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neonthewrite · 3 years ago

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Washed Up Winchesters 1

Introducing the Winchester brothers reimagined as tiny denizens of the Lilliput/Blefuscan continent! They're just as determined to fight monsters, though they've met a giant who's definitely not a monster. Jacob will get them the help they need (don't worry. Chase will definitely hear about this).

Co-written with @nightmares06.

Reading time ~10 minutes.

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This was probably the worst way his day could have gone.

It hadn't been so bad in the morning, when they first boarded the ship. An easy in and out job, according to Sam. Get in, make sure they correctly identified the monsters, get out. They'd make a real plan once they were sure of what they were fighting.

This? This was supposed to just be reconnaissance.

So much for that, Dean thought when he was tossed overboard, along with Sam and the bag of backup weapons, lovingly disguised as a bag of clothing that only occasionally rattled.

Hitting the water was like slamming into a cold, icy brick. The impact disoriented Dean and he lost sight of Sam as he immediately went under, dragged down by the weight of his duffel bag and jacket. With effort, he kicked free of the bag. It vanished into the dark waters.

This was turning into a terrible case from start to finish. Dean's favorite guns were in there, and he'd built most of them himself.

The thought of Sam sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor propelled Dean to kick weakly for the glassy ceiling above his head, the barrier that separated him from the open air. Lungs burning from trying to hold his breath, Dean had nearly despaired when a hand clamped around his wrist, dragging him into the open air with a huge gasp.

Eyes stinging from the salt water, Dean clung to the driftwood that Sam stuffed into his arms. His lungs heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

The ship, full of their enemies, was long gone, leaving the pair drifting on the open expanse of water, barely clinging to life after being tossed to their deaths.

~~~

Time and the ocean were kind to the stranded pair.

Sam had long lost track of the time, with only the glaring sun above to measure it by. Half of him was submerged in the waves, the other half clung to the driftwood.

After what felt like hours, his arms were weakening. Not knowing where to turn to head to the shore, both Winchesters were in danger of driving themselves further from land if they swam in a random direction.

The ship they had stowed away on had long since vanished on the horizon. Sam knew no rescue would come from them, but there was the possibility of a fishing trawler passing by and spotting the brothers in the waves. Any hope, no matter how small, was worth dwelling on.

Dean groaned, and Sam glanced his way. His older brother had taken the brunt of the impact when they were tossed overboard together, and was definitely feeling it.

“C’mon,” Sam rasped at Dean, his voice thick. Licking his lips, he tried to clear his throat. The salt water was doing them no favors, out here where there was no fresh water. “Just hang in there. I’m sure someone will be here in no time.”

False hope was better than no hope, in Sam’s estimation. He needed to keep his brother going until rescue came.

The sound of splashing in the distance drew Sam’s attention. He slapped Dean’s back, forcing him to look. “See? Someone found us!”

Dean blinked heavily, then squinted. “You sure that’s not just fish…?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sam scoffed. “Fish don’t move like that. In no time at all we’ll be back on solid ground!”

Then, relief crashed over him as he recognized that a person had found them. “See? Told ya,” he said tiredly, just barely hanging on to consciousness.

Dean only mumbled a reply, eyes half-lidded as he turned to look towards their savior. Out in the ocean, with nothing to compare to their approaching helper, for a moment it looked like their rescue would be by some regular teenager.

Losing his grip on the driftwood, Sam was too weak to avoid slipping into the waves.

~~~

It was an average day in Lilliput, as far as Jacob was concerned. Ever since he'd settled in the back pasture of the Lisongs' farm, a shaky routine had started up for him. After his morning ablutions, he would check at the edge of town to see if anyone needed anything from him. Sometimes, if he could get away with it, he would even tiptoe along the miniature avenues to explore the outskirts of the city.

Until someone scolded him and sent him on his way, at least. It wasn't safe for him to linger in the city, not with all the Lilliputians bustling about at all hours of the day. They always kept themselves busy.

He had lost track of how long exactly he'd been a permanent resident of the place. It was a simple lifestyle for him, no matter how fussed the little guys could get. He was used to it.

Some days, he preferred to explore the areas beyond the city and farther even than the farmland. Other little settlements dotted the countryside, and he avoided them, but still found more places to walk. For an entire country sized for miniature people, it had plenty of space for someone who definitely didn't fit in.

He found himself on the beach on a gloomy afternoon. The beach was the first place he'd seen in Lilliput. After washing up to shore with no clear idea of how he'd gotten there, he'd received the shock of his life.

The tiniest little person he'd ever seen had been chilling on him, hidden right under his hand. Things had only gotten weirder after that discovery.

Jacob stared out over the waves, his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jacket. The cold didn't bother him nearly as much as it could the smaller folk, but even he noticed a nip in the air. Concealed behind fog and distance he could faintly see Lilliput's neighbor island on half the horizon. He'd yet to visit the place.

The rest of the horizon was open sea, extending farther than anyone on Lilliput could even fathom. Even Jacob wasn't sure how far away he was from home.

The waves were choppy further out, but Jacob squinted. He had a natural advantage when it came to seeing a great distance from the shore--no Lilliputian would notice the splash of color against the waves, so very far away. Too far for any of their little boats to reach in any amount of time.

Holy shit!

With a sinking suspicion in his gut, Jacob waded out into the water, heedless of the tiny, crashing waves.

The shore was far behind him before he had to adjust his gait to account for the deeper waters. He wasn't the world's best swimmer by any means, but his height kept him above water even out past where most of the Lilliputians tended to bring their boats. Out here even he eventually ran the risk of stepping off the continental shelf.

Depending on what he found at the end of his frantic search, his plans to meet up with Chase might be postponed.

More than once, a particularly choppy wave would rise up and hide the small splash of color against the dark blue from his sight. He always had to pause so he could find it again, hoping whatever it was hadn't finally been pulled beneath the waves.

He'd wondered if he was making a fool of himself chasing after a simple piece of driftwood when he finally spotted it again and his heart sank. Not driftwood at all.

"Oh, no," he muttered to himself as he half-swam, half-walked further along. The ocean floor was evasive under his boots, but Jacob didn't lose his focus as he stretched out one arm, ready to lift a hand under the bedraggled shape of two miniature people clinging to each other and barely keeping above water.

Jacob winced as he lost his footing in the water at last, but he didn't have quite as much trouble staying afloat as the two little guys. While one of his hands reached out to the side to help him tread water, the other lurched forward just as one of them disappeared. He had to pray the movement of the water didn't steal the little guy away before he could reach him.

Relief welled up in him as he felt something small against his rising palm. He lifted it up further to scoop up the second little guy and his meager life preserver, and soon enough the water was rushing off of them and off his hand as he lifted them out.

One thing about Lilliputians that always stuck out to him was how feather light they were. Even weighed down with exhaustion and water, these guys were no different. To him, they were mere ounces on his palm.

He struggled for a moment with his free arm to push himself backwards through the water again, all while keeping his occupied hand above the waves. When he could actually stand again, he finally lowered them enough to check on them. He cupped both hands to try to keep them steady.

