch around the strands of his hair at the back of his head, tightly. At the same time, however, he took in the throaty moans, and breathy sighs that escaped her, along with the buckling of her hips against his.

Lucy's gasp hitched, when she felt his tongue suddenly reach her neck, underneath her chin. Her breaths came out shaky, and uneven, as he traced it up her neck, stopping at her pulse. His lips then captured over hers, starting off a much fiercer display of passion between the two lovers, feeling the closer warmth of each other's mouths.

Having reached his tongue against hers, Natsu grunted in surprise, when he felt her hands suddenly grasp around his shoulders firmly. He could barely hear himself yelp, as she forcefully turned their bodies around, in a quick tumble.

Before he knew it, the pink-haired male found himself with his back against the mat. Lifting his head just over it, Natsu could make out her heaving, voluptuous body situated over him. His eyes then met her large, lustrous ones, his blonde lover smiling wickedly down at him, while she straddled his hips.

Her hands rested over his abdomen, where the young female took delight in feeling how well sculpted they were, digging her fingers onto them.

"Lucy," he winced, under half-lidded eyes. His head then dropped back down against the mat, releasing a gasping groan, when he felt her hips shift around against him.

The busty blonde gasped softly, and squeaked, while she began moving her hips experimentally, by herself. It was slow and tantalizing to her lover underneath him, but as she found her pace, and settled into it, she started to pick up the rhythm.

"Mmh! Natsu!" Lucy cried out, rolling her hips against him. Her hands moved behind her, where they rested onto his thighs. "Oh, God! Aah!"

"Lu-cy…" Natsu hissed at how incredibly warm she was, around his phallus, feeling every coil of her inner walls all over it. His hands flew instinctively to her waist, guiding her. "Ah…hah…f-fuck…"

Struggling to keep his eyes wide open, he lifted his head again, watching his blonde lover bounce up and down over his cock. Through heavily-lidded sights, he could see her enormous mounds rise, and fall, every time she dropped her hips down against him.

Lifting his upper-body even more, Natsu released his hands from her waist, where they smoothed up over her flat, toned belly. Lucy squealed away, her head dropped back, as she felt his calloused fingers roughly kneading her mounds. Combined with how deep his cock reached into her depths, his intensely-warm touches had added way more to the pleasure that coursed through her body.

It didn't take long, until Lucy had pushed Natsu right back down onto the mat, forcing another grunt from him. She then buckled her hips wildly against his, the busty Heartfilia's moans and cries becoming louder than before.

"Natsuuu!" Lucy rocked her hips even more, feeling the ball of energy deep in her core building up higher. "Oh, God! Oh, yes!"

Her pink-haired lover underneath her had growled, clenching his teeth. He could now feel the same energy in his core about to burst. "Lucy!" He gripped the mat underneath him, tightly. "I'm…I'm gonna—"

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Lucy cried out those words, in a quick chant, while she kept riding away against his hips. "I'm gonna cum, too, Natsu!"

"Hah…fuck!" Natsu snarled hoarsely, as his hands flew over to her waist, yet again. "That's it…cum for me—"

"Yes! Yes!" Lucy squealed, her tongue hanging out from her gape, while she rolled her hips fiercely. "I'm cumming! I'm cu—"

With a sharp drop of her hips, the pressure that built up so much within them had finally come apart, sending them over the edge. At once, the busty blonde threw her head well back—with a piercing cry that left her wide-open mouth shortly. She could feel the intense warmth within her core spread outward into the rest of her lower body.

Simultaneously, Natsu let out a few primal growls, and grunts, clenching his jaw. Alongside the incredibly-warm sensation of her inner walls contracting around him, in a binding, vise-like grip, he could feel his liquid heat pulsing out in spurts.

The two of them remained in place, paralyzed by the spasms of energy that shot through their bodies, letting the mounting surges of their pleasure claim them both. As their climaxes gradually subsided, their sweaty bodies shuddering delightfully upon it, both lovers began catching their breaths.

Her chest heaving heavily, Lucy panted in an uneven pace. She could just feel her body about to give out, every part of her body feeling like gelatin. The blonde then let the rest of her body collapse onto her lover's, when she felt his hands slowly slip away from her waist. Her lips immediately seized his, upon doing so, while she cradled the sides of his face with her hands.

Both of them could feel the slickened skins of one another, as they pulled each other in for a smoldering kiss. Muffled groans, and sighs, escaped their mouths, as Natsu brushed his hands over her blonde locks that covered the sides of her head.

Finishing their kiss, Lucy pulled away from his mouth, before rolling her body off of him, onto her side facing him. Natsu followed, turning his body around, so that he was also on his side, directly facing her.

"Natsu," she whispered sweetly, giggling at him. "That was amazing."

He grinned at her, in response, the tips of fingers sweeping aside the front fringes of her hair that clung to her forehead, before resting them over the side of her face. "You sure enjoyed it, didn't ya, Luce?"

Lucy could only give him her heart-warming smile, sneaking another giggle. "I sure did."

Chuckling quietly, Natsu then shifted his body around, again, so that he was sitting up instead. This allowed his blonde lover to reach for a hand towel from one of their travel bags. While she wiped the sweat that gathered all over her body, as well as whatever remained between her legs, Natsu carefully slipped the condom off from his half-flaccid phallus.

Holding it up from its rubbery ring, the pink-haired Dragneel was thankful that the condom managed to hold up. He was then surprised to know that he had come a lot more than he had in the previous times he made love with her. His cheeks burning red at the thought of it, Natsu quickly tied it up into a knot, from its ring top, and crawled over to the wastebasket nearby.

As he disposed the used condom by dropping it into the small basket, Lucy slipped on the baby-blue briefs that were previously outside the mat. Before she could even locate her matching bra, however, her attention was diverted, when she heard a loud rustling that came from right outside their tent.

Whipping her head towards the direction of where the noise was coming from, her eyes imminently met a large shadow that formed through the light-green of the tent's fabric. The sudden sight of it caused her to screech, the blonde covering her bare chest with her arms.

Her screech immediately brought his attention to her, as Natsu quickly turned around. "Lucy!" His head turned back in a snap, looking at her. "What's wrong?!"

The pink-haired male then froze, only for him to blink blankly, at the shadow that Lucy saw.

As it slowly dawned upon them, said shadow in question was that of a cat. It became more apparent to both, when they heard a little, high-pitched 'meow' in the next brief moment.

Natsu's smile grew wide, upon realizing whose 'meow' had belonged to. "Happy!"

Lucy was incredulous, her eyes the size of saucer plates. "Happy?"

Crawling towards the tent's closed entrance, Natsu zipped it fully open. A small, blue-furred cat then made its way inside their quarters, greeting them with another meow.

Lucy sighed in relief, pulling up the sheets to cover her body, and over her chest, as her pink-haired lover pulled the zipper back up again to close the entrance.

"I was wondering where you went," Natsu smiled brightly at his pet companion, softly rubbing its back. "You didn't get yourself lost in anything, did you, now?"

Happy meowed back in his response, his tail curling, and wavering around.

The blonde simpered at them, right as he returned back to her, pulling up the sheets that covered only his lower body.

Lucy raised a curved eyebrow at him, with a teasing smile. "Looks like it's never a dull moment with you, Natsu."

Natsu leaned in to leave another amorous kiss on her cheek, before giving her a charming grin. "Hasn't it, always, Luce?"

Both of them then giggled away, as Natsu rested his hand over hers, before they lay down against the mat. Happy then joined them, taking a rest on top of his chest, Natsu softly rubbing its back again.

Natsu and Lucy then stared into each other's eyes, again, smiling at one another, before they had also entered into their peaceful slumber together.

[skelanonymous]

Body Swap

The first part was done as part of kinktober, but I couldn’t let the idea go. There’s probably a bit more sex than a standard story as a result. 

Pairings scenes in order: Kedgeup, Edgepuff(Fontcest), Kustard (Fellcest), Fellcest, Kustard

Warnings: It was written during kinktober, half the scenes are a little kinky.

Words: 16k

Sans came to flat on his back. His vision was hazy, but he could vaguely make out the shape of Alphys above him. She had a pretty serious look on her face, pointing at him very sternly, and gesturing over to something he couldn’t see.

“E-Edge! I didn’t c-call you here to cause a fight! You could have broken something! You got Sans caught up in this too! Look at him!” She pointed a claw over across the room and Sans turned his head to look.

His eyelights went out.

“Alphys...why is my body over there?” She did a double take, but Sans’s brain had already gone into a panic. His voice hadn’t sounded like his. He whipped himself up to sit and looked at his clothes. Black armor, with a red tattered scarf sweeping around his neck. His gloved hands went to clutch his face, but he even seeing them brought on panic.

“ALPHYS! EXPLAIN THIS INSTANT!” Edge had gotten up and walking menacingly over to her, but his lack of height and Sans’s usual attire dampened it heavily. Sans’s deep voice almost cracked under Edge’s use of it.

“Stop yelling. You’re making me sound as dumb as you.” It was kinda disturbing to watch his own head whip around to glare at him.

“YOU!” His body’s hands gripped at the scarf around his neck. “GET OUT OF THERE! THAT IS MY BODY AND NO ONE BUT I CAN USE IT!”

“Yeah, because I’m super enjoying this right now. Let go of me.” Sans flicked Edge back with a bit of blue magic. At least he still had that. He tipped his head back to glare at Alphys, who was admirably attempting to vanish into the wall. “So...Alphys...w a n t  t o  e x p l a i n ?”

Edge paced back and forth in front of her, much softer without his heeled boots. Slippers didn’t give him much presence. 

“I...I don’t...know?” She hid behind her hands. “I need time to replicate it! Edge broke the machine and I can’t even pretend to fix this until I fix that.” 

“AND HOW LONG WILL THAT TAKE?!” 

“Let me inspect the damage…” And she vanished leaving them alone.

“YOU COMPLETE PIECE OF SHIT. YOU ARE AN IMBECILE AND-”

“I’M the imbecile? Who fucking lashed out like a little fucking kid and broke the machine that did this to us, because I’m pretty damn sure it wasn’t me asshole.” Sans put a hand on these unusually long legs and stood to his new full height. Damn he looked small. “Red’s gunna lose his mind.”

“PAPYRUS! GOD DAMMIT. WE HAD RESERVATIONS!” Edge shuffled around, fiddling with the hoodie around him.

“Because that matters right now. Who’s going to be a Royal Guard in Underfell tomorrow?” Sans sighed, exasperated and mind working overtime. It’s not like Edge could show up in his body. He’d be dust in minutes, and Edge was useless in the lab even though Sans could do his work in this body.

“YOU OBVIOUSLY. WE’RE NOT TELLING ANYONE ABOUT THIS.” 

“Red will when I show up in your body. And then try to convince him it’s not a prank.” Sans pinched his nasal ridge, and Edge instantly stopped pacing.

“Unless I show up in your body.”

“What?” He turned to stare at Edge, his eyes distant and unfocused.

“I could be you. And go home to Red.” Edge had purposely lowered his voice, and it did sound much more like Sans. 

“And why would you do that?” Edge’s face went blue.

“Do you not want to go home to Papyrus?” Sans didn’t answer, but did let his mind wander.

He could sweep in as Edge, take his brother out to dinner, have a good evening. They’d go back home and be comfy on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket in their home, and maybe Paps would turn his face up to look at him. All leaned against him, face bright orange and wanting...

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND?”

-------------------------

In the end, Alphys gave them a week. A few days to fix the machine, and another few to match the previous conditions. Edge and Sans agreed to return in a week, told Alphys to keep this quiet, and walked out. After an hour or so, they met at Waterfall, in the quiet bench area.

“THIS PLAN IS PRETTY SHITTY.” 

“You just need to put in more effort. I’m dying in this despicable hoodie, but I’m making it work.” Edge attempted to casually slouch, making a more lax face. The casual grin looked so off it was giving Sans anxiety. 

“WELL, THEN ALL I NEED TO DO IS TALK ABOUT HOW GRAND AND TERRIBLE I AM. LET ME KEEP YELLING.” Sans was grateful this body was used to this. His voice would’ve been gone instantly. He glared at Edge, standing up straight and marvelling at the lack of pain. “THIS RUSE IS MISSING SOMETHING.”

“And what would that be, edgelord?” Edge winked. He chuckled and put on a pretty convincing contented grin.

“ARE YOU THIS INSUFFERABLE IN BED TOO?” Sans smirked at the flash of indignation.

“I don’t think that’s your business.”

“I’M SURE PAPYRUS WILL NOTICE IF I’M NOT AS ATTENTIVE AS USUAL. RED WILL NOTICE IF YOU TRY TOO FUCKING HARD.”

“...you could have a point. Maybe.” Edge looked unimpressed. “So how do you think we should share techniques?” He shrugged stiffly. “It’s not like it matters. One oddly active or lazy night shouldn’t be too off.”

“I DON’T MAKE A LOT OF NOISE.” Sans reached over, and quickly pulled Edge to him. His hand went directly into his own shirt. He grabbed his lowest rib, dragged the unusually long fingers two bones up, and scratched hard along the length of it.

“AHHHH!” Edge went bright blue. “THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!”

“IF YOU BREAK CHARACTER THIS EASILY, THIS WON’T WORK.” Sans went for another spot, stroking under the sternum. “I DON’T SCREAM LIKE THAT. I DON’T MAKE MUCH NOISE AT ALL.”

Edge fought against the urge to moan, biting down and growling. “I just needed a little warning.” He spun around and cupped Sans crotch. “You’ll struggle with Paps then. He likes vocals.” Edge pulled the pants down a way. He hooked some fingers into his pelvis.

“AHH. YOU’RE JUST NOT THAT EXCITING BASTARD.” And Sans watched him drop to his knees. 

“Think of Paps then.” Sans felt Edge’s breath against his bare pelvis. “He makes the best sounds when I eat out his sweet pussy.” Sans eyelights blipped out the same time Edge pressed a tongue flat against his pelvis.

“FUUUUUUCK.” 

“Language.” Sans glared down at his crotch, but Edge winked and licked up his forming magic.

“YOU’RE PRETTY GOOD AAAAAAAT THIS.” He trailed a hand over Edge’s (his own?) cheek. “I THINK I UNDERSTAND. BUT RED’S GOT A DIFFERENT THING HE WANTS TO HEAR.” Sans pulled Edge up, and into his lap on the nearby bench. He positioned Edge to straddle him and ground up with a purpose.

“Do you…top or bottom?” Edge held in the sound before continuing. “Paps and m-me switch it up sometimes, but I lead mostly.”

“WE’RE LAZY. IT’S WHATEVER EACH TIME, BUT SHUT UP AND PAY ATTENTION.” Sans gripped Edge’s hips and really rubbed their bones together. Edge hazed out a second, but tried to focus on the words coming out of his old mouth. “YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE THIS.” Sans leaned in to lap at the collarbone he could reach through the shirt.

“Narcissist.” Sans ignored him.

“YOU’RE SO GOOD TO ME. SO GOOD FOR ME.” The words were spoken against his throat. Edge wanted to scoff, but he held it in with everything else. “I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.” 

“He wants overly fluffy nonsense?” The lack of warmth startled him. The intensity of Sans’s glare almost knocked him over.

“YOU BETTER TREAT HIM LIKE HE’S AS GREAT AS ME, LAZY BASTARD. IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD.” A hand gripped the back of his head to guide his eyes. “NOW, LET ME PULL DOWN YOUR FUCKING PANTS AND GET THIS OVER WITH.”

“Who said you’re fucking me, asshole?” Edge also didn’t stop him from pulling his pants down enough so they could fuck almost fully clothed on this bench. Thank god for neither being prone to summoning an ecto body. Fingers roughly crooked inside him.

“THIS PUSSY YOU SUMMONED.” Sans moved him a little cautiously, he didn’t want to make it wholly unenjoyable, but Edge was the last person he’d have chosen to do this with and he wasn’t feeling particularly giving. After some minimal fingering, he lined them up and dropped him.

“MMm!” Edge struggled but wiggled his hips until the ache dulled down. Sans may be smirking at him, but two could play this game. 

“How’s your endurance?” Edge started a positively delicious pace, very quickly moving on the cock impaling him. He breathed through the pleasure, keeping him behind where Sans was, hopefully. The grip on his hips suggested success.

“F-FINE. YOURS COULD USE SOME WORK THOUGH.”

“Wha-” A hand slid between his fold, stroking his clit in time with the thrusts. Edge devolved to soft breathy moans. He looked up at his own face and the look he shared with Sans got to be too much.

“FUCK!” They both peaked within 15 seconds of each other, riding it out until they slowed down to lay against each other and the bench, exhausted and filthy.

“I think...we can handle it.”

“AGREED.”

It took them another five minutes to part, another three to tidy up and check on the plan specifics, and one extra to take one glance back before walking off in opposite directions of their homes. To their unsuspecting brothers’ waiting arms.

----------------------------------

Sans strode confidently through Hotlands towards the city. Being in Edge’s body granted him access to Papyrus, but it meant trying to emulate the taller skeleton, and Sans had a hard time doing so. Confidence didn’t come to him naturally. More accurately, his brain was choosy about when to give it to him. The luxury of choice was gone; he had to fake it for his life and continued ability to look his brother in the eye. 

The boots had taken precious time to master, and Sans still had to walk in a particular manner to keep himself from stumbling. 

Edge had told him about the reservations at the restaurant, explaining it was a semi-regular date night (not a proposal, and Edge had glared and said he’d sooner propose in Sans’s body than give that up) so to act casual. He’d briskly walked in, slightly late, considering the circumstances, but his face lit up seeing Paps.

“Do you have a reservation sir?” Sans caught his casual answer at the last second.

“ACTUALLY, I’M WITH THAT HANDSOME SKELETON OVER THERE, THANK YOU.” Papyrus waved him over, face orange and adorable. Here we go.

“HELLO EDGE! YOU’RE LATE AND I WAS WORRIED. DID SOMETHING HAPPEN AT WORK?” Papyrus tilted his head. Time to test his impressions.

“UNFORTUNATELY. I HAD A...DISAGREEMENT WITH YOUR BROTHER, AND IT RESULTED IN A BROKEN MACHINE. I MOVED SOME HEAVY PIECES FOR ALPHYS AS IT WAS MY FAULT.” Sans reached out and held Papyrus’s hand. “I APOLOGIZE. I SHOULD HAVE INFORMED YOU.” Sans’s brain winced, hoping that adding more words and dropping contractions would work well enough. The only reason he had any clue at all was from knowing Papyrus.

Sans’s advantage over Edge was that he knew his brother very well by now. After the timeline convergence, Papyrus had taken him aside to talk to him. He was worried by Sans’s low energy and depressive tendencies he saw in many other skeletons, and felt that not addressing them directly was contributing. He didn’t know what the older brothers had seen, but it clearly affected him and he shouldn’t have to shoulder this alone.

It had shocked Sans, revealing that as much as he watched his brother, his brother watched right back. And when they talked, really talked, Sans had seen him in a much more accurate light, Papyrus expressing something similar.

They were far more open now, though Sans wouldn’t deny that this unconventional opportunity did tempt him into keeping one more big secret. 

“I WISH YOU WOULDN’T FIGHT WITH HIM SO MUCH. HE DOES MEAN WELL.” He clasped Sans’s gloved hand back. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU HAVE SO MANY ARGUMENTS. HE USUALLY DOESN’T ENGAGE IN THAT KIND OF THING.” Sans held in a laugh. Edge reminded him of Papyrus, if he had been a brat his whole childhood instead of the coolest little brother ever. He didn’t understand how Red tolerated it, encouraged it, but he respected his boyfriend’s choices. 

He mentally winced. He really hoped Red didn’t catch on.

“MAYBE I JUST HIT A PARTICULAR NERVE.” That was an understatement. He drove those thoughts away, he had a goal to accomplish. He smiled warmly at his brother, hoping Edge treated him at least this well. “BUT ENOUGH ABOUT MY DAY. PLEASE, TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.”

-----------------

Edge shuffled through the front door of Sans’s house. Red’s shoes were by the door, but otherwise he was still fully dressed on the couch. He slipped off the slippers, and had to think out his approach before he reached Red. He settled on flopping next to him, falling half a foot sideways to lean on his brother. Then he looked up with a wink.

“Hey.” That sounded very Sans-like, like his brother but more judgey. Red put an arm around him.

“Hey yourself cutie. Get into a fight with my bro again?” Red leaned into him too. It was a cosy couch cuddle puddle. Edge tried to keep himself loose and focus on the comfort.

“Yeah. Tried not to. Know you don’t really like it, but something about him just gets under my skin.” Edge smiled at Red’s laugh. He rarely was this open with him. 

Red had been the tough front of the two up until Edge got old enough to defend himself. Red always held him at arm’s length, not able to really act unguarded around ‘Boss’ for what felt like centuries. It didn’t help that Edge berated him for his non-murdering tendencies and his withdrawn demeanor. The few memories he had of Red laughing this easily near him were heavily split: a few blurry edged ones from childhood and a few in public gatherings after the convergence.

“I appreciate the effort but I know he’s got some rough edges.” Edge laughed, he could do this forever. The weight of this moment almost crushed him. At ease and happy with his brother, cuddled on the couch, it was something his soul desperately craved. It had been a long time since he felt lacking in any way, missing out on an entire half of his brother through stubbornness alone. 

Red sensed Edge’s sudden seriousness, turning his head to stare at Sans’s face after the laughter petered out. 

“Hey, you okay? I know weirdness is my deal, but I got you if you need it.” Well now he’d gone and fucked it up. He had no idea how to even proceed here. It’s not like their instructions to each other were this specific. Fuck it, he’d respond how HE felt, using Sans’s voice.

“Just realized how much I love you.” Red’s face went scarlet. He started shaking.

“I l-love you t-too…” Edge gently pulled Red forward, clanking their mouths together. Red clutched desperately at Edge’s hoodie. He didn’t deepen the kiss at all, sensing that Red was using this to hide, and when he pulled back, he got the full view.

Red’s face was still bright, eyes watering and clearly overwhelmed. His breathing was a mess, hunching his shoulders to make the hood trim cover more of his face. His hands shook hard along Edge’s (Sans’s) back. His brain traced back to his conversation with Sans earlier. He placed a hand on Red’s cheekbones, swiping away a tear that had managed to fall, guiding him gently to look him in the eyes. He prayed the sweet smile didn’t look wrong on this face.

“You’re so beautiful.” Red hiccuped and sniffled.

“Shut up…” He climbed into Edge’s lap, legs both off to one side, seated there and hiding his face in Sans’s hoodie. He wrapped his arms around his older brother.

“If you say so sweetheart.” Edge tilted his head forward, resting at the top of Red’s head. He rested against his shivering brother and felt his eyes start to droop. Maybe Sans’s body was accustomed to it; his soul pulsed happily at the idea of a nap. Edge hadn’t napped in years, but holding Red so close at true peace, he thought that perhaps, just for once, that Sans had it figured out and drifted off.

-------------

Sans and Papyrus had made it home after a very successful date. They had fun, Sans had kept character without straight lying, and holding his brother’s hand as they walked home made him feel happy and light. Papyrus’s happy humming suggested the feeling was mutual.

Their home ritual was neat and organized. They lined up their boots by the door, washing up and changing into pajamas in synchronized harmony. Sans did mess up one drawer pull, but their crazy ordered home was easy to follow.

“EDGE, I DID WANT TO ASK YOU SOMETHING.” Papyrus had been settled on the bed, after a brief hour of TV, and it seemed they were winding down to bed.

“WHAT TROUBLES YOU PAPYRUS? I AM HERE FOR YOU.” Sans tilted his head. He had to fight down his worried face. Edge wasn’t much for worry.

“IT’S NOT SO MUCH TROUBLE AS IT IS A REQUEST.” Papyrus turned to face him, kneeling on the bed. “I KNOW WE’VE DISCUSSED THIS A FEW TIMES NOW, BUT I ALSO KNOW YOU’VE PROMISED TO THINK ON IT AND I WANT TO REVISIT IT.”

Well, that could be a problem. Leave it to Edge to give him this conversation, even if on accident. 

“I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT MANY THINGS, SO I NEED A LITTLE NARROWING DOWN.” Sans turned to face Papyrus as well, but did reach out and hold his hands. “I WANT TO BE ON THE SAME PAGE.”

“IT’S THE SAME CONVERSATION WE KEEP HAVING. I DON’T WANT YOU TO THINK I’M BEGGING, IT TRULY IS ONLY SOMETHING I WANT IF YOU WANT IT AS WELL, BUT I DO WANT TO DO SO, AND TO PRETEND I DON’T WANT THIS FEELS AKIN TO LYING.” Papyrus tightened their hands, knocking them together nervously. Sans ran his thumbs over the worried hands. He had no idea what conversation Edge was having, but he knew Edge hadn’t objected to marrying his brother, so anything else couldn’t be that big of a leap.

“I WANT TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. I AM HESITANT, BUT I AM WILLING TO DO THIS FOR YOU. YOU WILL HAVE TO LEAD ME THROUGH THIS THOUGH.”

Papyrus lit up with a wide bright smile. He didn’t know what he agreed to, but it seemed to have made his brother very happy.

“REALLY?! THANK YOU!” Papyrus leaned in for a brief kiss and stood directly off the bed. “WAIT HERE, I WILL RETURN WITH THE SUPPLIES!” He walked with a bounce in his steps straight out the bedroom door.

Supplies?

Papyrus walked back in with a long stretch of silken rope. He was bright orange, but obviously excited at the prospect of tying Edge up. Sans tried to hide his relaxation, Edge would be nervous right now to try something Papyrus had been talking him into for a while now, but Sans knew he’d be able to handle a little bondage. Hell, he’d even get to be lazy. 

“WILL YOU BE JUST RESTRAINING MY ARMS?” Sans sat up ramrod straight, a little awkward in his forced nervousness. Papyrus pulled it taut.

“I WILL DECIDE THAT.” He averted his eyes, blushing, but turned back to stare at Sans’s (Edge’s) face, suddenly stern. “REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES...PLEASE.”

This was so precious. He dutifully undressed, refolding the clothes to almost the crisp lines he had found them in and set them on the dresser by the wall. He returned to the bedside to await further instruction. Papyrus pointed to the bed.

“LAY BACK ON THE BED. DO NOT RESIST ME.” Sans laid back, letting Papyrus take his arms and tie each one to the corner bed post. He tested the give when Papyrus had finished knotting them up. A quick little tug didn’t have them come loose, and he had enough wiggle room to keep from being uncomfortable. He had done some research. 

“I HAVE DONE AS YOU ASKED. WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?” Sans stared over at him, Papyrus himself getting undressed much the same way Sans had done earlier. 

Papyrus had long smooth bones the entire way up, a cute gangly frame that was cute before, but very attractive right now, doused in the light from the bedside lamp. His soul pulsed in fondness, his bones turning red thinking about what Papyrus had planned. 

“WAIT PATIENTLY.”

He used his long fingers to start working himself up while Sans could only watch. He watched him open his mouth in pleasure. Sans felt his own hips buck along with his brother’s, gently tugging the bonds, but refraining from breaking them to keep playing along.

“IF YOU CAN’T BEHAVE, I’LL MAKE YOU WATCH THE WHOLE TIME.” Papyrus tried to look stern, but did it so shyly that it looked funny, but Sans held his tongue. 

“I’M SORRY. I WILL...ATTEMPT TO KEEP STILL.” Papyrus looked satisfied. He’d have more confidence the next time he tried this, more able to deal with Edge’s inevitable complaints. He felt a finger trail along his sternum.

“NOW, JUST ENJOY.”

Papyrus spent a long time feeling up and down each of his bones, a slow build of feeling, an ebb and flow of magic that didn’t truly gather. It wasn’t enough to draw out whines, but his breathing did get much harsher. Imitating Edge didn’t come as naturally as he hoped.

Papyrus left him in this state of foreplay for much longer than he thought, he didn’t know his brother to be this patient. He had been slowly working open his own ecto while playing. His patience was starting to wane, in time with the rhythm of Papyrus’s fingers squelching inside himself, with his soft moans.

He must’ve heard his thoughts, because he did start to focus his attention. Sans’s magic summoned instantly, jumping out after the lengthy teasing.

“YOU’VE BEEN QUITE GOOD. I THINK I WILL REWARD YOU.”

Sans licked his lips, watching Papyrus’s dripping ecto hover over his hips. The touch of him against his cock felt like a holy experience.

“OOOOOOOOH…” He forced the sound a little, not wanting to be silent like he’d be in his own body. He didn’t have to fake the groans from Papyrus starting to settle on the tip, allowing a little bit of slide.

“THANK YOU FOR THIS EDGE. I AM AT MY LIMIT, SO LET’S END THIS TOGETHER.” 

“OH MY STARS, PAPYRUS!” Sans barely kept from slamming upwards. His arms ached from the angle, but he’d reached his limit and dug in his elbow for a little more anchorage. He’d been patient long e-fucking-nough.

“EDGE! NYEEEEH!” Papyrus matched his pace, bouncing down right when Sans thrusted up. Everything got hot, body sliding into the downward spiral of pleasure, racing to a finish after hours of foreplay. 

They finished breathlessly. Papyrus panted, openmouthed and tongue out, through the aftermath, wet and messy on top of Sans, still tied to the bedposts.

Oh yeah, his arms were feeling the strain now.

“Could...could you untie me?” Sans felt out of it, hoping that Edge didn’t yell constantly because he definitely gave the game away then. So much for berating Edge for his lack of focus.

“OH! SORRY EDGE. ONE MOMENT.” Papyrus made his way up to his wrists, pulled a string, and they fell loose. Sans let his arm collapse. His shoulders would feel that tomorrow. For now, he settled on holding Papyrus close, their warm bones comfortable against each other.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Papyrus laid against him. “I KNOW THIS WAS TOOK A LOT OF TRUST FROM YOU, BUT YOU WERE MUCH QUIETER THAN USUAL.” Sans tried to hide his nervousness, but they were too close to hide it completely.

“I WAS UNSURE OF HOW TO FEEL FOR A TIME.” Sans sighed. He hated lying to Papyrus, especially after the evening they’d had. “I...STILL PREFER BEING IN CONTROL OF MY BODY, BUT I DID ENJOY TONIGHT. I’M GLAD YOU HAD A GREAT TIME.” He held them close together, but after a short while, Papyrus pulled him up off the bed.

Apparently, Edge and Papyrus always showered and slept in pajamas every night. Felt unnecessary, though getting under the covers with P made it all feel worth the effort.

“GOODNIGHT EDGE. I LOVE YOU.” His heart melted when he held his hand as he fell asleep.

“I LOVE YOU TOO. GOODNIGHT PAPYRUS.” Yeah, definitely worth it.

---------

Edge woke up to a loud commercial on the TV. His arms and legs ached and he found he couldn’t really move them. When he looked down, it came back.

Red had fallen asleep cuddled against him. He frowned in his sleep, but kissing his head repeatedly relaxed him. It also started waking him up. He kept it up anyway. Edge had precious little time with this opportunity.

He didn’t expect the hand that swooped up and pulled his face down into Red’s.

Red kissed him softly, lapping at Edge’s (Sans’s) teeth. Edge let him in without hesitation. He’d usually try to dominate this kind of kiss, but the mood was wrong. Everything was soft, exploratory. It lit his soul up in all the right ways, just sensually stroking the tongue in his mouth with his own, and when Red had his fill, doing the same to Red. 

“Evenin’.” Red whispered up to him when they parted. It felt like hours.

“My nap was contagious.” Edge kept softly clanking Red’s face, over and over, like they couldn’t be completely parted. Red slid his hands under Sans’s hoodie, and casually ran his hands over his body over the shirt.

“Sleeping with you is the best. Offer I couldn’t refuse.” Red yawned, still coming to.

“Could say the same about sleeping with you.” Edge smiled at his brother’s soft chuckle, breath hitching when Edge turned Red’s body to sit facing him on his lap. The kissing still hadn’t stopped, Edge’s mind lost in the mood. The living room was darker, shadows creeping in all the corners besides the soft light of the TV and the kitchen.

“I-I need you Sansy.” Red clung to him like a lifeline, pulling back to see ‘Sansy’s’ answer.

“Then ya got me.” Edge tilted Red’s head up and to the side so he could get at his neck. He nipped and sucked up and down what he could get at around the t-shirt. Then he slid his hands down Red’s arms, one in each sleeve, taking his brother’s infamous hoodie with it. By the time it fell off, Edge held both of his brother’s hands in his own. Red shivered and whined in his grasp. He pulled back to look at his handy work.

Red’s eyelights were blown wide, big red pupils making him look so much younger than he was. He looked fragile enough to be broken by a single word.

“Gorgeous.”

Red surged down to kiss him again. This kiss was more aggressive, Red wanted to be led to what he needed. Had his brother always been this sensitive? He’d always thought Red was weak, in mind if not in magic, but not like this. Calling him gorgeous did this, and calling him beautiful had made him cry. Did he rarely receive compliments? When was the last time Edge complimented him, outside of Sans’s body? He couldn’t recall.

“I love you, I love you so much.” Edge just wanted to keep talking, to see what put Red into those happy loving hysterics. He shed his (Sans’s) hoodie and removed Red’s shirt. He flexed his hips upwards, Red scrunching his eyes shut and grinding back. “Can I get a ride to bed?” Edge worked off his shirt, tossing it when the scenery changed. The unkempt bed didn’t even phase him.

“Too lazy to take us yourself?” Red kissed him fondly.

“Just like the feeling of your magic on me.” He’d barely remembered to keep his voice at Sans volume. He closed his eyes and focused on the task at hand. Red would be very upset if Edge slipped up. He explored Red’s entire rib cage under the guise of cherishing every inch of him (though he was appreciating him more and more by the second), but more particularly to get the spots that’d drive him wild that Sans would know by heart.

“Sansy...I still need it.” Red ground his hips down, and the conjured ecto under their clothes grinded up against each other. “Stop bein’ a tease.” He hid his shyness under bluster, but Edge didn’t give in.

“Maybe I just wanna admire you.” He traced one hand over old scars, the other to the inner spinal column. Red arched under the touch.

“Sto-op. You don’t gotta make up things to get me to f-fuck ya. Laying it on too thick pal.” Red blushed and turned away, pulling at his and Edge’s pants. The shorts tugged the boxers with them. His dick barely grazed Red’s pelvis before he felt his body move on its own.

Edge flipped them over. He lined them up and casually slid up and down his slick folds.

“Liar, you want it thicker.” Edge leaned down, tracing the scars he memorized and put his face right by Red’s neck. “All these scars, so many things that have tried to kill you…” Up and down, up and down. His hot breath tingled up Red’s spine. “You’ve lived through it all. You’re so strong love. Nothing compares.” 

Red cried and hiccupped, keening when Edge finally slid inside.

“Saaaans.” Red whined into the thrusts, Edge peppered his face in kisses.

His mind was so far away. He loved Papyrus with his whole soul, but this intensity gave him pause. Did he love them both this way? Was he just caught up in the moment? Possibly both. How much he wanted this earlier today seemed confusing now. He must’ve been carrying this around a long time.

“Red, tell me that you love me.” Red fisted the sheets, staring into Edge’s eyes, completely overwhelmed.

“I love you.” He pumped in and out, forcing Red to follow him up towards the peak.

“Again.”

 “I love you.”

 “Again.”

 “I love you!”

“Red.”

And he snapped to attention, orgasm building like a wave, seconds away from crashing over him. He stared into ‘Sans’s’ eyes and could see how badly he needed to hear this, for the words to reach him. Edge held on solely through force of will, waiting, waiting for Red to make him feel complete. 

Red put his trembling hands on his (Sans’s) face. He peered into his very soul.

“I love you.” 

The tidal wave crashed over both of them. Red moaned loudly, breath leaving him. Edge struggled to stay upright. He had to stomp on the urge to scream. The tide didn’t roll back until both were on the verge of collapse.

Red sported bright red tear tracks down his face. He felt emotional spent, along with physically. Edge (Sans) had collapsed on his side, shaking worse than Red had early on, clinging to Red as he himself had done to Edge not long ago. Red pulled him close and cradled his head against his ribs.

“You know you always have me, right?” Edge’s hands held fast onto his back ribs.

“Yeah. I just...needed to hear it.” A memory of the two of them huddled in the trash of Waterfall, scrounging for anything to get them through the week, when they were attacked. Red had fought them off, snarling after them while Edge cried in the background, a big gash on his face that had hurt so much.

“You’re gunna be okay, bro. I got you.” He had healed him, magic smoothing over the bone. He wiped up the blood afterwards. Edge had run right into his arms.

“THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU!” Red hugged him back, Edge still short enough to be fully encompassed in his arms.

“No, I love you.” Red kissed his little forehead. Edge insisted on sleeping near him that night.

“Let’s get some sleep.” Red pulled the sheets up over them, holding Edge while he just nodded against his bones. This was confusing, overwhelming. He didn’t have the ability to deal with this and be Sans. He got more comfortable, making sure Red could also easily drift off, and closed his eyes. Red held him close until he completely drifted away.

--------

Red woke up when he felt Sans shift awake. He instinctively tightened his hold, but relaxed when he heard the small groan of complaint at being smushed. He released Sans.

“Sorry.” Red mumbled. He flipped over onto his back. “You’re comfy.”

“IT’S…” Sans coughed, roughly and violently. “It’s alright. I’d rather be home with you too.” He took a deep breath, his chest rattling oddly. “Unfortunately, I doubt Alphys would be wild about it.” Sans pushed off the bed, shuffling towards the bathroom. Red closed his eyes. The footsteps stopped and came back.

Sans kissed him chastely on the cheek. 

Red opened his eyes. Sans’s grin was pretty dopey, although...his eyes were more open than usual.  

“And good morning.” Red could feel the blush creeping up his bones, smiling at his retreating form. The temptation to join him in the shower was high. But no, he wanted a little time alone to really think on the events of the evening.

Sans had been really really lovey yesterday. Not that he didn’t dole out compliments usually, but he’d been obsessed with making Red feel special and loved. His soul warmed up at the memory, but his mind could find cracks in the hearth. The best word would be...possessed? If so, this demon resembled Sans heavily, hitting all the right notes and beats, but something forced in the fluidity. Red was a naturally suspicious person, and last night, especially the end of it, hit every paranoia button he had.

Sans walked back in, heading to the dresser. 

And opened the wrong drawer, multiple times.

Sans tried to play it off as being tired, and Red pretended to accept it. What the fuck was going on? Red hoped he was as good at convincing lies as he remembered (even if he felt guilty doing it to Sans), and decided to make a mental list of the things that didn’t work.

By the time Sans was leaving for work (HE WAS WALKING?!), Red’s list had gotten entirely too long to be a coincidence. So, with a significant amount of guilt, he slid into his sneakers and followed him.

Sans’s walk surprised lots of people. People waved and said hello, all ‘oh hey Sans! Been a minute!’ also not used to this. So he didn’t teleport to the walk usually then. The path was pretty direct, no silly detours, purposeful trips, just walking like he had no fucking other way to travel. And THEN, right before he made it to work, he walked purposely away towards a Hotlands alley, walking right in like it wasn’t a weird thing to do. Red took a shortcut to the top of the buildings surrounding the alley to keep up and almost fell off the fucking roof when he saw Sans meeting up with his brother.

Seriously, what the fuck?!

“I’m surprised you were able to successfully put my armor on this morning.” Sans sized up Edge, crossing his arms. “I hope you made up a decent enough excuse for Papyrus about being late.”

“YEAH. WASN’T TOO BAD, TOOK A SHORTCUT TO MAKE UP MOST OF THE TIME.” Edge’s arms hung weirdly at his side. Since...since when could his brother shortcut?

“HOW?! You can do that in MY body?!” Sans stomped his slipper down on the ground. “I tried to do that and it didn’t work!”

“It’s about knowing the way it works. Understanding the way space, time, and magical potency affect movement and I kept that when I...Wait.” Edge suddenly looked straight at Sans. “You walked here.” Listening to Edge drop his voice to something less loud, Red started to put together some pieces here.

“WHAT WAS MY ALTERNATIVE?! FLY?!” Sans never screeched like that. His...brother...did… His brother whose hands awkwardly hung as if they were usually sitting in…

Hoodie Pockets.

“Fuck.” Edge’s body looked up at him, spying him instantly from the alleyway. Sans would know exactly where to fucking look. “Red.” Sans’s body spun to look where Sans was looking. Sans was in his brother’s body. His brother was in Sans’s body. And of course Edge didn’t know what drawer Sans kept his clothes in, how to shortcut, or slouch in a way that didn’t look painful.

I love you. Red eyes shrank to pinpricks, frozen looking at the two in the alley. His brother had fucked him last night, and Sans LET him.

“Red, are you-”

“Don’t you FUCKING touch me!” Red slapped the red gloved hand away from him. And before he could be spoken to again, he zipped away, thrown at the foot of the school, right in view of Papyrus. He couldn’t breathe and everything felt too restricting. He looked up at Papyrus, desperately reaching to grab his hand.

“RED, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” He reached for Red’s hand back, and when he reached it, Red felt the whirl of magic behind him. Of course Sans would follow. Red wouldn’t let him. 

“RED COME BA-” They were gone.

Papyrus pulled his hand away.

“RED, WHY WERE YOU RUNNING FROM EDGE AND WHERE ARE WE?” He sounded confused and Red envied this moment before he knew. Red glanced around.

His brain had shortcut him to the dusty remains of the machine at Sans’s place. Sans would never think to look here, and it sat at the edge of his shortcut range normally. Two people were a magical strain, but desperation did some incredible things. He put the disturbing thoughts as far out of his mind as he could to get through this conversation first.

“Papyrus, did my brother do anything...odd in the last 24 hours?” Sans had often said that Papyrus and the younger brothers were more observant than they let on, but he knew Edge’s patience was short on a good day. The tall skeleton crossed his arms,  thinking hard.

“...NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT...THERE WERE SOME ODDITIES. WHY? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?”

“Yeah.” How to start, he wondered. “I followed Sans to work today, because he didn’t shortcut himself like usual after a morning of acting really weird.” He paced back and forth, anxiety building. “Then he met up with Boss in an alley, but it was all wrong. He belittled Boss about how to put on his armor, and Boss talked about the shortcut he took to sneak around.”

“WHAT?”

“I think they switched bodies...yesterday, at that work incident thing that made them run late.” Red took a deep breath. “So now that I say that, do you think you were with my brother yesterday, or Sans trying really hard to be him? Because I’m 100% fucking sure it was my brother this morning, and I was with him all night.” Red swallowed hard at that. Not the time.

“I MEAN, I…”Papyrus did look worried. He paced quickly and tapped his foot whenever he stood still. “THAT WOULD EXPLAIN ALMOST EVERY WEIRD THING THAT HAPPENED, YES.” He didn’t look happy about it though. “WHICH MEANS I SAW SANS YESTERDAY ON MY DATE THROUGH NOW, INCLUDING...INCLUDING LAST NIGHT…” There was the look. Red knew it. Papyrus played with his gloves, wringing his hands together.

“Did...you also have sex with your ‘boyfriend?’” Red pulled his hood up over his head. “Because I’m freaking out.”

“I THOUGHT IT WAS ODD THAT EDGE WAS SO VERY WILLING TO TRY SOMETHING WHERE HE GAVE UP CONTROL. SANS...WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS?” Papyrus glanced over Red’s retraction into his hoodie like he wanted to be eaten up by the carpet. 

“I don’t know P. All I know is that I had a really private moment with who I thought was my boyfriend, and now my brother just has that. And Sans fucking let him do it. If one of them said no, they couldn’t get away with it. Both of them agreed to not tell us.” Red pulled the hood tighter and tighter over his face to shrink further. “Sorry about pulling you from work. I just needed you to know before they tried to hide it from you.” 

Papyrus sat on the floor, leaning against the lab counter. He still didn’t look nearly as wrecked as Red though.

“I DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW TO FEEL.” He finally settled on the words. “ON ONE HAND, I AM UPSET THAT SANS AND EDGE KEPT SOMETHING LIKE THIS FROM ME. I TRUSTED THEM, AND THEY KEPT THIS A SECRET, ESPECIALLY AFTER I’VE SPOKEN TO BOTH OF THEM DIRECTLY ABOUT SECRET-KEEPING.” Papyrus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “BUT I AM SURPRISINGLY NOT UPSET AT THE OUTCOME.”

“...what?” Red turned to face him. Papyrus turned orange.

“I KNOW HOW THAT SOUNDS. I HAD SEX WITH SANS, UNDER A RUSE, AND THEY BOTH LIED TO ME FOR THAT TO HAPPEN.” He met Red’s gaze head-on. “BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, I HAD A VERY ENJOYABLE NIGHT WITH HIM.” He hesitantly shrugged. “AND A PART OF ME WISHES TO DO SO AGAIN, BUT WITHOUT LIES.”

“You’re serious.” Red slowly uncovered his bright red face to openly stare slack-jawed at Papyrus. “You’d willingly fuck Sans again? Is that what I’m hearing?” Papyrus averted his gaze.

“I DON’T APPROVE OF THE CRUDENESS, BUT I SUPPOSE IT IS.” He looked at Red. “DO YOU NOT WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER NIGHT WITH EDGE?”

Red jumped up and flung his arms out.

“No! I’m fucking pissed. I don’t even want to have sex with fucking Sans right now, definitely not Edge!” Red stomped around the small room, kicking up dust and debris from the unused room. “They fucking conspired to do this, and they weren’t gunna tell us about it, and Sans had to have given him fucking POINTERS on the best way to fuck me, and...and…” Red dissolved into tears. Papyrus went to touch his shoulder, and Red almost flinched away. He still didn’t ever believe he was truly safe.

“AND?”

“I trusted him.” Red sobbed sadly. “I-I thought it was Sans and I let him in.” He felt empty, ashamed. “If he had asked for anything, right then, I would have given it up. I was so in love and it was a lie.” He wiped off his face. “Those bastards weren’t thinking about anyone but themselves.”

“I’M...SORRY. I DIDN’T REALIZE IT HAD BEEN SO SERIOUS.” Papyrus sighed. “THOUGH KNOWING EDGE BEHAVED THAT WAY HAS MADE ME MORE UPSET WITH HIM.” He stood, and offered Red a hand. Red took it, drooping so hard it looked like he hadn’t gotten up. “SO WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE?”

“I think we should talk to both of them. The fact Sans didn’t try and pull anything that sketchy says a lot.” Red shoved his hands in his pockets. “Doesn’t change the fact that I’m pissed. But it’s leaning sixty-forty towards Edge.” Papyrus hesitantly laid a hand on Red’s head.

“AGREED. BUT THAT DOES REQUIRE BEING HOME, ACTUALLY HOME.” He glanced around the dusty room attached to his old one. “CAN YOU RETURN US TO YOUR HOUSE? I FEEL SANS WOULD TAKE THEM THERE.”

“Alright.” Red closed his eyes, pooling all the excess magic he could find, and sent them home.

---------------------

“I have no idea where they are. I checked every spot we’ve come up with, and nothing.” Sans sat on his couch, much less comfy in the lanky frame. Nothing about the outfit was nice to wear.

“RED CAN BE VERY CRAFTY WHEN PUSHED.” Edge had his head in his hands. He’d gotten them caught, though part of it wasn’t his fault, but he really should’ve noticed a tail. “THEY WON’T RETURN UNTIL HE WANTS TO BE BACK.”

“I’m gunna be sentenced to the couch for life.” Sans sighed. “I really shouldn’t have let you tempt me into this.”

“So it was Edge’s idea then.” Red announced their presence loudly. “That makes sense.” He glared right at Sans’s body, Edge shrinking under the look. Red was furious. He hadn’t said this name to his face ever.

“I did agree to it though.” Sans stood up, not hiding behind the different face. He moved to sit on the floor in front of Red, mostly to put them back at eye to eye. He didn’t want to come off intimidating right now. “Shoulda stuck to my senses.”

“MY BIGGER CONCERN IS THE WHY RATHER THAN WHO. WHY WOULD YOU HIDE THE SWITCH?” Papyrus looked around Sans on the floor to Edge, still on the couch. Seeing him in Sans’s body brought back memories of conversations about secrets being kept long ago. But once again, Sans answered.

“It just seemed...fun. I had a unique opportunity to see more of you, and I took it. It’s not like I was looking to replace what I had.” He looked at Red. “Can’t blame you for being pissed, but know I wasn’t trying to find greener pastures.” He looked appropriately guilty, but Red hadn’t even reacted. He didn’t care about Sans’s answer.

“Did you sleep with Edge?” Red growled out. Papyrus whipped his head over for that one, and then confusingly looked between the two. Sans looked shocked but then shameful.

“Yes.” Edge looked like he wanted to complain, but Sans wasn’t interested in lessening the ire with half-truths. “We knew where we wanted this to go. We gave each other tips, verbally and physically.”

Edge’s face scrunched up at the phrasing; it’s like Sans wanted this to come off terrible from the start. Papyrus was sending over strange glances, Edge kept himself away from them. He probably should’ve been more attentive. He felt a hand roughly grab under his chin, forcing him to look at Red’s furious face.

“Did he tell you to sweet talk me Papyrus?” Edge’s soul plummeted, suddenly much more personal than his convergence name. “Tell me how fucking gorgeous I was and I’d just be putty in your fucking hands?” Sans was watching, but contributed nothing. “But you know, ya just had to take it and run away with the idea, huh? Compliment the scars, call me a survivor, say I’m strong. Did you just enjoy working me up or did ya like the idea of me fallin for you so goddamn completely that you couldn’t fucking stop yourself?” Edge didn’t even know where to start, but Red still wasn’t done. He felt pressure along his jaw where the hand gripped him. “And don’t you dare fucking lie to me Papyrus!”

Edge couldn’t tear his eyes away from Red’s. He was pinned to the spot, scrambling to find the right words. His boyfriend was a few feet away, and he didn’t want to leave him, he wanted to return to the before, before he could feel this thing living in his chest that he didn’t realize had been dying there for a long time.

“I-” Edge couldn’t stop the words. “I THOUGHT I WANTED FUN, BUT I...I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE.” Tears welled in his eyes. He hadn’t cried in front of anyone in years, his brother the only one to see him this way until now. “I LOVE PAPYRUS! I WANT TO SPEND MY LIFE WITH HIM.” He grabbed at his chest. “BUT THE IDEA OF LIVING WITHOUT YOU HURTS. NOT KNOWING YOU HURTS. EVERYTHING I DID, EVERYTHING I SAID, I DID NOT LIE. ALL I DID WAS WEAR ANOTHER’S FACE.” Red’s panic was setting in, but Edge couldn’t let him not know how he felt. He put his hand over the one holding his face. “I LOVE YOU SANS.” 

“...why?” It came out as a whisper, shocked and horrified to hear the words from Edge’s mouth. So much of the night before rushed back to slap Red in the face. His soul ran hot, he pulled his hand free. He backed up until he hit the living room wall. Edge went to follow, but Sans laid a hand on his shoulder.

“SANS-”

“Get out.” Red covered his face with his arm, pointing at the door with his other one. “Take Papyrus and leave my fucking house.” 

And the discussion ended, Edge dejectedly following Papyrus out the door, leaving Red and Sans alone.

“I don’t want to even start with you.” Red glared up at Sans, moving to the couch, energy knocked out of him. Sans sat by him, knowing the mood he was going to fall into.

“Then don’t. Use me for what you want.” His voice was scratchy, Edge’s voice not able to hit his deep tone, but he tried to make it less like the person Red was desperate to ignore. Red leaned heavily against him.

“Easy for you to say. You’re wearing his face.” Red sighed harshly. “He...he was never nice to me, not once he got big enough to defend himself. He’d call me weak most mornings, I’d get a daily berating during resets, and he constantly reminded me that I was nothing compared to him.” Sans hummed an acknowledgement, but didn’t want to interrupt. “When he was you, it was constant compliments. He kissed and touched every part of me, I was so relaxed and unguarded. I woulda…” Red let his head hang low.

“Woulda what?” Sans kept himself out of it. He was here for Red right now.

“Sans, I almost offered him my soul.” Red teared up. “If he hadn’t had a little breakdown at the end, I woulda offered it to him, thinking he was you.” He buried his face in the fabric between the black armor. “I’m sorry.”

Sans rubbed Red’s shoulder while he hiccupped and cried. Leave it to Red to be the one who got most hurt by this and then feel bad about something that theoretically could’ve happened that would hurt Sans. It would’ve been devastating to find out that Red had offered that to Edge in place of him (Sans had been steadily earning his trust for years now, which he threw away when he decided to trust Edge of all fucking people), but Sans wouldn’t have the right to be upset at Red about it. And if he had offered, and Edge didn’t take it out of respect for Sans, it still would’ve been awful because Red wouldn’t get over being rejected on that level by someone he loved that deeply.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. This whole mess is my fault. If I had said no, it wouldn’t have happened.” Red sniffled.

“Why did you do it Sansy?” Ouch, the nickname hurt.

“I’m hoping this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and I wanted to do something with it. Just being selfish.” He yanked the gloves off before pulling Red close. “It feels stupid to even say.”

“Was I not good enough?”

“God, love, no.” He rubbed his back through the hoodie. “You’ve always been more than enough. None of this was about not wanting you Red. I wanted a fun night with Paps and then to come back.” Sans sighed, hoping the tight hug would say it better than he could. “I thought Edge wanted something similar. I didn’t think he’d do something like that to you. I didn’t think he’d hurt you like this.”

Red mumbled something against his armor, but Sans couldn’t hear it.

“I can’t hear you Red.”

“Tell me about your time with P.” Red poked his face out enough to speak.

“Red, you do-”

“Please.” Red hadn’t pushed him away, so he had already forgiven Sans for far too much. He supposed the request wasn’t a high price to pay.

“It was fun. Went on a romantic dinner, went home, and he tied me up. Guess he’d been asking Edge for a while now, but he didn’t want to give up control. I don’t have that problem. Let him do whatever, he roleplayed a little; it was cute.” Sans leaned his head back, height making him hit the wall. Red clutched the side of the plate armor.

“Papyrus said he’d do it again. Even knowing who you are.” Sans stiffened on that one. He hadn’t expected that. “I know the thing with Edge was a means to an end. I’m still mad about it but I get it. But the minute Papyrus said he’d be down to do this again, I’ve got this bad feeling that it’s gunna become a regular thing and I’m gunna be the black fucking rain cloud dragging everyone down.” Red frowned, averting his eyes away from the couch, not wanting to be in Sans’s lap to say this, but needing the comfort.

“Red, it’s not gunna become a regular thing.” Sans shook his head, but Red didn’t look at him.

“It will. The other two will agree to it. And I don’t want to, so I’ll look like the asshole. Just watch.” Red climbed out his lap, and then stared Sans down (up?). “I wanna be left alone until you walk back in here with your face. Go stay with them. They’ll ask, just wait.”

“Red…”Sans reached for him, but Red didn’t budge. 

“The fact I’m even letting you come back in your own body is pretty damn forgiving considering you cheated on me twice.” Red growled, and then turned around. “Well, twice for now. Whatever you do with those two idiots in that body is not my goddamn problem.” Then he shortcut away to the bedroom.

Sans hunched his shoulders, but just accepted fate, disappearing without another word.

---------

The walk home was tense, quiet. Papyrus honestly didn’t know where to start, and he didn’t want to air their “dirty laundry” in public, especially with Edge wearing Sans’s face.

His mind circled back to all that time ago, to that long uncomfortable chat with Sans about secret keeping. But he found that wasn’t what his mind wanted to actually focus on. Edge being in Sans’s body just brought back those memories, but the real issue was Edge, his behavior, his actions, their relationship. 

They had not gotten along as spectacularly at first. Edge had a tendency to be crude, sometimes cruel, in his actions, and while Papyrus touted he was great, he stopped doing so as much when he was faced with it constantly from the others after the convergence, though Edge remained unfazed long afterwards. He and Papyrus had been put on many of the same patrols, guard posts, and while he didn’t appreciate lectures on language and naivety, he did appreciate perfect magic control. 

After a few spars, Edge had invited him to a friendly outing.

One outing had turned to several, and they found a lot in common under the differences. They both were also adept at being upfront. It hadn’t taken long for either of them to admit their feelings for each other.

Papyrus thought they had been doing quite well, following along their plans of obtaining a home, a weekly date plan. At least, until he had admitted how much he loved Red in front of him.

They made it through the front door, but Edge was not the type to run. He turned to face Papyrus the minute they were alone.

“I’M SORRY.” Hearing the loud voice from his brother’s face was startling, but at least he was sure that this hadn’t been some elaborate prank. “I WAS IN THE SAME BOAT AS SANS, THOUGH I WAS THE ONE TO SUGGEST IT. I WANTED A NIGHT, PERHAPS THE WEEK I WAS TO BE STUCK AS SANS, WITH RED AND THEN TO COME HOME. IT WASN’T MEANT TO BE THIS.” Edge wiped at his face, remembering the tears from before. “I STILL WANT TO BE WITH YOU, BUT I WANT RED TO BE PART OF MY FUTURE TOO. I’M SO-!” Edge stomped his foot down.

“I...SURPRISINGLY UNDERSTAND.” Edge wrung his hands, anxious and confused.

“PAPYRUS, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BE UPSET WITH ME OVER THIS.” Edge stood tall, or he would, if he were in his body. “THIS ISN’T SOME NONSENSE FROM MY WORLD THAT I ASKED YOU TO UNDERSTAND. THIS IS A PROBLEM OF MY SINGULAR CREATION.”

Part of their early arguments had been over Edge’s LV and EXP, but Papyrus had agreed to not bring it up anymore after a long emotional night of reliving Edge’s past. 

“I KNOW THAT THESE THINGS ARE NOT THE SAME, BUT I WILL REPEAT TO YOU WHAT I SAID TO RED. I DO NOT MIND THE OUTCOME, BUT THE LIES AND SECRETS ARE BOTH AGAINST DIRECT CONVERSATIONS I’VE HAD WITH BOTH OF YOU.” Papyrus crossed his arms, stern and accusatory. “I UNDERSTAND THAT THE CONVERSATION WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFICULT, BUT I DO NOT STAND BY DISHONESTY.”

Edge looked down to the floor. The carpet patterns were very interesting today it seemed.

“YOU ARE RIGHT. I WOULD DO THIS DIFFERENTLY IF I HAD THE CHOICE AGAIN.” Edge hugged himself, looking up at his boyfriend. “I DO NOT EXPECT INSTANT FORGIVENESS, BUT IS THIS SOMETHING WE CAN OVERCOME?” If he could work to earn his trust back, he would do so. He loved Papyrus, his spirit, his strength, and his kindness, but he knew that he hadn’t behaved in a manner deserving of such a great datemate.

Papyrus stooped down to hug him.

“OF COURSE WE CAN. THOUGH THIS WILL NOT BE EASY, ESPECIALLY FOR RED. HE AND I DID NOT AGREE ON SUCH EASY FORGIVENESS. I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED TO FIND SANS AT OUR DOOR WITHIN THE HOUR.” Edge hugged him back as hard as he could.

“I DO NOT DESERVE IT, BUT I AM GRATEFUL FOR THE COMFORT.” Papyrus patted him on the head, backing up to smile.

“I AM HAPPY TO HUG YOU ANYTIME.” 

Edge took a steadying breath. That was one conversation out of the way, one relationship mended. The others still needed work though.

As if summoned by their reconciliation and Papyrus’s forewarning, Sans appeared in their living room. His hard face looked correct on Sans for once. He didn’t speak before dropping down onto the sofa, head in his hands while Edge and Papyrus waited patiently. Out of all of them, Sans probably had the worst conversation to have, as Red wouldn’t talk to Edge right now.

“Red told me to stay here. Didn’t want to see me.” Sans sighed, unhappy but unsurprised. “He’s pissed.”

“I...GATHERED.” Papyrus sat beside Sans, figuring he’d be the best at diffusing the situation. “HE MENTIONED AS MUCH BEFORE WE ARRIVED AT YOUR HOME.”

“He said you weren’t upset at finding out I was in E’s body.” Sans looked up at his brother. He didn’t know how many people he could handle hating him right now.

“I AM UPSET YOU LIED AND KEPT IT A SECRET. I AM NOT UPSET AT THE REST.” Papyrus laid a hand on his back. “WE’VE DISCUSSED IT BEFORE, AND WHILE I DO WANT TO BE CLEAR THAT NOT ALLOWING SECRETS WASN’T A SUGGESTION, I CAN SAVE THAT CONVERSATION FOR ANOTHER TIME.” He pulled his brother into a hug. “FOR NOW, TELL US ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED.”

Sans couldn’t hold his body up anymore. Papyrus held him while he sat there, miserable. Edge wanted to walk away and hide from this, especially in this body, from Sans, but it wouldn’t be fair to him.

“He doesn’t want to see me or E. He’s convinced that we’re gunna start some type of love triangle or square or something.” He turned to look at Edge. “And you wanna explain the shit you pulled with him? Red thinks you were fucking with him since you were such an ass pre-convergence, and you changed your tune pretty quick. I know I said to compliment him and treat him well, but if you blame me for your bullshit-”

“IT WAS MY FAULT. ONLY MY FAULT.” Edge didn’t flinch away from the glare. “MY BROTHER STOPPED BEING CLOSE TO ME SHORTLY AFTER I GOT OUT OF STRIPES, AND WHEN I WAS YOU, I REALIZED HOW MUCH I WANTED THAT BACK.” He approached Sans, ready to accept whatever punishment he deemed appropriate. “HE IS THE BROTHER I REMEMBER WITH YOU. THE ONE I LOVED WHEN I WAS SMALL.” He bowed his head before Sans. “I DIDN’T KNOW HOW MUCH I MISSED HIM UNTIL HE WAS IN FRONT OF ME. AND IN YOUR BODY, I FELT LIKE I COULD JUST FULLY ENJOY IT.”

“Well I hope you enjoyed it enough to last a lifetime, because he doesn’t want to see this face again.” Sans gestured to his stolen countenance. “Then again, I’m not sure he’ll take me back with my face either.” He sighed, sounding defeated.

“HE IS ANGRY, BUT NOT UNREASONABLE. I DO NOT KNOW IF HE’LL FORGIVE EDGE, BUT HE LOVES YOU. I DOUBT YOU’LL BE TURNED AWAY FOR TOO LONG.” Papyrus held him in the half hug gently. He cocked his head to the side. “THOUGH I AM CURIOUS. HE BELIEVES THIS WILL BE A REGULAR OCCURANCE?” Sans closed his eyes, relaxing as much as the stiff armor and stress would let him.

“He’s under the impression that since we didn’t mind being with each other, you and E being a thing, and with him and I being a thing, that we’d make it a regular deal. Though that falls apart if he and E aren’t a thing, so it doesn’t matter.” He looked up at his bro. “I love you, but I need him. I wanted…” He hunched his back. “I wanted to share my soul with him.” He sat up, leaning out of the comfort to curl in on himself. “I fucked up.”

“I...KNOW IT DOESN’T MEAN MUCH, AND I DO NOT EXPECT YOU TO FORGIVE ME FOR IT, BUT I AM SORRY.”

Sans laughed humorlessly.

“Me too.”