Please be alive, please be alive!

~~~

Dean, waking up slowly and desperately after seeing his brother slip beneath the water, found himself clinging to his driftwood as the water rushed off the edge of the surface that had risen beneath them, and blinked blearily in confusion, unable to place what had just happened.

Sam remained close by, only a few feet away on the same surface. His long locks of hair hung around his face and rippled in the remaining pools of water that remained after the torrent.

Struck with worry, Dean inched closer, grabbing Sam’s shoulder and rolling him so he was face-up. It was with relief that Dean saw that his younger brother’s chest rose and fell, breathing steadily. He had only dropped into unconsciousness from fatigue.

“Sammy,” Dean patted his shoulder, raising his head to look around at their surroundings to see just what had rescued them so far from shore.

It took a long moment of staring for just what Dean was seeing to sink in, and when it did, he bolted upright, scrambling back.

“Giant!”

Jacob’s eyes widened and he flinched back from the startled shout. While he balked from the sudden burst of flailing from the tiny little guy, he was too late to notice where he was going. Before Jacob could curl his fingers upward and keep the little guy safe, he tumbled backwards right off his hands. The frantic yells cut off with a small plop in the water.

“Shit!” One hand curled closer around the guy who had fallen beneath the waves moments ago. He held him closer to his chest and scanned the waves, where only a tiny splash could direct him to the one that had fallen.

This time, at least, it was easier to fish the little guy out of the water. Jacob’s free hand scooped under the small, flailing shape for a second time in so many minutes, and this time as he lifted him out, he kept his fingers curled loosely over him.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he murmured. “I gotcha. You and your buddy here are gonna be just fine!”

Dean was only able to keep up his struggles for several more seconds, finding that the fingers kept him secure from jumping out of the giant’s grip. The exhaustion was creeping up on him, trying to pull him down into blackness just like Sam had been claimed. It was only by sheer, dogged determination that he held it at bay.

One of the last weapons Dean had on him, one of the few that he’d kept on himself instead of in the trusty duffel bag that currently rested at the bottom of the ocean, was a silver knife. Both brothers were in the habit of squirreling away such weapons in order to be prepared for anything. It hadn’t done Dean much good on the ship, caught off guard and overpowered before he could react, but maybe having it would pay off now.

“I don’ know who you think you are, giant,” Dean slurred, struggling to stay upright as he brandished his knife in two hands, pointing it at Jacob’s chest. “But you better let us go! We’re on an important job, and we’re not going to give up!”

Jacob felt bad. This wasn't the first time he'd scared a Lilliputian before, and may not be the last, but he never enjoyed it. Even though the tiny struggles didn't last, he could feel the tension in the tiny body as the little guy glared up at him. The knife glinted at him, but he kept his focus on the little guy's face. "I can't just..." he started to protest. Then, he shook his head and turned with both the little guys in tow. Whatever they needed to say to him, they could do so from the safety of dry land. He wasn't about to leave them floundering out there, no matter that he hadn't asked permission to grab them up.

What little energy Dean had left was put into directing a glare up towards Jacob’s face, annoyed at being mostly ignored. Hours under the hot sun with no food or water had his mind partially in a delirium, and the casual way this giant had stopped paying him any mind smarted at Dean’s pride.

“Hey, I was talking to you,” Dean said in annoyance, jabbing Jacob’s hand several times with a pointed finger. “I’m the great Dean Winchester! You should listen to me, I hunt monsters for a living!”

With that, the remaining energy he had left fled, and he sagged to the side, falling unconscious.

#mywriting #collab #washed up winchesters #jacob andris #chase lisong #g/t #g/t handheld #gullivers travels fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #chase in lilliput au #sam winchester #dean winchester

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periminkle · 5 years ago

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Orphic | 01

After moving into your own place, it seems life is finally going your way; the path to independence leading you to a quaint suburban town where even the grass seems to grow a little greener. Although a shocking encounter leads you to believe that perhaps appearances can be quite deceiving.

pairing: hybrid!jk x reader (first person)

genre: hybrid au, angst, fluff

word count: 7.3k (includes slightly edited version of preview!)

rating: PG-15

warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, scuffle, not nice people >:(

author’s note: the first chap! thanks so much for all the love for the preview and pls let me know if you enjoyed it bc i have even more of a praise kink than our king jimin :) i don’t wanna know if u hated it lmao get outta herE

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“Almost there... And... Done!”

I heaved the last of the sturdy boxes into the narrow doorway, pride bubbling at my unexpected strength. Droplets of salty perspiration were beginning to form at my temples and became increasingly uncomfortable the longer I stood there.

But, with a litter of obnoxiously brown boxes blocking the route into my recently purchased home, I had no way of setting foot past the minimal space by the doorway. “Shit.”

Spontaneously deciding that enough energy had been exerted for the day, evident by the shroud of darkness out the expansive windows, a few steps took me back out the front door. I followed the chipped white timber of the sides of my house, heading towards the back entrance.

Even though the plot was relatively large in size, the cottage built upon the land was minuscule; a single floor encompassing a kitchen, living room, hallway, bedroom and bathroom.

With that being said, the rest of the expanse was mine to revel in and admire. Hence the lack of fence encompassing my area, seeing as the forest bled its way into my recently mowed lawn anyhow.

The bulk of the towering woodland was hidden in a blanket of obscurity, brought about by the later hours that subtly induced unease. Those late night horror movie marathons only worsened the unrest in my mind.

I tried to dispel the disquietude with thoughts of the methodic chirping, courtesy of the tiny orchestra of crickets that seemed to be scattered in every which direction. The smell of the damp earth invaded my senses and relaxed my shoulders a fraction.

Albeit, the crunch of dead leaves being trampled under a heavy weight belonging to an unknown being unsettled me enough to break into a scurry along my wooden porch.

With a slight shiver slipping down my spine, I shook any solicitude off and slid open the unlocked door. I was greeted by the cool air conditioning of the indoors, as well as a telltale grumble from my own drained form.

I preheated a batch of leftovers that I’d thankfully packed from my family’s house, foreseeing how debilitating the move would be. Without regard to the lamentable furniture surrounding me, I plonked down on a creaky seat and felt my depleted energy stored slowly being refilled with each bite.

Even though my furnishings and house were humble, regret had no place in my mind for the difficult decision I’d made to pack up and leave my childhood home. Over there, the lights never flickered and scuffled furniture simply didn’t exist, with even the moldings on the walls lacking even a speck of dust.

But I witnessed, lived, through the monstrosities that lay beyond all those superficial aspects. The suffocating nature, not in the air that circulated around the place, but in the individuals with no respect for one another. My tolerance thinned over the years and I’d left the second I could.

Living in a secluded area of my tiny town had its own perks for my antisocial self — one of which being an absurd amount of land for a relatively cheap price — but the appeal of living in a bustling city wasn’t lost on me.

For reasons excluding my relatives, I was simply tired of having lived in a city my whole life and desired some form of change, meeting new mindsets and developing my own.

Before I’d even properly settled in, I’d been convinced that moving out here had been a brilliant decision. Saving up for a couple years to be able to rent out a cozy cottage with a stunning forest as my backyard was turning out to be my haven.

Albeit, the pesky bugs were certainly not a part of that bliss.

I detached myself from the distant thoughts about my life hundreds of miles away and focused on the scenery across from me, better able to observe the breathtaking quality of the tenebrous forest from the safety of my new home. The sylvan scent penetrated my home, having closed only the window screen behind me when I entered.

Hearing the weak mewl of some kind of feline peaked my curiosity, wondering if a neighbour’s cat had taken a long journey and gotten themselves lost. I picked up the slow movement slinking among the bramble that connected my backyard to the thick timberland.

The light from my lamps only extended so far and unluckily, I was unable to properly identify the animal staggering towards my back porch. My heart ached, thinking that this poor animal must be starving and in need of help.

An apparent limp in its movements tugged at the last of my heartstrings. My fridge was stocked full, being one of my top priorities when I moved in; so food wasn’t a problem right now. Deciding it would be nice to make a new friend, I gathered my own bowl and headed outside.

The sliding of the window screen startled the pitiful creature, making a hasty retreat in the form of a hobble to find refuge in the foliage, hiding and waiting for my next move. I let out a small smile, hoping to appear as friendly as possible as I slowly stepped out into the chilly night air once again.

“Hey buddy, what’re you doing out here?” I crouched down and laid the bowl on the floor. “It’s kinda cold out, hm?”

Not even the twitch of a leaf.

“Are you hungry?”

I was met once again with no reaction. Deflated yet understanding in the lack of trust, I pushed myself back up, grabbing the bowl. As I stepped towards the door though, I heard it again.

Mew.

With a quiet giggle, I turned back, winked at the still-hidden creature and stepped inside, sliding the door closed. The night was silent, save for the trill of the crickets reaching their own encore for the night when the door abruptly opened once again.

“You like tuna, bud?” A smaller plate with canned tuna, out of the can but still in its cylindrical shape was placed on the last step of the porch. “Thought you might like that more than leftovers, huh?”

Although the same lack of response took place, I wasn’t deterred this time, smiling one last time into the darkness. “Enjoy it, but not too much okay? Go back to your owner’s house after this.” I let a shiver run through my body from the cold nipping my bare skin before ambling back inside to finish off my own dinner.

Despite my words, I did hope the kitty would come visit again.

I felt yet another ache pulse through my stiff back. The absence of a proper bed to sleep in at night was duly noted and the task of assembling my bed frame was bumped up higher on my to-do list for the day. Another night of cuddling up on the freezing, rigid floor with only a flimsy sheet to cushion my restless body might strip a decade out of my life expectancy.

A feeble attempt to flatten out my wrinkled button up — that I painstakingly ironed the day before — proved as fruitless as the dozen other times I tried smoothing it out just this morning. I brushed the imaginary dust off my modest pencil skirt while I was at it, resigning to my rumpled fate.

Groaning, I swiftly nabbed a granola bar and a pre-made sandwich I’d filled with tuna, inspired by the incident with the hidden feline last night. Despite the gruelling urge within me to check for possible remainders on the porch step, the blinking light from the oven clock pushed me down the slender hall and back to my barricaded doorway,

I squawked in recollection, pushing at the hefty boxes in a flurry. Eventually, I created a tunnel which I crawled through, slipping some sneakers on before stumbling out to the bus stop. When I recalled that the closest stop was a five minute walk, time being a luxury I couldn’t afford right now, I broke into a sprint.

With heaving lungs, I reached the little blue shelter just as the bulky vehicle rounded the corner. A few steps, the tap of a card, the beep of the completed transaction, and a huff brought me on to an austere seat.

The same shade of prosaic blue within the bus itself led my eyes to the view beyond the dirty windows, marvelling at the vibrant greens and bright earthy tones that blocked any view of the sky.

Fifteen minutes condensed into seconds, my mind racing with the new possibilities and experiences this town would bring me. Even the prospect of the shy kitty returning again tonight prompted a brief smile.

Dismounting from the stifling vehicle, I took a moment to adjust to the blinding white shade of the laboratory; I pursed my lips in determination. Hoping to appear graceful with long strides, I made my way to the entrance, pulling open the heavy door with a click. A receptionist came into view.

She could barely be seen over the lengthy, curved desk, only the top of her coiffed strands on the crown of her head peaking through. As I approached, I took in her excessively teased hair and big brown eyes, accented with thick, black liner.

Clasping both hands together in a bundle of chilly nerves, I patiently waited for the tapping of the keyboard to cease before she turned one heavily shadowed lid towards me. “Hello, welcome to the Test Centre of Enriched Mutagens, how can I help you today?”

Only slightly intimidated, I fumbled with my fingers out of sight. “Uh, hi there. I recently got hired as a lab attendant here.” Cursing my distinctly timid tone I continued, “I was instructed to ask for a Kim Seokjin?”

A stiff nod and more typing was my only reply. Orbs remaining trained on the monitor in front of her as the lady picked up the receiver, punched some numbers in a rapid succession, then situated the phone between her right shoulder and ear. The fervent tapping continued.

I wondered what she was typing up that was so important.

“Yes, she’s here director,” she quipped. My gaze lodged itself onto her name tag, framed by her strawberry blonde locks. Bae Eunmi. “Of course, I’ll send her up.”

The receiver clicked in place as she nodded her head towards the left. After a couple seconds passed with no further acknowledgement, I became increasingly aware that the short interaction was all I was going to get out of the curt woman, trekking over to the elevator she had indicated earlier.

With only two floors to the laboratory, the trip wasn’t long enough to grant me time to compose myself from the abrupt conversation I experienced before I was met with a long hallway, ending with a sturdy door that had a slit above the bulky handle for a keycard.

Seeing as I had not received any sort of card, I peered around at the nameplates drilled beside the other wooden doors. This floor ominously had no windows, a dingy, low lamp the only source of light that allowed me to decipher the engravings.

I passed a few flashy titles before I reached Assistant Director Kim Seokjin.

With a deceivingly confident knock and a shaky inhale I picked up a faint, “come in.”

A rather spacious office was revealed as I pulled open the heavy wood — shelves filled with packed binders, loose papers scattered across the desk with a thin monitor practically concealed under neon coloured sticky notes. Even the two chairs tucked away in the corner had a teetering stack of paperwork on each seat.

I took a step inside the chaotic space and bowed to the man whose sunken eyes flickered to my own. “Hi, sorry to disturb you. My name is Y/N and we talked on the phone last week. I’m the new research attendant.”

He flashed me a kind smile through his exhaustion, his evidently dull features proof of a long night. Considering the sheer amount of paper work in his office, I wasn’t sure a good night’s rest was ever on this man’s schedule.

“Ah, yes, you came down from the city, correct?” I nodded in confirmation, glad he remembered our previous conversation. “My apologies that the director couldn’t meet you himself, but you’ll get to see my handsome face instead,” he chuckled, sounding faintly similar to a windshield wiper. “I’m Kim Seokjin, the assistant director, but you can just call me Jin, everyone here does.”

I felt my tense body slacken at his warmth and bright disposition despite his arduous workload. Unconsciously, I suspected the whole staff may be terse and unwelcoming, though I was thankful that I was pleasantly mistaken. In my comfort, a chortle escaped my lips. “Alright then, Jin, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Of course it is,” he exclaimed with a jesting harrumph. “So, how are you liking this lonely town so far?”

Taking a few steps closer I responded honestly. “Even though the loneliness hasn’t hit me yet, I feel like I can finally breathe here. The city was a bit much sometimes.”

Humming in an understanding tone, I watched him rise from his plush chair, plucking one of the many binders out of the shelf and placing it on top of the mountain of papers on his desk. “That’s a good mentality, you know? I hope you can always find the silver lining in any situation you’re thrown into.”

Jin grips one of the many contracts laid within and slides it over to me with a pen. “Sign each highlight please.”

As I read over all the nitty gritty details, the man across from me continued, “I really hope you can be as resilient as we need you to be, Y/N. I know it’s tough work, but I just have a good feeling about you.”

Not paying much mind to Jin’s ramblings I easily agreed and handed the completed contract back.

“Well, come on then, I’ll introduce you to the people you’ll be working with.”

I accompanied Jin back out his office and down the hall, past yet another sturdy wooden door. The strong, pungent scent of coffee assaulted my nose, confirming the new space I’d entered was the break room; two male employees lounging around and sipping on their steaming mugs.

“You finally came out of that office Jin?” A tall man leaning against one of the tables called out first, grinning with his dimples on full display. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Yeah, well, it seems like I’m the only one doing work around here anymore.” He jested, a playful smirk attached to his handsome visage.

“You can’t blame us, you know Hyunho and Minzi would never let us breathe the same air as their ‘confidential project.’ Wouldn’t want our ‘inexperienced hands’ ruining the whole thing.” The other man in the room rolled his eyes, taking another sip of the bitter liquid in his cup.

“We’re not getting into this again, you two.” Seokjin gave a stern look, any lighthearted air in the room dissipating along with his remark. He glanced back at me, nudging me forward with a tap to my shoulder. “This is the new lab attendant, Y/N.”

Although the sharp-eyed man spared a sympathetic glance my way he backfired with, “yeah, the third one this month.”

“Yoongi, I said that’s enough.” Although Seokjin’s words were strict and clipped, the palm rubbing over his face displayed his fatigue.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t even have access to the files, I mean we are researchers too, this is complete bullshi—”

“Y/N, I’ll be heading back to my office to finish up some paperwork, alright? These two can show you ropes.” The assistant director turned in my direction, the corners of his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly before trudging back to his office.

The shorter man slammed his mug down on the shabby table with a low, “goddamnit.”

“Honestly, I think this little guy is the best part of the whole place.” The dimpled man who had introduced himself as Kim Namjoon flashed his dimples, attempting to overcompensate for his gloomy partner, Min Yoongi.

The two had been working as lab assistants here for a few years now and despite the seniority, Namjoon insisted on maintaining a first name basis with both him and Yoongi. He also offered a tour, which I graciously accepted.

“A jaguar?”

“A baby jaguar.” The sprawled sleeping form of a pitch black feline met my eyes. “He was brought in about three months ago. His name is Taemin.” I carefully approached the cage, maintaining a safe distance as a general precaution despite his lack of consciousness.

Rather than providing comfort, I found that the muzzle locked around his jaws unsettled me further, which I found oddly paradoxical. I guess my designated tour guide picked up on my discomfort when he voiced, “he’s docile enough to us, but if Hyunho or any of his lackeys come by, he can get real aggressive.”

This was the second time that name popped up into the conversation and I quelled my blazing curiosity, dispelling any urges to question Namjoon about the mysterious figure. With the negative context his name was brought up with and the dark, brooding look Yoongi wore, I decided it was best not to prod, for my own sake as well.

I was brought back to reality when the animal in front of me shifted slightly. Despite my reluctancy to become attached, I couldn’t help but coo when a stretch wracked his small form, turning over in his sleep.

Although I had done my share of research into this laboratory before applying to the position and was cognizant that they didn’t harm any of their subjects — I knew Taemin’s life wasn’t in any danger, but he would be gone once all his testing was complete. I refused to get too emotionally attached in order to avoid future heartache.

I noticed his head cuddling deeper into his plush bed and knew my plan was futile. “You think he would like me?”

Namjoon let out a hum in thought, “I’m not too sure. You can try petting him if you want, just make sure to let him sniff you first.”

Slowly unlocking the cage, I extended my hand towards the muzzle, waiting with bated breath. The still sleeping animal brought up its head and placed his cheek in my cupped hand, letting loose a faint purr that I felt traveling up my palm. I stroked the edge of his jaw that wasn’t covered by the muzzle.

Oh no.

It was too late, Taemin owned every inch of my heart.

Gently placing his head back down onto his fluffy bed, my hand made a swift retreat as I flicked the lock back in place. I hoped I would be able to see more of the baby in the future.

Standing back up to face Namjoon I reluctantly tore my gaze away from the angel behind bars. Pondering when we would head to the second floor after having examined every speck of dust in the first floor, I voiced my thoughts to the lanky man. “So, are we heading back up now?”

A sigh met my ears and I turned to look at the brooding culprit who hadn’t opened his mouth since the tense interaction with Seokjin, simply tagging along the tour that Namjoon narrated. “We can’t introduce you to anything you haven’t already seen upstairs.” When he met my confused orbs he continued, “we can only enter the break room and Jin’s office up there, everything else is off limits.”

“Oh, um... I don’t mean to sound rude, especially since this is my first day and everything, but the equipment down here seem pretty... Insufficient for quality resear-” I stuttered out my concerns.

“Don’t you think we know that? Why do you think we go through lab attendants so quickly? Nobody wants to stay in a place that doesn’t have the proper equipment to perform any kind of substantial research. Not to mention neither of the head researchers trust us enough to even look at the stupid files.”

Namjoon piped in, probably sensing how heated the other man was getting. “We mainly just note the patterns in the bases of a variety of animals’ DNA that involve certain genes.”

“Not to say that’s not effective research, but scientists with your qualifications usually investigate more ground-breaking subjects.” I became a bit dejected at my own future here; I applied for a job here to further my ambitions, knowing this lab was well-known for its high quality studies.

Would I be forced to move back to the city? I couldn’t tuck tail and scutter home after all the effort and money I expended on this move, not to mention the disastrous situation I would be faced with if I returned now. No, I was desperate to find a reason to stick it out. “Why do you two stay here then? Why not just find another lab?”

“It wasn’t always like this, Y/N. It’s been over half a year now since the new management came in and basically brought in a whole new set of personnel with them. They took all the most expensive equipment upstairs and sealed it behind a locked door.”

“They even replaced the damned cleaning staff.” Yoongi scoffed out, painstakingly fed up with the circumstances.

Namjoon crossed his arms, giving a warning look over to man with bleached locks, probably in order to keep his anger from bleeding through for the second time today. “They were adamant about keeping Jin and he let us stick around, couldn’t leave this lab in the hands of complete strangers.”

“But why—”

My wrist was suddenly enclosed in Yoongi’s long, thin fingers, dragging me into the assistant researcher’s office they had familiarized me with half an hour ago. I saw Namjoon glance around before entering in after us and closing the door behind him.

Yoongi released his grip on me, leaning in close and hissing out, “it’s all some cryptic confidentiality bullshit. They’re doing something up there, something revolutionary, something dangerous, and they only trust their own people to keep quiet.”

With a hum, slightly intimidated, I questioned, “okay, but why did they evacuate the whole place, why not just build another lab and—”

Namjoon leant against the door, lowering his voice as well. “This is a remote town, there won’t be many people to question and investigate what they’re studying all the way out here.”

With many overwhelming thoughts raging, the locked door upstairs abruptly came to mind. “You don’t have the keycard either, I’m guessing.”

“You pick things up pretty quick, huh?”

After the draining events at work, I felt no motivation to peel off my thoroughly wrinkled items of clothing, having switched out of the lab clothes in the changing room back at work.

Rather than a physical enervation, the realization that my expectations to further my own studies was not a reality here sapped me of any incentive to unpack or do anything of value.

The temptation of warm pyjamas encasing my shivering body as I slept another night on the hard surface of the floor was almost reason enough to conjure up some hidden energy from the deepest recesses of my body.

I crawled my way though the makeshift hole I made earlier in the day through two of the boxes. Thankfully, no roommates meant that the house was absent of another being to pester me regarding the hassle I made at the entrance, though I thought it was quite clever considering my circumstances.

The sun had set many hours back, which I failed to detect as all my concentration was set on marking down the base sequence that brought about Taemin’s black fur colour. Jin was double-checking the state of each room before locking up for the night when he discovered my form, hunched over a microscope.

Continuing to the kitchen on hands and knees out of my present shortage in strength, I nearly decided to call it a night right there in the middle of the hallway. Though, I settled with briskly whipping up an egg or two in hopes that it would replenish enough energy to tidy up a bit before retiring to bed.

I left the eggs to cook as I departed, off to locate a plate, which I only had two of at the moment, courtesy of the unloading that needed to be completed at the doorway. A glimpse into the sink revealed the location of one suspect, dirty from yesterday’s dinner.

I tugged open the nearest cabinet to search for the other one because I sure as hell was not washing any dishes right now. But, instead of the ceramic I was expecting, the bare walls of the storage area stumped me.

The memory of the creature I’d met yesterday flashed through my mind, bringing about a sudden burst of excitement that had me shuffling my way to the backyard door, flicking the porch light on and staring at the wood that seemed to glare back at me.

No sight of the tuna or the plate.

Initially, I took extreme offence to the absurd situation. I graciously extended a helping hand to a vulnerable cat to enjoy some savoury tuna and the bugger decided to steal—

Wait.

How in the hell did the thumbless feline pick up the hefty plate in the first place?

After snooping around the surrounding area a bit, no sight of the pristine plate, I gave up. Maybe it held the ceramic in its mouth?

The mental image I’d conjured up brought a slight chuckle out of me, cutting short when catching sight of several crimson paw prints on the porch, accompanied by specks of the same hue. I pondered the unusually large size of the print, slightly larger than my palm.

An alarmingly large quantity of blood appeared with each step, the pace of my heart quickening with worry both for myself and the creature. Who could harm a massive animal like this and for what purpose?

I also thought about if the splotches would wash out with the rain or if I had to slot in a time to come out and clean off the marks. Although, the cleaning supplies were also in those unpacked boxes, so any stain removal had to be put on hold.

The bloody prints extended into my lawn as well, blades of grass covered in a layer of red. From what I could make out, the trail was U-shaped, beginning from the forest, coming to where I stood at the porch, then heading back.

A spike of fear travelled through me when a thicket shook violently. Were these stains left by the kitty I encountered the day before? From my limited knowledge in zoology, I doubted that large cats could even produce such pathetic mewls with their vocal chords, which were better suited to growl or roar.

But what was a creature of this size doing on the outskirts of civilization? I wasn’t too sure about how far the woodlands extended past my yard, but I was relatively certain that the bulkier predators had more than enough space to themselves without needing to expand their territory.

I was in the midst of this back-and-forth conflict with myself when I heard a familiar cry reaching my ears. Pushing back my raucous thoughts for a moment, I settled on responding to little thief.

“You’re back! Do you happen to have my plate by any chance?”

The lack of response confirmed my suspicions. I was now down to one, currently grubby plate in the house.