Papyrus was the only one not forlornly staring at the floor. He stood briskly, placing his hands on his hips, calling for both of their attention with a heavy step.

“THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! RED WILL NEVER FORGIVE EITHER OF YOU WITH THAT ATTITUDE.” He pointed at Sans. “IF YOU WORK TO WIN HIM BACK, HE WILL BE YOURS SANS. YOU JUST NEED TO TRY. IS HE NOT WORTH THE EFFORT?” Sans’s eye sockets glowed bright with yearning.

“He’s worth a lot more than I got. But I’ll work at it until I can look him in the eye again.” Papyrus turned to point at Edge.

“YOU SAID YOU LOVED HIM, AS MUCH AS I LOVE SANS AT LEAST. DO YOU NOT WISH TO CHASE THAT DOWN, TO MAKE HIM, IF NOT RETURN YOUR LOVE, THEN ACCEPT IT?” He got down on his knees to hold Edge’s small hands in his own. “I DO NOT KNOW WHERE I WOULD BE WITHOUT MY SANS; I KNOW YOU MISS YOURS. BUT HE MUST BE CONVINCED YOUR FEELINGS ARE SINCERE. CAN THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE EDGE RISE TO THE OCCASION?”

Edge shook in Papyrus’s grasp. He had risen so high, accomplished so much, with a mountain of his own blood, sweat, and tears to get to where he was. He’d stood on his own two boots and ran forward to create his own path. But now, the memories of the past were coming back to haunt him. Before he could stand alone. Red had cared for him selflessly, defending his tiny soul from scavengers without complaint. And now that he sought them out, he couldn’t recall Red ever throwing that in his face while he’d screamed Red down for all his mistakes. 

He’d been selfish, and his soul trembled thinking of the monumental task ahead. If he failed…

But he had never failed! He was the great and terrible Papyrus! Even if he went by Edge now, HE himself had remained unchanged. He stared up into his love’s face, bold and determined.

“I’M GOING TO WIN HIM BACK, NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES!” He gently clanked Papyrus’s face. “THANK YOU LOVE. I HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN MYSELF.” He hugged him tight.

“NOW LET’S FIX THIS!”

---------

“T-there! Back to n-normal!” Edge could feel the heavy press of his armor on his chest. Sans woke up in his hoodie and coulda cried with how much he had missed it. They looked over at each other.

“I APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING SANS.” Edge needed to say this with his own face. This mess was his idea and the failure of it was his own fault. This experience had humbled him to many things, and this apology was a warm up of sorts. The bigger one was to come later tonight. “THANK YOU ALPHYS.”

“You’re welcome. Please d-don’t cause anymore trouble in my lab.” She shook her head and walked back to the other side of the lab. Sans scratched his skull.

“I mean, takes two to tango. Besides, I’m not the one you really need to see.” Sans straightened out his back, familiar popping instead of Edge’s smooth unfurl. “Not gunna give you tips though. Saw how that worked out last time.”

“THAT IS LIKELY BEST.”

“Good luck. We’re cheering for ya.” Sans winked at him.

They exchanged a few more words, but Sans waved him off to wait with Papyrus. Witnesses would complicate this.

He walked into the door, and Red was sprawled on the couch, shoes by the door, exactly as he had been when Edge had come in as Sans forever ago. Red growled from his spot, not looking at him.

“I told you to leave me alone until you were in your own fucking body Sans.” 

“I WASN’T PRESENT FOR THAT, BUT I SUPPOSE I FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS ANYWAY.” Edge sighed, Red flinching and already turning red with anger.

“I don’t wanna see you, no matter which fucking body you’re in Papyrus.” Red snarled, throwing a remote that Edge easily caught, ready to snap his fingers and vanish.

“SANS, PLEASE.” Edge crossed his arms. “REGARDLESS OF THE RESULT, THIS CONVERSATION HAS TO HAPPEN. LET US HAVE IT AND NOT HAVE IT HANG OVER US.” His body un-tensed when Red lowered his hand, shaking his head.

“Fine. Let’s have this stupid conversation.” Red pulled his hoodie up tighter around him. His eyes were already glowing, anger flaring up his magic. “So, go ahead. Try to fucking talk your way through this. I’m fucking listening.”

Edge didn’t know how to begin. How could he even begin to describe the complex emotions he had? Maybe he could start with the obvious?

“I LOVE YOU SA-”

“No you fucking DON’T.” Edge felt blue magic drop him to his knees. Red was in his face an instant later. “Don’t start with the fake ass sweet talk. I’m not gunna be fooled into sleeping with you aga-”

“FUCK YOU! IT ISN’T FUCKING FAKE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Edge grabbed the front of Red’s hoodie like he’d done a million times before. “DO YOU THINK THIS IS EASY FOR ME? THAT I DIDN’T HAVE TO GRAPPLE WITH THIS FUCKING OVERWHELMING FEELING THAT I DIDN’T ASK FOR?!” Edge hoisted him up, toes barely dragging the floor. “IT WASN’T A FUCKING CHOICE!”

“CONGRATU-FUCKIN-LATIONS PAPYRUS! How do you think I fucking feel?!” Red clawed at Edge’s arm, glaring at him with so much vitriol. “You called me a useless, lazy, no better than dust piece of shit for YEARS! Then you fucking show up wearing SANS’S face, and suddenly it’s ‘you’re so strong love, nothing compares,’ fucking me like you haven’t been embarassed by me being ALIVE since you were taller than me!” He scratched harder, starting to dig in. Edge held even though his arm shook. “Now you want me to believe you love me when it conveniently makes you look less like an asshole?!”

“WHERE WAS THIS?!” Edge shook him until he rattled. “WHERE WAS THIS FUCKING ENERGY WHEN WE WERE LIVING IN OUR HOME?!”

“The fuck do you mean?!” Red kicked Edge, toes bouncing off Edge’s front plate.

“GOD DAMMIT SANS! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE!” Red just looked confused, sneering disbelief, not understanding his point. “YOU WOULDN’T WAKE UP. YOU WOULDN’T EAT. YOU ACTIVELY SLEPT OUT IN THE OPEN. IT WAS LIKE THE SECOND I COULD DEFEND MYSELF, YOU MADE YOUR LIFE MY PROBLEM ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE!” Edge felt a claw draw blood, he tossed Red back a few feet, stumbling on the carpet before falling on his ass.

“I was never your fucking problem to keep alive! You only needed to defend yourself! You’re the one who made my life YOUR problem!” Red coughed hard, growling Edge’s way.

“WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO SANS?! JUST LET MY BROTHER FUCKING DIE?!”

“YES!” Red shouted, tears only gathering in the corners of his eyes. He wouldn’t let them fall. “You shoulda just let me die! You were fine on your own!” Edge felt something in his chest explode. 

“What?” Edge tried to look at Red, but his gaze kept sliding away, unable to really contemplate what that meant. “You wanted to die?” He sounded lost.

“Wasn’t that obvious?!” Red scrunched up his nose. Edge’s gaze was still very, very distant.

“But...why?” Edge’s chest felt heavier than fifty armor plates. “I-” He cut off, unsure of how to continue.

“I killed our dad.” Red’s body drooped hard. “He was gunna kill you, so I killed him and ran. I was terrified; I was just a kid, and most kids died, much less kids looking after kids. But I had killed G, so I had enough LV to scare off other scavengers.” Red couldn’t look at Edge. “But it felt so bad. It felt wrong, LV didn’t sit right with me, and I could feel that sin crawling on my back all the time. I still feel it now.” Red had never looked more tired, Edge’s eyes watered, building up to tears. He didn’t fight Red grabbing him by the scarf. “But I couldn’t fucking quit on you! I wanted to die every damn second, but you were defenseless and I had to tough it out for you! So of course I checked the fuck out when you could fight on your own without help! You’re the great and terrible Papyrus, and I was a damn nobody.” Red let go of the scarf, holding Edge’s skull, wide tear filled eyes and all, with both hands. Edge still had no words.

“If you’d let me die, you would’ve been unstoppable.” Red sighed, rubbing off the tear tracks with his thumbs. Edge’s mouth was hanging slightly open. “You woulda been a hotshot Royal Guardsman with no weaknesses, and all it would cost you was a worthless sinner who wouldn’t kill in a world of kill or be killed, just waiting to be killed and holding you back.” Red laughed mirthlessly. “I couldn’t even do that right. Refused to kill but killed Gaster without hesitation.” 

Edge could barely see, overwhelmed, like he had never seen his brother clearly before. The shock was wearing down with Red running his thumbs over his cheekbones.

“WHY...DID HE WISH TO KILL ME?” 

“You weren’t a child prodigy. I could help him in the lab super young. You were a normal babybones. He didn’t want to deal with you. Was gunna dust you and try again.” Red let his face go. “Go ahead. I can hear you thinking from here.”

“WHAT I SAW WAS SOMEONE WHO ABANDONED ME THE SECOND I COULD CARRY BOTH OF US. I HATED IT, HATED YOU, FOR WANTING ME TO DO EVERYTHING INSTEAD OF HELPING ME. AND YOU MADE IT SO DAMN DIFFICULT BY NOT DOING ANYTHING TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE.” Edge laid his arms on Red’s shoulders, red scratches lining the bones. “I NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHY.”

“Who says shit like that to a kid? I raised you, I’m not gunna say that and fuck you up, thinking it’s your fault I’m screwed up in the head, like I regretted keeping you.” Red looked at his socks. Edge’s soul shook with anxiety.

“YOU DON’T?” Red snapped his gaze up to Edge’s face.

“The fuck? I’ve loved you since day one Papyrus. I’m pissed at you, but it’s not something you can lose.” Red said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Edge pulled him into the tightest hug he could, burying his face in the fluffy trim. Red’s arms hovered hesitantly, before laying them onto Edge’s back, hugging him back with a full body sigh. “You’re the one who had no reason to love me.”

“I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME. HATED THE FACT THAT I TOOK YOUR CHILDHOOD AWAY.” Edge cried into his shoulder. His bones rattled loudly, breath scraping in and out, half out of breath and half full of heartache. “I WAS SO ANGRY. I ADORED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE I GOT STRONGER, THEN YOU TURNED INTO SOMEONE WHO HATED ME.” So far, it’d all been the past, but Edge couldn’t stop the flood of words. “WHEN I CAME HERE AS SANS, AND WE LAUGHED ON THE COUCH, ALL I COULD REMEMBER IS THAT YOU HADN’T LAUGHED WITH ME IN DECADES.”

“I distanced myself as hard as I could. I didn’t want you to miss me when I died.” Red stroked the back of his skull. “I thought I had finally made you fucking despise me, and then of fucking course the convergence happened, and I had to live with that choice.” Part of Red still didn’t want to let any of this go, but he had always been soft on his bro.

“I THOUGHT YOU HAD SUCCEEDED AS WELL, BUT I THINK I HAD JUST GIVEN UP ON YOU LOVING ME. AND WHEN I COULD SPEAK AS SANS, SOMEONE YOU CHERISHED, I WAS SO JEALOUS. YOU LOVED HIM, BUT NOT ME.” Edge shuffled his legs around, Red suddenly seated in his lap.

Red leaned against his brother’s long chest, then grabbed Edge’s chin. He directed his view down to him.

“I love both of you. It’s not a competition.” Edge’s eyes went wide.

“SANS, PLEASE, TELL ME YOU LOVE ME.” Here he was, on the edge again, absolutely needing Red to do this. Red felt his soul skip a beat, he knew exactly what would happen when he said those words, and all that was left was to say them or not. He stared directly into Edge’s eyes.

“I love you Papyrus.” 

Red closed his eyes before it happened. Edge pulled straight out of his grip and swooped down to kiss him.

Red groaned when Edge shifted him in his lap to get a real good angle to sneak his tongue in. His hands snuck up around Edge’s neck, locking him in until Red was good and ready to let him go.

When they parted, they were both blushing.

“I LOVE YOU SANS. I CANNOT UNDO THE PAST, BUT I MEAN IT NOW.” Edge ran his hands over each rib through Red’s jacket. “I’D TELL YOU WHAT I’M THINKING, BUT IT MIGHT UPSET YOU.”

“Say it anyway. We’re starting a no secret policy like those other two dumbasses.” Red hummed into the contact. The tension he’d been carrying all week was just starting to loosen.

“YOU’RE QUITE HANDSOME.” Red jolted up, pressing his face directly into Edge’s shoulder. Edge stroked the back of Red’s skull happily. 

“Ya’re on thin ice asshole…” He mumbled into Edge’s armor, then mumbled again. “‘Sides, you’ve been the handsome one our whole lives.” A shiver shot up Edge’s spine. His soul hummed with the praise, pulling Red’s legs to straddle his lap, and going in for another kiss while Red was still wearing his cute blush. He moaned softly and Edge ate up every sound.

“CAN I TOUCH YOU SANS?” His hands hovered over the hoodie zipper, but he wouldn’t betray Red’s trust a second time. Two chances were rare from him.

“I dunno. Can you?” Red’s eyes were half lidded, lazy smirk tilted up at his brother’s face. Edge dropped his head on his brother’s shoulder.

“YOU’RE INSUFFERABLE. MAY I TOUCH YOU?”

“I...I don’t know.” Red laid his hands on Edge’s skull. They were shaking. “I’m feeling a little self conscious after last time.” 

Edge gently traced over where he knew the scars were, completely clothed.

“YOU GOT MOST OF THESE DEFENDING ME.” He hugged him closer, slid completely up into his lap, pressed together. “YOU’RE THE ONLY REASON I MADE IT THIS FAR. THERE IS NOTHING I COULD SEE THAT WOULD MAKE ME THINK LESS OF YOU.”

“It’d help if you weren’t still trying to be so over the top with this lovey stuff…” Red leaned into the hug, slotting them as close together as he could manage. He pressed his face into the armor, breathing in the familiar scent of his brother. “I don’t need to be buttered up so much for a good time.”

“YOU CLEARLY ENJOY IT THOUGH.” Edge toyed with the tip of Red’s tailbone through his shorts. Red huffed into Edge’s chest, wiggling in his lap. “I ENJOY IT AS WELL.”

“Papyrusssss.” Red’s fingers stroked along Edge’s neck vertebrae. He pulled himself up enough to breathe right onto the sensitive bones. 

“LET ME MAKE YOU SCREAM SANS…”

Edge slotted their pelvises together just right. Red whined into it.

“Fine. You can touch.” Edge captured his mouth in a kiss almost immediately. His hands pushed the hoodie off, and went for the shirt just as quickly. He broke the kiss to remove the thing before diving right back in. Red whimpered right into his mouth while his hands pulled which ribs were more sensitive than others from memory.

Red clawed at the armor, hands shakily undoing the belts holding it in place. Red had never forgotten how to put it on and remove it. He’d seen it done a million times. Edge removed the shirts underneath without needing to be asked.

Red pushed their chests together, scarred bones rubbing up against one another. Edge dipped a hand into Red’s pants to hold his pelvis and forcibly grind up against him.

“AAAAAH!” Red cried out. The harsher ministrations fit so much better. Edge wouldn’t be as gentle or lazy as Sans. His honesty was crude and cutting, and he didn’t do soft very well, but the meaning behind the acts were clear; Edge loved him, in his own way, and needed Red to know.

“SUCH WONDERFUL SOUNDS, I THINK I CAN GET YOU LOUDER THOUGH.” 

“I’m gunna make ya work for it.” Red slid out of his pants when prompted, keeping to low gravelly moans and pleased hums. Edge kept trying new bumps, different techniques on the spots Red really responded to. Red didn’t increase in sound, purposely teasing him.

Then he gave up and bit down with his sharp teeth on Red’s collarbone.

“FUCK!” Red dug scratches into Edge’s back. Edge went to pull back and apologize, but once he let go, Red tilted his head the other way. “You bite your fucking boyfriend like that, you vampire?” Edge grinned ferociously.

“HE’S NOT INTO THAT, UNLIKE YOU, YOU MASOCHIST.” Edge bit down on the opposite shoulder. Red cried out, his ecto summoning without a thought.

“If you know I’m a masochist, what’re ya waiting for?” Red pushed down Edge’s pants, undoing the belt with a single hand, taking hold of Edge’s cock and freeing it from his loose pants. With skilled ease, he slid all the way down in one motion, whining at the bite of pain from going so fast. Edge forgot how to breathe. Red bounced, panting at the stretch and the soft pounding at the back of his pussy.

Edge gripped his hips to stop him. He adjusted their angle, did one slow slide inside of Red to make sure he’d bottom out each time, then proceeded to smash him down. Red gasped the first time. His moans increased in volume when Edge refused to let up.

“I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS WHEN HE RETURNS HOME TO YOU.” Edge growled at Red’s bright face, overwhelmed and enraptured by him. “I WILL NOT LET YOU FORGET THIS, FORGET ME. I LOVE YOU, AND WHILE I AM DEIGNING TO SHARE WITH SANS, IF HE CAN HAVE BOTH OF YOU, I WILL AS WELL.” He could feel Red’s building orgasm in the clench of his fingers on his rib cage, the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, the pitch of his whines.

“I love you too.” Red cried, pain completely melted away. Edge clanked their foreheads together.

“Then come for me.” Edge came kissing Red.

They came down together, passionate kissing devolving into soft clanks until they collapsed against each other. Red hid his blushing face.

“I have no idea how this is gunna work.” Red shivered without his warm hoodie. “You and Sans agreeing to share, considering how much you argue, is really fucking weird.” Edge reached a long arm over to grab the hoodie and wrap it around his brother.

“WE BOTH CARE ABOUT YOU AND PAPYRUS. I CONSIDER IT MORE OF A TRADE, AS I GET SOME TIME WITH YOU IN EXCHANGE FOR HIS TIME WITH PAPYRUS. I AM NOT AGAINST FAIR TRADES.” Red stood on shaky legs, looking around for his clothes. He tossed back any of Edge’s he found on the hunt.

“And what about you and Sans?” Red stood up straight, wincing when he put a hand on his lower back. Edge tilted his head.

“WHAT ABOUT HIM AND I?” Red raised a brow.

“I mean, you did have sex with him. I just want to know what that arrangement looks like going forward. This kinda complex shit only works when we’re all transparent.” Edge stood to his full height. He adjusted his clothes and then grabbed his chin.

“I ADMIT, I HADN’T CONSIDERED THAT. WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST, AS YOU WERE LEFT OUT OF PREVIOUS DISCUSSIONS?” Edge thought on the idea of him and Sans doing anything again. The first time had been for a direct purpose, but there was an allure to having a liaison with a partner who he was constantly at odds with.

“I’m not really that interested in him, but I guess if you wanna have Sans, then if P and I decide to do anything, ya can’t complain.” Red shrugged. “Not that I expect that it’ll happen a lot. It’s not like I’m giving up Sans as my partner. You aren’t exchangeable. I’m pretty sure you still want to marry P.”

“OF COURSE. I LOVE HIM. OUR DATE NIGHTS ARE SOME OF THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE. MAKING A HOME WITH HIM IS STILL MY PRIORITY.” Edge kneeled and took one of Red’s hands. “YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME, AND I KNOW THAT YOU CARE FOR ME. SANS IS JUST A MORE DIRECT MATCH.” He looked towards the bedroom knowingly. “I DO PREFER NOT TO LIVE NEXT DOOR TO A TRASH TORNADO NOW THAT I HAVE THE OPTION.”

“Come on Boss, it makes cleaning a breeze.” Red smirked, Edge squawking in indignation. He bopped him on the skull, but Red finally felt his body fully relax. Everything felt right again. With a smile, he led Edge to the front door.

“Go on, send home my idiot when you see P. You know where to find me.” Red leaned on the door frame as Edge stepped out. He stooped down to kiss Red on the forehead fondly.

“I WILL SEE YOU SOON SANS.” And off he went.

------------

“How was the sleepover?” Red looked back over his shoulder when he heard Sans come in. He’d been trying his hand at cooking lately, as having all their meals at Grillby’s was getting a little old. He heard the rustle of a bag and then a sheet behind him. Then something dropped over his head.

“Pretty good. You clearly got the movie taste AND looks in the family though.” He felt a kiss on the cheek.

The item dropped on him fluttered into view. A “Kiss The Cook” apron.

“Thanks Sansy.” He turned to face Sans, stirring the stew with one hand, pulling Sans into a better kiss. 

“Mmmmm. Knew you’d like it.” Sans sat down at their kitchen table, patiently waiting for Red to finish cooking. “Your bro asked for help picking out an engagement ring for Papyrus. He’ll probably be out of touch for a bit.” He leaned back against the chair. “He offered to help me find one for you, but I turned it down.”

“Why’s that?” Red set down two plates of food. He settled into his chair, getting ready to take a bite.

“We both know we don’t wanna plan a whole shindig.” Red chuckled at that, blowing on a bite before chowing down. Pretty good this time, maybe sear the meat a little less, and almost too lost in his musing to hear Sans whisper to his plate. “That’ll never happen.”

Red couldn’t get the food down at that. It’d been months since the body swap thing, and while it took a bit to really get used to it, they were all better off for it. At least, that’s what he thought. Apparently Sans didn’t think so.

After a very awkward dinner, and a quiet clean up, Sans hugged him from behind while he put up the dishes.

“I’m feeling pretty beat. Think I’m gunna turn in a little early.” He felt so quiet, so distant. Red hugged over the arms.

“Wait up for me? Gunna shower, been stewing in sweat all day.” It barely pulled a chuckle. He did feel a slow nod against his back, then empty air. Red chest crushed under the weight of his heart. He quickly cleaned himself off, walking into their bedroom in his boxers and a t-shirt. Sans smiled, but it was tight and tired, not even reaching out to pull him closer for them to sleep. Red trembled and turned away when they turned off the light.

Sans would never marry him. He’d never be marriage material. He tried to keep his sniffles quiet, not wanting to disturb Sans while he slept. Who knows if he’d even stay boyfriend material if he was annoying on top of everything else?

“Red?” Sans had the light on in an instant. He turned Red over to look at his face, full of concern, pulling him into a hug without a thought. Sans was too nice to him. “What’s wrong, love?” Red leaned his head against him, miserable. “I shoulda noticed. I’m sorry, whatever you need, I’m here.”

Red clutched at his back, face buried in Sans’s shoulder while he hiccupped. He was such a crybaby. So easy to upset, no one would want such a sensitive spouse, always causing problems just by existing.

He would’ve kept wallowing if he didn’t feel tears falling on his skull as well.

When he pulled back, he stared at Sans’s unusual tears, confused.

“W-why are you crying?” Red winced at the stutter, caught between wanting to hunch in on himself and hold Sans. Sans kissed him gently.

“Because I love you and I’m still so bad at helping you, knowing what you need, being there when you need it. I’m such a damn failure.” He rested a hand on Red’s cheek. “You’ve been quiet since dinner, and I got too caught up in how I was feeling to be there for you, just being selfish as usual. I hate seeing you cry. What happened?” Red placed a hand over Sans’s, staring into his eyes. They had all agreed to no secrets, so he just quietly confessed.

“I heard you at dinner, that we’d never get married. I know I’m not that great of a boyfriend, but it hurts to hear it.” Sans’s eyes just got wider and wider as Red spoke. “I’m trying so hard to not be worthless. I love you so much Sansy, I don’t want you to leave.”

“Red, no.” Sans kissed his entire face, finishing by resting his forehead against Red’s.

“But you said-”

“I meant me. You’d never marry me.” Sans tired eyes wouldn’t meet his. “I caused that whole mess, and you were the one who got screwed by it, all for my selfishness. When you told me that you almost offered your soul to E in my body?” Sans laughed, humorless and tearful. ”I knew it was over. I fucked that up. I had you, and I threw it away, and I’ll never get that back. That trust is gone, and there’s no one to blame but myself.” Sans closed his eyes. “Everything fell into place but this, and I don’t think it was worth the trade.”

Sans certainly didn’t expect the soft kiss. For all their similarities, they sure could be blind.

“Sansy, I love you. I didn’t stop, even when I was mad at you. Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I do.” 

“Then what’s not falling into place? We got each other and all the time in the world.” Red held Sans’s face, gently rubbing his cheeks. “Is this because of the soul thing? Do you think I don’t trust you?”

“Yeah...I just felt before, we were building up to that, to sharing each other that way, and now, it feels like none of that matters anymore.” Sans sighed. “I guess I coulda just been too focused on it. I wasn’t appreciating what I had again…” He sagged in Red’s hands, leaning forward until he rested his head on Red’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Sans could feel Red’s body tense under him. He really was the worst sometimes, causing his boyfriend this much stress over his own inadequacies. He felt one of Red’s arms drop off his back, feeling the deep breaths in his chest, and then a hand by his own.

“It stressed me out and I was building up to it because I was nervous. I’ve never let anyone see it after we ran away from home. But after everything else, it just took a back seat. If I had known how important you felt that was, I wouldn’t have let it slip through the cracks.” Red leaned his head onto Sans’s. “If this is as meaningful as marriage where you’re from, then I’m sorry for making ya think I didn’t want that with you.”

He felt a weight transfer from Red’s hand to his own. Sans adjusted his head to see.

Red’s soul, floating above his palm. His eyes teared up again. He sat back up slowly, trying to not jostle the little thing, pulling it up closer to his face. It magically hovered a few inches above his hands, but he could reach out and touch it if he wanted.

“Wow.” It gently twirled in front of his face.

“It’s nothing special.” Sans didn’t glance away to respond to Red. He chastely kissed it, so very happy. “Aaaaah. That feels...nice.” Sans nuzzled against it like he would his boyfriend, happily humming into the warm soul. Red purred into the contact, laying back onto the headboard. He stretched out, bones warming up from the breath from Sans’s nose. “This is like getting the best massage of my life. I love you.” Sans smiled at him.

“Love you too. Wonder if you’ll like this more.” He took a long, languid lick right between the dip of the soul. 

“Oh fuck.” His body arched off the bed.

“You taste like sugar. Always knew you were a sweetheart.” Red laughed, but it was short, breathless, while Sans traced the edges of his soul. Red tore off his shirt to cool down, but the sensation was deep into his marrow.

“You sure-” Red groaned. “-got me fired up.” His bones were starting to glow crimson. The magic in his body pulsed awake, craving Sans, wanting to share this feeling with him. 

Sans was too focused on the tasty soul in his mouth, enjoying Red’s sounds, not noticing the scrambling hands at his boxers until Red had pushed them down.

“Hey, relax. This is about you.” But Red had pushed him backwards. He fell softly onto the bed, Red removing the pants with extreme prejudice.

“This is about us.” Red’s talented hands stroked and teased. His warmed hands made quick work of summoning Sans’s cock. Sans felt Red’s tongue on him in seconds, eyes hazy from all the soul teasing.

“Fuck Red, babe, I-” Sans sucked on the pointed end of Red’s soul, his boyfriend moaning around his cock. “-was gunna give you mine too.” 

Red paused his work to look at Sans face. 

“Your soul?” Sans nodded. With a little concentration, he summoned it to the front of his body. Red hesitantly reached for it. Sans kissed Red’s soul, trying to impart how much he wanted to share this with him with the simple touch. He plucked it from its summoning place with a look of reverence.

Sans soul pounded in his love’s warm fingers. Holding Red’s soul, the connection between them opened like a path, familiar but strange, like a trail only taken at night suddenly visible in the day. 

Red kissed the soul softly, Sans doing the same, and the emotional feedback magnified. 

“I love you so much.” It had come out of Red’s mouth, but they felt the echo of those words across their entire bodies. He laid forward, Sans’s ecto barely under his chin, licking at the soul while desire took over all his senses. His own soul was getting a similar treatment.

Once he’d gotten his fill of the flavor, however, he took the warm heart and moved it out of sight. Sans only knew because of the sudden mouth on him instead.

“My soul too gross for you?” He was kidding, Red could feel that, but he did sense the little spike of curiosity. He didn’t answer, keeping up his slow work on Sans’s cock with his mouth and single hand. His own ecto pussy had summoned ages ago, wet and dripping, and Red did flick his gaze upwards for that first little attempt. “Holy shit what are you doing ahhhhhhhhhh.”

Red continued working Sans’s hot soul up against himself, it sinking a little further each time. Sans tended to Red’s soul between dazed choked gasps.

“What’re you-hnnnnngh-doing to me?” Sans’s licked stripes got sloppy, feeling confined and hot, incredibly turned on. “I can see your mouth, so where’s this feeling-god DAMN!” Red finally managed to work the soul into himself enough for it to sink, his body swallowing it down his tight wet pussy. The first squeeze around it drew gasps from both of them.

“Being-mmmmmmm, ah!- double teamed by one person is new.” Red writhed, working to get Sans’s cock as far down his throat as the soul was up in his body. He used the free hand to rub over his sensitive nub, almost overwhelmed instantly from the soul feedback. He switched to fingering himself around the soul instead.

“Reeeeeeeed!” Sans’s attention became razor focused. He sucked and dragged his teeth across every piece of Red’s soul, singlemindedly trying to escape the inferno blazing through his body by igniting an even hotter one in Red, if it was even possible. His bones were glowing too, and where they touched steamed up the air, magic heavy and charged like a battery. His mind, Red’s mind, there wasn’t a difference anymore as they built up hotter and hotter bodies. Sans wasn’t sure he could even withstand the feeling of Red clenching down around him twice at the same time.

“Sansy. I’m so full of you Sansy.” Red kept up fast hand strokes when he came up for words. His tongue could scarcely keep away. “Hheeeeeeeelp me come AHHHHH!” Red took Sans’s cock to the base in one head bob, pushing the soul even deeper into himself with his fingers at the same time.

Sans could barely move, but he did have an idea. He pulled the entire soul in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around it, wet and warm, and swallowed.

“FUUUUUCK!”

Sans came right down Red’s throat at the same time Red spasmed around his soul.

It took so long for the aftershocks to leave Sans coherent. He could barely sit up, but he forced himself to tend to Red, who still hadn’t come down. His soul was still inside of him, and Red kept whimpering with his legs spread open. He put Red’s soul back first; he had pulled it out of his skull trying to stop the sensations.

“I-I-I think I go-ot t-too excit-ed.” Red curled his chin down, trying to push the soul out, but not making much progress.

“First idea after getting my soul is to put it in your pussy. Pervert.” Sans chuckled, hiding just how sensitive his body still felt. He gently slid his fingers into him. Red threw his head back, bucking up against them. “You gotta try to relax, or I won’t be able to reach it.”

“E-easy f-f-for you to say.” Red struggled to keep his hips still. Sans’s fingers could barely touch the bottom; he’d have to fit more of his hand inside. Red was still soaked from the stimulation, so the fingers did start to slide in.

“I’m gunna have to get deeper in there.”

“F-fucking fist me why don’t ya.” Red whined at Sans trying to work his hand up there.

“I almost have to.” When the widest part of his hand sank in, he finally got a grip on it. Holding onto it while pulling it out did make his hand too wide to pull back out easily. It was gunna hurt if he just yanked. With a hold on his own soul, the sensations on his end were dulled enough to focus, so he started stretching him from the inside, gently pulling and pushing while Red bit down to keep from getting too into it.

“S-sorry.” Sans heard it just before Red canted his hips with reckless abandon. 

Well, this was about him.

Sans worked his hand harder, taking advantage of Red’s enthusiasm to work him wider. His overwarm bones complained, but he was so close. Deeper, almost out, faster, tightening around his arm, and when his hand was almost free, he used his free fingers to get Red off in time with him pulling free.

Sans fell back, soul finally free, already desummoning like Red’s ecto, and they collapsed against each other, their touch finally absent of feedback.

After centuries, Red spoke.

“Are we married now?” And Sans laughed hard enough to catch Red in it too, two silly boneheads rattling in the night.