“Alright, fine, keep the damn thing.” The initial fear and suspicion I felt had simmered down quite bit, heavily due to the lack of aggression on the animal’s part and a distinct fondness I held for my first friend here that I wasn’t aware of yet. Though, I remained on guard, as there could always be another beast lurking.

In order to discover any of answers I was seeking, I knew that I had to take matters into my own hands and decipher whether my pitiful kitty was actually a large, ferocious feline— badly hurt, nonetheless. I took the portable first-aid kit out of my bag as well as the forgotten, squished tuna sandwich.

Removing the saran wrap and crumpling it into a ball, I placed the much-smaller-than-I-remember sandwich down on the wood as bait. “Guess we can’t be civil, huh bub? If you’re gonna steal my plate, have the courage to show yourself, you criminal," I teased and hoped to lure the cautious creature out.

Nothing.

“Hey, you wanna come and let me get a look at you? I can see if I can patch you up, how about that?”

Nope.

“Come on, look! You’re favourite tuna, in a delicious sandwich now!”

Nada.

I pouted at the bundle of leaves I knew the feline was hiding under, hoping to elicit some kind of reaction. Albeit, any sliver of hope was crushed with the lack of movement. Worry grew at the back of my mind, desperately hoping that the creature could live through their seemingly dire injuries. I flashed a regretful smile and lowered the sandwich on the last step.

At the very least, I wished that the snack would provide energy for its body to repair itself. With one last glance at the silent underbrush, I turned my back and lumbered into the confines of my cottage. Hopefully, I would get another chance to beckon the mammal out of its hiding place tomorrow.

The contrast of the dark droplets of blood against the light wood of my porch disturbed me more than I’d like to admit.

The daily routine of travelling to work, interacting with the few friends I made there and coming back home to attend late night meetings with my concealed kitty was growing on me. I was elated that I finally found a group of my own people, and not-quite-people, to converse and share thoughts with.

However, this town also seemed to have its own fair share of rotten apples.

I finally met the rumoured Lee Hyunho, a bulky man who introduced himself as one of the two head researchers. He seemed polite enough at first, but I detected the same brusque characteristic I noticed in the receptionist from my first day.

It appeared that all the staff brought in by the “new” management had this particular quality.

My own frustrations began to grow alongside Namjoon and Yoongi, constantly repeating the same tasks over and over again, day after day. When I tried to confront the other head researcher, Joo Minzi, about granting us more access to the studies they were conducting, she made it very clear that my “inexperienced hands” were not permitted to touch any of their files, test subjects or even approach the lab upstairs.

Charming, really.

The interaction left me fuming, much to Namjoon’s amusement, claiming that he now had two fiery beasts to quell. My interactions with the arrogant staff members were limited though, and bouncing between Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and the surprisingly amicable janitor made the work days bearable.

I also took immense pleasure in going against Minzi’s words by playing with Taemin every once in a while.

I was proud to announce my accomplishment in finally unloading all of the supplies within my many boxes to anyone that would listen, now able to revel in the tidiness of my living space. The guys were able to visit now too, previously refusing to crawl through my rather unique entryway.

Progress concerning my kitty was little to none, but I did discover that it was immensely therapeutic to relay my worries to the mammal, finding comfort in its presence.

I took the rustling of the leaves as acknowledgement for my exasperated tone. “I mean, I don’t even feel like a researcher there! It’s all ‘hey newbie, go get me a coffee,’ ‘this is classified, no touching,’ ‘you can’t participate, this isn’t a charity,’ blah, blah, blah...” I raised my tone and ended my rant with a pout, embodying the childish behaviour that encompassed how I felt I was being treated as of late.

“Remember the really cute janitor I was telling you about? Jung Hoseok? Well, he was telling me about some stuff he heard when he was cleaning the lab upstairs.” I heard a short swish of foliage being disrupted, which I assumed was a result of the creature tilting its head.

“Apparently, they’d made big advancements on whatever stupid ‘highly confidential’ project they’re working on. It definitely has something to do with the patterns in different animals’ DNA, but I can’t pinpoint exactly what they’re trying to accomplish...

“And guess what? Hoseok said he’d overheard that they’d lost a test subject a little over a week ago! There’s probably a mouse scurrying around somewhere, living his best, liberated life right now.” I shifted in place, adjusting my position to make myself more comfortable in the chilly night. “I just wish I knew what was going on, you know...”

“I wanted to prove them all wrong.” I sneaked a glimpse at the forest for any indication of a vocal response I knew the creature gave occasionally. In a small voice I added, “but maybe they were right.”

Another shuffle broke through my lengthy monologue and I facetiously grinned towards the camouflaged animal. “Y’know, I’m starting to really question whether you’re here for my company or for this,” I pointed to the tuna, disturbingly still in that short cylindrical shape.

I stared past the obscure stalks of the trees, having found consolation and tranquility in the space a few days prior, even from beyond my glass door. My initial apprehension of unknown monsters subsided and it was reassuring to know that my kitty was somewhere in there as well.

Another shuffle revealed a pair of bright, beady eyes meeting my own enlarged ones. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest by the sudden appearance, although I tried not to alarm the creature back into hiding by revealing my own trepidation.

Knowing the keen senses felines had, there was little doubt in my mind that the one across from me wouldn’t be able to pick up my instantaneous change in demeanour.

“You gonna come and get it or what?” With a slight nod towards the meal, I cursed the slight quiver in my voice and prayed that the creature felt comfortable enough to reveal more of itself to me. My curiosity was bubbling as I allowed my gaze to travel to the crown of its head.

I concluded that the creature’s fur was either pure black or another dark tone, hard to decipher when I didn’t have the enhanced night vision of the mammal perched a few metres away. Said feline made no further movements, keeping his gaze trained on me.

I analyzed the elongated slits that served as pupils, engraving the rich green shade of its irises into my mind, fearful that this sudden intimacy may scare the mammal off, never to be seen again. But, I found myself unable to divert my gaze, feeling as though I was staring at a physical manifestation of the pure soul of the forest.

It was utterly mesmerizing.

An impatient gruff left the creature’s mouth, snapping me out of my reverie and I resigned. “Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m leaving alright?”

Maybe one day the mammal would feel comfortable enough to eat in front of me and I could migrate my dinners to the porch outside. Refusing to get too greedy, I reminded myself that the baby steps taken today were infinitely better than none at all.

With one foot in my house, I turned back to the tantalizing eyes, still focused on my pyjama-clad form as I beamed back gratefully. “’Night bud.”

The snapping of the lock clicking back into place alleviated some of the soreness of my overworked muscles as I took another step inside. My head fell back to sneak a glance at the ceiling, hoping to peek past the old plaster and stare into the eyes of any higher being out there.

I quickly considered whether to thank them for this opportunity of a lifetime or to curse them out for my seemingly limitless workload.

As my eyelids slid close in defeat, an exhausted sigh involuntarily slipped out into the silence. Kicking off my shoes into the pitiful pile by the doorway to join the rest of its brethren, I wandered deeper into my rather small abode in the darkness; only my padded footsteps and the zipper of my jacket being undone

Hearing my stomach rumble with its complaints, I made the couple steps toward the kitchen’s light switch. But, an abrupt halt came with the memory of yesterday’s optimistic plan of embarking on a trip to the grocery store after a short work shift.

Evidently, I hadn’t predicted the gruelling day I would have nor the extra hours that would be requested of me. I found that I’d been frequenting the store quite often as of late, the demand of food increasing once another mouth to feed came into question.

In a reluctant fashion, I pulled my jacket back up to my shoulders, knowing that the fridge was just as empty as my stomach currently was. I pushed my aching limbs back towards the entrance, pondering over whether the grocery store was even open this late in the night.

However, I was forced to a grinding halt once again as I heard a booming thump from my backyard and my blood ran cold.

I waited with bated breath as my heart rate elevated, pounding in my ears. A minute of stillness passed before yet another sigh escaped my jittery body. Another disadvantage of a remote plot included being frightened by every snap of a twig.

As a scoff passed through my chapped lips at my own cowardly antics, I began to resume my trek to the front door when another thud reached my ears. The recognition of the sound coming from the backyard alerted me that this time may be different, with the presence of an actual threat.

Following a series of gut-wrenching cracking noises, hurried footsteps approaching the wooden porch in my backyard startled me to action.

Hastily, I dashed back to the kitchen to grab an unnecessarily large kitchen knife out of the drawer and flew to cover behind my minuscule island. A quick glimpse down towards my chest revealed my shaking hands. Well, this is certainly one way to spice up my night.

Listening to the intruder fumble with the lock for a little while before it was being smashed into, I knew I couldn’t just stay cowering behind my kitchen island, waiting for this murderer to come and end my night (and all my subsequent nights thereafter). The rage behind having to buy and reinstall a new lock also propelled my need for revenge.

I took in a deep breath and steeled myself as the footsteps wandered in, coming straight towards the kitchen. A loud growl reverberated throughout my house and befuddled me further. Was the intruder simply a feral animal? The lack of a problem with my lock dismissed that thought but I couldn’t shake the feeling of a predator having sneaked into my house.

The feeling of being stalked.

I rapidly shook off that irrational thought, doubtful the stranger even knew of another presence in the house. As the intruder turned the corner — coming straight towards my hiding spot — I reared back a little before launching myself with my dull knife leading the way.

A screech made its way out of my throat as the intruder’s reflexes were evidently a lot better than mine, catching my wrist before I could inflict any damage. But, I refused to give in just yet as I attempted to smash the hard edge of my palm straight into the stranger’s nose in order to buy myself some time to flee.

Unfortunately, for me, that attack never reached its target as the intruder caught my throat in his other hand much faster and used his larger frame to smash my body against the fridge.

The wind escaped me, though I kept squirming to try whip my knee straight to his crotch as a final ditch attempt. I lightly cursed as a glimpse informed me the intruder was a brawny man.

He noticed my struggle and easily flipped me around, one hand finding purchase in my hair, banging my head against the cool metal of the fridge and the other held both of my hands pinned to my back. The knife clattered to the ground in a dangerous arc.

In the middle of wondering how the hell he gathered my wrists and disabled me in a split second, I felt a heavy growl in the shell of my ear. A cold shiver slipped down my spine, adrenaline slowing leaving my body as we both puffed out breaths of exertion.

What the actual fu—

“No hurt, need bandage and go.”

His broken English came out with a slight accent and I found myself nodding instantaneously as I tried to work out what he needed. “Okay, okay,” I muttered as best as I could with half my face smushed, “I have bandages in the big drawer by the sink. You can take those.”

I only received a grunt in acknowledgement. He nudged me with his foot to shuffle backwards with his hand still wrapped around my wrists and led me to the sink. Half curious about his motives and half accepting that I could never overpower the stranger, I followed obediently. Though that didn’t stop me from deliberating over how to outsmart the man.

Deciding on waiting for an opening or a slack in the grip around my wrists, I nodded my head towards the drawer I was referring to earlier and finally peered up at my intruder’s shadowed face. He wore a black ball cap on, aiding in hiding his features which were mostly guarded by the lack of light anyway.

A glance at the lower half of his visage allowed me to witness his pale lips and the small mole directly underneath them, as well as a sharp jawline leading to his exposed neck. Inconspicuously bringing my gaze even lower, I took in his matching tattered black outfit, confirming his bulky build and scuffed sneakers.

Maybe I could run to the nearest police station — which admittedly, was rather far, and provide a detailed description of the criminal. Considering if I made it out alive, of course.

With his vacant hand he swiftly pulled the drawer open, taking handfuls of bandages, gloves, bandaids and other miscellaneous items I crammed in there. The stranger stuffed as much equipment as he could fit into the large pocket of his hooded sweatshirt.

I would have found his full little pouch endearing if I wasn’t preoccupied with worrying over my own well-being.

Another awkward wobble later, we were back at the fridge. At this point, I was gathering all the courage I had left to aim for a pressure point on the criminal’s thigh that I vaguely knew the location of. I should have paid more attention in those self-defence classes, damnit.

Just as I turned to act, he bent down to pick up the discarded knife off the floor, effectively deterring my attack and forcing me into submission. He then turned to me to flash a slight smirk.

“Cute.”

Releasing his death grip on my bound wrists, he sprinted back out my now broken back door, heading off.

After a couple minutes of stewing in my thoughts, back against the cool fridge, I struggled to comprehend the brief interaction and the dark drops of crimson littered all over my white tiles.

I still have to go grocery shopping.

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Ectober Day 16: Trip - The Green Sun Project Chap.9: Zone Bound Like A Ghostly Basset Hound

Danny needs to get a little more connected with his Zone.

The next thing Danny does is look around. Actually going into the Zone wasn’t really something people did. Considering the very air and literally all surfaces were pure ectoplasm, it wasn’t exactly safe for human travel.

Glancing around, not surprised at all the green just everywhere. ‘Huh, very green’, patting his chest, ‘thanks a shit ton for that save by the way. We should, uh, not stay in one place though. And this place is super not human safe, so if my body starts doing not fun stuff, you need to get me outta here’.

Getting a loud whine, ‘deadly?’ and soft accepting hum in response.

Danny nods his head and starts looking around for a landmass. Keeping the invisibility up and floating slowly once he spots one. ‘For a normal human, yeah. But if my idea that you can make me able to handle ectoplasm is right, then I should be totally fine. The Zone, here, is pure ectoplasm. Not as strong as what’s in ghosts or what you’re made outta, but still’. Swallowing and whispering, “normally any humans who come here wear full-body anti-ecto hazmat suits. Like what my parents’ wear all the time”, lifting up and glancing at a bare-skinned hand, “I should really be in a ton of pain right now. Like what I got from your green tendrils. Well, little less immediate than that”. His Core giving a worried whine; Danny just pats his chest comfortingly.

It doesn’t take long to make it to the little island, Danny poking the ground cautiously with his shoe before shrugging and landing on it. ‘If my folks ever find out about this, they’re gonna make me burn my clothing. What with how insanely contaminated they are by now’. Earning some bubbling from his Core.

It also doesn’t take much wandering to figure out that the island is not only small but most likely uninhabited. Meaning probably safe to crash on for a bit. Also noticing in this time, that his body feels kinda good, which is weird. It was kinda like he was getting a very faint full body massage with nice oils or something. Feeling it even on and in his bones, muscles, and Core. Though he’s not surprised by the constant slight tingle of sensing all the ectoplasmic energy around. Vaguely noting how it was stronger near things that logically had more ectoplasm.

Sighing and sitting to lean against a tree, decidedly one that felt lower in ectoplasm, grumbling a little, “Sam and Tuck are probably worried by now”, and flipping out his phone. Groaning at it, “no bars or internet, figures”. ‘Any clue what’s up with my body feeling nice? Is it just cause this place is technically part of you?’.

‘Only change absorbing ectoplasm’

‘Heh, must be on a pretty massive level then. Still weird’. Leaning his head back against the bark and closing his eyes. Guess he shouldn’t be surprised that his body liked absorbing ectoplasm, probably feeding his Core in a way. Yawning a little. ‘Hey, I think I’m gonna sleep for a bit. Make sure to wake me and feel free to yank me around if a ghost approaches us, okay?’. Grinning to himself over the soft hum.

Danny’s not even slightly surprised to get awoken very suddenly. He somehow doubts those ghosts would just give up. Would make his life easier though.

‘COMING. Eye child’

‘Alright. Okay. Not good’. Turning to fly off he’s also not surprised to nearly crash right into the scythe-wielding ghost that just appeared out of nowhere; who also looks to have a stick now, with something that looks like a ‘CW’ and a tiny clock on it. Not even getting a chance to back off as his body just freezes in the air.

“I’m afraid the Observants believe you a threat to the Realms, Daniel. And the future seen hardly disagrees”. A mirror shaped something forming next to the ghost and flashing through scenes of destruction.

‘I- what?- that won’t?’. His Core just making some strange warbling static thing that he can’t make sense of. The ghost doesn’t hesitate or explain further before ramming the scythe through his back, it feels like all his veins are immediately on fire and he can both see and feel green electricity arching over his skin. Watching his Core get physically shoved out of his chest, blue and white tendrils tense and clearly trying to hold on to him before fizzing and snapping off.

A verifiable horde of Observants appears, one moving to slide the Core off the top on the scythe and cup it, while Danny collapses onto the small island; wheezing and a pool of blood forming around his chest from the hole speared through it. ‘Ah shit... this is so.. not how I saw this coming’. Sure he never expected to live very long but graduating would have been nice. Though he can appreciate the comedic value of being offed by a scythe of all things. Wielded by a ghost. That’s got to count for some kind of jokester prestige. Right? And hey, he will probably be the first human to actually die here. Oh he’s so totally going to wind up a ghost.

Man, Sam and Tuck are going to be pissed.

The scythe-wielding ghost quirks an eyebrow and gives an almost inaudible pleased hum while the Observants back off as the Zone Core immediately starts vibrating wildly, making horribly unpleasant static and growling sounds; as if an entire pack of hellhounds were nipping at their heels over the backdrop of a static tv screen turned well past a-hundred. All of them covering their ears and hunching over, the Observants pupils widening when the Zone Core discharges massive amounts of green electricity in every direction.

“WHAT!”, none getting to say more than that as they all start getting speared and shocked, causing massive amounts of damage. The scythe-wielding ghost the only one successfully avoiding it, though the ectoplasmic air everywhere is becoming charged itself and is something utterly unavoidable.

“Well, this changes things”. They poof and appear looming over Danny, who’s still alive enough to glance at them, “it seems you are quite the unusual one. You’ve taken a path with less than one percent possibility of happening. The Observants, they believe only they, beings inherently incapable of biases, can control the Core without becoming a danger to the Realms. Without becoming power-hungry. The logical would find that quite a narrow-minded view to hold. Would it not be preferred to have one who cares? One who protects, guides, and teaches. Over ones who only watch?”, the ghost grins as some rocks get blown apart by a zap of lightning, “I think we may be of use to each other. To answer some of your questions, I, am ClockWork”, and poofs away, reappearing by the Zone Core; while Danny’s barely consciously widens his eyes. ‘A myth...’. Then passes out, his chest falling and not rising back up.

Many of the Observants glance at each other as the fabric of the Zone begins to shake. Glancing and seeming to squint at ClockWork’s sudden movement. One speaking up, “what are you doing. You’ve fulfilled your duties, now leave”, their voice sounding full of power and command.

“I’m afraid that is not what this one wants”, and raises their scythe over their head, the blade pointed away from the Zone Core.

“ClockWork!-”, the Observants get cut off by loud static drowning everything out and ClockWork slamming the side of the scythe on the Zone Core, sending It shooting down back towards Danny. It immediately ceasing the lightning and static, exploding with tendrils that squirm over the entire island trilling loudly all the while. ClockWork floating to be between them and the horde of Observants, a slight smirk across their face.

The Observants look from the Zone Core to ClockWork, one holding up a finger, “this is your fault now. What happens, you are responsible for it. And you will take the fall for it”.

“Yes. And you will merely observe. Nothing more. As you were meant to. Pariah is gone, and you are hardly replacements”.

“You plan to-”, the Observant not getting to finish as chunks of the island seemingly get pelted at them. Effectively forcing them to flee; unable to tolerate any more damage. As while they were something of a force to be reckoned with as a group, individually they were far less durable than ones like ClockWork.

Danny hacks and coughs, jerking to curl up in on himself and feeling like his ribs were being squeezed by a very aggressive anaconda. Groaning over the other feeling like lead was attempting to move through his veins. There’s no way he could even lift up his arm right now and he’s got no clue what the vaguely squirming blanket thing over him is. Blinking, he can barely even attempt at actually thinking words. Mostly it was just ‘ow’ and ‘ah’ and ‘fuck’.

Sucking in a breath as that almost gnawing emptiness in his chest gets practically slammed with weight and fullness and energy and power. It’s so much that he almost passes out again from it.

“You need to calm down, you’re overwhelming the poor boy”. Danny blinks over the vaguely familiar voice, though he can’t even begin to place it at the moment. But the squirming does slow down a little and the pressure in him feels less all-consuming. Wheezing a bit and actually managing to push himself up with his one arm after a bit, blinking at the purple cloaked smirking ghost before cringing and glancing to his chest. ‘Right. Core. Little...Star?’.

Flinching a little at the very loud, ‘HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME’ that’s so intense it’s almost gibberish to him.

The cloaked ghost hums, “the Zone Core has never been exposed properly to the Zone. As such It seems quite inexperienced in how to manage so much raw energy without the body of a mortal to filter it. And It expelled a very large amount of Its latent energy attacking us”, the ghost grins, “now I could take you two somewhere to expel the raw It doesn’t yet know to handle and gather ecto-energy that is more... suitable for your living body”.

Danny wheezes a little, muscles spasming, and feeling the vibration of invisibility coming and going; pretty sure neither him nor his Core is really in control of that. “So... you’re, not going, to off, me?”. The ghost -ClockWork, right? And wasn’t that a mind fuck they were supposed to be some kind of ghost god myth- nods before changing to look like a toddler and floating close to his face, “far be it for me to deny the Zone Core Its cores desires. To see It doing as It was, It would have depleted Itself for the one It cares for. Risk everything for the one It calls home. And I find it unlikely that you would do any differently. So, do you not deserve a chance?”.

Danny just blinks, this was probably the most positive interaction with a ghost he could imagine. A bunch of ghosts just had a spat over him. Oddly, he wonders what his parents would say. How they would try to explain this. Regardless he nods gently, fighting against the stiff tautness in his neck. The now adult ghost picking him up and practically cradling him. ‘No one is ever going to believe this. Ever. Ever. Literally the only ghost I could run into more extreme than this is freaking Pariah or a ViralHelm. But... I’d be super super dead’.

‘No. Never. STAY’

‘Little guy, I have zero intention of being around either of them. Or dying honestly. Ow’.

ClockWork chuckles very faintly, Danny decides against asking. The fact that every inch of him still feels like hot garbage only encourages that. Though he can’t help but whisper in awe, “woah”, when he sees where they’re going. A massive flowering plain covered in flowers of all different kinds and shapes, with glows that somehow shimmered, a red aroma wafting off the place and smelling like sweet succulent heaven. Him sniffing and leaning forward out of ClockWork’s arms, though wincing a bit at his Core vibrating and seemingly trying to pull him forward. Everything around It felt so raw. It honestly probably was raw. ‘Please stop pulling. You’re hurting me’

‘Want. HUNGRY’

‘I know. But I feel, like you’re gonna pull, yourself out of me’. That seemed to be enough to get the little guy to calm down some. Probably really heavily against the idea of being separated at the moment. Though to be fair, he was too. He still leans forward a bit more though, pointedly ignoring the tendrils hanging out over his skin; at least it didn’t hurt. He’s just going to assume they weren’t sinking in because of the full of raw ecto thing. Did his Core just not know how to process the Zones energy yet? Or was it because of him?

He mentally cuts himself off as ClockWork sets him down on the ground, kneeling and hands moving practically not of their own accord and jerky to cup one of the little flowers. ClockWork speaking as he shoves the flower in his mouth, it exploding like a fruit gusher and making him outright moan from the sweet thick white chocolate flavour and texture. “This is the Defted Plains. The epicentre of the Zone, if any place is the true point of origin for the Zone Core it is here, and the ectoplasm here is ultimately what the purified Zone core ectoplasm was pulled from to make the Zone Core”. Danny’s barely paying any attention as he rips up more of the flowers, stuffing them into his mouth more than a little eagerly. Though noting the tendrils around him are lifted off him a bit and stabbing into the ground; more flowers growing, uncurling, and popping open around them. And the pulsing going on in his chest is more than a little weird.

Side-eyeing ClockWork as they shift to a child and move to sit on his shoulder, obviously uncaring about him practically tearing up the ground and flowers like a starved animal, “while this may be replenishing the Zone Core, it is doing little for your own healing. The Zone Core will have to do that for you Itself. And I’m afraid there are certain complications that Maddie and Jack failed to grasp”, Danny can feel the back of that scythe pressing up against his back, “that a Core needs to be connected to provide support”, then pushing him at the ground; him immediately slipping through the ground like it was butter.

Danny can’t see anything other than himself and he appears to be glowing, and the tendrils, he can’t so much as twitch a finger but watching the tendrils shoot off him and seem to connect to something somewhere and becoming taut sticking out of him from his chest. ‘Alright. Okay, somethings going on here and I have no idea what. But... are you okay?’, feeling like all of his insides are squishing themselves or something, ‘oh Zone I’m hungry’, he’d really like to be able to swallow or anything right now, ‘this is your hunger I’m feeling right?’.

‘Some much-everything-is. Home fine. Here happy-mine’. Danny’s skin twitching violently is the closest he can get to shuddering from the harsh vibrations and nuzzling; hearing deep humming bordering on a purr that sounds like it’s coming from everywhere.

Danny doesn’t even get a chance to try responding to that, he’s pretty sure his Core is having a fair few issues ‘thinking’, as he feels like a video game cartridge that just got clicked into place and eyes mentally widening at the blackness being overtaken by being able to just see everything seemingly expanding out from him. He can see the edges of the Zone like he’s there but also not? It makes zero sense, but whatever that’s just his life, existence, whatever, now.

Then nearly vomiting from everything just seemingly snapping back inside him and rolling over on the little flowering plain area. The Defted Plains ClockWork called it? Grinning slightly more than a little aware of the thick heavy wetness in his limbs again. He’d gotten used to it but still, blinking at still being able to see, like, everything but it was like colourful static spiky wavy energy and was really in the background to what he’s actually seeing around him. ‘Mind trip holy shit. A druggie would be jealous of this, damn. At least I can tell what’s actually in front of me’ closing his eyes, he could still see the static energy stuff behind his eyelids, ‘fuck. This is a lot’. Sighing a little at the soft apologetic sounding whine. ‘It’s fine it’s fine. Just gotta give me a bit to deal’, swallowing, ‘so this is you huh? All of you? The Zone?’