“I think so.” Sans closed his eyes, and sought out his hand. Red settled in next to him, covering them in a mostly clean blanket, then clasped it right back.

“I love you husband.” The night covered them, only the glow of their eyelights left after the lamps were off. The air was light and happy, and Sans could finally breathe easy again after all this time.

“I love you too. Til death do us part.” His grin was sleepy and crooked, Red’s was fond and tired. And with everything right again, sleep finally took them.

-----

Holy shit, it’s posted. Have fun with that.

[tanyawritesstories]

In Trouble | Plo Koon x reader smut

This is my first time writing smut so I hope it turned out ok. @hxldmxdxwn and her thirsty Plo Koon anons inspired me, love them all! If this doesn't suit you, don't read. I'll make more in the future. 😉 Feedback is always appreciated. I hope everyone likes it!

Warnings: NSFW, vibrator teasing, spanking, thigh riding, whatever you call foreplay in public

You sighed nervously as you looked in the mirror. Needless to say, you weren't too sure about the dress you bought. It was a gorgeous candy apple red with off the shoulder straps and the bust was intricately embroidered with a sweetheart cut. The midsection was corset style until it flared out into a satin skirt that came down to the bottom of your thighs. It was a tad short for your taste. You took a step back and looked at the entire ensemble together. You looked great with subtle makeup, your hair done up beautifully, and matching shoes. You took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before exhaling shakily.

"I can sense your anxiety."

You jumped and turned around to see Jedi Master Plo Koon standing by the door. You looked at him for a few seconds and then looked back at the mirror, fidgeting with the straps. You watched in the mirror as Plo walked up behind you. He gently placed his large hands on your arms.

"You look stunning, my dear." He adored.

"Thank you, Plo. I'm just nervous," you admitted, "This is an important dinner."

"Anything I can do to relieve your stresses?" He offered, his thumbs rubbing up and down your arms. 

You turned to face him, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Just be there for me, like you always are." 

"I'll be right across from you. You have no need to worry." He placed one hand on your cheek, his tough leathery skin a welcome contrast to your soft smooth skin.

"Thank you, darling."

You rested your forehead against Plo's and touched your nose against his mask. This was as close as you two got to kissing, you both thought it was more intimate. Two beings sharing thoughts and emotions. You were not force sensitive, but through your force bond with Plo Koon you were able to pick up little ripples in the force.

As your minds embraced one another, he was able to share his calm and collected aura with you, easing your nerves. You felt the tension in your muscles fade away and confidence take its place. You and Plo separated and you shared a smile with him, though you were only able to feel his through the bond. 

"We should be going," you said.

"Yes, but first, I have a gift for you." Plo reached into the pocket of his robes and brought out a small box.

You looked at him curiously as he placed the box in your hand. "Thank you, Plo."

"I am not so sure you'll be as thankful once you see what it is, little one," he stated.

Your hand froze on the cover of the box and you turned your eyes up to look at Plo through your eyelashes. "Why, what is it?" 

"You will see." 

Now more curious than ever, you lifted the cover of the box and took out the item inside. It was a small rubber object shaped like a stretched diamond and slightly curved. You turned it over in your hands and looked at Plo. 

"What is it?"

Plo reached in his pocket again and brought out a flat teardrop shaped item, only a little bit bigger than the one in your hand. He pressed a raised divot on the object and the one in your hand began to vibrate. You jumped a little bit before putting two and two together. 

"A vibrator?" You questioned with a smirk. "It's a nice gift, babe."

"I was hoping you would wear it tonight." 

You thought the look of shock would be permanently stuck on your face with how stunned you were. "Y-you want me to wear it? Tonight?" 

"Yes," Plo confirmed, his voice calm and steady. "There will be a lot of people there," you said. You looked down to hide the blush staining your cheeks.

Plo placed a finger on your chin and tilted your head back up to him. "Don't pretend the idea doesn't excite you," he chided.

That was a negative of the force bonding, you could never hide anything from him. You looked away again, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto your lips.

"Will you wear it?" He asked.

Damn his smooth melodic voice, you couldn't say no to him. Plus, you did like the idea.

You looked up at him and Plo could see the mischievous glint in your (e/c) eyes.

"Yes, I will gladly wear it," you accepted.

"Good. I was hoping you would," he said as he took the vibrator from your hand. "Allow me to put it in place for you."

Plo got on his knees and you placed the box on the vanity behind you. You spread your legs a couple steps and pulled the skirt part of your dress up and out of the way. Plo stuck the remote into his belt and then slowly slid your panties down to your thighs.

"Spread your lips for me," Plo requested. You gathered the skirt in one hand and used the other to part your folds, giving Plo a view he never ceased to enjoy.

"You are very wet already, my dear. All from just the prospect of it," Plo said lovingly.

He maneuvered the vibrator into its place, it was wide enough to cover your clit and long enough that it reached back to hover over your entrance. Plo held it in place and you let your folds close around it. 

"How does it feel?" He asked.

"Thrilling," you answered.

Plo pulled your panties back around your hips and you let your skirt drop, smoothing it lightly.

"I will see you at the dinner," Plo said before he turned and left.

~~~~

You entered the dining room and took in the many faces that had chosen to look your way. You knew what seat was yours and walked to stand behind it like everyone else. You took note of Plo and where he was standing across the room from you. Master Windu was standing not far to Plo's right while Master Shaak Ti was on the opposite side of the room from Windu. Master Skywalker was opposite Plo, standing behind you. The Chancellor entered the room with Mas Amedda by his side. The Chancellor thanked everyone for attending before introducing everyone. Most of the senators were people you didn't know but there were a few familiar names. You knew Senator Taa from Ryloth and Senator Chuchi from Pantora and you were very familiar with Senator Amidala from Naboo. The Chancellor then introduced you, the Representative of Alderaan.

You were Bail Organa's niece and his representative. Which is how you knew Senator Amidala so well. Currently, Bail was dealing with personal issues at home and asked you to attend in his place.

Everyone took their seats and the Chancellor began talking. The dinner was to discuss how the war was affecting each planet and if there was anything the Senate could do to help. The actual dinner part of the event was to take place after the politics. Though you personally would have liked it the other way around. Sometimes politics left you with a bad taste in your mouth. The Chancellor had requested a few Jedi attend the discussion as well. He wanted their perspective from being on the front lines.

You felt the slight pressure from the vibrator in your sitting position. You glanced over at Plo to see him paying attention to every word. You looked him up and down, hunger spreading through your body. Plo knew you were looking at him and he discreetly pulled the remote from his belt and played with it in his hand. He was teasing you, letting you know he had control over your pleasure. 

This will be fun, don't you think, little one. Plo said, the words entering your mind through your force bond with the Kel Dor.

I hope so. You responded.

You drew your attention back to the Chancellor and his speaking, focusing intently. You were shocked out of your focusing when the vibrations started, slow but still effective at sending heat to your core. You shifted in your seat, desperately wanting to grind your hips into the seat of the chair. Plo amped up the vibrations a few notches, taking note of your squirming out of the corner of his eye. You tried to keep a straight face, tried to keep the moans and whimpers from slipping out. You were doing good so far. Plo decided to be bad and cranked the vibrations all the way up. You jumped in your seat and let out a yelp, quickly covering your mouth. 

"Representative (l/n), are you alright?" The Chancellor asked. 

Oh how you didn't want to speak right now. "Y-y-yes, Chancellor, my apologies. I poked myself on something sharp," you said shakily.

Palpatine continued speaking and the attention was diverted away from you. You were so close, your fingers grasping the arms of the chair so hard your knuckles turned white. You ground your hips into the chair. The friction was delicious and the bolts of pleasure went through your body like lightning. You were so close to the edge, the knot tightening in your lower belly. You closed your eyes and then nothing, the vibrations stopped completely.

You almost slammed your first on the table, instead choosing to dig your nails into your leg. You looked up at Plo and could feel him smirking. You quickly got your breathing back down to normal and regained focus as the senators started speaking about the war.

That was mean. You whined.

I know. But do not worry, you'll get your reward soon enough.

You were listening to the Senator of Malastare when you felt the vibrator going again. It was low, but now you expected Plo to surprise you and you planned on keeping a straight face. You took a sip of wine and, as you put the glass down, you felt the vibrations increase quite a bit. You knew it wasn't the highest setting but the sudden change in pace still got a reaction out of you. You sucked in a breath and held it as the toy rumbled your heat into action again. You composed yourself and slowly released the air you held in, folding your hands over your lap. You looked up at Plo again and sent him a challenging smirk.

I'm getting better at this, you better up your game Master Jedi. 

The vibrator increased in speed again and you flinched, once again holding onto the arms of the chair.

Don't push me, young one. I'm just getting started. 

His words sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel your arousal dripping onto your thighs. Plo cut the vibrations and waited for the right time.

Seven more Senators spoke and then everyone was looking at you. You cleared your throat and began speaking, some of your words being information Bail had given you, the rest being your own personal experience. You were a couple minutes into speaking, when the vibrator roared to life at the highest setting. You jolted forward in your seat and let out a moan. Your breathing was labored and the pleasure coursing through your body was intense. Your face was probably bright red.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)?" Padme asked as she laid a hand on your arm.

"I-I don't know, I think so," you moaned again, distorting it to make it sound like you were in pain. "It-it must be the wine, doesn't agree with my stomach."

You clutched your stomach and faked the pain as much as you could, still groaning softly and breathing hard. You were getting dangerously close to cumming in front of a dozen Senators and the Chancellor. You started to panic, you were loud when you came and there would be no way you could disguise it as pain. You bit your lip, hard. Seconds away from being pushed over the edge, the feeling stopped. You exhaled and tried to catch your breath. Your clit was left throbbing and your entire womanhood was aching. You quickly composed yourself.

Poor thing, you must be so desperate right now.  Plo teased. You tried to ignore him.

"I think I'm alright, it's passed now. I should continue." You looked up to see everyone staring at you with either: confusion, annoyance, or concern in their eyes.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Padme asked.

"Yes, I'll be fine," you confirmed.

Plo let you finish speaking without interruption and you were also able to listen to Padme talk about war times on Naboo. 

You glared at Plo and he made eye contact with you. You were just plain angry now, he made you act out in front of your superiors and friends. Granted no one but he and you knew, it still frustrated you.

What's wrong, little one?

I think you kriffing know. You responded.

Now now, dearest. You know better than to use words like that. He scolded, his tone almost mocking.

You scoffed. I believe I have free reign over my speech, thank you. 

Behave, Plo said sternly, or I'll make you. I already plan on punishing you, don't make it worse.

You sighed and wiggled in your seat, trying to get comfortable.

With only a couple more Senators left to speak and no interruption from Plo Koon since you spoke, you were thinking you might be in the clear.

Until, of course, the toy began to vibrate again. You couldn't stop the frustrated sigh that escaped, though you covered it up with a small cough. Now your lover was going slow and taking his time to build up your release, going a setting higher every minute. Your core was starting to tingle and heat up as you got aroused for the fourth time in the past two hours. You sat frustrated and turned on, trying to pay attention. You suddenly had an idea, quickly shoving it to the back of your mind so Plo couldn't sense it. 

You causally picked up the meat knife from your place setting on the table. You toyed with it for a moment, still paying attention to the Senators. You looked at your reflection on the surface of the metal, checking your makeup for a few seconds. You held the sharp knife between your fingers and absentmindedly played with it. You didn't forget about the amazing sensation between your legs and relished in the mild vibrations while they lasted. Plo once again decided to heat things up and spiked your vibrator up all the way. You jumped and moved your hands too fast, the knife you were holding slicing into one of your fingers. You were able to gasp in pain as the knife clattered to the floor and attention was once again diverted to you. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I went to put my hand on the table and it slipped and the knife fell," you rambled. You held your injured finger with your other hand, biting your lip through the pain. 

"Oh my goodness," Padme said, shocked. "Anakin, can you get something for her hand, please." 

"No that won't be necessary, I can get it myself," you said, getting up from your chair. "I'm sorry to interrupt again, please continue without me."

You hurried out of the room and down the hall to the refresher. You sucked on your finger to stop the bleeding, moaning half way through as the vibrator was still on high. But your plan worked, you had an excuse to leave and be gone for a decent bit. You put one hand between your legs and ground into it, desperately chasing the release you had been denied so many times. You were almost there when the toy stopped.

"No!" You cried in frustration. You slammed your fist into the wall and growled. That was it, you'd had enough of this vibrator teasing. You reached your good hand into your panties and pulled the toy out, angrily throwing it into the waste bin next to you.

You allowed yourself to come down from the orgasm you nearly had, your breathing finally returning to normal. With your senses coming back you felt something, someone. You heard a sigh and looked towards the door. 

Oh no. 

Plo was standing in front of the door and had been there for Maker knows how long. He had most definitely seen you throw the toy away in anger.

"You are in real trouble now, my dear."

"Plo please, I can-"

"Not another word, bend over the sink," he ordered.

You wanted so desperately to defy him, to say no, but you also wanted that orgasm so bad that you were willing to submit to him again. You bent over and crossed your arms to lay them on the cool surface of the sink. The short skirt of your dress riding up and giving Plo a good look at your soaked panties. You heard him walk up behind you and saw him in the mirror above the sink.

He put one hand on the back of your thigh and slid it up and over the curve of your ass, pushing the skirt up around your waist. His hand left your skin and then nothing. You rested your head on your arms, not expecting anything. Until Plo's hand connected with your ass in a stinging smack. You lurched forward a little and gripped onto the edge of the sink. His hand came down again in the same spot, sending pulses of pleasure and pain through your body.

"Did you cut your hand just to get out of the situation?" Plo questioned.

"Yes," you answered meekly.

Plo spanked you again, this time on the other cheek. You moaned and grit your teeth. The continued spanking going straight to your core. 

"You disposed of my gift because you were angry," Plo observed, spanking your other cheek again. You moaned louder this time and your breathing was speeding up. 

"It is not right to get angry, is it?" Plo cupped your pussy and you squeaked. "No," you whimpered, grinding down against his hand. He promptly removed it and yanked your panties down to your knees. You gasped as your wetness was exposed to the cool air.

"Plo, please," you begged, "C-can I.."

"Can you what? Do you want to cum?" He pressed.

You nodded quickly. You glanced up in the mirror to see him take a step back and cross his arms. You felt a pressure on your clit, like someone was touching you. You moaned out at the realization. Plo was using the Force, you always came hard when he did this. The phantom fingers circled and played with your clit while it felt like other fingers were pushing inside you. You were trying to hold back your moans, there were bound to be people in the hallway that might hear. The feeling of the fingers pumping in and out of your pussy erased all possibilities of you staying quiet. You let out loud moans and whines.

"Plo, s-ahhh someone might hear," you said.

"At least it will be a better excuse than yours at the dinner table," he responded. "You are lucky that we have a matter to return to. I'll let you cum, but you'll be punished when we get back home." 

The fingers sped up their ministrations and you could feel the knot in your abdomen tightening. "Plo, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out.

He came up behind you and pulled you to stand, pulling your back into his chest. At the same time he stuck his leg between yours and moved his long robes away. You ground down against his thigh, the friction adding to everything making it impossible to hold on much longer. Plo placed one hand on your neck and the other on your lower belly.

"Cum for me, my darling," he urged.

That was all it took. The knot in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you hard. Plo moved the hand on your neck to cover your mouth. Your body shook and you grabbed onto Plo's arm as your juices spilled onto his trousers. You screamed into his hand and he held you as your body slumped against him. He moved his hand and let you breathe as you came down from the bliss. Plo held you close until you got enough strength to stand on your own.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

You nodded, "Yes, thank you." 

He gathered some tissue and wet it slightly before kneeling in front of you and gently cleaning you up. He then pulled your panties back up and smoothed your skirt for you. He also let his robes fall back into place, covering the mark you made on his pants. 

"Let me see your hand," he said, holding out his own. You placed your cut hand in his. "I got this for you," he said as he pulled out a small bandage, gently and professionally wrapping up your finger. "Thank you," you said with a smile.

"Take some more time to situate yourself, I'll go tell everyone you are alright and will be rejoining them soon." 

You stood on your toes to kiss Plo's forehead. "Thank you, I'll be out there shortly."

"Take your time, I love you," Plo bid.

"I love you too." 

[what-even-is-thiss]

Off of Land, Out of Water, Part 2, Help

It’s part 2 of the mer au. Let me know if I need to add warnings. 2,721 words

Abstract: Logan and Virgil relearning some things.

Part 1 Next

2. Help.

Virgil held onto Logan’s arm for a while at Logan’s insistence.

“You didn’t sleep, you shouldn’t be swimming much.” he had said.

For once Virgil didn’t protest.

They got to the school, a low building in more shallow waters where people went to memorize the history of merfolk. Undersea people had no written language so a select few with good memories were chosen as young children to learn trade secrets, history, how the systems of government worked, and yes, any interaction they had ever had with humans. Logan was appointed as a a history scholar but always felt he would be better at memorizing things found in science and math and magic. The masters had insisted, however, for whatever reason, that he learn history. So that is what he did. The names and places of all merfolk from the central Atlantic region, their ancestors’ place of origin, their previous migration patterns, the major things that happened in their politics and history were all in his head. Soon, if he passed this test, he would work as an archivist. Keep relics safe, answer merpeople’s questions about their family history when they came to the school. When he’s older he’ll take on an apprentice and teach them everything he knows. Literally. All that was ahead of him though. For now in this moment he had to start reciting.

And his chest was feeling weird.

“Virgil, I don’t like to use this word more often than I have to, but my chest feels weird.” Logan said casually as they waited outside the stone exam room where people had carved many pictures in the stone walls of teachers being eaten by sharks or stabbed with spears.

“Your chest feels…. weird?” Virgil asked.

“Yes. Strange. Odd. Queer.” He also made a low humming in his throat in mer language to further solidify his point that whatever he was feeling definately wasn’t ordinary.

“Like are you anxious?” Virgil asked, a horrible note of hope in his voice.

“Hardly.” Logan said. “I know everything I should. But my lungs, my inner gills, I…”

Virgil suddenly grabbed Logan’s arm and started pulling him away.

“Virgil! The test!” Logan exclaimed.

“No time for tests! Your stomach is going to start hurting soon! I knew it was you. I just knew it. Oh God, why did it have to be you?” Virgil said.

Logan swore very loudly with a whistle and a click as his stomach started hurting just as Virgil had predicted. His head went light. People made extremely disapproving noises as Virgil pushed them out of the way. They knocked a decorative rope made for graduation season and New Years off of a building. Virgil was moving upwards at a dangerous pace, somehow not bothered by the change in pressure, his black and grey scales and pale skin both began to reflect real sunlight rather than the bottled kind.

“Virgil take me to a healer!” Logan called, trying to fight his way out of Virgil’s grasp.

But it was no use. Even on Logan’s best day and Virgil’s worst Virgil was still stronger, bigger, and had a much tighter will than him. His fear made him unstoppable. Logan could vaguely hear shouts and other confused noises behind him as his skin began to feel gross. Just really, really gross. The shimmering light of the surface became visible. Everything was expanding too quickly. Somehow Virgil didn’t slow down. His desperate grip on Logan’s arm began to draw blood. Logan’s stomach reached critical levels of pain. Oxygen bubbles began forming in his lungs.

“Surface… too… fast…” Logan managed. His vision went blurry.

He blacked out.

……….

“Keep walking, Virgil.” dad said. “The car’s that way.”

“Dad… it…” Virgil started.

He fell to his knees.

“Verge!” his mom yelled.

Through his blurry vision Virgil thought he could see her straight curtain of bleach blonde hair. The boardwalk was hard and yet somehow soft under his knees. 

“Mom, what’s wrong with him?” Virgil heard his brother say.

“Be quiet, Roman. We need to think. I told you we shouldn’t bring him to the ocean until he’s grown. I told you!”

“I told him to not touch the water, Jen!” 

“What…” Virgil tried. “My stomach… Mom?”

He fell fully onto his side. His lungs were starting to burn.

“It wants him now, John! There’s no one around! That witch made sure of it! Do it!”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen yet! He’s only thirteen!”

“Look at him! The ocean doesn’t care! Do it!”

The air suddenly felt very dry despite the sea spray around him. For some reason Virgil knew this had to do with when he had stood in the waves despite his parents’ warnings. Though why suddenly being sick would be related to that he didn’t know. He felt his heart increase to a dangerous pace as some arms belonging to he didn’t know who began pulling his clothes off of him.

Virgil cried. But he couldn’t cry. Some hands, he didn’t know whose, threw him into the air. He felt water engulf his naked body. He couldn’t move his legs apart. He gasped in a mouthful of salt.

He blacked out.

……….

Logan opened his eyes and tried looking around. Everything was heavy except for his lungs which were horribly light. It was almost as if they didn’t exist. His body hurt. The surface under him was hard. All he could see was blurry grey shapes.

“Vir-gil?” he asked. He tried to whistle out his friend’s mer name but found that he couldn’t. His mouth felt strange. His hair felt strange. His skin felt strange. His tail felt… His…

“H… huh?” he asked nobody in particular.

A hand on his back helped him sit up.

“They’re called legs.” said a familiar deep and ominous voice.

“My teeth are…” 

“Not pointy. Take it slow. It’s hard to adjust.”

Logan ran his tongue along his teeth. Most of them were flat. They had become… what’s the word? Omnivorous? Flat? Annoyingly small?

“I’m going to put something on your face now.” Virgil said. “I borrowed them from my younger brother. They’re his old prescription. It’ll be better than nothing.”

Virgil carefully put some kind of glass and wire thing on Logan’s face over his eyes and Logan stopped seeing a blur and finally saw his friend’s face. His black hair wasn’t floating around, nor was it plastered to his head with water. It was dry. Before now Logan hadn’t even known what that word truly meant. He ran his fingers into his own hair. Dry. He looked at Virgil. Down his body. He was…

“You are…”

“Human. Yeah. Try looking down.”

Logan looked down.

“Okay clearly that isn’t natural.”

His friend laughed. “You said you know how full mammals reproduce.” Virgil said. He lifted up his shirt and pointed to the large inverted scar on his stomach. The one Logan had asked about every time he’d seen him for the past ten years. “That’s how I got this scar. From being born. We call it a belly button. Or, a navel I guess.”

Virgil jumped up and went to what Logan recognized from drifting junk he had seen in the ocean to be an ice chest. He looked around and saw that they were under a cliff face, or he assumed it was a cliff face from carvings he’d seen. He also slowly realized that he was physically human now and that according to what he’d heard about human customs....

“You need help putting these on?” Virgil asked, pulling some clothes out of the ice chest.

“Most likely. I’ve never had to… um…”

“You’ll get used to it. Don’t try to understand anything yet. Trust me. It isn’t worth it.”

Virgil gently helped his friend into a pair of boxers and some jeans. He brought out a polo shirt.

“You’re about my younger brother’s size so I brought some of his clothes. Hope you like polo shirts. That’s basically all he wears. Well, except for things with cats on them.”

Virgil instructed Logan on how to put a shirt on, helping him put his arms through the holes.

“Now, before I see if you can walk, word to the wise, don’t take your shirt off in front of people. Almost every human that has ever lived has a belly button, and you don’t.”

“Why?” Logan asked. “What is any of this? What is happening? What are you?”

“Okay, L. Clearly you were lying when you said that you know how mammals reproduce. I’ll have the talk with you later. I’ll have a lot of talks with you later. For right now, I’m gonna help you stand.”

……….

“That’s it. Put your entire body into it.” she encouraged.

Virgil clicked out her name angrily and huffed, but he moved his tail nonetheless.

“That’s good. You’re getting better at pronouncing my name!” she whistled.

“I’ve been thinking about a human name for you. I decided. I’m gonna call you Val in human.” Virgil said.

“If that makes you feel better. I don’t need a human name though.” Val said.

“Am I done yet?” he asked.

“Do you think you can swim next to me?” she asked.

“Ugh, fine.” Virgil spat. “You’re too happy.”

“So you keep telling me, guppy.”

“I’m already an adolescent!” Virgil hissed, showing his teeth.

Sometimes instincts really did override what he’d learned as a human. Even though he was, for all intents and purposes, physically a merman now, he did age a bit faster than other merpeople. A merman his age would normally be figuring out social rules and not have any hormones to speak of. The equivalent of a human nine year old. Virgil, on the other hand, was now supposed to be learning how to be an adult, which he couldn’t do when he didn’t know how to move around or speak in full sentences. He was supposed to be wrestling his younger brother and defending him from their mom, going to his older brother’s music recitals and hating it, learning how to cook from his parents, crying over final exams, worrying about which high school he was going to. Watching Gators football games and cursing as he stabbed himself in the eye with a mascara brush for the first time. 

But instead it was like he was a toddler all over again.

Val and Verge swam slowly together in silence to the edge of the reefs where her house was, dangerously close to human civilization. Virgil was exhausted.

“Why am I even here? Why can’t I just stay human?” he asked as she held him tight when he was ready to sleep.

“It’s because of what came before us, guppy.” Val said, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s just something you got caught up in. I’ll tell you soon.”

……….

“I am so heavy.” Logan said, rubbing his injured knee.

He had knees now. He… no, don’t process that. Save it for later.

“Everyone’s heavy. It’s just more obvious on land.” Virgil said, holding his hand out again. 

Logan took a deep breath of briny sea air and pulled on his friend’s hand. He managed to stand with some help.

“We can carry you to the car if you can’t make it.” Virgil said.

“No. Cars sound horrifying and I’d rather know that I’m able to get away from it. And your brothers. They don’t sound agreeable. Let me go.” Logan said.

“Alright, but I hope you know that almost nobody learns to walk in one day.” Virgil said.

“I’m not a child!” Logan exclaimed.

“Yeah that’s what I said too.” Virgil said as he let go.

Logan looked down at his feet now trapped in things called “tennis shoes” and took a breath.

“Just focus on not falling down.” Virgil said.

“You’ve already said that. And I have a good memory. I…”

“Yeah, I know L. Just look up. Look at me. Step forward. Just one step for now.”

Logan looked up. Virgil was a lot bigger than him even as a human. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. He wanted to take a step towards Virgil to point at him and tell him that this wasn’t fair. He tried to do that but took two steps and fell into Virgil’s arms instead.

“Further than you got last time.” Virgil said.

“You’re never this patient.” Logan grumbled into Virgil’s chest.

“I have a long term memory, you know. Swimming isn’t easy to learn as an adult. Or a teenager.” Virgil said. “Come on, we’ve got another hour before they get here. Maybe I can see you fall face first into the rocks a few more times.”

Logan tried standing up again.

“Virgil, how long were you… before we met?”

“A hundred days.” Virgil said. “Just living with Val, learning how to exist again. It was another year after that I got to visit my family again.”

Logan took a step forward.

“I can’t wait a hundred days. Much less a year.”

He took another step forward. Then another. Then he fell over again. Virgil caught him before he hit the ground.

“Well at least you’re giving me a good arm workout today.” Virgil grunted, lifting his friend up again. “God, Patton is rubbing off on me. I just looked on the bright side of something.”

“I don’t know who that is, but he’s clearly corrupting you.” Logan paused. “That was a joke.”

“I know, dude. You don’t have to tell me every time. He’s my younger brother.”

He sat Logan down on the rocks.

“Well I suppose I know where you go when you leave without any warning now.” Logan said, rubbing his face underneath the glasses. He clicked his tongue in a small curse. Some equivalent to “Crud” or “Shoot.” in mer speak.

“Yup.” Virgil said. “Florida. Lucky you.”

“That sounded suspiciously like sarcasm.” Logan said as he rubbed his suffering knees.

“It was.”

……….

Virgil focused on breathing slowly. He swam up cautiously.

“You’re shaking, buddy. Come on, you’ve been growing. They’re gonna want to see that.” Val said.

“I can’t.” Virgil said, stopping suddenly. “I can’t.”

He turned around. Val grabbed him by the arm.

“Hey, you survived the first day of school and talked to the elders. You can do anything.” She said.

She gently ran one of her hands along his neck and to the base of his spine, a gesture he recently learned was used to soothe people when they were nervous, especially between parents and children. He nervously flicked his tail at that realization. How did Val see him, really?

“They’re your family. They want to see you.” she said. “It doesn’t matter what you’ve become. And next year? You’ll get to visit them properly. Go on.”

She gestured upwards. Virgil swallowed.

“Alright, but I won’t like it.”

“Sure you won’t.”

He swam cautiously upward on his own. It had been so long since that day at the boardwalk where everyone had suddenly disappeared and his stomach had started hurting. The day he had been thrown in to appease the ocean and hadn’t seen his family since. How much did they know? How could they forgive him for not listening? How could he forgive them for not telling him why he couldn’t touch the water? Could he explain everything to them? How he looked like a freak even down there? How badly he wanted to come home? How badly he wanted to stay?

He caught sight of the correct pile of rocks and aimed for it. Two almost familiar figures were peering into the water. He broke the surface.

“Virgil, baby!” his brothers were pushed aside and almost fell into the water as his mom knelt and hugged him around the neck.

Virgil blew the water out of his lungs and smiled with all his teeth despite how embarrassed he was at the size of them. He saw his dad standing behind them and when it was his turn he hugged even harder. If merpeople could cry Virgil knew he would be doing it.

“Hi dad.” he whispered into his father’s shoulder. “Hi.”

Patton and Roman both smiled at him from behind their parents’ tearful babbling. Roman gave a wave. The same one he did whenever a piano recital was over. Virgil sighed. It was alright.

[deathbyseventeen]

The Switch || Christmas 2019 AU

TITLE: The Switch || Bodyswitch AU || Christmas 2019  

MC: Joshua Hong, F-Reader 

GENRE: Angst, Pinning, Romance

WORDS: 11.5k 

_______________________________________________________________________

Author’s Notes: My biggest post of the year? Nope that goes to the Steampunk!Hoshi x Technological!Reader fic I believe. Anyways, this post is 2 years in the making so I hope it gets some love! 

_______________________________________________________________________

DECEMBER 24TH

In what could only be described as a small ballroom, though in reality it was just a more-than-large bedroom, a twenty-one-year-old, amber haired boy, stared attentively at the oval-shaped standing mirror that held his smirking reflection.

Without taking his eyes off it, his right hand reached over to the glossy mahogany counter next to him. His fingers trailed carefully over the items on it. A silver ring in need of polishing, a simple gold chain necklace, a single silver-plated cross piercing.

He could tell what they were without having to look at them, with just the tips of his fingers.

It wasn’t long before he came across the gold-encrusted Rolex he was looking for. Without taking his eyes off his reflection, he managed to put it on. It was then that he stopped staring at himself, if only the reflection of his face, and admired the reflection of the gold watch on his wrist.

“Looking good,” he whispered to himself.

A knock came from the door, “Joshua?”

“Come in,” he answered.

It was his friends, though he really only saw them as acquaintances. Y/N L/N,  only two years younger than him, dressed in an expensive gala outfit, came through the door. Your simple black flats made a padding sound against the polished, hardwood, dark mahogany floor. Yoon Jeonghan, in his own expensive dark gray blazer, cotton slacks, and black oxfords, walked in behind you.

“Joshua, oh,” you stopped for a second taking him in, “you’re already ready?”

“Of course,” he answered as he pulled on and popped his blazer.

“Great.” You replied happily, bouncing on your flats. “My parents sent our driver to take us to the Christmas charity gala. It starts in two hours but we’re suppos—”

“Let me stop you there,” Joshua interrupted you, “I didn’t even know there was some gala our parents wanted us to go to.”

“But—”

“I’m actually going to Nayoung’s yacht party. Started when the sun went down. I’m late.”

Joshua turned away from his reflection, for the first time since he had begun dressing, to look at you and Jeonghan. “I was wondering why you guys were here.”

Truth be told he had known both of you since you were babies, but still, he managed to forget about you both all the time.

Jeonghan let out a huff, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “We’ve had to attend this gala since we were thirteen. And you’re ditching it to go to Nayoung’s tantrum party? You get she’s only throwing that to get on her parents' nerves.”

“Yeah,” Joshua smirked, “but there’ll be tons of hot girls there.”

He grabbed a bottle of cologne and spritzed it on himself. “Why aren’t you guys ditching? Oh…,” he trailed off suddenly looking at the both of you pityingly, “were you guys not invited?”

While you looked at Joshua with hurt written all over your face, Jeonghan looked at him challengingly, an eyebrow raising.

He laughed as if Jeonghan were only joking around, “Like I said, I’m late. So, lock the front door when you let yourselves out, yeah?” He brushed past you both, not bothering to close the door and a few seconds later the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed throughout his house.

You turned to Jeonghan. But, before you could speak, he lifted a finger to ask you to wait. A second later, the sound of an engine could be heard roaring to life and racing down the streets.  _______________________________________________________________________

You and Jeonghan sat on velvet, red cushion chairs, in front of a circular table that had twelve dinner plates and an assortment of glasses and cutlery lining it, along with a poinsettia bouquet as a centerpiece. There were place cards on each plate. You stared sadly at the one on your left.

The place card had Joshua’s name on it.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whined. He nuzzled his face onto your right shoulder and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “He’s not worth it. He’s only gotten worse since we were kids.”

“I still like him though,” you answered sadly, reaching to grab the place card and hide it into the bouquet of Christmas flowers.

“No one should like bratty rich kids, especially you, Miss Donates-Money-Every-Week.” He pushed himself off of you and righted himself in his own chair. “He’s not worth it.” He mumbled playing with a ring on his left hand’s index finger.

You drooped like a flower without water. “I know.”

“Hey, guys!” A cheery voice came up behind you guys, making you jump.

“Xiyeon, Roa, hi,” you greeted with a smile.

“You’re early, that’s great!” Xiyeon bounced.

“I’m sorry for her,” Roa smiled, “she’s a bit excited since this is her training year before she joins me on the committee.” She gestured at their matching outfits: red, high-waisted, wide-leg dress pants and simple white button shirts. The only difference in their outfits being their hairstyles. Roa had straight black hair with bangs. Xiyeon had wavy long black hair.

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t part of the committee this year. You’re always a member of the committee.” You could feel the unspoken question lingering in the air.

“Yes, well, I decided that I wanted to sit with my friend in the back this year and participate in the festivities.”

“Wonderful,” She smiled. “We should get going, double-check everything is ready before the gala starts. Xiyeon.”

“Wait,” She said as Roa began to walk away, “This seat doesn’t have a place card.”

“No one must have been assigned to that seat.” Jeonghan laughed, running a hand through his dyed, white hair.

“No, there was. I remember. I memorized the seating chart. It was….” Xiyeon said, concentrating on the plate, willing the name to return.

“Joshua’s ditching again, correct?” Roa, provided before Xiyeon could remember, lips in a thin smile. She looked at you expectantly for an answer.

“No,” You replied.

“Place card in the bouquet?”

“...Yes,” You nodded finally, giving in.

Roa extended an arm towards you, “The only reason I continue to order a place card for him is to keep appearances.”

You nodded wordlessly and took the place card you had hidden in the bouquet to hand to her.

She looked at it for a second before ripping it in half. “You look beautiful in that knee-length dress, Y/N. Silk for the bodice and tulle for the bottom, right?” She hummed suddenly, “Are those diamonds on the waistband? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear something so expensive before.”

She nodded at you both, “Come along, Xiyeon.”

When they were gone you looked at Jeonghan with a forlorn on your face.

“Oh look, they decorated the Christmas tree so nicely this year,” he nodded to the front of the ballroom, where at the top of a grand staircase with red velvet carpet sat a large Christmas tree.

It was surrounded by tables where the objects that were going to be put for auction at the end of the dinner had been placed. On one of them, a shiny, silver men’s watch caught your eye.

_______________________________________________________________________

Joshua got to Nayoung’s yacht party when it was already in full swing. Christmas lights decorated its side and strobe lights cast lines of colorful light into the sky. Music could be heard pounding against the metal of the boat and reverberating into the ocean. Its surface rippled as the people inside the yacht raved.

On the dock, the captain’s first mate waited for the last guest. He stood beside the white, metal boarding steps that led onboard, stone-faced and alone. He knew perfectly well who they were forcing him to wait for.

After haphazardly parking his car, Joshua smirkingly strode up to the boarding steps, ignoring the first mate.

“Name?” The first mate asked as he stepped in front of Joshua and blocked his path. He looked down at the clipboard in his hands, studying it like Joshua wasn’t actually late.

“Joshua Hong,” Joshua answered brusquely. He paused for a second, glaring at the first mate, dusting off his form-fitting, black blazer passive-aggressively even though he wasn’t watching. Then, without waiting for the first mate to allow him onto the yacht, he stepped onto the boarding steps and made his way up.

Clenching his teeth, the first mate followed behind him and motioned at the crew at the top to alert the Captain that they would soon be ready to leave dock.

Joshua smirked when he stepped on deck. Nayoung leaned against a white wall in a tight, small black dress. Her long black hair splayed over her shoulders.  

“Fashionably late?” She asked teasingly, twirling a piece of her hair.

“Reasonably late,” He corrected with a sly smile, throwing her a wink.

“You’re the last one. Now we can leave the dock.”

“Let's get the party started,” Joshua cheered. Without a second to waste, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the heart of the party.

He skipped the dance floor and threw some winks and lip bites at a group of girls that were grinding against their partners until he reached the bar.

“Two whiskeys,” He ordered, yelling over the music, “and make it quick.”

Nayoung seated herself on the stool to his left and tapped her fingers against the marble tabletop. When the two glasses of whiskey were placed in front of them, Joshua turned to the bartender and snapped at him.

“Bring the bottle. Did you think this would be enough?”

The bartender went scurrying off. In the few seconds it took for them to come back with the bottle, Joshua and Nayoung had already finished their drinks.

Joshua, liking the burn going down his throat, turned to Nayoung, and smirking said, “Let’s get shit faced.”

_______________________________________________________________________

The master clock on board the ship ticked 11:50pm when Joshua Hong decided that he was done partying for the day. It was the earliest he had ever decided to leave a party. But, with the concoction that was brewing in the pit of his stomach-- a combination of whiskey and tequila, he felt like he needed to go to sleep as soon as possible.

It was something he had never felt before even when he drank more than he thought he did that night.

He felt weird.

He felt odd.  

So, he found himself feeling his way down into the cabins, his face against the cool, white, metal walls. The sound of the engines running traveled up the walls and through his body. He took small steps, his feet feeling out the grooves of the carpet as to not fall.

Then, when he reached the stairs that led below deck, he sat down and took his descent one step at a time. After all, everything was blurry and he felt like something was pulling his body forward rather than he moving it forward.

_______________________________________________________________________

Seungcheol Choi was freezing his ass off, to say the least. While the sea mist sprayed his face, the sea breeze slapped it. Even in his large black coat, thick work pants, and heavy work boots, he could still feel the cold air seeping through and clinging to his body.

He felt like he could say that in his twenty-two years of life he had never felt anything as cold as the sea at night, during winter.

“I fu-fucking hate this,” Jihoon Lee stuttered, the cold of the sea, hitting his face. His teeth chattered, and with crossed arms he folded into himself, trying to keep warm. The clothes he wore, almost an exact copy of Seungcheol’s, failed to keep him warm as well. The black beanie on his head was a small solace.

He was twenty-one and in as much danger of getting arrested as Seungcheol was.

“W-We should have stolen a better boat,” he said, shivering. “Or m-maybe none at all,” he grumbled.

Seungcheol cupped his hands together and blew the warmest air he could into them. “We have no choice. We do this and we have the money we need to give our family a real Christmas dinner.”

He looked at Jihoon, “A Christmas dinner, Ji. Just one. One. For our brothers.”

Jihoon nodded, running his hands down his red face. There was nothing more for Jihoon to say. He understood what Seungcheol was trying to do and although he thought there were thousands of ways that it could wrong...

“Now,” Seungcheol told him.

Jihoon nodded. He pulled the string that started their small boat’s engine and steered it towards the yacht they had been eyeing all night long. He stopped under a row of portholes on the side of that looked deserted. The side that was hidden from those on land but not those farther out in the sea.

“We can use these as steps to get into the boat,”  Seungcheol nodded at Jihoon’s observation.

“You stay here. I’ll go alone.”

Jihoon balked. “What?”

“I’m going alone.”

“That’s too dangerous. I’ll go with you.”

Seungcheol smiled, “You’re staying here.” Then, ignoring Jihoon’s cries of protest, he pushed himself onto the first porthole.

Groaning, Jihoon maneuvered himself underneath Seungcheol and began pushing him upwards, helping him reach the next porthole.

Then, Seungcheol stumbled over the railing and into the boat. When he gathered his bearings, he looked over the railing, gave Jihoon a thumbs up and mouthed for him to stay.

After a moment, he gave his back to Jihoon and let out a sigh of relief.

If anything went wrong and he went down, at least he would go down alone.

Taking steps forwards was troubling for him. The sea rocked the yacht and it made him feel as if at any moment he would be thrown over the railing and into the ocean.

He supported himself against the wall and took big steps forward, hoping that it would mean things would go by faster. To his relief, he didn’t have to walk far before he found a door labeled “Hallway to Cabin Stairway.”

He grinned like a madman as he pulled the door open and fell forward. The hallway looked impossibly long. Like before, he took a deep breath and then giant steps forward, quickly now, wanting to reach the stairwell.

When he reached it and began his descent, he practically skipped over most of the steps. If anyone had been there to watch him they would say he fell down the stairs. But Seungcheol, he flew down the stairs because of his strong will to get the job down.

He rested at the bottom for a couple seconds, hand against the wall, watching as the hallways rocked from side to side.

Until they didn’t.

A shuddering breath left him as he pushed himself off the wall and walked down the rest of the hall and through the door and into the cabins hall. He tried the first door on his left-- locked. Then the one on the right-- locked.

He let out a frustrated huff but kept walking forward.

The next door, the one on his right was already slightly ajar.

He grinned.

He pushed the door open and almost danced in giddiness. An arrange of coats and purses were lying across the large cabin. It was a room larger than any he had ever seen, bigger than any room he had ever been in. It almost made him angry. But, the possibility of the loot in front of him drove the anger away, if only for a moment.

He dove forward, grabbed the first bag he saw and dug through it. One hundred and fifty dollars.

“Rich people,” he laughed.

It took him five minutes in all his giddy happiness to dig through all the coats and bags. It was 11:58 when he finished; and, with his own bag clutched in his hands, he scurried out of the room and headed to the one directly across from it.

The door was closed but unlocked. It was pitch black when he opened the door. His fingers felt around the wall for a switch. Then froze when the lights came on.

Another man his age, he guessed, whined at the sudden influx of light. He sat up and glared at Seungcheol, taking him for a crew member. “Turn off the fucking lights.”

Seungcheol nodded and did as told. He took some steps backward, backed into the hallway, and closed the door before another word could be said. He had just opened the next door when the man from before came tumbling out, pointing a finger at him.

“Fucking thief!” Crap.

The guy looked horrible as if he were about to hurl. Yet despite his obvious illness, the guy stumbled forward and shoved Seungcheol into the door frame.

Groaning because the back of his head hit the frame, Seungcheol dropped to his knees and crawled down the hallway. He narrowly avoided the swift quick that the guy aimed at him.

Then the rocking came back.

Seungcheol stood up and stumbled forward, throwing a punch. It hit the guy’s nose and sent him stumbling backward. The man fell to the floor.

It took almost no time for him to stand up and throw a punch himself. He missed but it grazed Seungcheol’s mouth.

Seungcheol laughed. He could feel a trickle of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

Like bulls, they charged at each other. Each of them aiming at the faces of the other.

Stalemate.

In an act of desperation, Seungcheol lunged at the man and kicked him in the gut. The man stumbled backward and hit the back of his head against a door frame again.

Then, as Seungcheol neared the man and readied to kick him once more, a rumbling sound filled the halls and the boat rocked harder than it ever had before.

They didn’t notice.

Water started to seep through the doors of the upper hallway. It slithered down the velvety, red carpet and down the stairwell. A puddle began forming on the carpet of the hallway until even that became a stream. Even Seungcheol’s bag of loot started to drift from where he had dropped it when the man first hit him. It wasn't until they both pushed each other and fell face-first onto the floor that they realized water was beginning to accumulate.

To their dismay, it was too late. Not a minute after they both dizzily stood up did a canon of water shoot down from the stairwell.

A second later, they were out cold and drowning.

That was 12:00:00, December 25th.

_______________________________________________________________________

DECEMBER 25TH

You paced back and forth in the dimly lit hallway of the emergency waiting room of a hospital.

It was four in the morning and the lights were yet to be turned on. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t anybody in the hospital. Even besides the patients, doctors, and nurses, there was a group of raggedy dressed young men sitting on some of the area’s chairs.

Nayoung Lim was sitting a couple of seats away from where Jeonghan had taken a seat, a towel wrapped around her soaked body.

The gala had been nearing its end when you had gotten a call on your cell. 12:30 am and Joshua’s parents were frantically screaming for you to go to the hospital over the phone.

Joshua had been in a sinking yacht. He had been rescued, unconscious, and with water in his lungs, from the hallway of the sleeping quarters the boat.

What had he been doing there? His blood was heavily intoxicated! He was supposed to be at the gala with you and Jeonghan!

The tears came almost instantly and instead of words, hiccuped gasps escaped you. From that, they gathered almost instantly that you weren’t responsible for whatever their son was going through.

Jeonghan had stolen the phone from your hands and brought it up to his own ears. He asked what was wrong after noticing it was Joshua’s mother on the phone.

It was Jeonghan that dragged you to your family’s limo.

It was Jeonghan that told the driver where to go.

It was Jeonghan that kept you from screaming your lungs off at Nayoung.

“Look we want to apologize,” a tall boy with round glasses stood up from his seat, “your friend probably got stuck there because of our brother—”

“Your thief of a fucking brother. He was stealing my friend’s property! Joshua is here because of him.”

“Oh, shut up! It's your fault Joshua was even there in the first place!” You yelled, turning around to lunge at her.

Jeonghan sprang to his feet and blocked your path, holding you back by pinning your arms to your sides.

“My fault?” She scoffed, “Joshua’s a big boy, he can make his own choices; and want a big boy he is.” She smirked flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Rage seethed through you. Everything was tinted red in your vision but, Jeonghan didn’t let you act on it.

Nayoung smirked at your restrained state. Then, remembering where she was and who was there. She turned to the group of six boys and glowered at them, “Consider yourself fucking sued.”

Before you could yell at her again, Jeonghan spoke, “For what?” He scoffed, “For coming to see their brother at the hospital? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Their brother--”

“Their brother did nothing. You’re the sole person responsible for everyone on that boat,” he glared at her.

“Look at them, they’re poor! He was stealing.”

“Do you have any proof of that?” You glanced at the group of boys against the opposite wall, noting for the first time what Nayoung was referring to. Their clothes were falling apart at the seams.

Nayoung looked at him indignantly. But before she could speak, a doctor came out from the emergency room in scrubs. She looked at the room curiously then looked down at the clipboard in her hands.

“For Joshua Hong?”

“That’s me!” Nayoung practically screamed.

“That’s not true!” You growled. “We’re--” you motioned between Jeonghan and you, “the one’s here for him.”

“Alright.” The doctor interjected. “Either of you family?”

“No.” You frowned, “They aren’t here. But, his mother sent us in her place.”

“Paperwork?”

“Filed.” You said, handing her a copy of the paperwork you had to fill out when you had gotten there. You could feel Nayoung glaring behind you.

“Alright,” she said, reading over the names on the forms, “follow me.”

You smirked at Nayoung as you walked past her. Jeonghan pulled you along, forcing you to keep walking before you could do anything; and, before the doors slid closed behind you, you took a glance at the group of boys. All except one were staring at the ceiling to avoid looking in Nayoung’s direction.

They had been left in the lion's den and they knew it.

But, the short one with a chopped up black sweater was staring in your direction. His eyes were rimmed with red. You looked at each other for a few seconds before he looked away.

Then the door closed.

The doctor and Jeonghan were waiting for an elevator to come down when you caught up to them not so far away. It took you to the 20th floor where Joshua had been given his own private room.

You ran when she gave you the room number, leaving Jeonghan behind with her.

The hallway was slippery but it did nothing to stop you as you ran. The dim lighting was barely enough to look at the plaques on the walls and read their numbers. When you finally found it, you rushed inside and forgot to even close the door before breaking into tears again.

_______________________________________________________________________

When Seungcheol woke up there were bright lights in his face and an incessant beeping in his ears. His face felt swollen and awkward but his back felt like he had been sleeping on clouds. He really didn’t want to open his eyes.

When he yawned and tried to stretch, he realized there was something holding him down. His eyes flew open. He turned his head to look down at his left hand without sitting up.

There was a girl holding his hand. A girl he had never seen before, but couldn’t help noticing was really pretty. Who was he to reject a pretty gir--

‘Wait,’ he thought to himself. He glanced down at his hand again and froze. Since when did he have such long fingers… His hand did not look like this hand he realized then screamed.

The girl beside him woke up and instantly attempted to calm him. She rubbed circles onto his hand with the pad of her thumb. With her other hand, she reached over to press the blue button that called a nurse.

“Joshua! Joshua, calm down! Please calm down. Everything's going to be okay! Joshua! Joshua!” She cried.

“Who’s Joshua?!” He screamed. “I’m not Joshua! I’m not Joshua!” As he repeated, screaming and thrashing in his bed as a nurse injected sedatives into his IV bag.

_______________________________________________________________________

DECEMBER 26TH

Joshua woke up groaning, twisting and turning on a bed that looked like it belonged in the trash. The springs were broken and the stuffing was spilling out from the sides. It had been slept on one too many times. Signs of its previous owners were permanently imprinted onto it.

Like a prince with a pea under his mattress, he complained until someone came into the suffocatingly dry, concrete room.

“Coups,” he heard, “What’s wrong?”

“What the hell is a Coups and what is it doing in my room,” he groaned.

“What?” He heard and this time opened his eyes. His eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Coups?” They asked.

“What?” He asked this time. Suddenly, his surroundings started to come into focus and he couldn’t help but sit up in a flash. He was surrounded by four concrete walls devoid of any color. Bits of concrete were beginning to chip and when he looked at the ceiling, it looked like it was about to crumble.

“Where the hell am I?” He asked slowly. Disbelief was beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach.

He turned to look at the person who had been talking to him and balked. He didn’t know the person standing in front of him.

The boy had a long face, black hair, and round glasses. He wore clothes that didn’t fit him and were falling off of his shoulders, and he had a book in his hands.

“Who the hell are you?”

The boy didn’t have time to answer, not that he really could. He was too confused at his brother’s frantic state.

Joshua looked around again and stopped when he spotted a mirror. A boy he didn’t know was staring back at him. Long face, thick lips, big nose, black hair….

He lifted a hand to wave at the boy and when he mimicked him simultaneously, he screamed and scrambled off the bed. He ran his hands over his face and cried.

Freaked out, the boy rushed out the door and locked it. Despite being in a different room and getting farther from the first, he could still be heard screaming for someone else. “Woozi! Woozi! Something’s wrong with Coups!” The boy screamed.

Joshua took large gulps of air, trying to get his breathing under control. “This has to be a nightmare.” He whispered to himself. “I’ll just… I’ll just pinch myself. Yeah.” He did as he said, and yelped when his fingernails dug into his skin.

He started to hyperventilate.

The door opened and in walked in the boy from before, followed by a shorter, stern-looking boy.

“Who the fuck is responsible for this?!” Joshua barked at them.

The short one raised an eyebrow at him curiously. “Did what?”

“This isn’t funny, you know. I’ll freaking sue you. I’ll take the little you’ve got.”

“Sue me?” He asked. “Seungcheol what is going on?”

“Who the hell is Seungcheol?!” He screamed again, stumbling as he stood up.

The boy nodded a single time as if he had figured everything out. He turned to the boy with the round glasses, “I think has a concussion, a bit of amnesia. He should be fine after a bit of rest. It’s what the doctor said he needed, anyways.”

“Are you talking about me?” He asked frantically. “Are you talking about me?”

“Coups,” the boy began as he directed his attention at him again, “you don’t remember anything right now. That’s fine. You’ll be fine after you rest. You aren’t allowed to go to work, by the way, I already talked to your boss. It’s fine for today.”

“Work?” Joshua said, repulsed.

“Come on,” Woozi said to the other boy, “Help me get him to bed.”

Joshua looked at the bed, “There’s no way in hell I’m getting into that tick-infested death trap.” He had noticed the springs that were popping out from the fabric.

“Seungcheol, I’ve told you one too many times the bed doesn’t have any ticks!” The glasses boy whined.

“It’s obvious you’re blind if you think that thing. It’s completely tick-infested.”

The boy reeled backward, offended. Woozi shook his head exasperated.

“Go to bed,” Woozi said to him slowly. Then, he turned to the other boy, “Common, Wonwoo.”

They hurried out the door without looking back. Joshua heard ‘click’ of the lock before he could even try to go after them. He felt like a prisoner, stuck in a small room with no windows and a bed that he refused to sleep in.

He kicked at the floor with the little energy he had and slumped to the ground.

He was defeated.

He didn’t understand what was going on, where he was, or how he had even gotten there.

_______________________________________________________________________

Seungcheol woke up with sedatives still coursing through his veins. His eyes and body felt heavy, but it didn’t stop him from sitting up and opening his eyes.

He had no recollection of what had happened the day before at the hospital, but in a second it all came rushing back to him as the blanket that had been wrapped around his shoulders fell off and the coldness of the room hit him. That and his grandiose surroundings.

He was sure he had never seen a TV as big as the one set up across from him, taking up the entire height of a wall, which he imagined was how tall castle walls were, and half of its length. In the screen’s reflection, he saw a skinny boy in a large bed, in what he imagined was silk… everything. He would have thought it was some black and white show on tv were it not for that fact that the boy was staring directly at him, quietly, in colors that really made him think of the negatives he saw when he went into the old photo print shop.

He couldn’t think of anything to say. So, he screamed.

In an instant, men and women in maid outfits rushed inside and lined up in a neat row in front of the television. They bowed their heads silently and stared at their shoes. When the silence dragged on, Seungcheol realized they were waiting for orders.

He swallowed.

Footsteps echoed into the room as they rushed closer.

He glanced at the door just as two more people rushed inside. It was the pretty girl from before, he realized, the one that had been holding his hand at the hospital.

“What happened?” He asked. He wanted to know. He needed to know. But, he didn’t want to be knocked out again the way he had been at the hospital.

.

.

.

The hospital…

“What day is it?!” He shuddered, that wasn’t his voice.

That was not his voice.

“Joshua. Joshua, please calm down.”

You approached Joshua slowly. There was an odd look in his eyes that you had never seen before.

But since the hospital had just released him, you were trying very hard to make sure he didn’t exert himself or stress himself. Not only you had thought of that, but his parents too. Who better to check up on him than a childhood “friend.”  

“Do you remember anything?”

He shook his head. He didn’t dare mention that he wasn’t Joshua.

After hurrying to sit by his side, you looked at his hands hesitatingly. Your hands twitched wanting to reach out and hold them, but instead, you folded them in your lap and stared at him sadly.

“You were in an accident. You’ve been out for a few days and you sort of freaked out in the hospital.”

“Accident?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, then mumbled, “at Nayoung’s stupid yacht party.”

“Oh.” It was a single word, but behind it, he was screaming into oblivion. He wasn’t this so-called ‘Joshua’ and he would have never been on a yacht.

“Do you have a mirror?” He asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed. It was like he had amnesia. But you didn’t want Joshua to have another freak-out and you knew his room’s layout by memory, so you motioned to your right without taking your eyes off of him.

Seungcheol shifted to look where you were pointing and froze when he saw his reflection. His eyes couldn’t help but twitch. Then he shuddered at the thought he had to pretend to be the skinny boy he saw in the mirror.

“Is there anything you need?” You asked him.

“Y/N.”

Oh, he thought, so that’s your name. Then, he looked at the person next to you who had spoken. Another skinny boy, Seungcheol thought to himself, long face, thin nose, white hair, and hard eyes that seemed to be directed at him. “Let him get what he wants himself. You’re not responsible for him.”

“Jeonghan,” you sighed, “if you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to be.”

“We should both go,” he grumbled, “Joshua can take care of himself.”

Seungcheol felt a shudder run down his spine. He could feel the venom in Jeonghan’s voice, the resentment he felt for Josuha. It was coming off of him in waves as he got closer to you protectively.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded, “You should go. I’ll be fine. Besides, I need to go somewhere.”

“You heard him,” Jeonghan smirked.

“What, no! You can’t!”

“Why not?” Seungcheol smiled tensely.

“The doctor said you need to rest. Besides--” you bit your lips, “You’ve been out cold for an entire day. You need to rest to gain your strength back before going anywhere.”

“I need to be somewhere though,” he grumbled.

“Doesn’t matter, you need rest and rest is what you’re going to do.” You stood up and crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly.

Seungcheol couldn’t help but look you over. From head to toe, his eyes traveled down you, furrowing at the clothes you were wearing. They looked...normal, he thought to himself. They were clothes he would have thought only people like him would wear. Not clothes rich people would wear. A tee-shirt, a thin sweater, jeans, and worn-out sneakers.

“What?” You asked, a blush creeping up your neck. It was the most attention you had ever gotten from Joshua, but he didn’t know that.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“Wearing what?” You asked, looking down at the clothes you were wearing.

“Wearing that!” He pointed at you.

“Back off, Joshua.” Jeonghan stepped up from behind you, “If Y/N wants to wear a tee shirt and jeans that’s up to her. Some of us have better ways to spend our money than buying a million-dollar pajama set.” He glared at him.

Seungcheol looked at the clothes he was wearing with wide eyes. “Wait that’s not--”

“Lock the door,” Jeonghan told the service, “those are his mother's orders. Only come to bring him lunch and dinner.”

“Common,” Jeonghan waved at the workers to leave the room after them, pulling you out without a word.

In a few seconds, far to few for Seungcheol to remember to stand up and go after them, the door was closed and locked.

_______________________________________________________________________

DECEMBER 27TH

There was a sway in your step as you walked up Joshua’s driveway with large, empty, reusable bags in your arms. Jeonghan lagged behind you, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He wasn’t much of an early bird and it was 5 am-- too early in Jeonghan’s opinion.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? They probably don’t even remember us or want us there,” he whined as he hid his face behind his hands.

“I think we should. Their brother was only trying to find a way to give them a Christmas dinner.” Truth be told, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the short boy who had been staring at you in the hospital.

“Yeah, but, taking food from Joshua’s house? Don’t get me wrong, if this is your way of getting revenge, I’m all for it.”

You laughed at Jeonghan’s words. “I just thought we could ask him if he wanted to donate some food to give.”

“I don’t think Joshua’s the type of guy to help the guy that punched him. Or even those in need.”

“You never know,” You smiled at him.

“Oh no,” Jeonghan shook his head, “we already know.”

You were nearing the steps that lead to the front door, laughing at Jeonghan’s attempt to pull you back down the driveway and away from Joshua’s house, when your steps faltered.

Jeonghan bumped into you, “Why’d you stop walking? Oh.”

You swallowed the rage you felt at the sight of Nayoung standing outside of Joshua’s front door. A maid blocked her path inside and insisted that she wasn’t allowed inside. “I am Lim Nayoung! What do you mean I’m not allowed inside! I’m Joshua’s closest friend!” She huffed and stomped her foot.

You rushed to the door when you saw her lift her foot and tilt it so she could stomp the maid’s foot.

“Didn’t you hear her? You’re not allowed inside, go away.”

“Says who?”

“Says me,” you growled.

“And Joshua’s mother.” Jeonghan piped up, walking up behind you and waving the maid away. He took her place blocking the door, arms crossed. “Go away before I call the police.”

Nayoung looked at him indignantly, her hand rising to slap him. You, at the sight of this, raised your own hand to retaliate before she could hit Jeonghan.

“What is going on here?”

You all froze. Joshua walked up behind Jeonghan, opening the other door to look at you all confusedly.

“Joshua!” Nayoung chirped, batting her eyelashes and twirling a piece of hair in her fingers. “I thought we could throw a party today but they won't let me in.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach watching the way she was acting around him and her proposal. There was no way Joshua would pass an opportunity to have a party.

“I don’t know you,” he responded, looking at her for a moment then taking a peek in your direction.

“Joshua--” she began, her voice becoming sickly sweet before Joshua cut her off.

“Look I think you should go, I’m busy here,” he said before turning around and closing the door.

You smiled at Nayoung, biting back a giggle that was threatening to escape when her face grew red. You waved at her, taunting her, to say goodbye as you pushed Jeonghan inside and slammed the door behind you.

“Yes!” You cheered, accidentally dropping your bags.

“Don’t you think Joshua’s acting a bit weird?” Jeonghan asked as you kneeled to pick up your bags.

“Weird? I just think he’s finally coming to his senses.” You grinned and nodded for him to follow you into the kitchen.

Joshua was inside, grabbing different foods from his cabinets and fridge. He placed them in bags gently, stopping every now and then to debate about what he was choosing.

You smiled faded when you saw him, “What are you doing?”

He cleared his throat, “Nothing. Just throwing out some food.”

“Throwing out?” You asked, eyeing the fabric bags he had on the kitchen island.

“Well more like taking them somewhere.” He answered, not looking up. “You didn’t have to come. In fact,” he smiled, “you should probably go now.”

“A-Actually,” you hesitated, “I was wondering if you wanted to donate some food? I was, umm, planning to go give it to that other boy who was rescued with you, and his family.”

“Y/N,” Jeonghan hissed.

Joshua’s movements between the bags and the cabinets faltered. He stopped suddenly and looked at you with a frown on his lips.

“Why would you do that?”

“Well, I just thought it would be a nice thing to do,” you whispered. “T-They missed their own Christmas Eve dinner because of the accident…” you trailed off.

Anger seemed to radiate off of Joshua.

An embarrassed blush crept up your neck.

Joshua eyed the blush creeping up your face at his staring. He placed the cans in his hands on the counter and approached you.

“Sweetheart,” He said, giving you a flirty smile. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Joshua,” Jeonghan warned him. You swallowed, face growing even redder.