‘Mine. Yes. Part of. Home more mine. Part home too’.

‘Alright cool. Guess the Zone’s part of me more than just having its Core. I can just feel the existential crisis coming’. That gets him some bubbling laughter, which makes him smile even if he still feels tired and so doesn’t want to get up.

Danny twitches a jerk at the sound of ClockWork’s voice startling him, “I would encourage you to head home. Before any curious ghosts come to check you out. You, or more so the Zone Core, is quite a big deal after all”.

Danny sighs and slowly pushes himself up, that action alone making him feel exhausted, “ghosts coming after me is going to be common bullshit for me now, isn’t it? And do I seriously seem like I’ve got the energy to be going anywhere?”, oh he can feel the sarcasm dripping off that.

ClockWork smirks, “that would be telling, wouldn’t it”, floating closer and jabbing his chest with their staff, “you may find yourself tired but the Zone Core hardly is, Daniel. Or should I call you Phantom?”, grinning, “no I think I won’t”.

Danny actually chuckles over that, he thinks he kinda likes this ghost. Looking down to his chest, “well? Feel like doing the portal shit again? You’re gonna have to puppet me around though, ‘cause my muscles feel like rubber”. He thinks ClockWork grins a little at that but when he looks they’re gone. His Core does bubble and crackle a little though, even if there’s a slight whine. Obviously little guy felt bad for all this, which yeah, he fucking died for a while there he’s pretty sure. Regardless he doesn’t fall over when his arms jerk out and the taut threads stabbing his bones feeling starts up, a portal swirling open; his body seemingly flinging itself through it. Landing on the sidewalk in front of his house, just outside of the shield around FentonWorks. Which he absolutely groans over. It’s also dark out. Which, fuck him, everyone was probably freaking out about his sudden MIA status.

Hence why he’s totally unsurprised when his parents and friends all run out to him. ‘Ah they probably thought my parents did some experiment thing on me or that I maybe got abducted by the G.I.W.. Nice to know they’d come running to my defence without hesitation’. His Core softly humming a happy agreement.

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7-wonders · 5 years ago

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Violent Delights

Summary: Accidentally summoning a seductive incubus leaves you between a rock and a hard place, but do you really want out of this as much as you claim?

Word Count: 3219

A/N: This is filthy, I’m so sorry. Welcome to the long-awaited incubus Duncan smut! Possible warnings for demons, demon summoning, sex, begging, size difference, size kink, oral sex, dirty talk, dubious consent (it’s all consensual, but reader is being seduced by a demon), over-stimulation, rough sex, hair pulling

In hindsight, you should have never read out loud from the creepy old book you found in the crawl space of your new apartment. It’s a classic first-horror-movie-victim move, and a move you thought you were above pulling. No matter what you should or should not have done, there’s no changing your present situation. Which, at the moment, is not a situation you ever thought you would find yourself in.

The mysterious creature that you inadvertently summoned is straddling your hips, staring down at you with a gleeful smirk on his face. You’re pinned under him, desperately racking your brain as you try to remember what the hell an incubus is. It’s some sort of mythological creature, you’re sure, but it’s one that you were never too interested in learning about. Now, you find yourself wishing you had at least taken the time to read the Wikipedia page. In the meantime, while you are trapped and trying to figure out how to get rid of this entity, you first need to escape from under him.

The man (can he be considered a man?) obviously does not expect you to fight back in any form. You don’t know it, but he’s so used to women being enraptured by his beauty and throwing themselves at him that, to have someone trying to get away from him is a completely new experience. That’s why he’s caught so off-guard when you swing your leg up and knee him in the back, the shock of the sudden gesture doubling him over. Using this to your advantage, you try to throw him off of you while rolling out from under him. You scramble to your feet, bolting for the door while the creature is still stunned. The moment your hand grabs the doorknob, yanking the door open, a set of large hands grip your shoulders and turn you around, slamming you against the now-closed door.

He pins your wrists above your head with just one of his hands, the other tracing over the curve of your waist with a barely-there touch. “Oh, it never fails to amuse me how intelligent you humans wrongly believe you are,” he laughs lowly, dipping his head to pierce you with his blue gaze.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-“

“An incubus,” he reminds you.

“Whatever. I accidentally summoned you here, and I don’t want you here, so if you would kindly get the hell out of my apartment, that would be greatly appreciated.”

The incubus is visibly confused, eyebrows furrowed together and creasing his perfect face. “You...do realize that, even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t?”

“I don’t even know what an incubus does!” You say in exasperation, leaning your head against the wall. The creature slowly realizes that you truly are clueless, and laughs once again, the pleasing sound yet another alluring part of him.

“Oh,” he shakes his head, clicking his tongue, “my sweet, naive little human. I’m a sex demon.”

“You’re a what?” You shriek. Not only is the demon incredibly attractive, he’s also incredibly arrogant, phrasing his answer as if everyone should know what an incubus is.

“A sex demon. You know, a creature of the night, an ethereally beautiful creature spawned from hell who seduces women in their dreams in order to steal the excess life force that comes with an earth-shattering orgasm?”

“Well, I didn’t mean to summon you, and I didn’t know what you were. There’s some sort of hall pass in whatever demon contract is used in that book, right?” You’re laughing nervously now, the reality of your situation sinking in.

“I’m afraid not, my lovely (Y/N).” How does he know my name? you think. “I’m a demon, darling, my powers are innumerable.”

“So, mind reading…?” you trail off.

“Just the tip of the metaphorical iceberg.” The incubus presses his weight into you, and you flush when you feel his sizable bulge against your thigh. You shudder in response, not because of the lewdness of his action; but because your core throbs with arousal at the sensation. It’s sick, you think, to be growing wet while trapped in the hold of a literal sex demon, but something about the position you’ve found yourself in is alluring. It could be helplessness, or it could be the demon working his charms on you, but this seduction seems to be working no matter the case. He smirks, and you’re not sure if he’s reading thoughts you’re not even aware that you’re having or if he’s just that good at reading humans’ bodies. “It seems that you’re not as resistant to this idea as you claim to be.”

“You--you don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say haughtily, raising an eyebrow at him defiantly.

“A fiery one, you are. I like that in a woman.”

Just as quickly as you were able to regain your confidence, it’s lost once more when his fingers snake up your body. A large hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly and making your breath hitch. You shudder once more, goosebumps rising across the surface of your skin when his hand trails down to cup your breast. He grins, closely watching your reaction as he pinches your nipple through the material of the shirt you were planning on sleeping in. You bite your lip to hold in the squeak threatening to escape your mouth, a near-impossible feat.

“And now? Do I still not know what I’m talking about?”

“I stand--ah!” you squeal suddenly when he playfully nips at your neck, skilled hand toying with the waist of your pajama pants, “I stand by my previous statement.”

“I promise that this will rock your world in ways that you couldn’t even imagine, sweetheart. Think of it as a...mutually beneficial agreement. You get the best sex of your life, and I get some of your delicious life force. It won’t even hurt; you’ll be in so much pleasure that, by the time I’m done, you’ll merely feel as if you need a lengthy nap.”

“I don’t know, it seems a little shady to make a deal with a demon--oh my God!” You gasp when the mere brush of his fingers against your clothed clit causes a jolt of pleasure to rise into the recesses of your abdomen.

“Hmm, it’s not much of a deal when you have no choice,” he hums, and you can feel his grin against the skin of your neck. “So? What do you say, then?”

“I...okay, yeah.” You shut your eyes tightly, not able to stomach the embarrassment of giving yourself over to an incubus if you were to see his victorious face.

A spinning sensation is all you experience before your back is against the new mattress that still sits on the floor. Your eyes flutter open, and your heart rate picks up at the intensity of his gaze on you. Those small horns poke out of his dark locks, and the only thing that stops you from running your fingers along them is that you’re physically unable to move your arms. They’re pinned above your body by an unseen force, and no amount of moving or squirming is able to free them. The incubus watches in amusement, lazily rutting his hips against yours while he waits for you to realize that your pursuit of freedom is futile. He grows tired of your struggle and grips your thighs with his hands, pulling them apart to get a good look at your clothed center.

You let out a shriek, his strength making it impossible for you to close your legs again. He removes his hand from one thigh, testing the waters to make sure you won’t disobey him. Keeping your leg in the position that the demon left it in, a simple wave of his hand is all that it takes to disintegrate your clothes from your body. The sudden cool air on your core makes your back arch, and he licks his lips at the sight of your bare body spread out just for him.

“It’s been so long since someone has summoned me, you have no idea just how ravenous I am.” He moves down your body, head coming to a stop right at your exposed pussy. His breath comes out in short puffs, the anticipation of it all nearly driving you crazy.

A soft gasp escapes your lips when he looks up at you from under his dark lashes, beautiful blue eyes flashing a sinister red before his gaze flickers back to your body. Even if you wanted to ask any questions it would be almost impossible, as all thoughts fly out of your head the moment his fingers start to explore your entrance. He works in teasing movements, although everything about this incubus is teasing, with his fingers expertly dipping in and out of your core. When his tongue first meets your center you nearly cry out, biting your lip so hard that you draw blood. If it weren’t for his strong arm trapping your hips to the mattress, you’re sure that you would have writhed off of the makeshift bed by now. His tongue is slow and calculated, the stubble on his face burning your thighs deliciously as he licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

If he hadn’t told you he was a magical being, the use of his hands and tongue surely would have clued you in. His fingers pump in and out of you, the long digits hitting the spot inside of you that you can never reach while his tongue traces shapes along your clit. Every moan that he makes when he tastes you has you moaning loudly, biting your lip doing nothing to stop the sounds of pleasure now.

“Oh god, oh god, yes, please let me cum!” You cry out, face hot as he continues to drink from your center.

“Duncan,” he says suddenly, making your brows furrow as your chest heaves. “While I love to hear you blaspheme while I bring you to the edge, I would prefer to have you praising my name instead.”

You want to reply with something witty, maybe pointing out how ‘Duncan’ is the opposite of what you would expect for the name of a demon, but Duncan doesn’t give you the time. Maybe he knows what you’re planning on saying before your mind has even fully strung the sentence together, or maybe he’s tired of your fire when he’s trying to bed you. Nevertheless, he curls his fingers inside of you at the exact moment he takes your swollen clit in his mouth and sucks on the bud. You cum in a matter of seconds, the only thing in focus as you fall off the edge being Duncan’s bright red eyes.

He gives you barely a moment to recover, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you as you shake from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You’re panting, fingers wiggling as you try once more to get out of your invisible bonds so that you can grab his wrist and plead with him to stop. Even digging the heels of your bare feet roughly into his back doesn’t stop him, the pain causing him to moan against your heat and intensify the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

“Dun-Duncan please, it’s too much,” you gasp out, finally figuring out how to speak again. Duncan ‘tsk’s, curls bouncing as he shakes his head.

“See, now that’s a blatant lie, and do you know how I know?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, “because, no matter how much you plead with me, you just continue to get even wetter on my fingers.”

He bites you clit in a gesture of finality, making you scream as your second orgasm of the night washes over you. Your body locks up, thighs shaking as the overwhelming pleasure has its way with you. Duncan refuses to move his face away from your pussy, lapping up every drop of arousal that spills out of you until you’re absolutely spent.

He crawls up your body, surging down to claim your lips with his. You moan out at the taste of yourself on his lips, the filthy gesture only serving to arouse you even more. Even his kisses are better than any you’ve ever had before, the searing pressure of his lips practically screaming his expertise. Duncan bites your bottom lip before removing himself from you, sitting up and pulling his expensive-looking black shirt off of his body. His lean muscles ripple as he undoes his belt and kicks his pants and underwear off in one smooth movement.

“Oh come on, there’s no way that’s real!” You exclaim, eyes wide as you not-so-subtly stare at his length. And goodness, is it a length.

You figured that he would be well-endowed solely based on how his hips rolled into yours at the beginning of this situation, but this is absolutely beyond anything you could have imagined. You’ve never been good at measurements, but his cock is at least a few inches longer than anyone’s that you’ve ever been with. Of course, a sex demon would have to have the best cock you’ve ever seen in your entire life, but you didn’t know it would be so ridiculously sized.

“You don’t have to pretend that you’re not impressed,” Duncan says cockily, settling back down on the bed.

“Fuck off.” He’s hovering over you in a flash, teeth bared in a feral grin.

“We both know that’s not what you want, so I suggest you keep your oh-so-epigrammatic comments to yourself.” Any comeback you may have had is erased when the fat head of his cock brushes against your clit as he lines himself up with your entrance.

Duncan’s hands grip your hips tight enough to leave bruises, which is the least of your concerns right now. He eases himself in, pushing slowly before stopping and adjusting. You’re not sure who the breaks benefit more; you or him. Your walls pulse around his length as you become comfortable with the foreign presence, and he breathes deeply while trying to not cum in your tight heat before he’s even started fucking you.

“Such a good girl, taking my thick cock so well,” Duncan praises, while also managing to slip in a compliment to himself.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as he stretches you to the point where it feels like you’re going to split in two. Still, he doesn’t stop, continuing to push himself in until he can go no further, hitting a spot that has you automatically moaning loudly. Your hips wriggle against his as the tears spill over your waterline, fingers flexing desperately as you try anything to ground yourself. Suddenly, your hands are free, and they immediately fly to Duncan’s hair. Your fingers card through the messy brown curls, stroking his horns and causing him to throw his head back and let out a guttural moan.

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun fucking ruining you.”

Duncan pulls out before thrusting roughly back in, making you cry out as his hand clasps your throat and places pressure on your windpipe. You stare up at him in awe as he starts a punishing rhythm, withholding air from you for a few seconds, only letting up and allowing you to suck in a few harsh breaths before squeezing again. The sounds that he makes as your tight pussy clenches around him, growls and grunts and groans, are downright demonic, and some part of your brain that’s not absolutely taken over by the pleasure you’re feeling reminds you that he is downright demonic.

“Your resistance earlier was cute, I must admit,” Duncan says through clenched teeth, “but it was all a facade, wasn’t it? You wanted this all along, wanted to be put in your place and destroyed by a monster such as myself.”

“Yes-yes-yes!” you chant mindlessly, throwing your head back against the mattress as your hips rock in time with his.

“Mmm, my sweet little whore, all mine. You know you’ll never be able to have sex again without thinking of me. I’ll have marked you, made it impossible for you to reach that peak unless it’s with me. Isn’t that right, whore?” You don’t answer, and Duncan roughly bites the swell of your breast to capture your attention. “I said, isn’t that right, whore?”

“Yes Duncan, nobody else can-mhm!-” you cry out when his hips swivel and hit a new angle, “nobody else can fuck me like you.”

“That’s my good girl,” he laves over the bite mark on your skin with his tongue, taking your nipple into his mouth and pulling.

Duncan changes position again, moving your knees to your chest so he can go as deep as possible. Your hair is stuck to your face, the lewd sounds of skin on skin and erotic moans that would make a porn star envious filling the room. His chest rumbles with a deep growl as you cry out, stammering over and over again that you’re going to cum.

“Cum for me then, cum for me like the obedient whore you are. Show me that you’re worthy of my seed, and maybe then I’ll finish inside of you.” The thought absolutely delights you, and the dirty talk easily pushes you over the edge for the third time in an hour.

Your entire body tenses once more, muscles clenching painfully as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced tears through you. It’s overwhelming, and you’re pretty sure that you black out for a moment, because the next thing you feel is Duncan releasing inside of you. He wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you close to him as his cock twitches inside of you and his seed paints your still-contracting walls. You almost forgot about the fact that he was going to drain some of your life force until his lips lock onto yours, kissing you to claim what's his. He was right; the distraction of your orgasm makes sure that you hardly notice the odd feeling of the life being drained out of you.

Duncan stops when your orgasm does, releasing you from his hold and letting you fall back against the mattress. You’re already almost asleep, looking at him with half-lidded eyes that you struggle to keep open as he slides out of you, his cum pooling between your thighs and onto the bedding. He lays on top of you, gentle not to crush you with his weight as you both try to catch your breathing.

“So that’s it, then? It’s done?” It’s difficult to get out your words through the yawn that rips from your chest, but you manage.

“Yes, but there’s one more thing about incubi that you should know.” Duncan looks into your eyes, smirking with the information that he holds. “If we find someone we like, we don’t easily let them go. And you, my little human, are the best I’ve had in centuries?”

“You promised,” you whine, eyes closing against your will as your body gives into sleep.

“You should know to never trust a demon, (Y/N), but that’s a conversation for another time. Sleep well, little one; I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

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pangtasias-atelier · 5 years ago

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I’d like to request a dabble of Hinata getting buff. Mainly in the arms and pecs. Hinata enjoys it at first, fighting and Hilton ladies. but he, Takumi, and mCorrin try to figure out how to stop it once he continues to grow, his growing giant pecs threatens to cover both Hoshido and Nohr under them. His clothes still intact while trying to be optimistic. Takumi and Corrin may grow as well if you’d like

The first of the last nine requests! It feels weird counting down from nine rather then ten lol. But oh well.

I’m really happy with how this one came out ajsjsdn The 2k words that this is went by decently fast despite me getting distracted for like a total of an hour on this. And I changed it a bit from the outline I posted to make it a more to what you asked for. And a bit less crack I feel?

This size is so far the furthest I’m willing to write muscle growith. Aka, room sized. (That’s how I am with weight gain too though. *it’s equality .gif*)

Admittedly, I am sad that this is the request that came out super long. Not cause I didn’t enjoy it, I had fun writing this, but because I know the notes will be pretty low since it’s muscle growth...

But, regardless, I hope you enjoy it and thank you for your patience!

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“Hey~” Inching his way closer, Hinata stands beside the unsuspecting retainer.

Her intense gaze concentrating on the lithe spear master, her eyes roam and caress each jab he throws at his opponent. The spear fighter so intently focused, his thin shirt is lightly soaked in sweat, the fabric clinging to his collarbone. The current round the semifinals, his current opponent is a basara, his club missing each and every swing.

A shadow looming over her, her eyes widen at the behemoth of a man standing beside her.

“Hey, there,” Hinata flashes his traditional show-winning grin at her. “I couldn’t help but notice-”

“We have a winner!” The announcer shouts, the area filled with cheers and boos alike. “Our young Moro advances on to the finals, will he survive another round and claim victory in his first ever tournament, or will he…”

Hinata ignores the rest of the announcer’s drawn out spheal, the flowery nonsense unimportant to him. His current prospective date continues staring out at the arena, both fights congratulating each other, her face furrowed, she faces away from Hinata. Her posture straight, she clasps her hands in front of her.

Hinata clears his throat. His tournament uniform’s sleeve audibly tears from his bicep, Hinata hiding his grin. “As I was saying, I think-”

“Takumi,” Voice direct and commanding as ever, Hinata stands up straight.

“Yes, Lord Takumi!” Having to crane his neck down, Hinata can barely see his lord over his own chest.

“From one retainer to another, I don’t wish to interrupt a conversation with your lord, goodbye,” Bowing to Takumi, she scurries off in the direction of Moro.

Hinata grumbles to himself. Frowning, he immediately wipes it off his face as he spots Takumi’s frown.

“You’re enjoying yourself,” Placing a hand to his hip, Takumi rests his weight on his opposite foot. Tapping his foot, he looks up at Hinata. “I thought we were supposed to find a way to end this,” Gesturing towards Hinata, Takumi shakes his head.

“I’m no good at that magic stuff,” Some of his fans passing by, Hinata gets down on one knee and brings both of his fists down together in a circle. Flexing, he grins and looks directly at them. Takumi scoffs as they giggle and rush off, clearly enamored but embarrassed at the bold displays of Hinata. “I thought you and Corrin were on the case,”

“We are,” Takumi grits his teeth. “But-”

“Hinata!” His elder brother interrupting, Corrin tackles Hinata. Hinata at the ready, he easily catches Corrin. Embracing him in a crushing hug, he spins him around; Corrin’s hands and face cling to Hinata’s meaty pecs, each alone larger than Corrin’s head. Hinata lets him down after a couple spins, Corrin eagerly laughing. “We haven’t been able to find a cure,” Corrin crouches down, picking at Hinata’s cotton pants. His thighs caressed by the fabric, the pair had been made by Oboro a week ago. A hand smacking the back of his head, Corrin jumps up. “Yet. I’m still working on it,”

“Well, it has been a month since this growth started, but I’m counting on you two,” His response half-hearted, Hinata offers a thumbs up to the two royals. The growth spurt coming out of nowhere, the growth had been labeled a curse by the royal healers and mages, none finding a cure to reverse it. No cure, Takumi had taken up to finding a cure for his retainer, Takumi forcing Corrin along for the ride.

Takumi shakes his hand, glaring at Corrin. “Your head would be as hard as metal with how dense you are,” Takumi catches the announcer speaking up once more. The finals starting, Takumi pushes Hinata. “Enjoy this while it lasts, you better not lose and make me look bad,”

“I wouldn’t ever dream it, lord Takumi!”

“Good luck! Not that you’ll need it,” Corrin cheers, jumping up and down.

Takumi tosses Corrin a glance, briefly considering tripping him. Ryoma obviously going to lecture the two of them for such a display in public, Takumi grumbles, returning to his private seat, Corrin following him.

The two seated, Corrin eagerly watches with baited breath, his hands digging into his knees as he leans out of his chair. Takumi sitting back in his chair, his legs are crossed. Takumi rests his head in his palm.

Hinata towering over his opponent, his massive jugs for pecs light dig into his chin, his pecs a testament to his monstrous, powerful size. His biceps larger than any human’s head, the pack of muscles lining his beefy arms seem reminiscent of balls more than anything, so much muscle densely packed and condensed. His broad shoulders widened to accommodate such a high amount of mass, his wingspan is exaggerated, Hinata wide. His powerful backside carved and jagged like a mountain, his shoulder blades jut out. His torso half covered by his gigantic chest, the other half is lined with bulging abs, his sides filled with riblets as well. His thighs not spared as well, each one alone is wider than any axe wielder's chest. Each spectacularly wide, they exaggeratedly stick out, Hinata a caricature of an hourglass figure. So packed and caked with muscle, Corrin had even begun helping Hinata out with magic to help lessen the chafing of his thighs alongside helping the massive pendulous weight of his chest. His ass enjoying his recent spurt of growth as well, they spread his pants in the opposite ends, a perfectly spherical bubble butt jutting out. His ass and back plus his thighs and chest help contribute to Hinata’s S shape for a body with his muscular torso still nipped.

Moro standing opposite of Hinata, his own trim form seems laughable to Hinata’s, the tournament a slaughter in the wake of Hinata. Moro simply readies his wooden naginata, pointing it towards Hinata as he readies his stance.

Hinata’s wooden katana is nothing but a toy at his size, the sword comparable to that of a twig in his hands. The round starting, Hinata takes a swing. His bulging arm heavy, the powerful yet slow swing easily misses the quick Moro. Moro jabs his naginata in Hinata’s torso, the wood not felt by Hinata. Grinning Hinata stomps the floor. So much muscle packed in his frame, his staggering weight causes the ground to shake. Moro losing his footing, Hinata takes a swing at him.

The wooden katana connecting, the single swing is all Hinata needs, his staggering strength knocking Moro to the edge of the arena, his back colliding against the wall. Taking a shaky breath, Moro curses under his breath before collapsing.

“Hah! I win again!” Dropping his sword, Hinata faces the cheering crowd. Raising both arms, Hinata begins flexing, performing various poses. Hinata doesn’t notice both Takumi and Corrin, too busy basking in the attention of his sheer size.

Corrin on the edge of his seat, he claps his hands as his eyes never once leave Hinata’s body. A hand digging into his collar, Corrin stands up as Takumi tugs at him. Following Takumi, Corrin continues to keep his eyes on Hinata until Takumi drags him into a wall, Corrin rubbing his face.

“We’re going to search some more,” Takumi forcing Corrin in front, he glares at him. Offering a glance at Hinata, Takumi merely furrows his brow at Corrin.

Takumi and Corrin sticking to their research, their extensive time spent ends up fruitless, neither of them discovering even an inkling of a trail as to what could be causing Hinata to grow. More days passing by, both of them continue with no lead, the rest of the palace staff puzzled.

Corrin in his room, he closes the spell book. The book the very reason for Hinata’s growth, Corrin places it in his nightstand. A secret compartment known only to him, the extra slot is perfect. Takumi searching Corrin’s room in his suspicions of his brother making his retainer grow had thankfully left Takumi empty handed and Corrin with an apology. The book also containing the spell to end Hinata’s spell and return him to his normal size, along with a multitude of other spells Corrin dreamed of trying on the other men, Hinata’s current issue could’ve been solved long ago. Humming to himself, Corrin bounces to Hinata’s room, hurriedly making his way. Hands behind his back, his fangs glisten with his smile. The route to Hinata’s room memorized, Corrin easily finds his way, entering without knocking. His grin widens as he spots Hinata. Hinata once taking his growth in stride, his ever increasing size had diminished some of his initial cheer. Powerful arms and chest soon became nothing more than a trophy. So much muscle densely packed in Hinata’s frame, even his growing height was unable to fully prevent Hinata’s size from becoming useless. Resting on his bed, the mattress serves no purpose, the mattress just for show. His back against the wall, Hinata’s head still surpasses Takumi’s and Corrin’s height, both of them standing to Hinata’s sitting. His chest absolutely massive, each single pec is larger than the average sized Hoshidan. So much weight on his back, Takumi had devised a pulley system for Hinata’s chest. Far too big for clothes, a pulley connected to the ceiling holds up Hinata’s chests, the monumental pecs otherwise digging into his thighs. Instead, they dig into Hinata’s chiseled chin, his face partially obstructed. His arms lay uselessly to the side of Hinata, both of them unable to move with so much muscle rubbing up against each other. His legs longer than the mattress, his legs rest partially on the floor, Hinata barely able to move them as well. Corrin making Hinata’s clothes grow as well, dressing the immoble muscle man was difficult but enjoyable work. His pants no longer baggy, they dig into his thighs and ass, Hinata’s thighs wider than his mattress. The once roomy purple fabric instead offers no space, Hinata’s chest even stretching the fabric just near the ripping point, perfect for Corrin’s pleasure. Hinata’s abs are hidden, Corrin often taking a peak and lifting Hinata’s clothes. Hinata’s biceps are as exposed as ever.