“I’m sure they’re fine without the food. Why don’t you wait for me here, instead? I just have to go run an errand then I’ll be back.”

“Y/N,” Jeonghan warned but glared at Joshua.

You looked at Joshua standing not so far from you, biting his lips like he was trying to seduce you. But, you felt nothing and it surprised you. Even when Joshua smiled smugly, you could feel the wings of some butterflies in your stomach. When he flirted with other girls in front of you and Jeonghan, you always wished it was you. When you imagined it, you could feel your face growing hot.

But, right now? Nothing.

You sighed, looking down at your feet, “No. I want to take this to them.”

The smile fell from Joshua’s face. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. You can come if you want.” You offered, snatching the food he had been putting in the bags.

_______________________________________________________________________

In less than an hour, you found yourself sitting in front of a group of seven boys, all of them seemingly around your age, on a couch that was being held up by loose blocks of wood. They all stared at you stone-faced, except for one. Seungcheol, the boy who had been rescued along with Joshua, stared at both you and Jeonghan alternatively.

His face wasted no expense in showing you that he was mad.

Besides you, Jeonghan had his arms crossed and stared at the other boys a stone-faced as well. There was a tense silence and a smell in the air like rotting wood.

“What do you want?” The short one asked bluntly.

“Woozi!” One of the others hissed.

“No no no,” You shook your hands, “it’s okay. We, um, we brought you some food so you could have a Christmas dinner.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m sorry. Can I have a word with you?” Seungcheol growled, looking at you.

“And I to you, Woozi,” Josuha grumbled starting at the boy. You looked between them confused. You didn’t know they knew each other.

“Alright,” You nodded.

He pushed himself off the couch and sauntered into an empty room in a way that looked all too familiar to you.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

He glared at you, “Have you not realized that the Joshua sitting next to you isn’t me. Him. Me. I’m Joshua!” He stumbled, pointing to himself in the end.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, backing into the door.

“Y/N, I’m Joshua. I don’t know what’s going on or how this happened but that Joshua out there isn’t Joshua. I’m Joshua.”

“I think you might still have a concussion from the accident. Woozi!” You screamed into the hall.

Woozi came rushing into the room, glaring at both Joshua and Seungcheol while he looked between the both of them.

“I’m not him!” They both screamed, “I’m me!” They pointed at each other.

“I’ve known you since we were kids, Y/N. You’re two years younger than me and you’re a goody-two-shoes along with Jeonghan.” Seungcheol said.

“Woozi you gotta believe me, I’m Seungcheol.” Joshua pleaded, “You’re my brother, my brother.” He pleaded. “We’ve acted like parents to the rest of our brothers all of our lives. Please.”

You and Woozi alternated between Joshua and Seungcheol, studying that way that they each looked at the both of you. A glint in Seungcheol’s eyes broke you.

“Oh, I knew the flirting was too good to be true.”

“The flirting was real, Y/N,” the fake Joshua said, smirking at you, “You’re really pretty, sweetheart.” He placed a hand against your cheek only to have it slapped away by the real Joshua.

“Don’t fucking touch her. Who the hell do you think you are?” He growled.

“Oh, come on,” you cried.

_______________________________________________________________________

DECEMBER 28TH

You walked down the streets of the city with your head bowed and your sneakers squeaking against the concrete. Woozi, Seungcheol, and Joshua walked beside you all heading in the same direction.

It had taken the entire day before to come up with a plan that would help make Joshua and Seungcheol the people they were again. It hadn’t taken long to convince Jeonghan that Joshua wasn’t who you thought him to be. According to him, he had been acting “way too nice to be Joshua, I thought something was off.”

Then, to come up with a plan that didn’t make you all feel like complete idiots was a struggle all on its own.

“How much longer until we get there?” Seungch-- Joshua, the real Joshua, grumbled. “I’d like to get out of this body as soon as possible. I’ve been getting calls about having to go to work.” He shuddered.

“Work?!” The real Seungcheol gasped. “You should be at work! Not here!”

You sighed as they both started to argue with each other. You heard Woozi sigh behind you and you slowed down to walk beside him.

“I’m sorry about him.” He pointed at the real Seungcheol.

“No, it’s okay,” you sighed. “I’m sorry you had to deal with him.” You pointed at the real Joshua. “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you staring at me at the hospital?”

Woozi chuckled awkwardly, rubbing a hand against the nape of his neck, “It was nothing, really.”

“Please, tell me” you smiled.

“I was just...curious. You were wearing really fancy clothes but you weren’t acting like some rich kid like the other girl.” He laughed, looking anywhere but you.

“Oh,” you blushed.

“What are you two talking about?” The real Joshua grumbled, pausing to glare at you and Woozi.

“Nothing,”  you shook your head, “Keep walking.”

“We’re already here,” he hissed through his teeth.

You looked up at the shop next to you and nodded, “Then, let’s go inside.”

It hadn’t been a second since you walked inside when a woman appeared from behind a curtain and stared at the four of you.

“Hello. This is a fortune teller’s shop, right? The one that also specializes in--”

“Witchcraft,” she said. “You two, the ones not in their own bodies, follow me,” she said, then disappeared behind the curtain.

Seungcheol and Joshua looked at the both of you wide-eyed, a hint of fear in their eyes.

“Go,” Woozi grumbled, then slumped down onto a waiting chair.

_______________________________________________________________________

“We need your help,” Seungcheol cried.

“We need to go back into our own bodies. I can’t stand being in this body anymore,” Joshua cried.

The woman stared at them with an unwavering gaze, unamused at their sentences trade-offs. Her gaze was so strong, they started to squirm under the look of her eyes.

She stood up from her seat and walked around the table, grabbing a crystal ball from a shelf. “You two got yourself into this. It’s very easy to see why you both ended up here.”

“Tell us how to go back,” Joshua whined. “I’ll pay you what you want.”

The woman sat down, dumping the crystal ball onto the table, and looked at Joshua judgingly.

“I cannot tell you how to fix your predicament,” she said, raising a hand before they could complain. “BUT, I can give you some direction by looking into your future.”

“Alright, thank you,” Seungcheol said.  

The woman pursed her lips and stared into the ball, “I see white tee-shirts for the both of you. Tomorrow. They have a word stamped across its back. The letter ‘V’ and the girl you came here with.”

She stopped there and looked at them both, “Your answer lies with her. But, after tomorrow, you’ll be stuck like this forever.”

“What?!” Joshua screamed.

“Leave.” The woman deadpanned.

_______________________________________________________________________

“She said our answers lie with you. Tomorrow,” Joshua huffed as he stomped past you. “What do you have going on tomorrow?”

“I-I’m volunteering tomorrow,” You stuttered as Joshua whipped his head around and his intense gaze met yours. Even with Seungcheol’s eyes, you could feel his actual eyes, “A-at the food pantry.”

“Alright,” He said, nodding to himself before shooting you a grin, “I can do that. I can definitely do that.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he said, smiling at you before turning around to head home.

“Joshua…”  

“Yeah?”

“The other way.” You smiled nervously, pointing in the direction of Seungcheol’s home.

“Riiiight,” He chuckled, turning around and heading in the opposite direction.

“What has been going on at your house?” You said to Woozi, Seungcheol staring at Joshua’s (his) receding back.

“Our youngest brother has been bullying him this entire time,” Woozi shrugged nonchalantly.

You gave him an odd look. A younger brother bullying his older brother constantly didn’t seem like something another older brother would be okay with.  

“In a brotherly way!” He corrected when he saw the look you were giving him. “I think the prospect of having someone bug him like a little brother has been getting to him. He’s been doing lots of chores because of it.”

You blinked unbelievingly. Someone had actually managed to make Joshua do chores? Without blackmailing him? Someone who had literally no relation to him?

“Oh, Chan,” Seungcheol sighed, a fond smile on his face.

“Alright, well, I’ll meet you guys tomorrow to take you to the volunteer site,” you said, nodding at Woozi. “Common, Seungcheol.”

“Later, Ji,” He smiled and grabbed your hand. He pulled you in the direction of home, walking at the speed of light, and when you managed to turn around to wave at Woozi, he was already gone.

“Why in such a rush?” You laughed softly, trying to pull him into a walk.

“Well I thought we could go back to Joshua’s mansion and you could spend the rest of the day with me.”

“Spend the rest of the day with you?” You asked.

Seungcheol smiled nervously as he stopped and looked at you in the eye. You were smiling so nicely, so prettily at him that he felt he was acting like a lunatic.

You had been so nice to him before…

“I just… I’m afraid that someone will realize that I’m not Joshua the trust fund man.”

“Don’t be,” you sighed, “most people don’t even pay attention to him anymore.”

“Still,” Seungcheol shook his head and grabbed your hand, “I’d feel better if you… came home with me and helped me fit in?”

You pursed your lips as you tried not to giggle at Seungcheol’s red cheeks. He looked so bashful it was adorable.

_______________________________________________________________________

DECEMBER 29TH

Seungcheol held your hand as you walked down the street in the direction of his house. He swung them as you walked and winked at you every time your gaze landed on him.

“Stop,” you giggled. The day before, Seungcheol had ended up asking for your number after claiming that he wasn’t going to be able to pull off pretending to be Joshua after you were gone; and yet, after texting you once about what he would ask for lunch from the waitstaff, you ended up texting each other for hours after until you both knocked out.

Jeonghan looked at your intertwined hands quizzically, shooting you a look about it. You shook your head at him.

“We’re here!” Seungcheol cheered as you stopped in front of his house’s door.

You knocked on the metal door once before it was pulled open and Joshua stood in front of you. He smiled for a few seconds until something seemed to hit him. He stared at your intertwined hands.

“Why are you two holding hands?” His eyes narrowed.

“We’re just are,” you answered. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “just let me go get Woozi.”

“Cheol!” You heard someone yell inside, “Help me do the dishes!”

“I can’t,” you heard Joshua yell back as he walked disappeared inside, “I have to go somewhere right now! Woozi!”

You and Jeonghan held back your giggles outside. Joshua seemed nicer now that he had been forced to live without his money. You hadn’t been around him much to see this in action but Seungcheol had gotten a text from Woozi with a video of Joshua on it. He was still grumpy of course, but that seemed more like it was because he was still in Seungcheol’s body.  

“Hey, guys.” Woozi greeted you three as he walked out of the house. Joshua closed the door behind him as he exited.

“Lead the way,” Joshua mumbled, again looking at your hands. You didn’t notice though, you were too busy laughing at Seungcheol’s attempt to flirt with you.

_______________________________________________________________________

Joshua stared at himself as Seungcheol. He couldn’t help but feel different and it wasn’t because he wasn’t in his own body. He could see himself as himself even as he was Seungcheol; and, he could see Seungcheol even as he looked like himself (Joshua).

He thought maybe it was the white tee-shirt he was wearing with the word ‘Volunteer’ inscribed on the back. But that didn’t feel completely right.

Maybe it was the fake siblings he had amassed because of this.

‘No,’ he shook his head to himself. It couldn’t have been Seungcheol’s brothers. Seungcheol’s brothers were great, not really caring that he was older than the rest of them and still forcing him to do things that older brothers would get annoyed about.

Joshua glanced down at “his” phone and turned it on. He swallowed remembering what the last thing he had been looking at was.

<< Y/N PERSONAL INSTAGRAM || NO UNKNOWNS! >>

The follow button taunted him. He knew he could request to follow you via Seungcheol but then that would mean HE wanted to follow you. He wanted to know what you were doing.

‘No!’ Joshua stopped himself. The reason he had been staring at your private Instagram account was that he wanted a glimpse into his old life. His rich life.

It definitely wasn’t because he wanted to see what you were up to.  

He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about that at the moment. So he shut off his phone and took a look around the place you had brought them to. The room like a factory floor, complete with large boxes stacked up as if trying they were trying to reach the sky.

A lot of people were there, ripping boxes and putting cans and other smaller boxes into reusable fabric bags.

It was six in the morning.

He couldn’t believe so many people would be willing to wake up so early that they would be able to work at six in the morning, just to pack bags of food for other people.

You were one of those people.

“How often do you do this?” Joshua asked, swallowing back the sudden burst of fear he felt running down his chest.

“Oh just every now and then.” You answered, blushing.

“She does this every weekend,” Jeonghan answered after you. “Sometimes she switches it up though. Instead of this food pantry, she does toy drives all through September until Christmas.”

Joshua’s mouth fell into a small gape of awe.

“No big deal,” you said, laughing the attention off. “I’ll go get you guys some tags.”

When you left, Jeonghan turned to Joshua, and even though Seungcheol and Woozi were there, he told him exactly what he was thinking. “I know you’re seeing Y/N in a new light but don’t look so shellshocked. She’s done this forever. If anything you should be embarrassed to not have known this about her considering we all grew up together.”

He stopped when he saw you on your way back. In an instant, a second thought popped into his head. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to say but in the end, he felt like this would protect you more than hurt you.

“One more thing,” he said, turning to Joshua quickly, “don’t act or flirt with Y/N. You’ll only end up getting her hopes up and hurting her. When you get back into your body, you’ll probably end up going back to your asshole ways.”

“What are you guys talking about?” You asked, handing each of them a name tag.

“Nothing,” Jeonghan smiled at you.

“Alright well—” you handed out assignments, pointing Seungcheol and Woozi in the direction of the distribution lines and warning them that the people there liked to talk.

“Jeonghan they want you in inventory and you,” you said looking at Joshua (really ever since you found out about their predicament you couldn’t stop seeing Joshua in front of you even though it was Seungcheol’s body that was in front of you) “they said you should be in my section, we’re unboxing and packing.”

“Alright,” he said. Jeonghan, already walking past you motioned that he would be watching him.

Joshua smiled awkwardly. What the hell had he meant when he said not to get your hopes up.

_______________________________________________________________________

Joshua was in the bathroom three hours later, taking a ten minute break and wondering how the hell you managed to do this so often. He had cuts all over his fingers and he wasn’t even sure how not to get them anymore.

He left the bathroom after twenty minutes, holding pieces of a paper towel between his fingers.

“Hey,” you greeted him as you stomped on an empty cardboard box, “what’s with the paper towels pieces?” You asked frowning and your eyebrows furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” He chuckled nervously.

“Is that…” you trailed off, “is that blood?”

“Yeah...” Joshua answered sheepishly.

“Joshua! You should have said something!” You scolded him, “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“No-no, it’s nothing. It’s fine. I’m fine,” Joshua called after you as you walked away.

When you came back with a first aid kit, you pushed the towel pieces he was holding into a trash bag and got to work on his hand.

“You really should have just said something,” you mumbled, “we could have given you gloves to use.”

Joshua remained quiet as you cleaned and bandaged his hand. In the silence he had never felt before, he grew uncomfortable.

“This is really weird,” he mumbled. He thought you wouldn’t have been able to hear him, but you did.

“What is?”

“Wearing these clothes,” he answered. “Having to live and act like a poor person when I’m really not.”

“Act like a poor person?” You asked tightening the bandage. He winced. “What do you mean acting like a poor person.”

“I just—”

“Yeah, whatever,” you mumbled. In a hurry, you packed the supplies and left.

Joshua stared at your retreating form. Dread was filling the pit of his stomach. Though he knew it wasn’t because he was thinking about his predicament.

Seeing you walk away hurt because of something he said was somehow getting to him. Maybe that’s why he always walked away first, leaving you and Jeonghan behind.

So he didn’t have to see your faces.

“These are very different clothes,” he mumbled when you came back. He toyed with the jean jacket he had thrown over the shirt and gray flannel he was wearing. “They feel different from what I always wear.”

“They should,” you said, already starting to open a box of food, “they aren’t made of silk.”

“I don’t like it. It’s just not me.”

“That’s because you’re pretending to be someone else,” you grunted as you struggled to open a box, the tape being too strong for you.

Joshua, after watching you struggle, stole the box from you and dug out a switch-knife from his pockets and opened it with ease.

“Thanks.”

“Y/N,” Joshua suddenly whined, “I haven't partied in days.”

“Oh boo-hoo,” you cried, “you’re missing out on so much. Tch. I’m sure you’ll be back to partying with Nayoung and all her… friends, soon. ”

“But, I’m not,” Joshua whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, “I missed it at first, but being forced to work with Chan and Vernon--” he paused, noticing the confusion on your face, “Seungcheol’s youngest brothers.”

You hummed and went back to work.

“I don’t know,” he continued, “working with them-- it made me forget about the parties and when I did remember, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing not to be at one.”

Joshua glanced at your hands. They were moving so fast but he managed to catch that you were starting to get cuts on them, a sign of your distraction. You had been doing this too long to know how to break boxes without getting cut.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the tables where you had been working. He led you into one of the hallways that were deserted while everyone was working.

“I started remembering the person I was before I…” he trailed off.

He gazed at your hand, the one he was still holding onto, then at you.

It hit him then, what Jeonghan had meant.

“I used to like you before, you know. Before.”

You were silent, staring at the hand he had yet to let go.

“I want to be Josuha again,” he cried, “But, I don’t want to go back again.”

“That’s always been your choice,” you told him, a rock stuck in your throat.

“Y/N,” he cried again, placing a hand under your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

There he was again. Joshua. Not Seungcheol but Joshua. Seungcheol’s body seemed to melt away, leaving you to look at the boy you used to know. The one that had been friends with you when you were kids. The one that used to chase you with a plastic sword, screaming that he needed to save the princess.  

His brown eyes didn’t look like the ones belonging to the cocky Joshua that had walked out of his room a few days ago. Even his face, without the look he had given you and Jeonghan long before, looked kinder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

He was like a magnet you realized. No matter how much you felt angry at him, hurt because of everything that he had done to you and Jeonghan. He was Joshua and something about him always believed that he was somewhere still inside the cockier Joshua.

He was poison.

It was the reason you had never really gone after him. You didn’t want to attach yourself to him and try to change him when that wasn’t your call to make. You couldn’t change a person.

You were so thankful that Jeonghan reminded you constantly that Joshua-- adult, Joshua, wasn’t worth your time.

He kept you from doing something stupid.

But, right now, you saw Joshua. An adult version of the kinder Joshua you knew when you were growing up and he felt more than magnetic.

You both started leaning in, like two planets revolving around each other moments away from crashing into each other, too engrossed in his feelings.

Even if he really didn’t say anything, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. You were milliseconds away from his lips.

“We can’t,” you said suddenly, pulling away. Seungcheol’s image was back. “This is wrong. You’re not Joshua, you’re Seungcheol.”

“But I am Joshua.”

“No, you’re not,” you said, starting to walk away, “You’re Seungcheol.”  You left Joshua in the hallway, “You’ve been Seungcheol for a couple of days and it’s already gotten to you.”

_______________________________________________________________________

Joshua and Seungcheol sat on chairs inside of  Joshua’s room, staring at the walls. Woozi, Jeonghan and you laid on Joshua’s bed contemplating what could be done.

“Maybe tomorrow we could--”

“No,” Joshua cut you off, “she said it had to be today. Today was our last day to go back.”

“One day is not fair,” you huffed, “it’s not enough.” You looked at the clock, 11:50 pm.

“I guess we didn’t find what we’re supposed to,” Seungcheol said, sinking into his chair. Joshua groaned and kicked the floor.

The room was in silence for a while before someone else spoke up.

“If I’m going to be stuck as Seungcheol for the rest of my life then I guess I won’t be seeing you guys as often anymore,” Joshua said, suddenly looking at Jeonghan and you. He sighed, “I have to apologize for the way I’ve been acting.”

“Damn right,” Jeonghan grunted, staring pointedly at him.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way; and, thank you, Y/N, for not giving up on me or letting Jeonghan give up for that matter.”

“It’s alright,” you answered, giving him a sad smile.

Seungcheol spoke up next, “If we’re apologizing then I should apologize to you, Ji. I should have done what you said and gone to the food pantry instead of stealing. We wouldn’t be in this mess right now if I hadn’t--” Jihoon nodded at his words but looked down at his hands.

“It’s alright. I understand why you were doing it.”

The clock’s ticking grew louder than the silence you were all creating. You couldn’t help but stare at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Suddenly, you heard the sound of two bodies hitting the floor with a loud thud. The three of you on the bed shot up to look around only to see Joshua and Seungcheol on the floor, unconscious.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Woozi said frantically, running a hand through his hair before running to them.

“Put them on the bed,” You gulped. “Put them on the bed and hope that they’re switching back.”

_______________________________________________________________________

DECEMBER 30TH

12:00am

“Joshua,” he heard your familiar voice call out to him, but he didn’t want to open his eyes. He was afraid that when he did, he would find he was still Seungcheol.

“Joshua.” He heard from you again.

“Joshua, please open your eyes,” you pleaded, looking at Joshua’s body. Besides you, Jihoon was asking Seungcheol to do the same. What could either of you do besides hope that you were both talking to the person you hoped.

But, it seemed both of them were too nervous to open their eyes; and, the longer they took to open their eyes, when you knew they were already coming to, made the dread inside of all of you grow.

“Joshua, please,” you tried again, swallowing as you sat down next to him, making the bed dip. You placed a hand against his cheek and stroked him softly with a thumb.

Joshua bit his lips. He had to do it. He knew there was no avoiding it. But a spark of coldness ran down his arms and taunted him.

“On the count of three,” he said, “one.”

“Two,” Seungcheol followed.

“Three,” they both said and opened their eyes.

A shudder ran down Joshua’s spine,  not one of fear nor one of dread but one of hope and pleasure. You were leaning over him, staring into his brown eyes.  Worriedly, he could tell, as your eyebrows were creased.

He swallowed, “Am I...me?”

“Joshua?” You asked, chewing your lips. The hand on his cheek stilled.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, a grin starting to grow on his face. You nodded ecstatically, grinning along with him.

“I’m back! I’m back! I’m back!” He cheered as he sat up. “I’m me again!” He yelled and enveloped you in a hug.

“Oh, right,” he smiled, the corners of his eyes curling upwards in a way you hadn’t seen since you were teenagers, “I’m back.”

“What?” You asked, chuckling a bit. His words made no sense to you. It was like he was speaking out loud when he only meant to do it privately in his thoughts.

“I’m back,” he whispered.

“You’re back,” you repeated. You stared at him quietly for a moment, worried that he would go back to his old ways.

Joshua stared into your eyes, understanding completely what was going through your brain.

“I’m back,” he repeated again, hands making their way up to your cheeks where he cupped them.

“Happy birthday, Joshua.” A single breathless laugh and teary eyes from you.

He leaned in and kissed you like he had kissed no other.  _______________________________________________________________________

Leave me a Commnet in the replies? :) 

MASTERLIST 

[imagineclaireandjamie]

I find myself once again asking for another chapter of As Yet Unread. It really is a compelling read. I am fascinated by it. And in advance of my request...a simple please and thank you for your consideration and regard.

Here you go, lovely one. I hope this makes up for the wait

Claire placed both of her feet flat on the floor as she pushed herself up from the bed. It had only been twenty-four hours since she’d had the cast taken off and she was still struggling, hobbling around the flat as if the plaster still held her hostage. Though it wasn’t the slight muscle damage that caused it, it was more akin to a phantom injury that halted her recovery.

Dr Gowan had made her promise that she’d leave the house and not keep herself hidden away. She’d agreed to it yesterday and Jamie had offered to give her some lessons in wood masonry if she felt able later down the line. Claire didn’t like breaking her promise to Ned, and even though it had only been a day she itched to break free. Though something stopped her from accepting Jamie’s offer straight off the bat. The same invisible force that made the back of her leg ache with increased furor the more she thought about moving on it.

As if on cue, the phone rang. Jamie had been calling everyday from his van and even now, in the wake of her cast removal, it seemed he would continue to do the same. Claire liked it best when it was raining and she could hear the pitter patter of water droplets on the roof of his van as he spoke to her. There was something very soothing about it. That and the soft tenor of Jamie’s voice - it kept her sane.

“Hi Jamie.” She said, the fingers of her free and tapping against the side of the metal bed as she waited for him to speak down the phone.

“Hello sassenach,” he replied, a happy lilt to his voice as he audibly sipped tea on the other end of the phone, “I just thought I’d call to see how ye were holding up today, first day of freedom and all!”

He sounded chirpy and the happiness in his tone made her smile as she cradled the phone closer to her cheek. Jamie had finally managed to unlock his old phone, add a new sim card and update Claire’s details onto it so that she had her own access to him, Murtagh, Suzette and his family should she need it. It also had wifi access which meant that she could sit and watch online videos from bed if she wasn’t feeling up to moving far though Jamie was wary about giving her a television in there with Netflix on in case she never came out again.

“Are you on your lunch already?” She asked as he began chewing on something that was potentially the sandwiches she’d made him the night before. “It’s only eleven AM, Jamie!” She said faux-offended by his choice of meal time.

“Nah,” he mumbled around his food, “just having a wee break wi’ a biscuit before we get back to the hardcore stuff.”

“A heavy lifting day, huh?”

“Ach, always, Claire. Only Murtagh is a grumpy arse because I didna bring the nice biscuits, you ken the ones…wi’ the chocolate on?”

“Which did you take then?” She asked, perplexed.

“The plain digestives.” He said sounding fairly ashamed of his decision.

She could hear Murtagh muttering in the background and it made her laugh. “Sounds like you might not be so daft in the future, Jamie. You have to keep your uncle happy else he might just up and leave you for a better offer.” She quipped as she tapped her bare toes on the carpet, experimenting with the feel of the soft material beneath her feet.

“Aye, he’s already putting together a tribunal. He thinks this is poor working conditions or something similar. He says ye’d agree wi’ him.” He laughed, the echo of it making the tension seep from her bones as she stood confidently and took a couple of steps towards the door.

“I would! It’s downright disgraceful, James Fraser. You’d better get your house in order.”

“Och, aye, I should. And wi’ that I’d better get back to misery guts and get the wood cut fer the next half of the room. Get yerself some lunch, sassenach and dinna forget where we are if ye need anything else.”

“Will you be late tonight?” She asked cautiously, her hand hovering over the bedroom door handle.

“Probably, lass. The more we get done today while we have the light, the earlier we can move onto the next room. If we finish early there’s a bonus in it for us, aye? A nice one.”

“So I shouldn’t make something for dinner then?”

“Dinner? Ah. What would ye make?” He questioned, intrigued. Whilst Claire had her cast on she’d been pretty much bed and settee-bound; and although she had helped out as much as she was able the most she’d done in the kitchen was make a couple of rounds of toast. Mostly, Jamie had just carried on as normal, making his own brand of sustenance. While he knew she probably had far superior skills in food preparation, he hadn’t ever assumed she might cook for him once she was more mobile.

“Well, you have enough for me to make us spaghetti bolognaise. Or I could do a shepherds pie. You have some nice mince in and some sauce. I’d just need some basic herbs to add and some tomatoes.”

“I can drop into Tesco on the way home. Ye just tell me what else ye need and I’ll bring it for you.”

“Oh! I found tomatoes,” Claire exclaimed. Having found herself in the kitchen she had begun to root around looking for the key ingredients that she needed, “I could marinate the mince, once it’s soaked up the flavours of the tomato it’ll make a much nicer sauce. Then we can have bolognaise. Do you just fancy grabbing a baguette and some garlic cloves. I’ll make some homemade garlic bread to go with it?”

Thrilled by the prospect of being useful once more, Claire began to put everything she needed on the side whilst Jamie chuckled and replied. “Aye, I can do that. Just text me else I’ll forget all of that by the time I’m finished here.”

“Alright! Excellent. See you later, Jamie. Have a good rest of your day.”

Claire waited for him to reply and ring off before she got to work preparing the base sauce she needed and when she was done she placed the pre-cooked mince in her own tomato base sauce and folded it all together. Beneath the sink she had also found a dusty old slowcooker buried behind some other oddments that had Jenny Fraser Murray’s name written all over them. None of them had been used and Claire thought it pivotal that she christen at least a few of the items she’d recently unearthed.

With the timer set, Claire rinsed the dirty pots and placed them carefully in the dishwasher.

Looking at the clock she noticed that it was barely past one as she perched on the ‘L’ shaped corner sofa. She was restless. Her fingers itching to keep working but the house was basically spotless. Jamie hired a cleaner to come in once a week and it meant that Claire had nothing to keep her occupied.

Closing her eyes she measured the steady beat of her heart as the sun rose high enough in the sky to shine in through the large lounge window. It warmed her face and she basked in it for a moment before setting her mind to the task ahead.

She had promised a number of people that she wouldn’t allow herself to build another prison in Jamie’s flat, and although it had barely been a day since those hard conversations Claire felt ready to battle her demons. She needed a few various ingredients from the shops and she didn’t want Jamie to have to go out of his way after a long day at work just to pick up bread and garlic.

She put her shoes on quickly, tying the laces tight and grabbing her coat as she quickly limped towards the front door, keys in hand and shopping bags neatly stashed in her pocket. Forgoing the lift, Claire opted for the stairs although she still felt a little shaky but the more she waited around the more likely it was that she’d chicken out and go scuttling back into the flat with her tail between her legs.

The moment the fresh air hit her face Claire felt soothed. It was clean, cool but refreshing as she took her first solo steps into the world. It was hard for her to believe that, though she’d left the flat to meet Susie with Fergus in those early days, for the rest of her time she’d been hiding herself away like a porcelain doll. Taking her first slow steps she made sure to keep the building in sight should she need it but before long she was content and settled in her decision.

Ned had told her to explore and Jamie had encouraged it. Claire wasn’t a coward and she knew it was the right time to gather her courage.

The walk to Tesco wasn’t a bad one. She had researched the route thoroughly enough that she knew where the large supermarket was in relation to the apartment. Having forgotten her Glasgow metro pass, she had been forced to walk the whole way and it was only when she stepped closer to the illuminated blue entrance to the supermarket did she realise that she’d left her phone there too.

“Oh…” she sighed under her breath, placing her hand on her pocket where the small visa card Jamie had given her lay. She still had the keys and her shopping bags, but no cash, no metro card and no phone to contact Jamie if she needed it. Suddenly her brave act seemed foolhardy and daft.

Tesco hummed with life, the car park was filled with large 4X4 cars, sedans and hatchbacks, and the crush outside the store made Claire feel small and insignificant. Even the sliding doors seemed to tease her as she took one nervous step backwards. Pulling her coat around her neck, she jiggled her still healing leg as she internally bantered with herself on what to do next.

“Miss?” A man in the recognisable uniform said, reaching out his hand as if to snap her out of her agitated stupor. “Are ye alright? Can I help you?”

“I’m f-fine, thank you.” she stammered sounding far from alright. Waving her hands, she took one step to the side, bringing herself free from the confused gaze of the guy who’d interrupted her mid panic attack.

Taking one further step backwards, Claire tried to smile but the forced lift of her mouth obviously made her look even more afraid as he scrunched his brow in confusion and opened his mouth as if to speak again.

“Sorry.” Claire managed to blurt out as she turned on her heel and hobbled off. Her head was fuzzy, the haze of the fright she’d given herself clouding her judgement as she headed in an unfamiliar direction. The heat of the sun had dissipated from the air leaving her chilly. She didn’t have a watch and there was nothing around her to signify the time and as she rounded another unknown street she began to fret. The moisture that gathered in her eyes misted her vision and the cars that were flying passed her wafted her hair around her face so that she couldn’t reorient herself.

Dragging in more and more ragged breaths, Claire tried to slow her heart rate as she quickened her pace. Her leg ached, the increased movement causing the scars that ran down it to itch madly beneath her trousers.

A few pedestrians loitered, watching her carefully as she walked by them, her chin wobbling as she tried to contain the tears she desperately wanted to shed - but nobody approached her for which she was grateful. Even if she could talk to any of them, she didn’t know the exact address she needed  - not now with her brain struggling to make head nor tail of her location - and she didn’t know either Jamie or Murtagh’s phone number.

It wasn’t until the clouds started to darken that she let the hopelessness seep into her skin, the damp, fragile grasp on her sanity shattering as the soft splashes of rain fell onto her thin raincoat. Sunset was coming and she had no clue how to find her way home or how to contact Jamie. Her teeth chattered noisily, her jaw throbbing as she tried to curtail her sobs.

With blurred vision, a sore chest and shaking shoulders, Claire limped to the nearest bench and collapsed onto the sodden wood, her trousers soaking up the moisture from the moist beams as she curled herself up into a small ball in order to keep warm.

“Foolish.” She mumbled, the hair covering her face as she buried her nose against her knees and took a few long, deep breaths.

She was so exhausted that she almost didn’t hear the call of her own name through the fog, but the distinct French accent pulled her from her temporary bubble and she wiped her eyes as she looked up to see Suzette with Fergus clutched against her chest rushing steadily towards her.

“Claire!” She repeated, this time with more relief in her tone. “Jamie is beside himself. Where have you been?”

“To Tesco.” She answered lamely, her voice cracking as she peeled her legs away from her chest and sat up straight.

“It’s alright, love,” Suzette said, turning to look at Claire’s tear streaked face as she spoke down the phone, “she’s here, in the park around the corner from ours - I forget its name.” During the pause in her talking, Susie  leaned into Claire, letting her shoulder connect for a moment in a quiet show of solidarity. “Yes. Of course,” she continued, pausing a couple more times to let whoever she was talking to (probably Murtagh, Claire thought) speak too, “we’ll wait here. Fergus is fine. He’s settled. Don’t worry. Love you too.”

“I take it you never made it into the store.” Suzette began once she’d hung up the phone. “Since you still have your shopping bags but nothing inside them.” The way she spoke made Claire feel less daft. Susie was friendly and motherly whilst never being condescending or callous. She truly cared and was making a concerted effort calm Claire’s frayed nerves as they waited.

“No.” Claire sighed loudly. “I couldn’t. Silly really.”

“Not at all, Claire. It’s loud and busy in there. I hate it. Fergus certainly doesn’t care for it. I think the bright neon lights hurt his eyes too.”

“Is Jamie mad?” Claire asked, feeling more than a little ridiculous for leaving the flat without her phone.

“Mad with worry perhaps,” Susie said kindly, “but not angry, no.”

“I came out without my phone,” Claire sighed, “and once I’d reached the shop I felt this crushing sense of failure when I couldn’t just…go in!” She cursed through clenched teeth. “Then I panicked. I couldn’t remember the way home and I had no way to contact anyone. I just didn’t want Jamie to have to run around after me when he’d been at work all day long. I was trying not to be a nuisance and then…” she trailed off sounding incredibly disappointed with herself.

“Yer no’ a nuisance, Claire…” The sound of Jamie’s voice broke through the dim grey of the evening as night truly set in. “And ye never will be.”

Claire’s heart stopped for one moment as she felt him hovering over her and her head tipped to the side as she breathing in one large breath and turned to face him. “Apart from the times when I disappear without leaving a note.” She joked, a large lump forming in her throat as she saw the worry colouring Jamie’s face. He was pale, whiter than she’d ever seen him and she instantly felt bad for making light of the situation.

“Aye, weel,” he said, the stress of the evening showing on his face more clearly now as he held out his hand to help her stand, “Murtagh is waiting and I should probably get ye home.”

Claire kept quiet on the drive home. Murtagh and Suzette bantered about an upcoming trip they had planned and Jamie sat stoically next to Claire, his hand holding gently onto hers as if he were afraid she wouldn’t make it home if he let her go. The warmth of his skin soothed her and she closed her eyes and relaxed against the window, watching the world pass by through the fog her breath created against the glass. Glasgow came and went, the obscured view making it look blurred as the car slowed when it reached Jamie’s flat.

“I thought he’d taken you…” Jamie whispered as they entered his home, the heat of the apartment hitting them both as they stopped dead in the entrance to the lounge, “I didna ken how, but I when I came home to find ye gone wi’ yer phone left here, I thought he’d come back and taken ye.”

“I’m so s-sorry, Jamie,” Claire sobbed, breaking down as the full brunt force of his shaky words hit her solidly in the chest, “I th-thought…”

“Hush, sassenach,” Jamie soothed, instantly taking her against his chest as he rocked her to and fro, one hand resting softly against her smooth curls and one on her lower back, “ye dinna need to be sorry, please. I ken how much ye’ve been through and I dinna want you to think yer stuck here, or that ye have to leave. You just have to do things in yer own time, aye? Dinna rush to do one or the other…”

He paused for just one moment as the timer on the slow cooker beeped quietly in the kitchen.

“…just take yer phone wi’ ye next time, so I dinna have a heart attack when I come home to find you missing.”

[seductivebuttercreams-blog]

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Who? Josh Pieters

Request? No

Smut? Yes

Sorry it's been so long since I last posted, I will try to post more often. I was inspired by Josh's most recent video where he tries to learn the fortnite dances (wow that was a long time since I started this).

Please send in requests

-------

It had been a pretty busy day at your internship, and all you wanted to do was get home and relax. Josh, one of your best friends, asked to come over to your place for some distraction, which he was pretty good at. You guys hung out and stayed over at each other's place pretty often. He was so fun to be around, you enjoyed every second of his company, sometimes a little too much, since you had started feeling some attraction towards him. However, you were too scared to say anything, as you didn't want to ruin eleven years worth of friendship.

Anyway, you got home and tidied up quickly and jumped straight to the bathroom for a calming shower. Around an hour later you heard some keys interact with your door, followed by loud footsteps and a "Y/N I'm here" from Josh.

You turned off the TV and went over to the living room to greet your friend with a hug. You asked about how his drive was while he placed some groceries he brought over for a chilled night.

You both motioned towards the couch and turned on the TV to watch Netflix. Josh sat on the corner seat of your L-shaped sofa, you followed him and lied down the opposite end, resting you head on his lap.

You watched a couple movies from the "new releases" category and then got tired of just sitting there. So you stood up and went towards the kitchen and decided to make some food. Josh wanted to order take-out, but you convinced him to cook because it would be more fun. It was a chilly night so you decided to make some comfort food. You had some premade pizza dough, and some ripe tomatoes and just random toppings so you got started on making the sauce.

"Why is your place so quiet? I will put some music on" Josh commented as he made his way to the couch where he had left his phone.

"What are you gonna play?" You asked while stirring.

"I'll surprise you" he said with a suggestive smirk.

You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

Suddenly the melody of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)" filled your flat. You motioned your focus from the homemade tomato sauce and towards Josh, who had just started playing a throwback playlist. He started dancing towards you moving his torso, particularly his shoulders, seductively.

You started laughing so genuinely at the sight of the ginger boy playing, and dancing, to such unexpected music. Barely managing to keep your eyes open from laughing too hard, you see him stripping off his white t-shirt and slowly swinging it on the air to the beat. He starts getting even closer and once he reaches the opposite end of the counter, he lowers his hand and asks you to join him. You, barely containing yourself from every feeling going through your body, turned off the stove and placed your hand on top of his, following him to his original dancing spot.

You and Josh, hands locked together start twirling, lip syncing, and swaying your arms back and forth to the beat. A couple more songs pass by and you both get a bit sweaty, which is why some bits of Josh's hair have turned slightly darker from the dampness.

Lost in the moment you mouth "you look so hot like this", immediately realizing you've just said this out loud, you blush.

"Oh what was that Y/N" he says lifting your chin to look you in the eyes.

"Oh nothing really, I better get back prepping the pizzas" you barely reply.

"Don't go I'm gonna go prep the pizzas on me like that, I know what you said" he paused " you don't look so bad yourself" he finished, biting his lip.

Confused as to what to do, you went back to the kitchen and worked on finishing the sauce, except it was so difficult, seeing as you couldn't stop shaking. Josh noticed and stood behind you without you noticing. Right when you were about to try the sauce, he placed his hand on your waist, unaware of what you were doing, making you spill some sauce on your pijamas.

"OH MY GOD JOSH YOU SCARED ME" you screamed, followed by a laugh.

"I didn't notice you had the spoon on your hand, sorry" he laughed as well. "Oh and your pijamas are stained now", he stopped for a second and carefully thought about his next words, "I guess I won't have to make up an excuse to take your clothes off anymore"

Your smile widened at the realization of what he had just said kicked in.

"Oh, I'm sorry I've been a dirty girl Josh" you mock back at him with a cheeky pout.

He rapidly grabs your waist and places you on the kitchen counter, taking your shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Slowly, he trailed kisses from you lips and towards your chest, taking extra time on your neck, making sure you would have something to remind you of him tomorrow (not like that was gonna be a problem). He proceeded to unclasp your bra, and massage your boobs with his hands, without his lips leaving yours.

Next, Josh moves your legs leaving an open view of your entrance, covered only by your pijama shorts, as you decided not to wear knickers that night. Josh, still with his shorts on, got between your legs and continued to kiss you passionately. You could feel his member getting harder as time went by. Having enough of his kisses for now, you jumped down the counter and grabbed his hand so he would follow you to the sofa. Once there, you took off his shorts and got on your knees to tease his member with your tongue, followed by bobbing your head back and forth to give him a bj.

"Oh... you're so good" Josh moaned, "you're making me so hard".

You slowly stopped and stood back up to kiss him, running your fingers through his hair and sometimes lightly pulling it with your grip. He sat you down on the sofa, and instinctively you opened your legs. He teased you with his fingers for a bit and then took off your shorts, so he could return the favor for what you had just done to him.

He started planting a few kisses on your thighs making his way between your legs. He finally gets to your clit and starts sucking on it, making you moan in pleasure. Then, he teases your entrance with his index and middle finger and gets them inside you, stretching you out a little. After a couple minutes of this, Josh grabs both your ankles with one hand and lifts up your legs, giving him a perfect view of what he was craving so badly. With his other hand, he grabs his member and slowly inserts it where his fingers had just been. He was so big, even bigger than you anticipated. He started drilling his cock inside you, getting faster with every thrust.

"oh my... Oh Josh...yes...you feel so good inside me" you barely moaned out.

"seems like you wanted this just as badly as I did" he said short of breath, "oh you're so tight Y/N, I'm gonna stretch out that little hole of yours".

Letting go of your ankles, Josh told you to get on your knees for him. You followed as he said and prepared yourself to be entered again. Josh held on to your ass and started spanking you, leaving marks he seemed to be proud of.

"I want you inside me Josh please" you begged as you backed up towards his body.

"I like it when you beg you dirty little girl" Josh entered you once again and started thrusting even faster this time. "You like it when I'm inside you don't you?" He asked.

"oh fuck Josh... you...you are...making me so...so...so wet...I think I'm gonna...ahh" you let out in a high pitched voice.

"oh you wanna come don't you, baby girl?" He mocked while thrusting slow and hard.

"Yes... Josh I wanna... I wanna show you how much you please me" these words made him even harder, like that was possible. You started rubbing your clit and backing up onto his dick for maximum pleasure. You just couldn't take it anymore.

"JOSH...OH MY GOD YES... YOU'RE SO GOOD" you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"Come on now finish me up, I wanna see you take me in your mouth" he smirked.

You sat down and he stood in front of you. Josh grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail and helped you out. You looked up to him with "innocent" eyes while you sucked, which drove him crazy.

"Oh...looking at you like...like that makes me want to come...you're definitely getting me off...come on Y/N...show me what this mouth does." He provoked you.

You started going as deep as you could, massaging his tip with your tongue, and giving him handjobs while you teased his balls.

Josh let out such loud moans letting you know he was getting closer, this only made you do everything faster until he finally released over your face and chest.

"you are so naughty baby girl, this is so much better than I fantasized" he went to kiss you.

He then sat down and you sat on his lap facing his body, "I always wanted a taste of your body.......I wanted you inside me so badly.....stay over so we can do this again in the morning" you said interrupting every sentence with passionate kisses.

This was exactly what you needed, like you said before, he was a really good distraction.

[doyoungbunnyagenda]

El Dorado

well this is what I've been working on a few days and it’s finally finished!!! How you enjoy reading it 

a oneshot inspired by Exo K’s El Dorado

Word count: 1687 words

(btw is not a fanfiction sorry if that’s what you wanted)

‘’I’m leaving right now,

The bigger adventure,

The danger that follows…’’

 I came from a small town in the core of the Amazon rainforest. Me and my family didn’t have or own much so we just got by, making our money by housing desperate bio-scientists, adventurers and anyone who enjoyed studying these areas. When I was younger, I was always so interested in what our visitors would say while I was bringing food and water to them. They told me things about the outside world I never knew of. They showed me famous writings and texts that I have never heard of. My eyes were first opened to the wonders of the outside. I used to spend most of my childhood years with one regular customer. I never caught his name though because he was always referred to, by my mother, as Mr. L. It intrigued me of how he could go into long tangents about some kind of promised land he called ‘Eldorado’. The supposed ‘Eldorado’, as he described it, was a land full of rivers of gold, skies of crystal blue, temples filled with riches; that kind of thing. My mother classified his ramblings as mad when she found out about my infatuation with this ‘fake promise land’. But that didn’t stop me learning about all I could find. Heck I knew so much I could have passed an exam about it. As my obsession for knowledge grew, I needed more than just words in books. I needed to experience the real thing. So here I find myself sitting in a poorly made tent, even deeper in the rainforest, regretting my life choices. Great…

 ‘’Into the light that spreads out before us,

Towards the future that no one knows of,

This walk will be a legend in the days to come.’’

 Day one of this so called ‘quest’ was chaos. In my haste of my mother not seeing me, I forgot many things that would have made my journey easier. I saw no point in any way to bring anything electronic as I doubt there will be anywhere with a signal for miles off. In my decent sized rucksack, I had only packed things I would need for a month or two if I used them sparsely. Essentials like: match-sticks (of course), a cheaply made tent, basic toiletries, a tiny black watch, plain food and maps and books that could help somewhere along my journey. According to the maps, it looks like I am in the first part of the trial. I didn’t know I was getting myself into some Indiana Jones movie. The first puzzle was hidden in depths of lush leaves, so it took me half of the day to, you know, actually start the challenge. Dusk was swiftly approaching across the Amazon and from what I’ve read about this ‘quest’ and my knowledge of the rainforest in general, this wasn’t a good thing. In a panic, I rushed around trying to fix all the pieces of the trial in the right places before the sun is replaced by the moon. Trying to put the last few pieces in was hell, I couldn’t do it even after multiple attempts; my patience was on its last leg until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Mr. L…

 ‘’Even if we’re walking in storms, on some days if we’re together,

I won’t be afraid,

Let’s look for paradise…’’

 After that moment, a budding friendship bloomed between us. We shared all our achievements all our highs and all our deepest lows. Instead of facing this journey alone I now had someone to keep me company (and make sure I don’t go insane). It was nicer than going solo although he did get on my nerves, like most friends do. Trials were made easier, gathering food -which I was terrified of- was made efficient and surviving was easy overall when you had an extra pair of responsible eyes watching. Without Mr. L by my side, I might as well have died, that’s how close we were. However, one unfortunate day my worst nightmare was about to turn into reality.

It was a regular morning, I awoke just after the rise of the sun getting ready to get out of my tent and find more clues for the quest but then, while hopping out of the tent, I was not greeted to the sound of heavy snoring coming out of the opposite tent. The green crickets greeted me instead. Well maybe Mr. L went to fetch water for us to filter. Or maybe he was hunting. But I normally do those jobs and I thought we had a set job rota. For a while, I tried not to worry much as I was 99.9% sure he would arrive before sunset, like he always does. Minutes passed and they turned into many hours. Then I allowed myself to go into complete panic mode. My brain was contemplating if I should go and look for him or wait a bit more and he’ll return. It was getting late and by looking at the lunar cycles, no full moon tonight so it will make sense to find him before the glossy orange sunsets. Trudging through the leaves and mud of the forest-floor that I had become so accustom to, I tried my best to spot any shape that somewhat resembled an old man; in the darkening forest. All the while getting my hopes up and for them to crash swiftly to the ground. Around a bend I saw what looked like a snapped twig, so I initially paid no notice until I heard some kind of groaning sound coming from that area. I knew those sounds could only belong to one person. The only person in my life right now – Mr. L… It felt like I ran faster than the speed of light when I saw his limp body on the ground like a fallen soldier. Crouching next to him I searched franticly for any signs of blood or injury while simultaneously checking his pulse and trying to raise its rate, but all was in vain. His pulse rate fell flat, and his heart stopped beating. It felt like mine stopped beating too.

  ‘’Though we don’t know the end,

Though we can’t go back,

I won’t stay frozen in the same spot,

Even if the high waves of sand come crashing down,

The destiny I shall meet is El dorado…’’

 Empty… Was the best way to describe how I felt. Vacant… was the best why to describe my soul. Worthless… was the best way to describe my life. Distraught, I spent the first days after his death mourning and grieving to my heart’s content. After all, my rock the only one I could rely on, life was stolen, by at first what I thought was me. I blamed myself for his death. I blamed myself for not waking up earlier. I blamed myself of not being there for him when he needed me the most. What kind of friend dose that? An awful one. How was I going to explain this to his family (if I ever found them)? So many questions flooded my mind, that I couldn’t think straight. At some point I even thought about giving up. Without him, the main reason I came here in the first place, this quest felt worthless. I was about to pack up all my camping equipment ready to head home in shame. Remembering my mother, a memory occurred about one of her sayings or quotes. The one I was thinking about in particular was, ‘’ No pain. No gain. This is a world of misery. The world judges you it ridicules you. It pushes you to the ground and presses your face in the mud. It can be as vicious as a snake bite. As callous as a criminal. As tough as titanium. Only if you let it to. My child you see you need to be strong. If the world pulls you, you push 10 times harder. If the world chucks you down, get back up as soon as you’ve fallen. If you think the world’s unfair, show it what justice looks like. Once you defeat the world’s taunting, the feeling of accomplishment is the best feeling in the world.’’

It all came rushing to me at once. I felt overwhelmed. I’ve come this far and put in all this hard work it will be a waste to the world and a delight to my enemies if I give up. Most of all, a failure is not what Mr. L would have wanted. At least for him, I needed to make one last push, show this world all I have got before going out with a bang. Time to find the precious El dorado.

One more push. One more trial. One more dash. The last trial was the easiest (of course) it was a race to the ‘promised land’ and to anyone, already deemed worthy through all the trials, who doesn’t make it will have to restart the whole test again. So, the pressure was on full throttle. Avoiding obstacles, jumping, sprinting, quick problem solving it included it all. Close to the ending, I slipped on the track my tired body collapsing on the dirt. To anyone else it would have looked like the end of my story, but I faced the music and danced. I got up as soon as I got down even though I had a slight injury I pushed myself even harder. At the last moment, I finished the trial. The feeling of accomplishment was so amazing, breath-taking that I can not express it in words. Is this what my mother was talking about? But what was in front of me was even better. A land full of rivers of gold, skies of crystal blue, temples filled with riches just like he had described it. It was so much more magnificent than what it looked like in my wildest dreams. Welcome to paradise …

  ‘’I will prove… that those who believed… in me were… right.’’

thank you if you made it to the end. I really appreciate it :)

if anyone has any sort of constructive criticism please feel free to send me it.

make sure to stay fresh!!

[avaalons]

Chris Evans Fic: Disney Princess Series Part 4 (The Aftermath)

Part 4 of the Chris’ Disney Princess series!

The previous three parts are available on my masterlist.

HELP REQUIRED: If anyone can think of a new name for this, please drop me a line. I hate the titles but can’t for the life of me think of decent names for the series and the chapters.

***

It had been one week. One week since you got back from your Disney trip and one week since you had felt honestly and truly excited about something. You’d been out of course, attended some important meetings about future projects, met up with a couple of friends, done the LA lunch thing, been to the gym, and yoga to work off the holiday splurge. You even went to a showbiz party in the city, which wasn’t really your scene but it gave you an opportunity to dress up and it was on your list of suggested events that PR forwarded to Claire, your excellent personal assistant.

So all in all, it had been a busy week but it just felt… flat. It wasn’t that you’d not even had fun: you always enjoyed meeting your friends and the party had even had it’s entertaining moments, plus you’d got some low key but positive press from it. You didn’t really care for doing the media thing but as PR pointed out, getting your face out there in a positive way was important for keeping you relevant and in the minds of the people you needed to impress, like studios and producers.

But you were missing… something. The kids and their constant bursts of light-hearted, unconscious laughter? Lisa’s awesome cooking? Maybe Scott and his easy teasing? Maybe it was just the feeling of being part of a family in general. You did, somewhat, reluctantly admit to yourself that there a very distinct possibility that it was the presence of a certain blue-eyed, broad-shouldered, deep-voiced man that you were missing.

However, as you sat there in soft, brushed cotton shorts and a Beauty and the Beast tshirt (that may or may not have been purchased in the Magic Kingdom) watching Pillow Talk (you loved Doris Day in this), you felt deflated and restless. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

It was a Sunday evening and you were sprawled against the corner section of your L-shape sofa in the comfortable sitting room area of your apartment, being eaten by throw cushions and moving only to grab another slice of pizza from the coffee table. You were in your favourite place, eating your favourite food, watching your favourite film after treating yourself to a bath and a deep hair conditioning mask. You should have been perfectly content and not so long ago, you would have been.

You checked your phone again and tried not to sigh. Nothing. You refreshed your emails just in case… but still nothing. You’d not heard from Chris at all since you parted ways at the airport. You were destined for LAX and he was flying back to Boston with the rest of his family. Granted, he hadn’t heard from you either but you hadn’t wanted to intrude on his family time and there was also part of you that didn’t want to give him the wrong idea by fishing for attention. You were friends, that was all, and friends could go for weeks, months even, without speaking and then pick right back up like no time had passed. The week you had spent together didn’t mean you’d be in contact all the time. Still, you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed in the freeze out.

Which is why you grabbed your phone the moment it illuminated next to your leg, a tell-tale bubble appearing on the screen. It wasn’t Chris though, obviously. It was the friend you’d met up with for lunch earlier in the week, and her message consisted of a web address followed by a lot of caps lock. When you swiped the bubble to open up the messenger app, you sat up straight with a start and nearly choked on your Diet Coke.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DATING CAPTAIN AMERICA?! Do you even realise how freaking JEALOUS of you I am right now? GET IT GIRL 🔥🔥🔥”

You jabbed the web link with a quivering finger, heart hammering in your mouth as it loaded, breathing paused as you read.

Well, shit.

***

Chris let himself into his house, cabin bag shouldered wearily, Dodger padding in ahead of him. He’d picked him up from his friend-slash-reliable-dog-sitter’s house right after he landed in LAX. After giving the stack of mail he’d picked up on his way in a cursory glance, he dropped it to the side table in the hall and sloped through to his lounge, dumping his bag as he sank into the sofa, Dodger jumping up next to him and settling next to his human, letting out a long and much needed sigh.

God, he was tired. He’d had an amazing couple of weeks in Disney and then Boston, and he loved his family beyond anything but it was good to be back in his house, with his dog and a tiny bit of silence, something that wasn’t very often found in his mother’s house.

So when the unexpected bars of the chorus of He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother by The Hollies pierced the luxurious, beautiful silence he’d only just rediscovered, he couldn’t help scrunching his eyes closed even harder as he pulled his phone from his pocket and answered without looking at the screen and spoke without greeting.

‘Bro, I literally left you at the airport like two hours ago. You missing my sparkling company that much already?’

‘Yeah you wish,’ Scott replied light-heartedly, scoffing, ‘Sparkling, my ass. Have you been on the internet lately?’

‘I just walked in the door and Dodger and I were enjoying our peace and quiet, so no.’

Scott tone turned more serious, ‘Well, I’m just sayin’ you might want to check.’

Chris groaned inwardly while leaning over to rifle in his bag for his iPad, ‘What is it this time?’

'Just go to pretty much any gossip site you can think of.’

'Figures,’ he replied wryly as he googled a website, hating himself for doing it, 'This better be worth my while. I’m going to have to disinfect my iPad after going on here.’

'You’re not going to like it, but you’re going to want to address it with at least one person I think,’ Scott told him in warning as Chris navigated the search engine and loaded the website he needed.

'Okay, I’m on. What am I looking f - Jesus Christ, what the fuck is this shit?!’ Chris exclaimed, reading the first featured 'story’.

'I told you. You know that thing we had a discussion about, hammered at mom’s kitchen table, where you have to let a wild, nervous thing go free and it will come back if it wants to?’

'I told you then to fuck off too, I seem to remember.’

'Well, you might want to forget that and just call her.’

'Yeah, yeah, I’m on it,’ Chris’ voice was quiet and the words spoken on autopilot as he read the trash in front of him, unable to tear his eyes away although it was all he wanted to do.

'Alright bro. Get to her first,’ Scott spoke like he was sorry he’d had to break the news to you.

The brothers hung up and Chris read the article again, frustration building inside him, jaw clenching, teeth grinding.

'CATCHING A CAPTAIN: CHRIS EVANS SNARED BY HIS CO-STAR.’

The pictures were from a distance and a little grainy but it was clearly him, his arms around you, his head tucked against your shoulder, mouse ears on your head, as he stretched his arms out to take selfies on your phone.

Fuck.

***

[holdon-a-minute]

As Time Repeats

Chapter II

Gone

"Hello I'm here to report a missing person."

"Okay slow down Madame, what's the name of this person?"

"Renae Cruzette."

"And your name?"

"Alice Cruzette."