Takumi announcing Corrin’s presence, Hinata smiles. Instinctively raising his arm to wave, he grunts as he tries to lift it. Veins bulging, Hinata;s grunt remains just so, his arm not moving. “Hey Corrin,” Hinata greets, his eyes staring at his chest, unable to stare at anything else anymore. “Did you find a cure yet?” Chipper attitude maintained, even that facade is breaking, Hinata’s voice higher than usual.

Corrin shakes his head, feigning a sigh. “Not yet, I just wanted to check on you,” Carefully stepping past, Hinata’s legs, Corrin takes his usual spot on Hinata’s lap. Facing Hinata’s torso, Corrin rests his head against Hinata’s mounds for pecs. Arms lazing beside him, he lifts them up, feeling up Hinata’s pecs and biceps. Hinata immobile from so much muscle and with only Takumi and himself visiting him, Hinata is effectively his own huge muscular toy.

“Then you should be searching some more instead of doing whatever it is you’re doing,” Takumi seated at the desk, the lone piece of furniture in the room besides Hinata’s mattress, he scours his stack of books he brought from the palace’s library. Sighing, he closes his book, the last of his stack proving useless.

“I’m sure we'll find a cure soon,” Hinata reasons, letting out little huffs of air as Corrin continues his rubbing.

“We better,” Takumi stands up from his seat. Making his way to Hinata, he rests against Hinata’s side, draping Hinata’s bulging arm around him. “At the very least, each spell has its limit,no magic is potent enough to go much longer. Soon, the effects will end and then we won’t have to worry about you getting bigger,” Takumi closes his eyes, sleep taking him.

Corrin hides his grin, Takumi unaware of just how potent his draconic magic is. And of just how far he’s willing to make Hinata grow.

#My writing #buff emblem #buff!hinata #male muscle growth #muscle fiction #immobility

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stardust-and-blades · 5 years ago

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Winter Kiss

Yoooo klance drabble I finished on my insta :3

Summary: Lance, a fire fey, sneaks into winter fey territory out of curiosity to see if the gruesome legends are true. Little does he know he will meet a beautiful boy with a sharp tongue and a warm heart.

Pairings: Keith/Lance Fandom: Voltron

He was starlight against the fog of evening.

Lance is not one to venture beyond the summer court territories, one to bathe in the sun’s rays than to slip through the icy terrain separating warmth and cold.

They were at war. Fire fey had a sunset sea glass towering over the border between territory, a blistering beacon of defiance against their foes. A fragile looking wall containing the strength of the Gods, awaiting the other half to challenge it. To break it. To unleash a different form of war.

Little did the fire fey know was their very own approaching the wall, using their craft to exit as much as he can enter. Winter may not be able to approach, but summer can manipulate as they please.

As he crawled through the opening, as the heat pouring from his skin filled into a lukewarm feeling, he carefully settled his foot on snow. He nearly jumped ten feet in the air with how cold it was. What little winter they had (which was not much) was never this intense. Lance has not even felt snow before, which was one of the few reasons he crossed the barrier.

Allura used to tell him horror stories of the winter fey. Of their conquests and deceit. Their eerie gaze that can freeze you in place. The fangs protruding from their lips, ice daggers waiting to sink into the only warmth they desired: blood.

But there was one story that really stood out to Lance. One she did not speak often. But after a trial of a prisoner taking place years back when she was entering her late teens, her black and white tales molted into grey. She spoke of secret marriages. Of children born of winter and summer. Of a resistance group looking to join the territories rather than destroy one another. And while she had to shush herself upon sensing more than the ears she intended to whisper to, she made sure Lance listened carefully. Openly. To not be like the others.

Hence him passing the wall.

And maybe because he saw someone peering in from the outside, the only sign if it being fey was the dark hair sprinkled with snowflakes passing through the bushes.

Lance was going to find out who the fey was.

Maybe see if the tales about them are true.

Or if allura was right in the winter fey not being complete monsters.

So he set off. He followed tracks in the snow, the glistening white trees diamonds in the sun.

As he made his way to a clearing, he noted how the soft crunch of his shoes turned to shattered glass. Lance looked down to see the change, and noticed how he had set foot on a frozen lake.

And on top of the lake was a dancing boy.

The same boy with the dark hair, who hadn’t noticed Lance before Lance took another step on the fragile water.

He was beautiful. He glided on the surface with such ease, Lance questioned if he was a water nymph. His ears were long and pointed, decorated in fine crystals the shape of tears. He had stripped away his coat, the fur thrown to the side in order for him to freely skate with his black pants and white shirt. His skates, sharp as the newly forged blades by the fire blacksmiths. Except when they strike they did not exhume ash, but rather puffs of frost.

Summer and winter.

Fire and ice.

Ash and frost.

Hot and cold.

They were the opposites of the same coin. Destined to hate each other, proclaimed to be forever enemies.

If that was the case, then why did Lance feel no animosity? Why did he want to take a chance and introduce himself?

Why did he want to be dancing next to his sworn enemy?

Maybe it was because he was vulnerable in such state, completely unaware of Lance’s presence. Maybe it was because of Allura’s intriguing stories, sparking curiosity rather than resentment.

Maybe it was because he wanted to be part of the tale that defied all odds. Believed in peace rather than conflict.

But he is 100% sure it wasn’t because of the knife rapidly flying towards his head.

Lance screamed and ducked, the knife imbedding itself in tree bark.

He whirled around to the winter male. He stopped his dancing, his feet in a stance prepped for battle. He had two daggers in his palms, no doubt he held more somewhere on his body for easy access.

He narrowed his violet eyes, an arm arching back to chuck a dagger when Lance placed his hands in the air.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH, I’m not here to fight!”

“You have five seconds to explain why you were watching me before this knife meets its mark.” The boy said, ice gathering at the tips of the blade, elongating it’s already sinister edge.

“Um...”

“Five, four—“

“Hey give me a moment to gather my senses—“

“Three, two—“

“I was distracted by how pretty you were dancing oKAY?” Lance screamed.

The boy stopped counting.

“What?”

Lance threw his hands up. “I was curious. I crossed the barrier to check out this winter wonderland to see if it really was the scary, cold dungeon my side makes it out to be. I was thinking ‘hey lets take a look and maybe there are some softies or some cute animals’, not get a KNIFE to my HEAD”

He blinked, slowly lowering his arms. “You...wanted to see animals.”

“That’s what you took away from the response?”

He paused, looking over Lance. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

Lance sighed and lowered his arms halfway, his sun-kissed jacket flapped partially open as he kept his stance unguarded.

“You can search me. I have no weapons.”

“If I approach you so candidly you could stab me when I least expect it.”

“WOW, paranoid much?”

“I’m cautious.”

Lance snorted, his fear over the winter fey withering away. “Okay, Mr. paranoia. How should I prove myself to you?”

The boy pursed his lips, eyes traveling from the top of his head, down the front of his bright clothing, and back up again. Violets met azure, and if not for his keen hearing, Lance would have drowned from the beauty of the orbs that rivaled the dusk.

“Strip.”

Lance’s mind came to a screeching halt.

“What?”

The boy waved his blade towards him, nonchalant. “Take off the layers. It’s the only way I can be sure you don’t have an alternative motive.”

“I am NOT getting naked for you.”

He cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m not saying to get naked.”

“You just told me to strip.”

“Yes, but—“ he stopped, tossing what he said in his head until it dawned on him. Blush creeped on his pale cheeks.

“O-oh. I-I meant your top layers. Your jacket and anything that would hide what is apparent.”

“So not fully naked.”

The blush increased. “No.”

A cocky grin made it to Lance’s face. “You know if you want to see me in all my sunny glory you could just—“

The boy threw a warning knife, grazing Lance’s ear. Lance instantly shut up, having a deep feeling if he kept talking at least one of his arms would be pinned to the tree.

He unfurled his vest and coat. They were like lava against the white snow, bleeding to touch and burn everything in its wake. Crisp leaves amidst autumn; the blessing of the sun as it dips into the ether at the end of the day.

The clothes may be off, but Lance radiated the same essence the clothing did, his skin glistening despite the cold. If the boy was effected, he didn’t show it. He walked up to Lance cautiously, padding what’s left of his outfit (pants and a thin tunic). He made sure to avoid Lance’s gaze, poking and prodding but did not have an ounce of harshness in his touch. He was almost...gentle. As if Lance were a deer he was going to scare away if he wasn’t careful.

When he was deemed in the clear, the boy took a couple of steps back to allow Lance to put on his clothes.

“So since I did a strip tense,” lance joked. “I think you owe me your name in return.”

He hesitated, but after checking Lance, he doubted he could do any real harm besides embarrassing him.

“My name is Keith.”

“Wait,” Lance said, going still. “Keith. As in, the same Keith who is the knight of the winter palace?”

The legendary knight. The same one who had taken down dozens upon dozens of Lance’s kind, as well as his own when faced with betrayal. Rumors scoured the lands of Keith being so good at his job, the victim’s bodies couldn’t be found.

And yet here was Lance, literally looking him dead in the eye and somehow still breathing.

Lance expected him to do a 180 and kill him then and there, forever silencing the fire fey that managed to sneak across the barrier and find the knight of nightmares. He imagined a blade making a home in his vitals, his blood drenching the canvas beneath him in crimson rivers.

But rather than turn Lance into a decoration in the forest, Keith shuddered and inched away, as if Lance were the dangerous one.

“I...am Keith here. Just Keith. Nothing more.” He said, his voice a hush in the chill of the air. “Nothing less.”

“Just...keith.”

“Yes.”

“Then...you’re not going to gut me and dispose of me in one of these deep lakes.” Lance joked, trying to ease the tension. To slow his heartbeat into a natural hum, rather than the adrenaline spiking through his veins.

Regrettable choice of words. Keith cringed, indigo irises becoming shattered glass as he took in the meaning. Without speaking, he gathered his jacket and cloak and began to retreat. Lance’s heart withered. He didn’t know Keith well, but there was something about him shutting down from the mention of his misdeeds that tugged at Lance’s heartstrings.

That made him reach out, his fingers stretched to capture his shoulder. To cross the frozen lake, its glistening blanket cracking under his weight.

His foot went through the surface, cold nipping at his limbs as he plunged into the water.

All he could recall was his mouth and nose being flooded and his body tensing up from the sheer amount of cold.

The next moment, he saw a flash of light and a large, blurred figure grabbing him by the scruff of his collar.

He was yanked up, lovely oxygen making its way to his lungs and biting wind chomped on the apples of his cheeks to replace the slew of water. He was used to the sea of summer, not this bone chilled one leaving his lips blue and chapped.

“Are you alright?” Keith asked. He was knelt in front of Lance, a hand to his back and Lance coughed out the remainder of the lake.

“Yikes that’s cold,” lance commented. “My hair and wings are going to freeze over.”

His wings weren’t visible yet, but he could feel the ache settling on his back. If they were, they would most likely be turned to fragile crystals.

“Here, use this.” Keith said. He reached beside him and pulled out a white cloak, the fur lined the hood and the edges. It was plain, but in the light it shone with a thousand gems. Keith shook it out and wrapped it around Lance’s shoulders, the snow on it melting away as it touched his skin.

“Winter court clothes are imbued with their own magic to keep the wearers warm.” He tied the hood over lance, weaving a neat bow. When he looked at Lance again, their faces a mere few inches away from another, pink dusted his face. Even Keith seemed to have the same reaction, his hands stilling and his eyes unable to look away.

That was, until something wet licked his cheek.

“Kosmo!” Keith admonished. Lance turned to see a wolf beside him, twin melted coppers staring at the fire faery with his tongue lolled out. He was twice Lance’s size, yet posed no threat based on his white tail wagging.

“Sorry, he gets excited about newcomers.” Keith said, rubbing one of Kosmo’s ears. “He’s the one who pulled you out of the lake.”

Lance smiled, scratching Kosmo’s other ear. He leaned his head towards him, enjoying the attention. He licked Lance again, the boy laughing from the irony of an intimidating wolf being nothing but a pup.

“Too bad for you,” Lance joked. “I expected a knight in shining armor to save me, but looks like an adorable wolf beat you to it.”

“I can easily have him eat you.”

“Nah, he likes me more than you.”

“I’m his owner.”

“And I am the handsome stranger who is giving him belly scratches.” Lance stated, Kosmo officially on his back as Lance scratched his stomach. “I win.”

Keith shook his head, his lips quirked in amusement. “Whatever you say, Phoenix boy. I thought you could swim like all the others by the ocean.”

Lance puffed up his cheeks. “I CAN swim, thank you.”

“Not based on earlier.”

“Oh?” Lance raised an eyebrow, an idea popping in his head. “Is that a challenge I smell?”

Keith chuckled. “I don’t—“

He stopped, his ears twitching. Lance wondered what made him go quiet. He opened his mouth, but keith raised a hand, silencing him and put a finger to his lips. Kosmo stopped relaxing, the wolf rolling onto his paws and hunched over, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Keith kept his tone to a whisper. “I’m sorry, but you need to leave. Now.”

Lance frowned. “Why?”

“Because when you crossed the barrier you let out a silent alarm.”

Lance squawked. “And you didn’t bother to tell me until NOW? I could be dead in five minutes!”

“Not if we teleport.” Keith said, grabbing Kosmo by his scruff and hopping on top of the wolf. It didn’t bother him, and he went so far as to bend down to Lance’s level for him to join Keith.

Lance hesitated. He doesn’t know this keith well. He may be nice, but for all he knew he could be setting up a facade and internally planned to transport them to the palace. To execute him right there for trespassing, sticking his head on a pike to ward off any future fire fey from crossing the barrier.

But as Keith held a hand to him, as Kosmo nudged his hip for him to follow suit, and as those violets penetrated his wards, he succumbed to the winter faery’s song.

When he took Keith’s hand, he could not help but noticed the warmth he held in those palms. He assumed they would be unbreakable ice. But really they matched the inner workings of the cloak draped over his shoulders.

There was a flash of light, and the next moment they were in front of the pane of sunset, Lance’s home beaconing for him to return. To strip away the cloak and dive into the beach waters filled with seashells that challenged the stars in beauty. To the motherly ocean, where it can caress you in times of crisis or unleash its wrath to drown its victims for the harming of its children.

Lance’s questions were answered. It’s time for him to go home.

Lance jumped off of Kosmo and was about to cross to his territory when a thought hit him.

He turned back to Keith, the boy scanning the area for prying eyes.

Lance wasn’t able to talk to him much. Wasn’t able to truly get to know him. To find out why Keith acted off when Lance mentioned his knight status.

But they weren’t exactly close to know each other’s secrets. So he came up with an excuse.

“Um, I’m still dripping from my plunge earlier,” lance started. “Would you mind if I borrowed your cloak for a little longer?”

“Huh? Oh, no you can keep it.”

“But it’s yours.”

“And you’re shivering like a leaf. Keep it, I have others.” He shrugged.

Lance groaned. “I can’t keep this, the court may think I stole it from you. If I’m anything, a thief isn’t one of them.”

Keith shook his head. “It’s not stealing if I give it to you.”

“It is in my eyes. Besides, you owe me for almost stabbing me. So all I ask is you meet up with me tomorrow so I can return it.” A knowing grin split his mouth. “Unless you’re scared of the big bad summer territory.”

Keith’s eye twitched. He bored his gaze into Lance, Lance feeling the hole going through his skull with how intense he was. If he ended up as a frozen statue, he couldn’t say he didn’t expect it.

But instead Keith sighed, heaved himself off Kosmo, and stood in front of Lance.

Sure enough, the cloak was the only thing preventing him from shivering up a storm and getting sick. His hair was sticking up with ice, his clothes damp, and his arms hugging himself. Yes they weren’t far off from Lance’s home, but the thought of just taking the material and flinging him back into the wild left Keith unsettled.

“Fine, but there is only one safe way for you to re-enter without setting off the alarm.”

Lance cocked his head. “What is it?”

“This.”

Keith stepped closer to Lance, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him down. His hands moved from his shoulders to the sides of Lance’s head, kissing him atop the brow between his bewildered eyes. A cool sensation coursed through his crown, a frosted star embezzle right where the kiss was before it thawed away.

“A kiss from the winter court is an invitation for you to enter the grounds. Think of me as you pass through, and I will be here.”

“Um...I—what just...what—“ Lance’s face burned, and he knew it wasn’t because of the cloak.

Keith smirked and with one last wave of his hand, he disappeared with Kosmo.

When Lance got home, he screamed in a pillow.

#shania writes #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #VLD #voltron #fey au #fire fey lance #winter fey keith #yall thought keith would be fire but nOPE FOOL YA

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24stiles920 · 6 years ago

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Insatiable

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing, violence, character death, nonconsensual touching,

Words: 6635

A/N: I always ball like a little baby when watching this episode. Please reblog so that others can enjoy my content. Until next time. Xx.

Masterlist located in bio!

3RD Person

A bright light shined into Stiles’ eye, moving side-to-side as Melissa checked to see if his pupils were dilating correctly. Stiles pensively stared at the ceiling over Scott’s bed as she clicked the power button on the penlight and set it down on the bedside table. Hearing Melissa’s shaky exhale, Stiles looked at her to see if anything was wrong.

He tapped his fingers anxiously against his stomach as Melissa looked at him with worried eyes. She reached up and paused, hesitating to take his pulse. Stiles pressed his lips together in understanding and raised his wrist, offering it to his best friend’s mother.

The exam was tedious, but unfortunately necessary. Stiles just wanted to get it all over with—the exam and confronting the Oni. He wanted to see if he was the one controlling his body and not the Nogitsune. The quicker it was done, the sooner they could start looking for Y/N.

Melissa took Stiles’ wrist and checked his pulse, glancing at her wristwatch at the same time. After a minute, she carefully released Stiles’ wrist and set it back on his stomach.

“Well,” she said quietly. “Medically, you seem okay. You’re definitely a real person.”

“Okay, so I’m real, but am I really me?” Stiles asked softly, glancing at Melissa and nervously exhaling through his nose.

Scott and Lydia walked into Scott’s bedroom then, causing Stiles to sit up. He looked at them expectantly.

“Is she here?” He asked them.

Scott nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Stiles said determinately. “Let’s do this.”

Melissa, Scott, and Lydia all exchanged loaded looks, showing their hesitation. Stiles caught it and shook his head. “Guys, we have to do this.”

Scott reluctantly nodded and walked over to the bed, helping Stiles into a standing position. Too weak to walk on his own, Stiles stumbled downstairs, his arm over Scott’s shoulder and half his weight leaning against the alpha werewolf. Melissa and Lydia followed after them, entering the living room.

Mrs. Yukimura stood at the other side of the living room, staring intently at Stiles, her hands shoved into the pockets of her black trench coat. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Melissa paused, all of them looking apprehensive.

“Do you recognize me, hmm?” Mrs. Yukimura asked Stiles.

Stiles nodded and pulled away from Scott’s grasp. He started forward toward Mrs. Yukimura but paused when the front door opened and slammed shut. Kira ran into the living room, looking frantic.

“Stop!” She begged, looking around worriedly.

“It’s okay,” Stiles assured her, stepping closer. “I’m the one who asked her to come.”

“You’re the one who’s going to get stabbed with swords,” Kira retorted, eyes wide. She looked at her mother. “Mom, don’t do this to him.”

“It’s already done,” Mrs. Yukimura stated, looking behind Stiles and at the figure that appeared from the shadows.

Stiles followed her gaze and saw an Oni standing behind him, looking at him menacingly. Melissa’s gasp alerted him to the fact that another Oni appeared, this time right by his side.

Before Stiles could even move, one of the Oni grabbed him, holding his arms back and making sure that he wouldn’t move. The other Oni stepped forward in front of Stiles and grabbed his ear. Stiles’ breaths were shaky as he looked into the Oni’s lightning-bug eyes.

There was a burning sensation from behind his ear and he felt his knees go weak. He collapsed as the two Oni disappeared back into the shadows.

“Look behind his ear,” Mrs. Yukimura prompted her daughter.

Kira nodded and she, along with Scott, Lydia, and Melissa, rushed to Stiles and knelt on the floor around him. Scott grabbed Stiles’ shoulders and turned him some, checking the pale skin behind his ear.

“It worked,” Scott sighed in relief, studying the dark backward five that represented that Stiles was himself.

“So, I’m actually me?” Stiles asked Mrs. Yukimura, grabbing Scott’s awaiting hand, getting to his feet.

“More you than the Nogitsune,” Mrs. Yukimura confirmed with a slight nod.

Stiles inhaled deeply, a small part of his worries going away. The rest of them stayed at the forefront of his mind. There was the fact that the Nogitsune was still out there, using his body as a vessel and of course the fact that Y/N was with him.

Stiles had seen the Nogitsune’s little fascination with Y/N and he really didn’t like it. It was dangerous for Y/N to be alone with him—who knows what the Nogitsune would do? Stiles was worried about the safety of his soulmate, both physically and mentally.

“Can the Oni find him?” Stiles asked through gritted teeth, a small bit of anger blossoming in his chest.

“Tomorrow night,” Mrs. Yukimura told him, looking out the window. “It’s too close to dawn now.”

Stiles clenched his jaw angrily—that wasn’t good enough. Y/N was out there with the Nogitsune and there wouldn’t be a chance to kill him until the sun set later in the day? There was too much time before then. Anything could’ve happened to Y/N in that amount of time.

“Can they kill him?” Stiles asked, his voice tight with fury.

“It depends on how strong he is.”

“Okay, but what about Y/N?” Lydia spoke up, her eyebrows furrowed. “Why would he take her?”

“He could have taken her for an advantage,” Mrs. Yukimura suggested.

“You mean her powers?” Scott wondered.

Mrs. Yukimura nodded. “The power of a Scryer-banshee.”

Y/N

Another scream erupted the stillness of the air around me, making me wince and look around. The tunnel I was hidden in was dark, damp, and smelt horrible, but it wasn’t those things that made it unbearable. It was the screams that haunted me, echoing through my head.

There were so many of them—calling out for mercy, grunts of pain, final cries before death. It was driving me crazy, making my chest ache sharply and a dull headache begin at my temples. Something horrible had to have taken place in these tunnels—so much death and pain. How else would I be able to hear the voices?

There had to be a reason why the Nogitsune had taken me to the old Internment camp that Mrs. Yukimura used to live in. Maybe he was feeling sentimental about the good old days. Either way, I wasn’t impressed and I was being to get worried.

I sighed and stood up, leaning my head against the damp concrete wall, trying to ignore all the noises around me. To a normal human, I’m sure they wouldn’t hear anything but the slight dripping of water. But I wasn’t normal. Not by a long shot.

“Can you hear them, sweetheart?”

I jumped and turned toward the sound of Stiles’ voice, low and dark and so much different than what he usually sounded like. The Nogitsune stood a couple of feet away from me. His hands were clasped behind his back and his dark eyes were glittering with amusement as he looked down at me, a hint of a grin on his face.

“Louder than usual, isn’t it?” He continued casually, stepping closer to me.

I nodded shakily, gulping as I remembered what he did the last time I had disobeyed him. I could almost feel the sharp sting of the back of his hand against my cheek, even though it had been hours since he had slapped me.

I had been stupid and tried to contact Scott—he caught me and destroyed my phone with a clench of his fist. And then, next thing I knew, my head had snapped to the side from the force of his blow.

“Well, that’s because a lot of bad things happened down here,” The Nogitsune said, looking around with a hint of nostalgia present on his face.

His head abruptly snapped back to me, an unusual look on his face. Before I could even move, he had grabbed the tops of my arms, yanking my body to him.

“Stop,” I protested quietly, biting my lip so hard that I could taste blood.

“Shh,” He cooed, brushing a lock of wayward hair from my face. “You’re going to be a good girl, for me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“Please, stop,” I begged, trying to pull away from me.

“You won’t want me to stop,” He said softly with a hint of menace. “Oh, you’ll want me to keep going. You’ll beg, just like you do with Stiles,” he laughed and smirked at my horrified face. “Like I said, sweetheart, we’re going to have so much fun together.”

The Nogitsune gripped my chin tightly and forced his lips upon mine, almost bruising the soft skin with his intensity. I let out a shriek, the sound muffled against his lips, bringing my hands up and pushing against his chest to try to get him off of me.

It was wrong—it was so wrong to have this monster kissing me. Even if it was Stiles’ body, this was not Stiles. And even if I hadn’t known that it wasn’t Stiles beforehand, I would tell by the way his mouth pressed against mine. He was sadistic with his movements—nipping sharply at my soft skin, forcing me against him, squeezing my arms so tight I was sure there would be bruises in the shape of his hands.

I cried out, tears falling from my eyes as he continued his assault. And that’s when I heard it.

Stiles.

I gasped at the quiet voice that practically whispered my soulmate’s name in my ear. It wasn’t Stiles’ voice, but a different one altogether. The voice was full of sorrow and foreboding and I instantly understood why I was hearing Stiles’ name.

Stiles was dying.

I hadn’t even realized that the Nogitsune had pulled away from me, studying my face with a curious glint in his eyes. “What are the voices telling you?” He asked gruffly.

I bit my swollen bottom lip and looked at him blankly, my thoughts running a hundred miles in my head. Despair crashed over me as I realized that there wasn’t anything I could do—I couldn’t get to Stiles right now and I sure as hell couldn’t keep him from dying.

More tears dripped down my cheeks as I came to a realization: I would never see Stiles again.

“Are they saying that Stiles is dying?” The Nogitsune asked knowingly. “Because he is, you know,” He grinned sadistically. “He’s dying.”

I gritted my teeth and looked at him angrily. “Then what do you need me for?” I spat. “You think I can tell you something?”

The Nogitsune laughed darkly, his eyes glinting furiously. “Oh, I know you can, sweetheart,” he said, a hard edge to his voice. He raised his hand and caressed my bruised cheek with his long index finger.

“I’m not telling you anything,” I snapped, pushing against his chest once more.

To my surprise, he let me go. I turned around frantically and took off running down the tunnel. I could hear the Nogitsune’s loud and cruel laughter and when I looked back, I saw him casually following me.

I sped up and turned a corner, only to stop when I ran into an iron gate. I shook it desperately, trying to make it unlock so I could have some space between me and the Nogitsune. My magic would have been so useful right now—if I still had it.

“You won’t have to tell me anything, sweetheart,” I could feel the Nogitsune’s breath against the back of my neck. “You’ll be screaming.”

3RD Person

Stiles shivered in his black jacket as he and Scott walked through the police station in search of his father. He had wanted to go to his father immediately after being checked by the Oni, not only because he wanted to make sure his father knew he was okay, but because he and Scott had to tell Noah about the fact that the Nogitsune had taken Y/N.

Both of the boys made their way to Noah’s office; his door was open and he was standing by his desk, mumbling about having to find his keys. Stiles smiled slightly, remembering all the times his dad would lose his keys, only to find them in his empty coffee cup.

“In your coffee cup,” Stiles spoke up. At the sound of his son’s voice, Noah quickly turned around, eyes wide. Stiles pointed to the coffee cup at the edge of Noah’s desk. “You always drop them in your empty cup.”

Noah eyed Stiles suspiciously and glanced at Scott. Scott nodded at his best friend’s father in assurance, telling him that the Nogitsune was gone from Stiles’ body. Noah rushed over to Stiles and grabbed him into a tight hug and both of the Stilinski men chuckled as they almost fell over.

“Hey, Dad,” Stiles greeted, patting Noah’s back.

Noah and Stiles separated from their hug and turned to look at Scott, who had walked further into Noah’s office.

“Is it over?” Noah asked the two best friends.

Scott sighed and looked down at the empty coffee cup on Noah’s desk. He reached down and plucked his set of keys from the cup before answering, “Not yet.”

Noah furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Stiles and Scott explained what had been going on all day; about Lydia, Aiden, and Y/N finding Stiles’ body, Scott and Y/N going into Stiles’ mind and exorcising the Nogitsune from him, and how the Nogitsune had taken Y/N and they currently didn’t know where she was.

As they were talking, Noah’s face contorted into an expression that was both pained and angry. He cursed lowly and started toward the door, ready to tell Parrish to get looking for Y/N. As he touched the doorknob, Scott’s phone buzzed with a text message.

“Wait!” Scott said, his eyes widening as he read the message from Lydia. “Maybe you should look for Lydia, too.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles wondered, confused.

“She sent me a text message,” Scott answered, his heart pounding rapidly. “It says, ‘I found Y/N. Don’t look for us.’”

Stiles let out an aggravated sigh. He was concerned for Lydia, but he didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let them know where Y/N was. Why couldn’t she just tell them so they could go and rescue Y/N—that way Lydia didn’t even need to be missing.

Noah left the office to talk to Parrish and only came back after ten minutes.

“We have two APBs out for Lydia and Y/N,” He told his son and Scott. “Every unit on the road is looking for them.”

“Isn’t there anything else that we could do?” Scott wondered nervously.

“At this hour? No, not really,” Noah replied reluctantly.

“He took them for a reason, Dad,” Stiles informed his father. “Look, if we can figure out the why then we’ll figure out the where.”

“Okay,” Noah looked behind him to see if Parrish was listening to their conversation. “What would a Nogitsune need with two Banshees?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles shook his head, clueless. “They’re both pretty good at finding dead bodies and Y/N is a Scryer, too, right? So maybe he needs to find a dead body or have Y/N keep an eye on something…”

Scott cocked his head thoughtfully at Stiles’ suggestion.

“Scott,” Noah said, catching the alpha’s attention. “You know more about this than all of us.”

“Me?” Scott said in disbelief.

“You said you got the whole story from Noshiko,” Noah reminded him.

“Yeah, but that happened during World War II,” Scott said. “Like seventy years ago.”

Stiles pursed his lips thoughtfully as he stared blankly ahead of him. His father’s words reminded him of his time in Eichen House, when he overheard Meredith talking to herself on the phone, something about knowing the whole story.

“Wait,” He said, interrupting Noah and Scott’s conversation. “What did you say?”

“Noshiko told me about the internment camp—”

“No,” Stiles cut off Scott. “Before that. You said the whole story.”

“Yeah,” Scott nodded. “What is it?”

“There’s a girl at Eichen House,” Stiles informed Scott and Noah. “Her name’s Meredith. I think she might be able to help.”

Noah quickly told Parrish to call Eichen House and while the deputy talked to the receptionist of the mental institution, Noah, Scott, and Stiles waited anxiously. A couple of moments later, Parrish walked into the office.

“Sheriff, Meredith Walker,” Parrish informed the group hovering around Noah’s desk.

“She’s still there?” Noah wondered.

“Yeah, but they moved her to the Closed Unit,” Parrish explained.

“Why?”

“They said behavioral issues,” Parrish answered Stiles.

“What issues?” Stiles asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“She wouldn’t stop screaming.”

Scott and Stiles looked at each other, thinking the same thing: this had to be connected.

Stiles gasped heavily as he woke from his nap, standing up from his place on Scott’s couch. His body ached horribly and he stumbled a few steps forward, exhausted. Scott, hearing Stiles from the kitchen, rushed toward his best friend and grabbed his arms, steadying him.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked Stiles urgently.

“What happened?” Stiles asked breathlessly. “How long was I out?”

“Just a couple hours,” Scott answered him. He gestured toward the couch and added, “You should sit down.”

Stiles shook his head and took a deep breath. “Where’s my Dad?”

“He’s at Eichen House, questioning everyone and looking for Meredith,” Scott reminded Stiles. “I promised him I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

“Okay,” Stiles nodded, still gasping for breath. “What about the others?”

“Allison, Isaac, the Twins, and Derek are all looking for Lydia and Y/N,” Scott replied, trying to calm his best friend down.

Stiles shook his head frantically. “It’s starting to feel like we’re waiting for a ransom call,” He admitted shakily. “Scott, what if—”

“We’ll find Y/N and Lydia,” Scott assured Stiles.

Stiles inhaled deeply and shivered, once again freezing. He looked around and grabbed his black jacket, shrugging it on with quick and jerky movements.

“Are you all right?” Scott wondered, looking at Stiles closely.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded as he fixed his jacket collar, his voice shaky from the chills racking his body. “I don’t know why I just can’t seem to get w-warm.”

“Maybe you should sit down and take it easy,” Scott suggested, grabbing Stiles’ hand. Black veins appeared on his hand as he subconsciously took some of Stiles’ pain. He looked at his best friend with wide eyes. “You’re in pain.”

“It’s not that bad,” Stiles told Scott, the lie slipping easily from his tongue. “Just more like a dull ache.”

“Where?”

“Sort of everywhere,” Stiles reluctantly answered.

Scott narrowed his eyes and grabbed Stiles’ hand, gasping at the chilly feel of his skin. Stiles ripped his hand from Scott’s and sat down on the couch, covering his mouth with his hands.

“Dude, you’re freezing,” Scott pointed out. When Stiles didn’t answer, Scott crouched down in front of him, looking at him with serious eyes. “Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt?”

Stiles shook his head, not wanting Scott to worry about him. They needed to project all of their focus on finding Y/N and Lydia…the main goal was to find them.

Scott’s phone vibrated in his pocket before he had the chance to bug Stiles further. He quickly grabbed it and looked at the Caller ID. “It’s Kira,” he told Stiles. Stiles gestured for Scott to take the call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“She’s here. In Coach’s class,” Kira answered. “And you need to get here now too. Like, right now.”

Y/N

“Look who’s here, sweetheart,” The Nogitsune called from behind me, catching my attention.

I turned to see what he was talking about and gasped when I saw Lydia’s tear-streaked face as she was shoved toward me by the Nogitsune.

“Lydia!” I breathed as she pulled me into a tight hug. “Lydia, what are you doing here?”

“I-I just—I knew where you were,” She explained quickly. “And I have a bad, bad feeling, Y/N. Do you feel it too?”

“Yeah,” I nodded gravely, thinking back to all the whispers I’ve been hearing. “Someone is—”

“All right, your reunion is over,” The Nogitsune interrupted me. He ripped Lydia away from me and pushed me back away from the gate that I had been standing by.

“Stop,” Lydia warned him as he jerked the gate open with his supernatural strength and pushed her into the small, circular opening. “Don’t do this!”

“You know, I didn’t really have a need for you, Lydia,” The Nogitsune said conversationally as he locked the gate back up. “But I guess two Banshees are better than one.”

“They’ll find us,” Lydia warned the Nogitsune, grabbing the iron bars of the gate and pressing her face against them. “Our friends are going to find us.”

“You think so?” The Nogitsune asked casually. “I, myself, was kind of wondering what they’re doing right now. What useless lead they’re chasing. I wonder if maybe some of them have bigger problems to deal with right now.”

I bit my lip and turned away from him, slowly making my way down the stairs in front of me. There was another gate down there, leading to a room that was similar to the one that Lydia was being held in. I gripped at the bars of the gate and pushed slightly, groaning in frustration when it didn’t budge.

“Are they really spending every minute looking for you two?” The Nogitsune went on, and I was started to see that he had followed me, sitting at the top of the stairs, looking at me with an amused expression. “Or…are they waiting for nightfall? Focused on some hopeless gesture to pass the time?”

I inhaled deeply and tried not to give into the same thinking that the Nogitsune was talking about. I didn’t know what my friends were doing, but I knew that they were looking for me and Lydia…It wasn’t in their nature to just leave us to die.

“What do you want?” I asked slowly, defeated. I turned around to look at him, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“More,” The Nogitsune said simply as he slowly raised from his seat on the top step.

“More what?” I wondered, eyeing him closely.

“The Trickster stories are all about food, sweetheart,” The Nogitsune started walking down the stairs, one by one, as though trying to taunt me with how slow he was going. “The Coyote, the Raven, the Fox. They’re all hungry.”

He paused for a second and I stared at him, wondering what he was going to say. It couldn’t be good, whatever it was.

“I’m the same,” he continued, stopping a few feet away from me. “I just crave something a little different.”

I closed my eyes and felt tears slipping down my cheeks.

“I eat what you feel,” I could feel the Nogitsune’s hands grip my waist tightly. I stumbled slightly as he pulled me against his body. He glided his nose the length of my jaw and kissed my ear before whispering darkly, “And I’m insatiable.”

3RD Person

Stiles and Scott quickly found Kira and Coach Finstock and the four of them followed the orderly named Brunski, who was the orderly that was in charge of Stiles when he was in Eichen House. They ended up outside of the band room and watched as Brunski threatened Meredith with his taser. They slowly slipped into the room, and as Brunski raised the taser to hit Meredith with it, Coach rushed forward and grabbed the hand that Brunski held the device with.

“This school has a very strict no-bullying policy,” Coach said sternly before shoving the taser into Brunski’s neck.

Brunski grunted in pain and fell to the floor as Scott, Stiles, and Kira rushed over to Meredith. Brunski glared up at them, contorting his lips into a snarl.

“Well?” Coach said expectantly to Scott, Stiles, and Kira. “Get her out of here!”

Stiles reached forward and grabbed Meredith’s arm. He led her out of the music room with Scott and Kira following, leaving Coach alone to deal with Brunski. The four teenagers rushed to Stiles’ Jeep.

“I’ll call you,” Kira promised Scott as he, Stiles, and Meredith entered the Jeep. Scott nodded and Kira took off back to the school.

“Okay,” Stiles said, turning around in his seat to face Meredith. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Who’s Y/N?” Meredith asked, looking very confused.

Scott and Stiles turned to each other, pursing their lips in frustration.

“Let’s just go to my house,” Scott suggested. “We can talk there.”

Stiles nodded and started the Jeep. The ride to Scott’s house was silent and more than awkward. Scott and Stiles didn’t know Meredith at all, and they found her a bit weird if they were being honest.

The group of three got out of the Jeep after Stiles parked in front of Scott’s house, and rushed to the door, quickly entering the kitchen. Scott’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his father and Isaac, who was sitting awkwardly at the kitchen table.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked his father harshly.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Agent McCall replied calmly, looking at the three of them curiously.

“Free period,” Scott said.

“We’re doing group study,” Stiles added.

Agent McCall nodded, clearly not believing them. He pointed at Meredith and asked, “Who’s she?”

Stiles looked back and forth between Meredith and Agent McCall before breathing deeply and wrapping his arm around Meredith’s shoulders. “She’s my girlfriend,” He replied, wincing as he was fully aware that Agent McCall knew he was dating Y/N.

Meredith looked at him, disgruntled. “You’re not my type.”

“Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about,” Stiles sighed in exasperation. Agent McCall looked at him with a deadpan expression. “We should maybe take this upstairs.”

“He’s my type,” Meredith said, glancing at an unassuming Isaac. Everyone turned to Isaac with raised eyebrows.

“Okay,” Stiles scratched his cheek awkwardly. “Isaac, you can come too.”

Meredith shot Isaac a flirty grin as he stood up from his seat. Stiles, Meredith, and Isaac filed from the room and made their way upstairs to Scott’s bedroom. Stiles immediately sat Meredith down at the foot of Scott’s bed and stared at her expectantly.

“You don’t know where Y/N and Lydia are?” Stiles asked skeptically.

“Lydia?” Meredith perked up at the girl’s name. “You mean the red-haired girl.”

“Yes! Yes! Good, progress,” Stiles cheered softly, looking quickly at Isaac before facing Meredith again. “Now, all you got to do is tell us where she and Y/N are.”

“Okay,” Meredith nodded. “If they tell me.”

Stiles pursed his lips in surprise as Isaac raised his eyebrows.

“If they tell you?” Isaac repeated. Meredith nodded slightly. “Can you ask them?”

“I already did,” Meredith admitted with a smile.

“Perfect, perfect,” Stiles said, looking at Meredith curiously. “What did they say?”

“Lydia said…” Meredith paused and both boys leaned in closer. “That they don’t want to be found.”

Stiles sighed softly and tapped his clenched fists together, trying not to get aggravated at Meredith. “That’s good too,” he said. “Okay.”

Stiles looked at Isaac and gestured over to Scott’s bathroom with his head. The werewolf silently followed the human into the bathroom and kept the door open so that they could make sure Meredith didn’t run away.

“Okay, let’s just, rough her up a bit,” Isaac quietly suggested to Stiles.

“No,” Stiles said immediately.

“I’m just saying.”

“Isaac,” Stiles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re not going to torture her.”

“I meant scare her,” Isaac clarified in a whisper.

“We’re not going to psychologically torture her either,” Stiles snapped.

“Fine,” Isaac huffed, looking at Meredith thoughtfully. “Okay, how about this? You said she hears things, right?”

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded.

“Doesn’t that mean she’s like Lydia and Y/N?” Isaac said. “A banshee?”

Stiles tilted his head and shrugged, nodding at Isaac. “It’s worth a shot.”

The two boys wandered back into Scott’s room and stood before Meredith. Stiles crouched down as Isaac bent over, placing his hands on his knees.

“Okay, Meredith, we’re gonna try something,” Stiles said to the girl in front of him. She nodded. “Okay, just try to focus on the sounds around you.”

“On what you’re hearing,” Isaac added.

“Just focus on the silence,” Stiles said sternly.

“Listen to the silence,” Isaac said, staring intently at Meredith.

“Focusing on the silence…” Stiles repeated his earlier words.

“Listening to the—"

“Okay, will you just let me handle this, Isaac? Please,” Stiles interrupted the werewolf, looking annoyed. “I just—I have more experience with banshees.”

Isaac cocked his head and retorted, “Yeah, and mental patients.”

Stiles pressed his lips together and looked at Isaac, sending daggers at the werewolf with his eyes. Before he could say anything, however, Meredith spoke up.

“Is anyone going to get that?” She asked, looking at both boys with narrowed eyes.

“Get what?” Stiles asked hesitantly.

“The phone.”

“What phone?” Stiles wondered, not understanding what Meredith meant.

Isaac perked up in realization and tapped Stiles’ shoulders. “The phone,” he said, while Meredith gestured toward Stiles’ pocket.

Stiles glanced at Meredith, who was still pointing at his pocket with an expectant expression on her face.

“Oh, the phone,” He said, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket. “My phone? Yes,” He put the phone to his ear and kept his eyes on Meredith through his charade. “Hello? Yes, she’s actually sitting right here,” Stiles pulled the phone away from his ear and held it out toward Meredith. “It’s for you.”

Meredith gently took the phone and held it up to her left ear. She listened patiently for a couple of seconds before nodding and handing the phone back to Stiles. Stiles took the phone and stared at Meredith, waiting for an answer.

“They say Coup de foudre,” Meredith told the boys.

“Coup de what?” Stiles tried to reenact her pronunciation. He glanced at Isaac. “Is that Spanish?”

Isaac shook his head, having no idea, and glanced at Meredith.

“French,” Scott’s voice startled Isaac, Stiles, and Meredith. They all turned to see Scott standing in his doorway. “It’s French. Come on, we have to go.”

After dropping Meredith off with Stiles’ dad, Scott called Allison and told her that they knew where Lydia and Y/N were. He asked her to pick up Kira and meet them at the Oak Creek internment camp where Noshiko Yukimura was placed all those years ago. Stiles, Scott, and Isaac left the police station and got into the Jeep. Stiles pressed on the gas and started driving to the camp that was just outside of Beacon Hills.

Scott let out a deep sigh, catching Stiles’ attention. Stiles quickly looked over at his best friend and saw that Scott was staring out the windshield, looking somber and thoughtful.

“Hey, are you okay?” Stiles asked Scott.

“Yeah,” Scott nodded, looking over at Stiles. “Yeah, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“All right, I’m gonna say it,” Isaac spoke up from the backseat. “Stiles, you look like you’re dying.”

Scott looked back at Isaac in disbelief, but Isaac kept speaking.

“You’re pale, thin, and you look like you’re getting worse,” he said unapologetically. “And we’re all sitting here thinking it. When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he’s getting better?”

“What happens if he gets hurt?” Scott added curiously, looking at Stiles for an answer.

“You mean if he dies, do I die?” Stiles said before shrugging. “I don’t care. Just so long as no else dies because of me.”

“Stiles—”

“I remember everything I did, Scott,” Stiles cut Scott off. “I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember stomping on and breaking Y/N’s wrist.”

“It wasn’t you,” Scott objected.

“Yeah, but I remember it,” Stiles countered. He glanced at Scott and then at Isaac before looking back at the road. “You guys gotta promise me. You can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me.”

Scott and Isaac exchanged looks—Scott nodded at Stiles, but he didn’t agree with what his best friend was saying. Stiles was one of the most important people in his life—his brother—and he wasn’t going to let him die.

A few minutes later, Stiles pulled up right to the gates of Oak Creek, parking behind Allison’s car. Isaac, Scott, and Stiles jumped out of the vehicle and joined Allison and Kira next to the gates. Isaac immediately walked over and stood by Allison while Kira scooted closer to Scott.

The group of supernatural teenagers looked at each other, anxiety present in all of their faces. Stiles looked up at the Oak Creek sign and grimaced, hoping that they’d all make it out alive.

Scott took a deep breath, looked around at his friends, and spoke, giving them a pep talk. “We’ve done this before, guys,” he reminded them. “A couple weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember? That was a total stranger. This is Y/N and Lydia.”

“I’m here to save my best friends,” Allison spoke strongly and determinately.

“I came to save mine,” Scott glanced at Stiles.

“I just didn’t feel like doing any homework,” Isaac added with a shrug before he casually walked through the camp’s gates.

Y/N

The Nogitsune let Lydia out of her prison as the sun went down, letting both of us huddle together nervously. The bad feeling that I had earlier wasn’t going away—if my friends came to save us, one of them would die…I just didn’t know who.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Lydia said suddenly, looking at the Nogitsune that stood casually by my side. “You know they’re coming. You know they’re going to kill you.”

The Nogitsune smirked, though his eyes were annoyed as he glanced at Lydia. “Well, that’s exactly why I’m keeping you two so close.”

He grabbed the gate from behind us and tore it open before shoving us into the circular, stone-walled room. After the Nogitsune entered with us, he closed the gate forcefully and looked around the room.

I watched him closely; he looked a little nervous, which was a big change from his usual confident attitude. A low whisper flitted through my brain and the voice sounded a lot like Scott’s.

“They’re here,” I breathed before looking at the Nogitsune with hard eyes. “And Lydia and I don’t need to scream to know that they’re going to kill you.”

“Good,” The Nogitsune said as he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out what looked to be the knife Mrs. Yukimura said was her last tail that brought the Oni. “That’s exactly why I brought you, sweetheart. I needed to know when they’d be close enough. When my own death was closing in.”

The Nogitsune looked away from me as the rattling noise that usually came with the Oni echoed around the circular room. Glancing around, I noticed five Oni surrounding me, Lydia, and the Nogitsune. Lydia grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the Nogitsune, setting us behind two of the Oni.

“’Cause only when they’re close, can I do this…” The Nogitsune held up the knife and, just as the Oni approached him with their swords out, he snapped it in half.

The Oni disappeared and so did the Nogitsune, leaving Lydia and I alone.

“What just happened?” I asked Lydia breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” She replied, her voice shaky. “But it can’t be good.”

I suddenly heard loud footsteps running toward us. Lydia and I exchanged a horrified look and rushed to the gate as Stiles and Scott appeared.

“Y/N, Lydia?” Scott said, shaking the gate. “Are you guys all right?”

“No, no, no, no,” I whimpered, my eyes wide. “Why are you here?”

“Y/N, we’re here for you,” Stiles told me as Scott slowly opened the gate.

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” Lydia snapped from beside me. She looked at Scott. “You didn’t get my message?”

“Lydia, what’s happening?” Scott asked her gently.

“Who else is here?” I asked. When Scott and Stiles didn’t answer, I spoke louder. “Who came with you? Who else is here?”

“We have to go,” Lydia urged strongly. “We have to go, now!”

Scott obviously recognized why we were so being so pushy. He turned around and started running as fast as he could down the dark tunnel. Lydia, Stiles, and I followed as fast as we could.

Halfway through the tunnel, I slipped and fell, landing on the wet floor with a loud thump. Stiles and Lydia instantly turned back.

“Lydia, go!” Stiles waved her away urgently. “I’ve got her. Go!”

Lydia nodded and gave me one last look before taking off again. As Stiles approached me, my eyesight went blurry until I was no longer in the tunnel with Stiles at all.

One of the Oni whipped his sword around at Isaac, aiming to injure the beta werewolf. Isaac jerked back, away from the sword and threw his arm forward, trying to stab the Oni with his claws. The Oni reached for Isaac and pushed at his chest, making him fall against a pile of wooden boxes.

The Oni went to whack Isaac with his sword and was about to succeed, when Allison rushed forward and held up her bow, connecting it with the sword and preventing Isaac from getting injured. Allison turned the bow to the side, bringing the Oni’s sword with it, and pushed at the Oni, making it fall back.

Isaac took the opportunity to spin away from his position, while Allison loaded another arrow into her bow and aimed at another Oni.

“How do we stop them?” Isaac called out to Noshiko, who was standing to the side, looking horrified.

“You can’t!” Noshiko shouted and just as she finished speaking, one of the Oni stepped forward and slashed Isaac’s stomach open.

Allison kept shooting arrows at the Oni as two of them joined up with the one slashing Isaac into a bloody mess. They threw their swords out, cutting up Isaac’s legs, his chest, and his torso.

Isaac fell back, and Allison reached behind her and grabbed the last arrow she had. She set it up in her bow and aimed toward the Oni that was about to deal Isaac with a fatal blow. As Isaac dropped to his knees, unable to fight back anymore, Allison let the arrow fly.

The arrow lodged itself into the Oni’s chest; the Oni dropped its sword and grabbed its chest, where bright yellow light was coming out of the hole where the arrow was located. With a loud boom, the Oni exploded, shocking everyone—and the Oni—around them.

Allison let out a small, thankful smile, happy that she had killed one of the Oni, which she didn’t think was possible. A sharp pain shot through her stomach, then, and she looked, wide-eyed, over at the Oni who had pushed a sword through her torso.

“ALLISON!”

I gasped as Lydia’s loud scream tore me away from my vision. Tears blurred my eyesight and I let out a loud scream of my own, unable to help myself.

“No, no, no,” I sobbed hoarsely as devastation filled my body and made my chest ache. “No, Allison!”

Loud, body-racking cries escaped from my throat as a horrible feeling encompassed me. It was cold and horrible; it felt like death.

It was undeniable, however much I wanted it not to be true.

Allison Argent was dead.

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blasphoeme · 6 years ago

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Falling in Love Under the Stars

Jonerys The Mummy AU

Thanks to the inspiration from a certain image of Emilia’s from a photoshoot and @ashleyfanfic for bringing up the need for an AU with Dany as Evelyn and Jon as Rick from The Mummy, this little fic was born :D.

This is my take on the very iconic scene with Evie screaming “I am a librarian!”. It’ll be Dany this time though hehe. Spoken dialogue taken and adapted from the movie with additional ones of my own creation.

Moodboard made in collaboration with my partner in crime @midqueenally. Love you sunflower~

I hope you guys like this! Can be read on Ao3.

“Take a swing at me. Try a right hook. Hit me right here.” Pointing at his open right palm with his left index finger, he waved it before his student’s face. “Like you mean it.” Mister Snow was giving her an impromptu lesson in self-defence. How fun! Her alcohol addled mind cheerily supplied. Shifting her weight, keeping her legs firmly planted as best as she could to the shifting sand with her hands balled up into fists by her cheeks, Daenerys Targaryen pursed her lips, a look of determination slipping onto her face. Taking a deep breath, she swung her fist at him as instructed. Only to miss her target completely. The momentum of her punch however, sent her toppling forwards. Not into the sturdy body of her coach, but just off to the side. “Oopsie!” Her giddy voice came out from behind her broad grin on the backs of a giggle and down she went. With nothing but air and a solid ground of sand awaiting eagerly to receive her face.

Thankfully, what would have been an ungraceful landing was averted by a strong, muscular arm shooting out to catch her. One across her chest and another around her back, coming around to clutch at her shoulders. Effectively saving her from enjoying a mouthful of grainy particles.

“I think you’d better take a seat. Time for another drink?” Jon offered, chuckling to himself whilst pulling the woman in his arms to stand upright. More or less. Her teetering new born fawn like legs and imbalanced equilibrium from the alcohol meant he had to prop her up with his whole person. Though the warmth of her petite body aligned along the entire length of his front was not the least bit unpleasant at all and if he kept his arms around her longer than necessary, well, desert nights were rather chilly. He needed to keep her warm. “Unlike my brother, Sir, I know when to say no!” Through the haze in her tipsy state, she could sense the heat radiating from Jon’s fingers around her arms, holding her in case she took another tumble. She didn’t need assistance for she wasn’t even drunk yet! Batting lazily at his hands, Dany stumbled out of their confines, wobbly legs carrying her back towards the seat she had chosen as her own by the fire. Spotting the bottle of whiskey cradled within said snoozing brother’s arms, Dany reached for its neck and yanked it free from his embrace. Viserys merely snuggled deeper into his makeshift beds barely stirring at all. Triumphantly, with bottle in hand, Dany plucked the cork stopper off and took a swig. The amber liquor coursed down her throat like liquid fire. But, she didn’t mind at all. “Unlike your brother, Miss, you I don’t get.” “I know.... what you’re wondering.” Clumsily swiping at the dribble of alcohol escaping from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, Dany shifted off of her knees to sit on her bum. “What’s a place like me doing in a girl like this?!” “Something like that, yes.” Jon watched her sway, body rocking to and fro beside him. How had he not seen that the very moment he clapped eyes on her? Under all that English sensibility was a gorgeous, intelligent, courageous, not to mention feisty rose waiting to bloom. This woman was adorable. Even while dozing on the back of a camel with her mouth agape and a little drool dribbling down the side.