~~~~

She pries her heavy eyelids to open, a pounding rattling Renae's skull making the struggle even more difficult. A painful moan escapes her lips but it only sounds an alarm in her head, her ears screeching in pain and an absurd ache searing through her mind. As she slowly and shakily lifts her body up off the damp, concrete floor to rest on her grazed hands and knees, her consciousness awakens all in one daunting flood and the survival instincts kick in. Renae scrambles to her feet surrounded by darkness—cold, empty darkness—the only slither of daylight visible from a barred window that's barely reachable from the ceiling.

Once she's taken in her environment, which is just a concrete box with no visible door and a tiny window, all of the questions start to stampede in. Where is she? Why is she here? Why did Clemence do this? Was she planning to take Renae all along? Has she really been kidnapped? And if so, how was she going to get out?

It didn't take long for Renae to start to lose hope after a full night in obsidian, oblivious, freezing, hungry and weak still trying to claw down the walls encaging her or find some way out. Her head is a mess. Twenty-four hours have barely passed and she's already began to lose her mind to the dark cloud of fear creeping up her neck, surely but slowly starting to possess all thoughts that cross her mind at two-hundred miles per hour. There was no knowing what was to happen to Renae down here, and she'd scraped at every inch of her skull to snatch at that solution, but her hands were slippy with sadness and she just couldn't think straight.

She's slumped against the wall, her knees to her face and her arms loosely hugging her bruised legs. Renae lifts up her battered head to reveal her red, blotchy eyes from tears that seemed to burn her face like lava trickling down a smooth mountain edge. Mourning in the moonlight, she whimpers in her grace, her blue lips trembling as she whispers aloud, "How did I even get here?" utterly dumbfounded. She knows that whoever locked her poor soul away in here used some force to launch her into this demented wreck of a place, evidence being the black and blue bruises that snake their way up Renae's whole left side of her body.

Maybe she was dropped.

Her body sulkily follows Renae's demands to stretch up and stand in the centre of the box as she peers up at the ceiling. And only now, as if she has been blind ever since she woke up, Renae can see clear as day the faint lines creating a large square right above her head. Her throat tenses up as realisation dawns on her, and Renae frantically starts to search for a way to get up. Scarcely reaching, she manages to brash her fingertips along the edge of the barred windowsill and finds a sharp slice of slate. She grips it tight in between her teeth, and begins jumping as hard as she can to grasp hold of the thick metal bars. Now dangling about two feet from the ground, Renae plants the flats of her feet firmly against the wall and walks her way up as far as possible. But as she turns to face the centre of the room again, her arm jolts, and a bar slips from its held positions. "Sh-t!" the slate muffles her exclamation.

Almost slipping back down the wall, Renae uses all of the little arm strength she has to yank and yank on the loose bar before she falls or someone hears her. It pops out, and she struggles her way through the gap, having to scrape and lean on her bruised side to fit. "Arrgh!" she lets out a strained, strangled noise and rolls down a small grass slope. The gentle breeze somewhat calms her as it caresses Renae's cheeks. She is outside. And she runs.

~~~~

Cold metal bar still in hand, teeth bearing in a snarl of anger and self-defence, and no sense of morality comprehendible until she is safe. She runs like no other, her mix of emotions getting washed away as the wind whips at her flesh. Where she is, Renae does not know, but she's racing alongside a huge, old brick building in an open, soft meadow where the grass tickles her calves. The building is just as much a box as the solid room she just escaped from, this wall running a mile long and half a mile up.

Adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Renae slows and steadies herself once she reaches the corner of the building. She peaks round the bend, and sure enough, there's the main entrance and an armed man guarding it repeatedly pacing back and forth. She spots a fairly busy country road about another two-hundred yards off, and a guy stood on the edge of the field—with his pulled-over, keys-in-ignition Renault—bellowing in pure frustration down his phone. The cogs start clicking in Renate's brain, as she watches for a minute and pieces together her escape; the guard is distracted by the fuming businessman on the side of the road, and she uses this to her advantage.

She swiftly but smoothly rounds the corner on crouched legs, silently stalking up to the guard while his back is turned and his eyes are fixated on the livid man, until she's close enough to bound onto his back—reaching for the handgun strapped to his right hip with her free hand—sending both of them barrelling forward face-first into the dry earth. Without thinking, she jumps to her feet and pulls. Pulls again.

And he's dead. No sound was made. Silencer, she notes. But one handgun is not enough for what she's been dragged into now, so she takes his long gun too. Renae starts to plod forward, taking a mere second to look back at the murdered guard before belting straight for the rearing and ready-to-go Renault. She's about to snarkly comment, "Perfect timing," as she slides into the driver's seat, but is held back as an alarm more like a war siren sounds melancholically in the distance, cutting off her devilish train of thoughts.

"Hey! What are you doing!" He drops his phone.

"Music to my ears," Renae slyly murmurs in response, like a serpent stinging all feelings with every slurred hiss, mainly to the piercing noise coming from the old building rather than the snarling businessman. She slams the car door and pushes the simple engine to drive. As fast as is can go. Just to get her anywhere but here.

~~~~

Renae finds herself back in Paris, the whole drive from the unknown to streets she can recognise a blur. Sometimes her flawless sense of direction really does come in handy. She speeds through the avenues of her estate, her aunty's house standing out like a pink elephant in a parade. She cannot peel her eyes away from the black front door, the closed white blinds in the windows, the folded newspaper thrown into the little yard, the neatly shut metal gate, the rough brown shoe mat on the little step. Her home, her bed just behind that wall, Alice sat snuggled up with a blanket and a mug of coffee on the couch, the ancient grand clock in the porch, that one creek in the stair, the soft fairy lights hung in the study, the old brown leather desk chair that smells of musk and cigarettes, the spider that's been living on the corner of the kitchen doorframe for weeks now, the chip in the wooden banister, the red wine stain on the countertop, all the miniscule things that bring tears to well up in her eyes, all the things that bring this clammy, nauseous feeling to settle about her. All the things that make Renae homesick.

But she cannot deal with that now, she can't face Alice in this state, in this brain-fogging mess. She carries on driving, to the next best place she thinks she can find answers. She scowls at the thought, "Millbruery Lane."

She parks some distance away, another narrow alleyway off the main road, and hides the long gun underneath her seat, tucking the metal bar and handgun into the band of her dark jeggings. Her loose-fit hoodie covers the odd shapes they create on her lower back, just like in the movies. Walking rigidly, all wrong and out of place, she heads down the lane she knew would make her feel like a ghost reliving a memory out of her physical body. The stores right along the bottom of the attached buildings are still magnificent to the eye, cafes still sit with intricate metal table and chairs outside, hanging baskets spread throughout are filled with rather dull, delicate flowers, antique shops still showcase their treasures in the wide window each store possesses, and the cobbled floor beneath is now as dry and gritty as the bark on a tamarisk tree in the Sahara desert.

Renae simply stands and peers at her surroundings, puzzled and pale, not quite knowing what she thought she would find here other than a feeling of fear and anxiety she never believed could be comprehendible by one human being. Still limping, she paces a full three-sixty spin, too truly scared to do much else as the realness of everything starts seeping in. "Wait..." she hushes, rushing to get the word out before she loses the thought again.