“You see, Egypt is in my blood” Daenerys told Jon, tugging at the chain around her neck until she located the oval shaped object hanging from it. Her fingers found the familiar grove along its side. Prying the halves apart, she presented it to the man before her, gingerly placing it in his hand. The locket contained the faces of her darling parents that she carried with her everywhere she went since they passed. “My father was a famous explorer. He loved Egypt so much that he fell in love with an Egyptian woman, who later became my mother.”

By the light of the fire, Jon’s eyes could make out a pair of miniature black and white faces. On the left, a strapping man in a dark coloured suit with piercing, intelligent eyes that seemed to hold an immense amount of knowledge within them stared right back at him. To the right was a woman who looked nothing like the typical women of the desert. Very different, almost the complete opposite in fact. Her skin was fair and her hair was light. Jon imagined it would have been just like Daenerys’. Silver locks interwoven with gold. The woman was smiling, not at the camera but at the bundle in her arms. He could see so clearly, the happiness and love this woman held for the infant she had pressed close to her heart. She must have loved her children very much. Daenerys and Viserys were very lucky to have had both their parents in their lives for as long as they did. Parents who cared for them and protected them and watched them grow. Closing the locket gently, he released it from his grasp, letting it dangle from Daenerys’ neck once more.

“I get your father and your mother. I even get your brother. But you. What are you doing here?” Jon asked earnestly. This place, this journey they were on was treacherous and not the safest for a lady, not safe for any human no matter how brave they were.

A scowl came over Daenerys’ face. Was he implying that she wasn’t good enough?

“Look here!” She yelled. Her entire being was thrumming with agitation. She was a very capable woman in her own right for goodness sake! Did he not see that? Scrambling to her feet, Daenerys glared down at the man sitting cross legged on the ground. She would just have to attempt to set him straight. “I may not be an explorer or an adventurer or a treasure seeker or a gun fighter, Mister Snow! But, I am proud of what I am!” “And... what is that?” “I am a... a…” What was that word again? A furrow took its perch between her brows as Daenerys swam through her murky mind searching for it. Oh yes! Throwing her head back, she shouted her profession for all the world to hear. “Librarian!” The blatant pride in her voice tugged on Jon’s heartstrings, pulling his lips into a smile. Her exclamation drifted away up towards the inky black midnight sky but not before his ears caught hold of each syllable. If he could see himself, he would have noticed the softness in his deep brown orbs as well.

Her display seemed to suck all the energy from her and she plopped back down onto her knees soon after. This time much, much closer to him than before. Daenerys was so near that he had to tip his head down to look at her. So close now that Jon could feel the warmth of each exhalation of breath from her parted lips caressing his face like the fingers of a lover. The intimacy of her proximity had a thrill swirling up his spine. Once again, he was struck by how stunning this woman was. Through lowered lashes and bleary eyes, Dany couldn’t help lingering on those lips of his. Too pretty to belong to this filthy, rude, complete scoundrel of a man. Who cleaned up really, really well. His shaggy hair and bread caked with dirt and who knows what now still looked shaggy but in a good way. A ruggedly handsome kind of way. Those deep brown eyes of his were so changeable. A steely near black as he cocked his gun just before a fight. A mellow, lighter brown, the tint of a perfectly brewed cup of Earl Grey that sparkled in the light of the setting sun when he smiled at her as they raced each other towards Hamunaptra. She longed to watch them all day to see what array of tones she could find within those orbs.

The more time she spent in his company, Deanerys realised that this man was growing more endearing and less insufferable by the minute.She wasn’t even mad anymore about the kiss.

That first kiss that he robbed from her, catching her off guard, pulling the air right out of her lungs and made her heart stop. It was a peculiarly wonderful sensation one which she had never in all her life experienced before. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. She couldn’t stop thinking about the sensation of his lips on hers, no matter how hard she tried. Pouting, the librarian sighed wistfully. It certainly didn’t help now that those lips of his were right in front of her, right there, like an enticingly juicy ripe peach dangling before her eyes, close enough to nip a taste. Oh, how she wanted another taste and this time, she was going to get one from him instead.

“I’m going to kiss you, Mister Snow.” The huskiness in her tone would have ordinarily brought on a wave of shame but in that moment, Daenerys couldn’t care less.

The hungry gleam in her eyes, staring intently at his mouth had him swallowing nervously.

Oh boy.

“Alright. Umm... Only if you call me Jon.” Even so, smirking, he couldn’t resist a tease at the lovely woman who had all but glued herself against the side of his arm, much like a cat asking for a good cuddle. Was this actually happening?

Peering down at Deanery’s face, Jon’s breath did a jaunty little jig. How could someone be so effortlessly beautiful? Her dazed violet eyes glittered like the stars above their heads with a dance of fire light within them. That pert little nose of hers. Those defined eyebrows. The comely flush in her cheeks and those lips of hers. They looked so tantalizingly plump with the lovely pink hue of a desert rose blooming wild in the heart of an oasis. He desired another sample. “Jon....” Daenerys tested the feel of his name upon his tongue like a child enunciating their first word. Just saying it aloud made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Her lips curled up on their own, reacting to an involuntary reflex into a broad goofy grin. She liked his name very much. Just like how she was growing to like his person. No one had stolen an archaeologist’s tool kit for her before. He’d be the first. Now, for that much anticipated kiss that was agreed upon. Eyelids at half mast, Jon observed with bated breath as those pretty lips approached his own. Just a bit more now. So close, he could practically feel her petal soft touch already. Almost simultaneously, their eyes slid shut. Inching forward as one, each tilting their heads incrementally to the side, they moved in anticipation for the contact they most craved. There was naught but a finite space between their lips. A little bit more now! And.... There was nothing.

Eyes snapping open in astonishment, Jon blinked owlishly. Where did her lips go? Where was that zing that he had experienced the day before? Where was that spark he knew would come from her touch? A solid weight landed with a thump and a sleepy groan in his lap. Looking down, stunned, all Jon could do was laugh. This woman would be the end of him. Using his lap as a pillow, Daenerys wriggled to find a comfortable position in the sand before promptly diving into the realm of sleep. Her shiny silver locks flowed like the glittering Nile River reflecting the glow of the moon, down her back. The ends mingling with the sand beneath her. Under the watchful eyes of the stars above, Jon tenderly sifted through those locks of silver with one hand. The strands were so smooth like spun silk. Tucking some of her hair behind her ear, he smiled again. His eyes traced over her features, completely relaxed in peaceful slumber. This lady truly was magnificent. Her bravery and wits impressed him to no end. So passionate was she in her search of ancient knowledge that even in the face of more than one gun aimed at her head she stood her ground and acted as the voice of reason, settling an argument with her own brand of feminine wisdom ensuring no violence or blood was shed. Even in the midst of a gun battle, she still persisted. Any lesser woman would have given up and insisted she be escorted back to civilization. Perhaps, she’d make it out of Hamunaptra after all.

Either way, he’d do his utmost best to make sure she remained unharmed. If not for her own sake, then for his. If he lost her to the horrors that lay dormant in stone tombs beneath the sand, he was certain that his heart would surely shatter into bits. And then, like dunes crumbling under the blow of a gust of wind, there would be nothing left of him. Whether he liked it or not and whether she knew it or not, that beating organ within his chest belonged to her already.

#jonerys au #jonerys fic #jonerys fanfic #jonerys #jon x daenerys #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #the mummy au #got fanfiction #this was a fun one heheh #short but fun #gave me the chance to rewatch the mummy

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dovechim · 7 years ago

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party (m)

➾rapline x reader

➾ impregnation kink, cumplay, sloppy seconds, foursome (duh), infidelity (???) idek anymore

➾ 2.4k

➾ basically the rap line take turns breeding you, inspired by an ask i got this afternoon :”) this is literally the most filthy thing i’ve written to date, children PLEASE GO AWAY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

ps this is not THE yoongi impreg fic ;-)

“Your pussy tastes especially sweet today, baby.” The laps of his tongue against your sensitive core are making your thighs twitch from their spread out position on the bed, and Yoongi smirks in response. “Do you have something you wanna tell us?”

He’s spreading your lips apart with his fingers, and even without looking, you can feel the sticky, transparent strings of your arousal drip endlessly.

“Fuck, she’s so fucking wet, hyung.” Namjoon voices out helpfully, his hand stroking his dick as he admires the way your pussy is practically drooling.

Yoongi slides his fingers through the strings of your arousal, breaking them and catching them on his tongue. Behind him, Hoseok takes in a sharp breath as your tiny hole clenches in response, and from your vantage point laid flat on the bed, you can see how ready the two virile males behind Yoongi look, and your pussy throbs in want.

Their cocks are all rock hard, with the heads an irritated red contributed by their teasing jerks, hard enough to keep them satisfied while ogling your pussy, but not enough so that they cum all over the floor.

“Answer us baby,” Yoongi purrs with his tongue against your clit briefly. “Is there a reason you’re especially wet today?”

You resist the urge to buck into his mouth, instead reaching up to palm your breasts, acutely aware of the two men’s gazes behind you as they watch your every move like a predator stalking its prey. Your boyfriend punishes your lack of a response with a sharp nip to your inner thigh, and you yelp in response.

“I-I’m ovulating, fuck,” you choke out finally, feeling heat sear your cheeks when Yoongi smirks, and the two younger males groan behind him. Their strokes speed up significantly in response.

“Is that why you called us over here, princess? Because you wanted your fertile pussy stuffed full of cock?” Yoongi amuses himself by sliding two fingers inside you. “Made me call Namjoon and Hoseok too because your greedy pussy isn’t satisfied with just one cock, you need three.”

“Yoongi, please.” By now you’re squirming on the bed, and Yoongi places his hands on your inner thighs to keep them pinned to the bed. You whine at the loss of his touch on where you need it the most, but then you feel his head rubbing at the folds of your drenched slit, and nearly sob in desperation.

“Be a good girl and stroke my friends while I fuck you good, alright princess?” Yoongi caresses your plump hips as Namjoon and Hoseok take their places beside you, shoving their cocks into your face.

You gladly take both of their lengths in each hand, and they’re already more than lubricated with the copious amounts of precum dribbling from their tips. Making sure that they’re close enough to your body so that any excess precum is dribbled onto your tits, you shoot them a salacious smirk as you slick your palms up and down their aching lengths.

Satisfied with the attention you’re giving to his friends, Yoongi slides his cock home, spreading you apart so wide that your hands pause momentarily on the two cocks above you and your thighs attempt to clamp shut. But Yoongi won’t have it, as he grabs your thighs and spreads your legs in a V shape to reveal how your pussy gobbles every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it princess,” Yoongi begins thrusting deep into your cunt, his cock spearing your walls. “Keep stroking those cocks baby, or else I’ll stop.”

You can only resume jerking Namjoon and Hoseok off, even as they each grab your legs behind your knees to keep you spread for Yoongi, so that he can place his weight onto his hands and rut into you. With the changed angle, he hits the very back of your pussy with every thrust, and your soft, receptive cervix is battered by the head of his cock.

“Yoongi, fuck,” you gasp out your pleasure for him to hear, but Namjoon reaches for your chin and tilts it towards him. He pushes your hand away and shoves his cock into your mouth, effectively shutting you up. You can only moan at how roughly he thrusts into your face, balls hitting your chin as you continue to stroke Hoseok.

“Like being used like a slut, don’t you?” Namjoon comments, giving a particularly hard thrust so that he can feel the back of your throat. “Fuck, Yoongi-hyung, your girlfriend’s fucking amazing.”

Yoongi doesn’t reply because he’s too busy pounding your pussy, the slaps of skin attesting to just how bruised your skin will be after this. You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, and you want to ask for him to cum inside you, but you can’t with Namjoon’s cock ramming down your throat.

You try anyway, and it ends up as a gag around his cock. But Yoongi doesn’t need to be told to finish inside, and he erupts in your pussy with a few harsh thrusts. He pulls out almost immediately to watch the cum stream from your well used hole, disappointed when nothing dribbles out because he practically shot his cum right up against your cervix.

Namjoon finally gives you a break, stroking your cheek in appreciation as he glances at your pussy, hoping to see the tell-tale signs of cum escaping as well.

“Ba-baby-“ you’re slightly out of breath, throat sore from Namjoon’s face fucking as you address your boyfriend, who’s holding your pussy lips apart and massaging them, hoping to coax his cum out. “Can the boys cum inside my pussy too?”

A shocked intake of breath greets you as Yoongi’s eyes shoot to yours, and you feel his fingers freeze on your cunt.

“You want us to breed you, princess?”

“Ye-yes. I want you to take turns. Just to make sure your seed takes.”

A low murmur of curses come from the two males by your side, gazes still fixed on your well fucked pussy.

“What are you idiots waiting for?” Yoongi drawls in his usual, irritated way, and Namjoon springs into action, taking his place between your legs.

The head of his cock nudges your lips apart, and he slides in easily. Yoongi satisfies himself with watching you take another man’s cock deep in your pussy even as you turn to swallow down Hoseok’s cock.

“I can feel your cum hyung, fuck, you filled her up so much,” Namjoon is already balls deep inside you, and you can feel the squelch of his cock in your cum filled cunt.

“Not enough, I want you to cum inside her till she’s leaking,” Yoongi reaches to spread your legs wider for Namjoon. “And you, princess, are not allowed to cum till all three of us have bred you.”

You’re almost beginning to regret asking to be bred like this, because the combination of the slippery cum being forced out of your pussy, with Yoongi’s tender strokes of your clit are sending shocks down your spine, and your walls are convulsing around Namjoon’s cock already.

“Yoongi, please, I need to cum,” you reach for his hand and grip it tightly, forcing it away from your sensitive clit even as you rest Hoseok’s cock on your tongue for a second.

“Shhh, I know you can take it baby, you asked to be bred remember? So we’re not done till you’re pregnant for sure. Good cumsluts don’t cum till they’ve taken all the cum they possibly can.” Yoongi whispers in your ear, soothing your whines with sweet kisses down your neck. You didn’t know Yoongi would be this turned on by the thought of you getting pregnant, but his filthy mouth makes you leak even more around Namjoon’s cock- whether it’s Yoongi’s cum or your arousal, you’re not even sure anymore.

“Gonna cum, ugnhhh, gonna fill that pussy up so good, fuck,” Namjoon bites his bottom lip hard as he embeds his cock head deep, spilling ropes of his semen into your depths. You can feel the warmth from inside you as you lay back, your pussy getting fuller and fuller. Hoseok groans at the sight of your pussy being filled, reaching to push your hair back from your forehead so that he can admire the look of bliss on your face. Your hand has stopped on his cock now, so he takes over as he waits impatiently for his turn to seed you.

Namjoon gives you an even bigger load than Yoongi did, and you can feel your pussy brimming as he slowly pulls out so that not a single drop spills. Yoongi is quick to slide an arm under your ass, tilting your hips up and pushing a pillow underneath them.

“Hold your knees against your chest baby,” Yoongi coaxes your legs up into the air.

This time, Namjoon’s semen brims from your pussy lips, and he can’t help but stroke your puffy lips as he dips his fingers into you shallowly.

“My turn.” Hoseok drops a kiss on your forehead as he shifts, nudging Namjoon out of the way as he lines his cock up with your creamed entrance. “Ready for my seed, princess? Can your pussy handle more? It looks so full already, maybe we should stop here?”

Although you know he’s only teasing, because his cock at your lips more than conveys his eagerness to breed you as well, you can’t help but whine at the thought of not having Hoseok cum inside you too. Your pussy is already messy and sloppy, with two other men’s cum deep inside you, but you crave more.

“No, want your cum too, just in case,” you reach for him with one hand, the other dutifully keeping your knees pinned to your chest.

“That’s my girl,” Yoongi chuckles as he places a kiss at the corner of your lips. “So desperate to be bred that she doesn’t even care who’s the father anymore.”

“Hold on tight baby.” Hoseok pushes his cock in between your tight lips, and you immediately feel cum gush out on either side of his shaft, running down your ass cheeks and soaking the sheets. The thought of so much potent cum being wasted makes you whine in disappointment, but Yoongi comforts you by sliding his body behind yours, hooking his hands under your thighs and spreading them wide for another man.

You’re so weak at this point that you allow him to manipulate your body even as Hoseok starts to pound you hard, balls slapping against your clit even as he prods your cum drenched cervix with every thrust. You’re so overwhelmed with the need to cum, but Yoongi whispers praises and encouragement in your ear, telling you how well you’re being bred and how they’ll take care of you till you’re well and properly pregnant with their children.

Hoseok is admiring the sight of your creamy cunt taking him in so well, along with the globs of cum from the two men who bred you before him on his cock. By now your pussy is a mess of half dried and fresh cum, but Hoseok is determined that his cum won’t leak out of you once he’s done. Your walls feel slippery and slick against his member, and the throbbing of his balls signals that he’s about to lose his load inside you.

“Beg for his seed, babygirl,” Yoongi prompts you, reaching down to fondle your cum drenched slit. “Beg for us to breed you, c’mon.”

“Please, Hoseok,” you comply like a good girl, whining when you feel just how close Hoseok is to erupting inside you. “Please give me your cum, I want you to breed me so good, fuck, please!!!”

Hoseok finally allows himself to unleash inside your already soaked cunt, your walls coaxing every last drop of cum from his balls into your fertile depths, and you moan in contentment. Never have you felt so feminine other than this very moment, getting fucked by three men who are as determined to impregnate you as you are to get bred, and the satisfaction warms you from the inside as much as their cum does.

“Don’t waste a single drop,” Hoseok cautions as he pulls out. He would love to keep you plugged up with his seed, technically he has the highest chance of getting you pregnant since most of the cum in your pussy is his. But his cock is getting soft, and he has no choice but to withdraw from your sticky depths.

“Would never,” you giggle and cup your mound with a hand.

Namjoon situates himself by your side, fondling your breasts as he pinches your nipples hard. “Do you want to cum now, baby? You deserved it, after being such a good cumdump.”

“Please,” you whimper as you arch your back in the air, and you don’t even care that all three males are staring at your filled pussy, stretched and gaping wide to reveal the pool of cum within, with evident hunger in their eyes.

“Yoongi-hyung, why don’t you make her cum? Maybe then she’ll suck up all that cum deeper inside so we can fill her with more,” Hoseok gently pets your lower abdomen.

“She’ll cum when I tell her to,” Yoongi grunts, but his fingers resume drawing circles on your clit, and easily reignites the warmth in your core. “You’re close aren’t you baby? Gonna cum for us, hmmm?”

At this point you’re not even aware of the words that leave your mouth, and you can only succumb to Yoongi’s fingers rubbing your slippery clit over and over. The touches of all three men on your body- Namjoon suckling at your tits, Hoseok stroking your pussy lips, and Yoongi at your clit- sends you over the edge as your walls clench around nothing, and you nearly scream as tears gather at the corner of your tightly shut eyes.

“Fuck, such a good girl, you came so well for us,” Namjoon croons in his baritone voice, his hands stroking your waist.

“And you took our cum so well, not a drop spilled,” Hoseok grins, watching your pussy lips twitch as you come down from your high.

Yoongi presses a kiss to your lips, and you turn to reciprocate as he places a hand on your lower belly.

“Don’t move a single inch, princess. You should rest, you’ll need it because we’re not done with you tonight.”

#bts smut #bts #bangtan bookclub #bangtanwriters-net #kwriterskollection #bts rap line #bts rm #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut

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klancin-with-myself · 7 years ago

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shut your mouth and let my body talk

Summary: They all have their ways of decompressing from the stresses of the universe. Keith's vice just so happens to keep Pidge in a state of blissful contentment.

Rating: Explicit

keith eats pidge’s pussy.

read here or on AO3.

It had taken five years in space for Keith to find his outlet. His teammates - his family - had found theirs long ago. Some of them had never been made to find them, like Lance; yoga could be done anywhere, at any time. Oftentimes, the blue paladin would retreat to his room or the observation deck and spend hours contorting his body into all kinds of positions that had Keith wondering if Lance would disable his joints at will. Hunk channeled his emotions into either baking or meticulously ripping apart any mechanical thing he came across, figuring out what made it run, and then putting it back together with a higher functionality than what he found it with.

Shiro had taken to reading. Pidge had invented an overlay that could be placed over the Altean novels, translating the words into any Terran language. Shiro didn’t even bother trying to hide how giddy he was to be able to read a book again, and frequently holed himself up in the castleship’s library, curling up in a squashy chair and reading for hours on end, a content smile on his face.

Pidge’s escapes tended to shift. She hadn’t done much relaxing before she’d found Matt. She’d always been working on some new algorithm to find him, or on some new upgrade for the Green Lion. After being reunited with Matt, she relaxed considerably, playing video games with him, building things, working on the other lions (while remembering to sleep adequately, because even Pidge wasn’t immune to Matt’s weaponized puppy eyes).

At first, Keith’s only respite from the new, harsh reality he’d been thrust into was training. Methodically destroying the training droids (Allura gave him hell for it, but was secretly pleased when Pidge and Hunk rebuilt them into something more challenging), running laps, honing his skills. At first, it had been enough.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

When he finally settled on something, it ended up shifting the dynamic of how the rest of the team spent their down time. Not drastically, of course. Not in any way that meant that the others couldn’t do what they wanted. They just had to, maybe, stay away from the general vicinity of Keith’s bedroom. Or put ear plugs in.

Keith’s mental retreat was more of a vice.

More than a vice, it was an addiction.

He craved it. Became temperamental without it. Begged if he were denied it. Consumed it like a man starved, let it consume him like a wave of lava rolling down the slope of a volcano.

It had the side effect of once again shifting Pidge’s outlet. Shaped it from an outlet into a release, a spout, a fountain. Shaped indents into her thighs where his head fit perfectly into as she clamped down around him. Shaped the back of her neck into an arch as she let her body fly from the bed as Keith indulged.

He supposed he should feel a little guilty. The one escape he found that allowed the weight of the universe to melt away also involved pulling Pidge away from the things that she wanted to do. (They’d tried it, once, while she was working - she’d burned herself with a soldering iron and spent the rest of the day with a weird Altean gel pack strapped to her hand.) She’d reassured him, however, multiple times, that having her mind go numb and white and fuzzy at the edges was incredibly therapeutic, and had often led to further breakthroughs with her projects. All he had to do was glance at her, heat in his eyes, a quick tongue on his lip, and she would let him lead her away.

And that’s exactly what he’d done today. He found her in the lounge, lazily typing away on her laptop. She wore one of his t-shirts, loose on her slender frame, and a pair of long shorts that stopped just below her knees. She was barefoot, her toes wriggling or scrunching up every so often as her brilliant mind worked through whatever she was trying to figure out. Keith stood by the door, arms folded, watching her fingers fly over the keys, smirking at the way her brow crinkled and smoothed. He stepped into the lounge after another moment of soaking in the wild mess of her hair, which hadn’t changed much in five years. Pidge’s eyes flicked up at the sound of his footsteps, and a smirk formed on her own lips, her typing slowing down subconsciously.

Keith knelt down, his knee resting on the back of the inset couch, and when Pidge looked up at him, he pushed a hand into her hair and pulled their lips together roughly, allowing the kiss to fall tender as she opened up to him. His kiss was a question as much as it was a greeting, a request and a plea, and an expression of the emotions he was so bad at giving words to. Pidge lifted her hands from her laptop, grasping his wrist and cupping his jaw, kissing him back with equal amounts of fervor. She wasn’t so great with words either, and Keith loved her all the more for it. When he finally pulled back, his breath was heavy and damp and needy, and Pidge huffed a laugh against his lips.

“Yeah, okay,” she agreed softly.

She’d never told him no, never sent him away, and yet his relief every time was a cool wave washing over him and soothing away his anxiety. She slid her laptop off her legs and slipped her small hand into his, and he pulled her up to her feet easily. She moved fluidly, stepping up onto the floor and into his arms in one easy motion. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his lips to hers again, wishing not for the first time that he could simply toss her down and take her here on the couch, the walk to his room seeming unbearable in its distance. Pidge hummed against his mouth, her lips curving into a smirk as she pressed her body against his and felt his growing erection pressing against her abdomen through their clothes. She broke the kiss with a nip to his lower lip, drawing in a sharp breath through her nose.

“You shaved. Like, ten minutes ago,” she said, mildly accusatory. Keith cocked a smirk at her, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

“I can be sweet,” he murmured, rubbing his smooth cheek against hers. Pidge chuckled, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.

“Fucking sap,” she said. Keith rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, let’s go.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, tongue darting out to curl around it, winning him a hiss of pleasure. “I’m hungry.”

Pidge made a noise, half indignant and half aroused, and Keith grinned at her, his eyes crinkling in barely concealed delight. He squeezed her hand and drew her backward, leading her down to his bedroom.

He barely resisted the urge to cram the two of them into a utility closet as they passed it, though he did fail at resisting the tempting heat of her mouth, pressing her against a wall more than once, hiking her legs up and grinding against her core as his tongue plundered her mouth, a taste of what he’d be doing to other orifices very soon. Pidge indulged him, her laughter each time cutting off in a groan as his kiss sent shockwaves down her body, lighting her arousal on fire and driving her patience away. Pidge was growling into his mouth, hands fisted in his shirt, shoving him back toward his door when they finally reached it. One of Keith’s hands flew back to smack the control panel, sending the door sliding open and them stumbling in. She took care of closing the door, leaning back against it to catch her breath as Keith stared at her with a predatory look in his violet eyes, panting harshly. Smirking at him, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down her hips, revealing slim thighs -