*Ding ding*

Her phone, she remembers. She took her phone and threw it behind her back whilst stood with a gun pointed to her face. Clemence's gun. She searches desperately along the floor, finding it convenient that she happened to just hear it go off. There, tucked behind a plant pot, is her her glossy black phone in all its glory, shining like the sun, like a shooting star promising Renae a wish, lighting up hope in the deep dark night. But the only thing her phone promises her is a message from an unknown private number. She opens it, barely prepared for the video she finds, not any bit ready to play it, and utterly too innocent for the horrors she watches.

~~~~

A black and white screen, speckly, blurred. Showing two separate rooms, side by side. Concrete. Dark. No doors, only an open barred window. A woman comes into view on the left-side room. Panic-struck. Stressed. Using her hands to comb back her long bouncy curls. A woman comes into view on the right-side room. More exhausted looking. Like the panic has settled down now. Until she starts to climb up the wall, pulling herself up by the barred window. She's tearing down down her exit. Her escape. Struggling until she's out of the cameras view. But as she finds her way out into the open, free, the woman on the left-side is met face to face with a man fitted in black. Head to toe. Identity indescribable. And as she backs up, fearful, she's ruthlessly forced up against the wall. Showering dark liquid everywhere, as she's shot twice in the skull. Blackness.

~~~~

"...No," Renae whimpers, "Oh no...no no no no no. Please. Oh...Alice!" She buckles over, face growing paler by the second until its true olive undertone is gleaming through. Dropping the phone, she turns to the public bin beside the large plant and doubles over again. Throwing up, hyperventilating, choking, sweating, getting dizzy, feeling limp. Numb. She twists and crashes to the floor, her back bumped up against the bin. Renae slowly wails in her weak state. She sits strangely on the floor—her head hung forward and her limbs hanging loose—and quietly but fiercely sobs. She sobs and she cries and she feels overwhelmingly grief-stricken.

Still hyperventilating, she almost chokes every time she tries to breathe in-between her involuntary snivelling, and she would have stayed this way—crying helplessly on the floor and letting herself cripple until she dies—if it weren't for the young man who stops to ask, "Miss...what has happened?"

Renae glances up, shocked to feel back in reality and in touch with the bustling life surrounding her. A man stands straight in front of her, tilting his neck to study her at a better angle. He wears a navy knit jumper paired with a plaid shirt underneath, stylish skinny jeans and a huge professional camera slung around his shoulder. It doesn't take Renae long to recognise his wavy black hair, deep blue eyes and curious persona. "Don't fucking move," her face reduces to cold stone, she pulls out her silencer and cocks it like she's done this a thousand times before.

Steadily, she stands, and keeps her trembling hand aimed right at the man's heart. "Woah!" he throws his arms up in innocence, "I'm sorry! I was just trying to help. Where did you get that?" He refers to the weapon in her grasp.

"You." He only stares guiltily at her. "You were taking photographs of me in the...the café. Why did you do that?" She steps intimidatingly closer, pressing the gun against his lean chest, "What do you want with me? Who are you? Who do you work with? Why did you do that? Why did you do that you sick son of a bitch!" Renae bellows out her last question, full of force and raw hatred, the same words as her two previous questions but utterly different in every way.

"What I, I, I...just do it for fun I didn't—I don't mean to, to offend...Miss. It is just a beautiful café to shoot in, and you were so carelessly...glowing I, I, I...couldn't not quickly snap the, the opportunity up...Miss..."

"Don't fucking lie to me. I've got a bullet about to put you six feet under and you try to fucking lie to me. Tell me what you were doing!" She's now got him plastered up against the wall.

"Alright! Okay okay," he cowers, "I could sense your powers' strength. It was radiating. It was immense."

Renae blinks a couple of times, bewildered, "Stop playing games with me, you fool," and grips his jumper with her free hand to shake him violently, then shove him back up against the wall.

"No! I'm being serious! I have this family heirloom that's been passed down for years, and it allows anybody who knows how to unlock it to see if someone is currently using magic or if they're even Thaumaturge at all. It's called seeing 'Inside out'."

"What are you on...you disgusting fuck?!" Renae releases him from her grasp and backs up a little.

"Wait look! I'll show you," he replies making her flinch and lock her arms into pointing the gun at his head as he reaches into a hidden pocket in his jacket, revealing a small, transparent sphere.

"It's a goddamned fucking marble!" She's aggravated now, and getting impatient.

But he ignores her dangerous temper, and carries on to softly breathe the word onto the orb, "Édisper..."

~~~~

All in one magnetic wave, the alleyway becomes a little brighter and a little hazier around them. Renae is jolted towards the photographer guy, forcefully pulled by no one in particular, and she claws at the jumper on his bicep, "What did you do?" But they're both distracted from the question as the dainty doorbell in the antique shop rings ten times louder than it should do behind them, and gradually a woman hops out. But she isn't hopping, she's walking in slow motion, like she's on her way to a party on the moon. Renae watches her for a solid minute, the man watching Renae for a reaction, and she's too focused on how strangely she's strolling that she completely misses the warm pink glow the woman's emitting, until it's too late and she rounds the corner.

Renae spins back around to face the man, but looks directly over his shoulder as she spots two more people strolling in slow motion. "Why are they doing that? Is he...glowing? What did you do? Turn these lights off!" She looks up into the sky, trying to find the lights this guy must have switched on.

"Uhm," he coughs.

"You're glowing!" But alls he does in response is obviously do a once-over on Renae with a raised eyebrow, "I'm...glowing? Have you drugged me?! Why have you made my glow black?" she asks him, more confused than angry now.

"I haven't made you anything, I've simply allowed us both to see what is already there. If a person is letting off that pink, wavy glow, it means they're Thaumaturge. If you see pale green in there too it means they're currently using magic. It kind of looks like the Northern Lights, you know? Oh! Look there! See? He's using magic to tie his shoelaces while he's on the phone." And he was. There was a man walking steadily, not taking a glance at his feet, while his right hand is holding his phone to his ear and his left hand is slowly twisting and turning in mid-air, tying his shoelaces from afar.

"What...? That doesn't explain why I'm blazing blackness," Renae pushes, slightly worried to listen to any more this mad man says.

"Well, that's exactly why I was taking photos of you. I don't know...I've never seen anything like it. At all."

"So let me get this clear, magicians are actually magic? And you have this...family heirloom that lets you see which people are magicians and if they're currently using...magic."

"Well...yes."

She chuckles, "Why should I believe anything you're saying, because it all sounds like a load of bullshit right now just to postpone your death?"

"Magic. What is the magic we believe? And what is the magic we see? For thousands of years, we read of fairies and wizards and goblins, and people believed. Yet how many of us will see a stand-up illusionist and not believe their capabilities at all? You're seeing it with your own eyes right now Miss, and I haven't touched a hair on your head, how could I have drugged you?"

"I...I don't know," Renae whispers in defeat, ashamed and confused and in so much shock, "Take us out of this," that when the man sucks them back into the dull movements of reality, Renae's body shuts down and she completely loses consciousness.

[hesgunnalovethis]

Anaphylaxis.

Summary: You’re out on a mission with the ground team and Leonard accidentally sends you into anaphylactic shock by momentarily forgetting about your nut allergy. Featuring worried bones™.

Leonard x Reader

A/N: I wrote this at about 5am unable to sleep from a reaction I had yesterday. Definitely not perfect but take from it what you will.

Word Count: 1584

You adjusted the straps of your backpack looking up at the mountain you were to begin climbing.

Commander Spock led the way closely followed by your Captain, you and Doctor McCoy fell slightly behind, followed by the rest of the ground team.

“I trust you’ve all been for your pre-field check ups” Doctor McCoy announced to the group, shooting an annoyed glance at Jim, who he had just about given up all medical hope on “And you’re all in physical shape to get up this mountain at speed, we’re against the clock.” He dug around in his bag pulling out a smaller bag which contained bars resembling cereal bars, he handed one to each member of the team “If the going gets tough that’ll help you release more energy, my advice, save it for when you need it because it don’t taste good.”

You started your incline to the top of the mountain where there was believed to be a relic, vital to your completion of a bigger mission.

As you got a little more than half way up the conversation had died down as the high altitude made it harder to breathe, let alone talk.

“Bones, can I see you a second” Jim said, your boyfriend left your side for the first time all mission. He was always extra protective of you when you were out together on a mission and if he wasn’t with you he made sure his was the first face you saw in the transporter room when you got back.

Commander Spock dropped by to your side as Bones moved ahead

“How long before we reach the summit, Lieutenant Y/L/N?”

“Continuing at this pace, Commander, about 17 minutes but factoring in the low air pressure I’d say 25 is more accurate” Spock nodded in acknowledgement

“We will break just now before we intervene for the final climb. Well done everyone.” Spock announced to the group behind you.

“And now would be a good time to eat those bars, you’ll need them.” Leonard shouted as the team piled into a small piece of flat land.

You all sit in a close circle trying to keep warm off of each other’s body heat as Leonard and Jim continued to discuss the plans on some land above, still in earshot.

Around you everyone was eating their bars under doctors orders screwing their faces up in disgust which didn’t fill you with anticipation to eat yours. Spock noticed as he started to unwrap his,

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, due to the decrease of air pressure and the fact you are soon to be front line to unknown threats I think it is wise that you consume your energy bar.” he explained taking a bite out of his and then stopping turning his nose up slightly “Or perhaps, part of.”

You laughed to yourself but heeded his advice unwrapping your bar staring absent mindedly into the clouds.

It wasn’t until you swallowed it you felt it.

It started as a prickling under your chin which began to spread to the insides of your checks, filling your mouth with an overpowering swelling sensation. You knew what it was straight away. Anaphylactic shock.

Your tongue started to grow, knowing that your ability to talk or make any sound for that matter would soon be gone you hit Spock’s bicep with the back of your hand pathetically. He slowly turned his head to you, eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted, nothing in his eyes but confusion. You hit him harder. Your body started to tremble as you tried to describe the situation with your hands. His eyes narrowed, quickly darting away from you at times to see if anyone else has picked up on the situation. They hadn’t. Rolling your eyes you picked up the bar shaking it violently and gesturing to your throat. Spock’s eyes winded as he finally understood the message, his expressions changing from confusion to mild panic. You frantically gestured in the direction of Leonard.

“Jim would you please jus-”

“No, Bones get it out my face I-”

“It’s not even THAT bad-”

“Bones I’m not going to eat it-”

“Doctor McCoy” Spock interrupted without taking his eyes off of you

“Yes, Spock?” Leonard shouted back, borderline sarcastic.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, seems to be… compromised.” He shouted back leaning out of the way giving Leonard a clear eye shot of you.

Your eyes were watering and unable to focus. You felt the unmistakable sensation of someone holding you by your throat against a wall.

“Dammit Y/N,” he said rushing over and kneeling down in front of you “Let’s take some deep breaths together.” He said calmly, suspecting it was a panic attack due to lack of air.

You opened your mouth to speak but only wheeze comes out.

“Shit.” Leonard’s mood changed “Spock get my med bag would ya?” he turned his attention back to you. “Can you breathe?”

You tilt your head to the side signalling a ‘kind of’ response. Your legs gave way from under you as you tried to stand from the rock you were sitting on, landing on an area of sharp rock, cutting your hand in the process.

Leonard copying your head movement while moving beside you on the uneven rock "Doesn’t really cut it for me. What brought this on?” He said while trying to give you a breathing pattern. You shook your head for two reasons. One, because you knew you were being treated for a panic attack. Two, because in all honestly you didn’t know.

You wrapped your arms around his throat softly tugging at it in an attempt to show him how you feel.

“You’re b-being chocked?” He asked as Jim stood up with his phaser looking for cloaked life forms.

You waved a dismissive hand at Jim, desperately searching the ground for a revolting bar but it too had been swept up in Leonard’s chaos.

“Doctor, Y/N level of alertness suggests that she is not experiencing a panic attack.” Spock called as he tried to locate the med bag

“Yeah, believe it or not Spock I had caught on to that, thank you.” He shouted back not turning his attention off of you. “I need you to think sweetheart, I can’t do much without some background.” You closed your eyes tight both in frustration and pain.

“Dammit Spock hurry up I need a damn tricorder before she suffocates.” The Doctor said more panicked with every wheeze that escaped you.

Spock placed the med bag down beside him, you started to violently shake your hand at him like you had done with the bar hoping he’d catch on.

“Doctor, what is in those energy bars?”

Leonard struck an annoyed glance at him as to say 'Is this really the time?’

You pointing to your finger to your nose and then to Spock backing up his question as Leonard caught on.

“Energy serum, oats, some sort of fruit?” He looked up at Spock who came to the realisation the same time he did.

“Nuts.” They said in sync.

Leonard’s face flashed with worry as he realised he’d just sent his girlfriend into anaphylactic shock.

“Where’s your epipen?” Leonard said as he began to roll down your clothing to access your thigh. You gritted your teeth together and narrowed your eyes as Leonard met your gaze. “Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of anaphylactic doesn’t bring thei-” He stopped himself with a huff, knowing his rant wouldn’t help the situation. He dug through his bag helplessly for a second before bringing out a hypo and injected it into your neck causing your swelling to go down almost immediately.

You gasped for breath and suddenly the low pressure felt like a countryside breeze. You leant back onto your forearms tilting back your head as the wheezing slowly left you.

“That’ll do for now,” he assured you in full doctor mode “But we’ll need to get you an epinephrine injection as soon as possible.” He looked over at Jim who nodded pulling out his comm to contact Scotty.

Leonard’s hand went to the back of your neck pulling it down to meet his gaze where he crouched over you. He signalled you to copy his breathing. It took what felt like forever before you were somewhat back to normal. Leonard kissed your forehead softly.

“Why do you do these things to me?” he scoffed into your hair.

“I didn’t know you were plotting a murder.” You said pulling away to see his hazel eyes full of apology.

“C'mon darlin’” he said as Spock also moved to your side lifting you by the arm and waist steadying you. Bones packed up his things and took your hand over his shoulder moving you further down the mountain to where scotty could reach you.

“It’s fine. Look I’ll be fine. Let’s go on.” You said hopefully gazing up at Leonard who shook his head slowly. “Lee.” You whined, “You worry too much.”

Leonard shook his head and scoffed looking down at you, “I wonder why?”

[eddiejpoplar]

TEST DRIVE: 2017 BMW 118d xDrive

It’s been roughly two and a half years since I last test drove a car with a manual gearbox, and the last press car I had the pleasure of driving with three pedals was a MINI Cooper. Therefore, I was rather excited when BMW called and invited me to take a BMW 118d xDrive out for a spin for a few days. I was reticent at first but after learning about the clutch pedal, I was sold on the experience.

The BMW 118d is almost the cheapest model you can get with a blue and white roundel on the hood especially and that makes it a good candidate for fleet managers wanting to get the best bang for their buck. Furthermore, this is one of the cheapest RWD cars you can get today. Chip in the fact that you can get it with a manual gearbox and things get quite interesting if you’re looking for fun on a budget.

I personally would’ve preferred if the car was rear-wheel drive as that would’ve made the whole experience a lot more enjoyable but for some reason, most of the press cars BMW has in its fleet lately come with all-wheel drive. That said, you can still have fun and be safe during winter months if you live in colder areas, and with a set of good winter tires and some skill behind the wheel, you could still deal with snow and ice.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I found myself face to face with a diesel, RWD, manual hatch and I couldn’t wait to get behind its wheel and enjoy the times ahead. That may seem a bit weird, considering the car that stood before me, but getting to drive a manual press car is truly a rare occasion these days. That’s because most manufacturers kit their press fleet cars with all the tech they can so that the journalist behind the wheel can experience the best they have to offer. Getting to enjoy a more ‘pedestrian’ model is a relief from time to time.

In the case of the 1 Series there’s another reason why the 118d xDrive came with a manual: that’s the only gearbox available for it. What’s more interesting is that if you live in the UK, the 118d is not available with xDrive at all, so things are quite peculiar for this hatch. Therefore, you can either have a 118d RWD with a manual or automatic gearbox, or a 118d xDrive but in that case, you only get a manual gearbox.

No matter your choice, you’ll get the same 2-liter 4-cylinder diesel engine under the hood, the B47 mill being tuned to make 150 HP in 118d guise along with 320 Nm (236 lb-ft) of torque. It may not seem like a lot at first glance, especially since we’ve recently sampled the M140i by comparison, but it’s enough for your daily needs, rest assured. That’s because the 1 Series is the smallest car BMW makes today and it’s also one of the lightest. Were it not for the added 80 kilos of the xDrive system, the 5-door 118d would’ve tipped the scale at just 1,425 kg (3,141 lbs). Even so, the 150 HP drivetrain handles the 1.5-ton weight of the chassis pretty well. You won’t win many drag races but you’ll have plenty of power to do your daily chores.

From the outside, there’s nothing to set the car from the rest of the range. It didn’t stand out in the crowd whatsoever, even though it was painted in a nice shade of Mediterranean Blue and was wearing the Sport Line exterior package. The wheels were definitely a nice touch, the 17” Star-spoke 379 model with black faces and chrome spokes giving the general dark theme of the car a decent contrast. Chip in the tinted windows and you get the picture.

Inside the cabin things were just as standard, with the cloth seats and M Sport steering wheel dominating the cabin as the center points. Unlike the 2 Series, which received a new instrument cluster along with the facelift this year, the 1 Series is still using the old analogue orange cluster and that’s fine, giving you a retro feel, somehow. Alas the old iDrive system is gone and, in its place, we’re dealing with the most recent iteration of BMW’s infotainment system. It has had everything revised, from the menu and submenus to the graphics and works really well, being one of the benchmarks in the industry at the moment. On the 1 Series you don’t get a touchscreen but you don’t really need it as the rotary control knob on the center console will get the job done perfectly anyhow.

And right next to it you’ll find the gearshift lever, in this case wearing the M logo on the knob. The manual gearbox is typically Bavarian which means it’s a bit rubbery but the gates are precise and closely stuck together. Shifting gears is rather enjoyable but there’s a quirk that some people might find annoying: rev-matching. All the newest models in BMW’s range come with this function and it is probably intended more as a protection measure than a restriction on the driver but you can turn it off if you want to. Just deactivate the DSC and rev matching will be gone, it’s as simple as that. And while some have been complaining about the car automatically raising the revs as you downshift, to be honest I had nothing against it. In truth, it comes in handy and all those people claiming it’s for those who can’t drive are, in all honesty, hypocrites. It’s the same kind of argument people initially used when automatics started taking over the world. Nobody is stopping you from turning this function off.

When you take the BMW 1 Series to the limit you start to understand why it’s the best handling car in its segment. To put things in a different perspective, I should also mention that it’s the only rear-wheel drive model in the hatchback segment which makes it considerably better balanced with or without xDrive. There’s little body roll too and the suspension is perfectly damped, offering the most comfortable ride when compared to the likes of the A-Class or the Audi A3, especially when you go for the optional adaptive dampers. Our tester came with the 17” wheels and runflat tires and that took away some of the comfort but we still found the ride to be more than decent. Go for smaller wheels and maybe different tires and you probably won’t need adaptive dampers anyhow.

Switching between the three driving modes did almost nothing for the way the car handled since we’re dealing with a manual gearbox here. Sure, the steering becomes a bit heavier in Sport mode and the throttle response is a bit sharper but the differences are incredibly small or, better said, barely noticeable. In Eco Pro mode, the throttle response is toned down, allowing you to get better fuel consumption figures by helping you out with that heavy right foot.

Speaking of which, the 118d xDrive wasn’t all that impressive in terms of returned mpg around town. I guess my led foot had something to do with it but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the fuel consumption to drop under 8 l/100 km (29.4 mpg) and that’s way off what BMW claims in the NEDC test. Outside the city limits, since there’s less variation and gear shifting, the fuel consumption came closer to the claims with the on-board computer showing 5.7 l/100 km (41.2 mpg). That’s a decent figure and it would’ve been lower if the car wasn’t all-wheel drive. Flat out, the BMW 118d xDrive is also quite quick off the line but not neck-breaking fast. It will do 62 mph from standstill in 8.4 seconds which is decent. Nobody’s going to buy this thing for drag racing anyway. On the highway, you’ll be fine as long as you don’t venture too far past the 81 mph (130 km/h) speed limit which isn’t great for your driving record anyway.

As for the practicality of the car, having so much fun behind the wheel does come with certain drawbacks. The driver’s seat is positioned low, offering a great driving position overall but not great visibility if you adjust it to the lowest position. You sit down low and the seats are comfortable and offer great side support, even though we’re not dealing with the M Sport variant here. The seats of our tester were actually textile and yet looked and felt great. If you’re on a budget, I wholeheartedly recommend skipping the Dakota leather.

There’s plenty of room up front but passengers sitting in the back might find their leg and head room quite restrictive. You definitely shouldn’t force three adults to sit abreast in the back, especially if they’re about 6-ft tall each as that could lead to all sorts of headaches. To put things better in perspective, you get a bit more room in cars like the Volkswagen Golf, Seat Leon, Audi A3 and the A-Class but that’s understandable since the 1 Series does have to make room for its longitudinally mounted engine and driveshaft sending power to the rear axle.

However, the cabin does come with plenty of storage spaces. The door bins are generous in size and there’s a lot of space in the center armrest to store various small items. With the back seats up, the boot can hold up to 390 liters of stuff which is 30 liters more than the old model. Fold the seats and that figure goes up to 1200 liters. And while those may seem like impressive figures, they’re both some 20 liters shy of what the A3 offers, for example. Furthermore, the loading aperture has a bit to suffer because of the shape of the taillights and the boot floor isn’t straight, dropping towards the back which can make loading things flush a bit of an issue.

Despite these drawbacks, the 1 Series is still the most fun to drive car in the segment. Get it with a manual gearbox and things get even better. To think that almost the entire range is available with a stick shift makes it a true driver’s car. The choice of engines is extremely varied as well, from 3-cylinder mills to the top dog M140i, every man and woman out there being able to choose their favorite easily.

As for the 118d xDrive model, it’s clearly been set up to appeal to the more frugal minds out there. It was developed to be a decent cruiser for those wanting to have a small hatch with a great feel on the road. Despite having a diesel engine under the hood, you can have plenty of fun with the 118d and, to make things even better, a small ECU tune can get the power levels up to what the 120d offers, 190 HP and 400 Nm (295 lb-ft) which is more than enough for a small hatch like this. The internals are the same under the hood and you can get a great bang for the buck this way.

Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed my time with the car. The diesel mill under the hood was hushed down thanks to proper sound isolation and it is well balanced, while the abundant torque band allows you to cruise around in almost any gear you wish to. Pinch the throttle and you get out of any sticky situation in a hurry while if you want to have even more fun, all you have to do is counter steer quickly to get the rear end sliding. And that, simply put, is something you just can’t do with any other hatch these days.

IFTTT

[skelanonymous]

Day 1 - Body Swap - Kedgeup (part 1), Fellcest, Fontcest, Kustard, Edgepuff

A link to the complete fic.

-

Sans came to flat on his back. His vision was hazy, but he could vaguely make out the shape of Alphys above him. She had a pretty serious look on her face, pointing at him very sternly, and gesturing over to something he couldn’t see.

“E-Edge! I didn’t c-call you here to cause a fight! You could have broken something! You got Sans caught up in this too! Look at him!” She pointed a claw over across the room and Sans turned his head to look.

His eyelights went out.

“Alphys...why is my body over there?” She did a double take, but Sans’s brain had already gone into a panic. His voice hadn’t sounded like his. He whipped himself up to sit and looked at his clothes. Black armor, with a red tattered scarf sweeping around his neck. His gloved hands went to clutch his face, but he even seeing them brought on panic.

“ALPHYS! EXPLAIN THIS INSTANT!” Edge had gotten up and walking menacingly over to her, but his lack of height and Sans’s usual attire dampened it heavily. Sans’s deep voice almost cracked under Edge’s use of it.

“Stop yelling. You’re making me sound as dumb as you.” It was kinda disturbing to watch his own head whip around to glare at him.

“YOU!” His body’s hands gripped at the scarf around his neck. “GET OUT OF THERE! THAT IS MY BODY AND NO ONE BUT I CAN USE IT!”

“Yeah, because I’m super enjoying this right now. Let go of me.” Sans flicked Edge back with a bit of blue magic. At least he still had that. He tipped his head back to glare at Alphys, who was really attempting to vanish into the wall. “So...Alphys...w a n t  t o  e x p l a i n ?”

Edge paced back and forth in front of her, much softer without his heeled boots. Slippers didn’t give him much presence. 

“I...I don’t...know?” She hid behind her hands. “I need time to replicate it! Edge broke the machine and I can’t even pretend to fix this until I fix that.” 

“AND HOW LONG WILL THAT TAKE?!” 

“Let me inspect the damage…” And she vanished leaving them alone.

“YOU COMPLETE PIECE OF SHIT. YOU ARE AN IMBECILE AND-”

“I’M the imbecile? Who fucking lashed out like a little fucking kid and broke the machine that did this to us, because I’m pretty damn sure it wasn’t me asshole.” Sans put a hand on these unusually long legs and stood to his new full height. Damn he looked small. “Red’s gunna lose his mind.”

“PAPYRUS! GOD DAMNIT. WE HAD RESERVATIONS!” Edge shuffled around, fiddling with the hoodie around him.

“Because that matters right now. Who’s going to be a Royal Guard in Underfell tomorrow?” Sans sighed, exasperated and mind working overtime. It’s not like Edge could show up in his body. He’d be dust in minutes, and Edge was useless in the lab even though Sans could do his work in this body.

“YOU OBVIOUSLY. WE’RE NOT TELLING ANYONE ABOUT THIS.” 

“Red will when I show up in your body. And then try to convince him it’s not a prank.” Sans pinched his nasal ridge, and Edge instantly stopped pacing.

“Unless I show up in your body.”

“What?” He turned to stare at Edge, his eyes distant and unfocused.

“I could be you. And go home to Red.” Edge had purposely lowered his voice, and it did sound much more like Sans. 

“And why would you do that?” Edge’s face went blue.

“Do you not want to go home to Papyrus?” Sans didn’t answer, but did let his mind wander.

He could sweep in as Edge, take his brother out to dinner, have a good evening. They’d go back home and be comfy on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket in their home, and maybe Paps would turn his face up to look at him. All leaned against him, face bright orange and wanting...

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND?”

-------------------------

In the end, Alphys gave them a week. A few days to fix the machine, and another few to match the previous conditions. Edge and Sans agreed to return in a week, told Alphys to keep this quiet, and walked out. After an hour or so, they met at Waterfall, in the quiet bench area.

“THIS PLAN IS PRETTY SHITTY.” 

“You just need to put in more effort. I’m dying in this despicable hoodie, but I’m making it work.” Edge attempted to casually slouch, making a more lax face. The casual grin looked so off it was giving Sans anxiety. 

“WELL, THEN ALL I NEED TO DO IS TALK ABOUT HOW GRAND AND TERRIBLE I AM. LET ME KEEP YELLING.” Sans was grateful this body was used to this. His voice would’ve been gone instantly. He glared at Edge, standing up straight and marvelling at the lack of pain. “THIS RUSE IS MISSING SOMETHING.”

“And what would that be, edgelord?” Edge winked. He chuckled and put on a pretty convincing contented grin.

“ARE YOU THIS INSUFFERABLE IN BED TOO?” Sans smirked at the flash of indignation.

“I don’t think that’s your business.”

“I’M SURE PAPYRUS WILL NOTICE IF I’M NOT AS ATTENTIVE AS USUAL. RED WILL NOTICE IF YOU TRY TOO FUCKING HARD.”

“...you could have a point. Maybe.” Edge looked unimpressed. “So how do you think we should share techniques?” He shrugged stiffly. “It’s not like it matters. One oddly active or lazy night shouldn’t be too off.”

“I DON’T MAKE A LOT OF NOISE.” Sans reached over, and quickly pulled Edge to him. His hand went directly into his own shirt. He grabbed his lowest rib, dragged the unusally long fingers two bones up, and scratched hard along the length of it.

“AHHHH!” Edge went bright blue. “THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!”

“IF YOU BREAK CHARACTER THIS EASILY, THIS WON’T WORK.” Sans went for another spot, stroking under the sternum. “I DON’T SCREAM LIKE THAT. I DON’T MAKE MUCH NOISE AT ALL.”

Edge fought against the urge to moan, biting down and growling. “I just needed a little warning.” He spun around and cupped Sans crotch. “You’ll struggle with Paps then. He likes vocals.” Edge pulled the pants down a ways. He hooked some fingers into his pelvis.

“AHH. YOU’RE JUST NOT THAT EXCITING BASTARD.” And Sans watched him drop to his knees. 

“Think of Paps then.” Sans felt Edge’s breath against his bare pelvis. “He makes the best sounds when I eat out his sweet pussy.” Sans eyelights blipped out the same time Edge pressed a tongue flat against his pelvis.

“FUUUUUUCK.” 

“Language.” Sans glared down at his crotch, but Edge winked and licked up his forming magic.

“YOU’RE PRETTY GOOD AAAAAAAT THIS.” He trailed a hand over Edge’s (his own?) cheek. “I THINK I UNDERSTAND. BUT RED’S GOT A DIFFERENT THING HE WANTS TO HEAR.” Sans pulled Edge up, and into his lap on the nearby bench. He positioned Edge to straddle him and ground up with a purpose.

“Do you…top or bottom?” Edge held in the sound before continuing. “Paps and m-me switch it up sometimes, but I lead mostly.”

“WE’RE LAZY. IT’S WHATEVER EACH TIME, BUT SHUT UP AND PAY ATTENTION.” Sans gripped Edge’s hips and really rubbed their bones together. Edge hazed out a second, but tried to focus on the words coming out of his old mouth. “YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE THIS.” Sans leaned in to lap at the collarbone he could reach through the shirt.

“Shut up…”

“YOU’RE SO GOOD TO ME. SO GOOD FOR ME.” The words were spoken against his throat. Edge wanted to scoff, but he held it in with everything else. “I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.” 

“He wants fluffy nonsense?” The lack of warmth startled him. The intensity of Sans’s glare almost knocked him over.

“YOU BETTER TREAT HIM LIKE HE’S AS GREAT AS ME, LAZY BASTARD. IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD.” A hand gripped the back of his head to guide his eyes. “NOW, LET ME PULL DOWN YOUR FUCKING PANTS AND GET THIS OVER WITH.”

“Who said you’re fucking me, asshole?” Edge also didn’t stop him from pulling his pants down enough so the could fuck almost fully clothed on this bench. Thank god for neither being prone to summoning an ectobody. Fingers roughly crooked inside him.

“THIS PUSSY YOU SUMMONED.” Sans moved him a little cautiously, he didn’t want to make it wholly unenjoyable, but Edge was the last person he’d have chosen to do this with and he wasn’t feeling particularly giving. After some minimal fingering, he lined them up and dropped him.

“MMm!” Edge struggled but wiggled his hips until the ache dulled down. Sans may be smirking at him, but two could play this game. 

“How’s your endurance?” Edge started a positively delicious pace, very quickly moving on the cock impaling him. He breathed through the pleasure, keeping him behind where Sans was, hopefully. The grip on his hips suggested success.

“F-FINE. YOURS COULD USE SOME WORK THOUGH.”

“Wha-” A hand slid between his fold, stroking his clit in time with the thrusts. Edge devolved to soft breathy moans. He looked up at his own face and the look he shared with Sans got to be too much.

“FUCK!” They both peaked within 15 seconds of each other, riding it out until they slowed down to lay against each other and the bench, exhausted and filthy.

“I think...we can handle it.”

“AGREED.”

It took them another five minutes to part, another three to tidy up and check on the plan specifics, and one extra to take one glance back before walking off in opposite directions of their homes. To their unsuspecting brothers’ waiting arms.

------------

Trying out this kinktober thing. If I don't finish kinktober, I'll finish this.

No beta-ing, we die inside like men