Keith snarled, hands shooting out to grip her hips to hold her still. Pidge continued to smirk up at him, devious little shit that she was, and he touched his forehead to hers with a groan. His hands gripped the sides of her neck gently, and he kissed her, rough and wet and brief. He fell to his knees and he dragged his hands slowly down her body, palms pressing into her sides. His thumbs brushed across her breasts, and of course she wasn’t wearing a bra. Did underthings not exist in her wardrobe anymore? He groaned, burying his face into her hard stomach. His hands continued their trek down her body, squeezing her hips, scratching down her thighs. He pressed his palms down her legs, prickly with unshaven hair, kissing just below her navel, reverent and soft. He resisted the urge to tickle her ankles, drawing his hands back upward, his thumbs leading inward. He groaned again, cursing under his breath.

Her arousal shone on her thighs, shiny and slick and quickly driving away Keith’s threadbare self control. He grasped her left leg and hoisted it up, resting her foot on the little table by his door and baring her cunt to him. He leaned in, kissing her mons and reveling in the full body shudder that coursed through her. Her folds were slick and only open from her leg being spread so far. He kissed her a little lower, and she canted her hips forward. It could have been a demand, but they both knew it for what it really was - encouragement, an offering. Beneath all of that, a gentle request for Keith to relax and enjoy himself, to cast off the burden of the universe and simply be a man with human desires and cravings. As his thumbs found her outer labia, gently opening her to him, Keith thought that that was his favourite part about the way they crashed together. That she did all of this for him. That she wanted him to let go and indulge and relax. Wanted him to use her body for his own escape from reality.

So he treated her like a temple, pressing a devout, sacrilegious kiss to the living statue of her clit, basking in the way she hummed contentedly, rolling her hips forward again. He kissed her again, then rocked back on the balls of his feet and stood, dragging her against him and kissing her soundly. She lifted her arms and rested them on his shoulders as she kissed him back, the curve of a smile never really leaving her lips. Keith’s hands flirted down her body and he gave her pert ass a squeeze, smirking into the kiss as she jolted against him. He bent his knees and adjusted his grip to just below her rear, easily hefting her off her feet and holding her against him. She huffed into his mouth, amused, clamping her legs around his waist and burying her fingers into his soft black hair.

Keith turned and stepped toward his bed, lowering her down onto it gently. Her legs didn’t release him, loosening only enough to allow him to shift onto the bed and hover over her. Pidge rubbed at his sides with her legs, purposefully dragging his shirt up. He twisted his arms back and yanked the shirt over his head, not missing the damp spot on the front of it where her crotch had pressed against him, and if he breathed in a little deeper while he was dragging the shirt over his head, well, she either didn’t notice or didn’t say anything. He flipped his shirt away from him and fell back onto Pidge’s lips, drawn to her like a magnet, secretly pleased with the way her eyes raked over him before fluttering shut in bliss. Pidge was a fantastic kisser, her edges softening as her tongue slipped against his, and Keith felt like he could kiss her for hours. They did, sometimes. In this moment, that’s not what he wanted. He couldn’t wait anymore, even if he tried, even if he were commanded by Shiro in his best Disappointed Voice. Desire burned brighter than the red of his lion, than the red of his blood. His head was pounding and he knew the only cure for it rested between her legs.

Keith left her lips, smirking at her shortness of breath. He kissed at her throat and gently squeezed her breasts through the shirt of his that she still wore. He’d leave it on this time, he thought. She looked amazing in it, the way it hung on her slender frame, how it draped to one side to expose her collarbone. It was a good look for her, and the sight of her in his shirt with her legs spread for him would have made him weak in the knees if he hadn’t already been on them. He slid back down, kneeling on the floor, dragging her hips to the edge of the bed. Pidge dutifully draped her thighs over his shoulders, her fingers tightening and relaxing around the bedsheets in anticipation.

He sat back and settled his eyes on the juncture of her thighs, the lips of her cunt covered in enough slick that it caused even the soft, short hair there to shine. His cock throbbed in his pants as he caught her scent, an intoxicating musk that had his mind reeling. He leaned in, peppering kisses along the insides of her thighs as he went, smiling as she hummed happily. He finally came face to face with her hole, he sighed, his hot breath rolling over her lips. He opened his mouth, pressed the flat of his tongue against her slit, and drew it from her perineum to her clit. Pidge moaned, long and low and satisfied, and Keith’s cock let him know just how attractive that noise was.

Using both thumbs again, he pried her open, gently easing her lips apart until her tight little gash was exposed to him. Hot, he knew it would be so hot when he touched his tongue to it, and it glistened with slick and twitched with arousal. He groaned, burying his face into her thigh.

“You’re killing me, Pidge,” he mumbled, nipping at her soft flesh. Before she could so much as hum in response, he sought her hole again, pressing his mouth against her fully, rolling his tongue across her clit and sucking on it gently. She cried out, hands flung out beside her, arching from the bed at his sudden onslaught. He gentled his tongue, curling it around her clit once more before delving lower. His mouth covered her slit completely, tongue working her open, sucking on her folds and soaking his face in her slick. He nudged at her clit with his nose and then pressed his tongue into her passage, effectively burying his face into her cunt.

She tasted like nothing he could have imagined before, and sweeter than anything he’d had since. Tangy and milky if he delved deep enough, slippery and sweet as it dripped from her folds. If he worked her up enough, it slipped down her thighs like an early morning rainfall, sticking to her thighs and making everything a damp mess that he was all too happy to take responsibility for and clean up. He wanted her musky, heady scent in his nose, wanted her honey smeared across his face like warpaint. Keith could live and die with his mouth on her cunt and never regret a moment of it. She was refreshing even as she left him gasping for a another drink, crawling toward the oasis between her legs.

He hummed, content to work his mouth so slowly against her slit, sucking on her folds and her clit intermittently, rolling his tongue over her and dipping it in and out. One of his hands crept up her stomach to rest at the base of her ribcage, thrilling at the feeling of her stomach and chest rising and falling at an increasingly rapid pace. His free hand fell to where his mouth was, using two fingers to spread her apart further. They slipped almost immediately, sliding through her juices and settling between her inner and outer labia. Above him, Pidge moaned, canting her hips down and grinding Keith’s mouth against her further. It was his turn to moan, then, tilting his head to the side, not dissimilar to when he kissed her mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. She gasped, one of her hands flying up to grasp at the one pressed to her chest. Her fingers curled around his hand, pressing her nails into his palm, and his chest tightened with affection, momentarily pausing to kiss her folds.

Keith pulled his face back, feeling the cooler air hit the slick on his cheeks and grinning. He moved his fingers up, pinching her clit between them and rolling it, violet eyes trained on her as her back arched off the bed again. She released his hand, grasping at the bedsheets again in a vain attempt at grounding herself. He let his fingers trail down her opening just enough for him to slide them into her slick channel. Pidge whimpered, an open mouth whine that Keith wanted to hear more of. He drew his fingers out and then drove them back in, twisting them as he went.

“Oh,” she moaned, her voice an octave higher than it normally was. Tight and high sounded good on her, Keith had decided long ago. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, twisting and curling them, his eyes heavy lidded and his cock painfully hard in his pants at the sounds that spilled from her lips. “Fuck,” she whispered. “Harder.”

He obliged almost immediately, never able to resist any demand she made. He began to piston his fingers in and out of her cunt, his lips descending on her again, tongue fluttering over her clit. Her little gasps and moans grew louder, unhindered and unashamed, having long since lost any care for others hearing her. He pressed his lips around her clit, working his tongue over it at a furious pace. Saliva mixed with her juices, dripping onto the sheets below her hips. His fingers were making the most delightful, obscene noises as they pumped in and out. She was soaked, and with every withdraw of his fingers, a string of clear fluid connected them to her opening, drawing him back in as if it were elastic. Her whimpering grew louder, her breath hitching in her throat. She sat up suddenly, her legs tightening around his head, burying her fingers into his thick black hair.

“Don’t stop, I--” she demanded, cutting herself off with a guttural moan. She tugged on his hair almost painfully, but it only encouraged him, drove him to shove his fingers in harder, twist them more sharply, agitating her clit with his tongue until she fractured around him, shattering like glass. Her moans reached a fever pitch, loud and sharp as the walls of her cunt clamped down around his fingers. He moaned with her, eyes fluttering shut as he fucked her through her climax with his fingers, the tense and release of her walls drawing his fingers in like the vacuum of space. The sloppy, wet noises only intensified, and the whimpers of the last of Pidge’s orgasm went straight to his dick, which had been pulsing painfully in his pants the entire time. He moaned again, lapping plaintively at her cunt, easing his fingers to a slow drag as she came down from her high. He looked up at her through dark lashes, mouth still on her slit, his eyes narrow in amusement.

Pidge’s fingers were still buried in his hair, and she dragged him up by it and kissed him breathlessly. Her lips were dry from gasping, open mouthed and out of breath, but his own drenched lips more than made up for it. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself in him. He wondered if she found her own fluids as intoxicating as he found them, thought maybe he didn’t want to share this sweet ambrosia even with her. Her legs were still on his shoulders (and her flexibility still kept him sweating) and she gently bumped them into the sides of his head. He opened his eyes and she had him snared again, her brown eyes glimmering with amusement and challenge.

“Again.”

It wasn’t a request.

Keith smirked against her lips. “Aren’t rotary phones still a thing?” Her legs tightened around his head and he squeezed the outside of her thighs playfully.

“I haven’t used a rotary phone in ages,” she said. He sunk back to his knees, his eyes not leaving hers as he leaned forward and dipped his tongue into her slit, licking at her fluids.

“Why not?” he asked coquettishly.

“I - ah, shit - have you,” she sighed. Keith grinned against her opening, kissing her folds. If his brain weren’t complete jelly later, he’d maybe try to articulate to her just how happy he was that he satisfied her enough that she didn’t feel the need to touch herself anymore. Try to impress to her that she made him feel the exact same way. He’d probably end up stuttering over his words, feeling them catch in his throat and sit there like a half swallowed pill. He was better with his actions, though, so he sealed his mouth over her cunt again, letting every swipe of his tongue tell her what she did to him. Pidge squirmed, crying out and bucking her hips, oversensitive, overstimulated, overwhelmed. Over everything, by the sound of it. Keith savoured every sound she made, every twitch of her body.

He slid two fingers back into her, and Pidge’s body accepted them easily, squelching noisily in her fluids. He curled his fingers and rotated them, the dirty, wet noises driving him wild. His own neglected cock throbbed in his pants; he thought briefly of releasing himself and wrapping a fist around his aching member, but the thought of deviating any attention away from the writhing, electric goddess in front of him seemed a cardinal sin. Keith suckled at her clit as he worked his fingers in and out of her, his room filling with slick noises and breathy, desperate moans.

“More,” Pidge gasped. He flicked his eyes back up at her - her face was completely obscured, thrown back into the bed, her chest heaving with every breath and whine. Her hands roamed the sheets, grasping and clawing at them, and her thighs shook upon his shoulders. He began to drive his fingers into her more forcefully than before, his knuckles bumping against her pelvic bone, her slick beginning to drip down his wrist. She cried out at the force he applied, and he nearly backed off but for knowing her so well, knowing that the particular noises she was making were only made when she was insensate with pleasure.

He wanted to put his lips back on her, but with the force he was using on her beautiful little cunt, he found that he had to adjust his angles. He crouched lower, angling his fingers upwards, allowing him to latch back onto her clit and work it feverishly with tongue and teeth and lips. When he began thrusting his fingers in again, resuming his vicious pace, Pidge shouted. She thrashed above him, her small hands grasping at nothing, the muscles in her legs tightening and clenching around his head.

“God - fuck - yes,” she babbled. “Yes, Keith, fuck.” Groaning loudly, Keith worked at her furiously, his jaw aching beautifully, his wrist borderline cramped, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to, not when Pidge was sobbing out above him, when her fluids were sliding down his arm to drip from his elbow. The filthy, sodden noises coming from her cunt began to grow - they doubled, tripled until it sounded like he was was splashing in a tub of water. Pidge made a different noise, sounding nearly alarmed and confused for a brief moment before she cried out again, devastated by another orgasm.

Clear fluid burst from her cunt when Keith’s fingers withdrew; too shocked to stop, he pressed them back in and when he drew them back again, more fluid cascaded out of her, arcing over his fingers. He dipped his mouth back down to her, groaning, his eyelids shutting as jets of fluid spouted from her cunt and splashed across his face. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and with each pulse of her come on his face, each flutter of her inner walls around his fingers, his cock throbbed in his pants. His hips oscillated, thrusting against nothing. Pidge cried out, her voice hoarse and cracked, and another wave of come poured from her cunt like holy water over a sinner. Keith caught it in his mouth with a vulgar, sordid groan. He swallowed quickly and that incredible, clear nectar might as well have been liquid fire. Every pleasure receptor in his body lit up like she’d struck him with her bayard, and he cursed as she squirted on him again. He groaned loudly, his own hips thrusting, his cock pulsing and suddenly he was coming, untouched in his jeans. His thrusting fingers faltered as his abdomen clenched, and he sucked on her clit desperately.

The last weak spurt of her fluids trickled down his arm, and she whimpered, her legs trembling violently on his shoulders. His breath came in harsh, ragged pants, and he nuzzled against her inner thigh, smiling tiredly. Keith crawled up her body when he finally figured out how to use the muscles in his legs again. He hovered over her, looking upon her face and falling in love all over again. Her brown eyes were hazy and unfocused, her hair was tangled and wilder than ever from thrashing. Her face and neck were flushed, and if he pulled his shirt down, he’d find her chest splotched with red as well. Her lips were swollen from having bitten them, dry from her panting and screaming. He licked his lips and then covered her mouth with his own, kissing her sweetly and letting her taste herself on his tongue. Pidge kissed him lazily, one hand fumbling down to cup his cock. She smirked against his lips when she felt him soft and damp, and he pulled back, flushed and pouting.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, sparky,” she murmured huskily. She grasped his head and kissed him again, surprising him again by finding the strength in her legs to wrap them around his waist, grinding her sodden core into the damp spot on his pants. Keith groaned into her mouth, cradling her face with his still wet hand. He felt his cock stirring again, and his mouth quirked upward in a smirk. Pidge dug her fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp with blunt nails. She loosened her legs around him and pulled back from the kiss, delight flickering in her eyes once again.

“Back to work, smart mouth.”

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pearsonclaire1995 · 4 years ago

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mysidewriting · 8 years ago

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Through the Storm

Note: I coded through this chapter super fast and barely read through it (not feeling so great, way too long of a week[lol jk i mean semester]) so if you see any nasty mistakes either with formatting or wording or whatever else - please let me know! I would really appreciate it! c:

From the start–>Previous chapter

Chapter Eight

Gladion had taken it upon himself to find out more about the charizard attacks. Saying he had the time and resources to take on a personal project. I felt a little better about the whole ordeal knowing that he was looking into it.

I’d taken a couple recovery days after the traumatic experience to let my mind and nerves settle out before I really got down to my tasks in Johto. I spent a lot of time on the hard motel bed with my Pokémon surrounding me and talking to various people over the phone.

Lillie had asked me to stay longer, she didn’t think I was ready to go on to a new region alone after seeing something so horrible. But the tickets taking me to new regions were prepaid and predetermined so I had to use them. I would otherwise have to spend extra money and I had no interest in wasting anything. So instead we just spent plenty of time on the phone talking things out.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it though, I was glad to leave Kanto after that. I had a feeling that staying around would only make me feel worse and more stressed. I had so much more stuff to do and focus on in Johto now that I could get over things much easier than I would have in Kanto.

My, what I liked to call, first steps into the region were in Goldenrod city. One of the largest towns in Johto. It wasn’t as crowded as Celadon but had a similar vibe. I once again found myself not loving or hating it but I certainly didn’t want to stay at the motel any longer.

I wandered aimlessly in the area around Goldenrod, getting an idea of what type of Pokémon resided in the grass. A lot of the creatures I happened upon were totally foreign and new to me. I wasn’t due for working with the professor for a week and the amount of time between here and then was intimidating. Aside from meeting and catching new Pokémon, I wasn’t sure what to do.

The champion of this region, Gold, was much busier and more elusive than Red had been. I doubted I’d even see the man unless I absolutely had too. It was disappointing to think that I wouldn’t meet him as it likely meant I wouldn’t meet all that many people in this region in general.

After exploring both north and south of Goldenrod I returned to the motel and grabbed a map of the region from the front desk as well as one of those cheesy tour guide pamphlets. I’d stay one more night in this town before finding somewhere else to go. Back in the room I flopped onto that hard bed and called my mom. She barely picked up in time and was surprise to hear it was me calling. I told her I was in Johto now and wasn’t sure what to do with my time. She laughed at that.

“Are you kidding, hon? There’s so much to do in Johto! Go explore! Learn about the history! It’s beautiful there.” She claimed.

She told me some places to visit, including Ecrueteak City, The Ruins of Alph, Lake of Rage, and Ilex Forest. She recommended I bring a camera with me and begged I showed her pictures. She had apparently went to hangout in Johto very frequently when she was younger. She thought Kanto was the boring place… it made sense that she would think so, the reason I enjoyed myself so much there was because of Lillie, Red, and Green - not anything to do with the actual region.

I asked about Dad and she sounded frustrated as she explained the divorce progress had slowed exponentially. Dad wouldn’t do anything about the paperwork so she was trying her best to get things moving on his side. I apologized and wished her the best, she claimed she still wasn’t upset and thought she never really would be as upset as she thought. It’s not like it was bad to be so positive and strong in the situation, just strange.

She had to go after another twenty minutes of just chatting about random things together. We made a quick promise with each other to talk more frequently now that I wasn’t constantly with friends and I was happy to think I’d talk with her more.

Between the shit I’d seen last night, the fact that my parents were divorcing, and that I was now away from all my friends for 5 months straight, I was surprised I hadn’t broken down yet. I flipped onto my back and stared up at the popcorn textured ceiling, trying to continue staying calm as the weight of my stressors crashed on top of me. My eyes filled with tears and I blinked them away, repeating this process until Kai and Null popped out of their balls and poked and prodded at me until I moved.

I laughed as the two Pokémon hopped between each other and nipped and yanked on my clothes until I was on my feet. Null’s cold metal mask pressed against my back as it shoved me towards the door again, I yelped and attempted to stop before I was forced out into the hallway. My own struggle did not work though, as the two beasts cooperated to get me back out into the city.

Night had fallen, a full moon arching high into the starless sky. I stared up at the celestial giant, thinking of Cecil who I had sent to the pokepelago with my other new friends from Kanto. Null and Kai stood on either side of me, gaze up to the sky as well. I sucked in a deep breath of the night air, clouded by the smell of the town. I headed towards the south, waving for my two Pokémon to follow after me as I worked my way out of the city.

Just south of Goldenrod was a daycare for Pokémon. An old couple was outside watering plants around the yard, a small group of mareep bounded around the two calling out their sweet cries. I smiled as I watched the old couple giggle and play with the electric Pokémon. Kai was running up and down the fence, making whimpering noises, clearly interested in playing as well.

I had her continue to follow after me as I walked down further along the path, gaze out on the water bordering the trail. The moon reflected beautifully across the rippling surface, a distorted mirror of the real image. Johto had to be known for its scenery, it felt like I was walking through a painting.

I pulled out my phone and started snapping pictures with my mother in mind. There was just enough light from the moon that most images came out beautifully lit with a perfect contrast of shadow. I focused a lot of effort into taking high quality pictures. I could make a scrapbook for mom out of these if I get enough good shots around the region. I grinned at the thought, that was something to fill my time before meeting professor Elm next week.

The trail became heavily wooded as I continued. Tall pines and oaks stretched towards the black sky, their leaves shaking in the gentle rolling breeze that blew off the water nearby. A sign thickly covered in moss told me I was entering Ilex woods and a pinch of excitement sparked in my heart. This was one the places Mom had told me to visit just a little while ago. I understood why she had been so excited for me to see it, the forest was absolutely gorgeous.

Kai and Null burst through the underbrush, excited to see the towering trees as well. There was nothing like this back in Alola, the closest to it being a rainforest, so it had to be absolutely stunning to them. I was thankful I’d decided to bring the two along and felt slightly remorseful for not bringing everyone with. Nimbus, my Decidueye would freak out if he saw all this vegetation.

The deeper I went the less the moon broke through the tree tops. Yet it didn’t grow any darker in the woods. Small spores floated through the air, reflecting their own bioluminescent light onto the dark trunks of the trees. Kai attempted to catch the floating specks in her mouth but Null stopped her, likely aware of the poisonous properties that could be found in the spores. I told both of them to be careful and try to not disturb any sleeping Pokémon and I attempted to frame a picture of the gravel path twisting though the magical looking woods.

A ruckus of shouts and chatters erupted from the bushes next to me. I span fast and was surprised to see neither of my Pokémon purposefully disobeying my orders. Null and Kai stood behind me, attention locked on the bush as well.

Suddenly about ten eevee exploded from the leafage, young ones - babies. They scattered around me and charged deeper into the woods with loud squeaks of fear. Overhead I heard heavy flaps of wings and a ‘hoo’ very similar to Nimbus’s cry. A darker shadow in the shape of a bird flew off in the same direction as the eevee, clasped in its shadowed claws was another small, silver creature.

“Kai! Stop that Pokémon!” I shouted, quickly jumping to my feet and chasing after the fleeing bird and eevee. Null and Kai’s paws pounded behind me as I ran, Kai jumped at my back and used that extra height to jump further upwards towards the bird. Her jaws clamped around the beasts talon, the one not holding its prey, and a spine chilling screech shattered my ear drums.

Kai fell back towards the ground, somehow managing to land on its paws effortlessly. The silver creature flew out of the bird’s grasp and plummeted towards the ground, its captor suddenly changing direction and fleeing the woods quickly. I rushed to catch the falling critter and it landed safely in my arms. A tiny pile of silver and white fur curled up against my chest, a long ear twitching and its small body trembling.

Kai limped towards me and I realized that her fall hadn’t been so graceful and effortless as her paw was injured. Yet the Pokémon sat at my feet and sniffed curiously at the baby cradled in my arms. I pat her head, careful to not drop the Pokémon I was holding. “Thank you, Kai. Let’s get you to a Pokémon center asap.”

She grumbled reassuringly and her ears twitched. Looking towards the path as a few of the startled eevee returned, wide brown eyes staring up at me. One of them, slightly larger than the others cooed and the bundle of fur in my arms stirred.

It’s head appeared, unfurling from the ball it had curled up in in defense. An eevee? A silver eevee? It made sense that it had been the first to be snapped up, its color was so much brighter than the rest. “Hello there.” I said with a small smirk in direction of the Pokémon. It looked up to me, those gray eyes huge and confused.

“You’re okay now! Kai saved you.” I said, directing my hands so the baby could see my lycanroc. She licked the small eevee after yipping quietly.

Eevee cried out, the sound joyful and adorable. I set the small fox-like baby down on the ground and pat its head, a smile burst across the critters face and I struggled to wave my goodbye. I couldn’t let Kai sit in pain any longer and the other small eevee were already hopping over, excited to see the almost lost one.

So I forced my goodbye and wished the eevee clan good luck before recalling both Kai and Null to their balls and heading towards town once again. I can’t believe that was a shiny! I hope it’s okay, I hope that bird doesn’t come back for it…

The door of the pokecenter dinged and I quickly brought Kai’s ball to the counter for it to heal. I explained what had happened and the nurse nodded, saying it would be about twenty minutes.

She leaned over the counter then, “oh, does your eevee need a rest too?” She questioned and I looked down fast, shocked to see the eevee standing near my feet. Its gaze locked on mine with an eager smile.

I grinned. “Do you want to come with me, eevee?”

It hopped in place. Of course it wanted to come with me, wasn’t that how all stories like this ended? Someone saves the struggling Pokémon and it decided last minute that it didn’t want to go back home after being saved. I offered up a pokeball and the eevee willingly went in, putting up no fight against the capture.

“Yes.” I told the nurse, “I’d like to have my eevee healed.”

Clearly the answer to why Hau kept calling me would come if I actually picked up the phone. But I had no interest in hearing his overly energetic voice while I was in the middle of work. Yet no matter how many times I forced his call to go to voicemail, my phone kept ringing. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and I ran back to my room to drop the thing on my desk.

Whatever the hell it is, it can wait.

Back at the conservation deck one of the employees was trying to feed a stubborn stufful that struggled to eat by it’s self. It’d been abandoned by its mother for having a deformed ear, or so we supposed, and couldn’t eat unless it was hand fed a certain way. After watching the failed attempts of the man I offered to take over and he gave it up fairly easily. The stufful had no issues with me for some reason and the food was gone within a few minutes. I brought the stufful back to its little dug out on the opposite side of the deck and let it down next to another Pokémon of the same species.

“You must have a magic touch, sir. I’ve never been able to get that guy to eat.”

I glanced at the employee who had spoken and simply shrugged in response, “there’s a trick to it.” I muttered and gave the man a quick nod before moving onto the bigger issues.

Some of the researches who had worked on the mareanie population project were testing their hypothesis on regrowth. Wild Pokémon we’re currently residing in the biggest pool on the floor and required a lot of special attention to assure their and the faculties safety. I hovered near the edge of the pool, watching the strange aquatic creatures react to the stimuli the researchers provided.

I couldn’t focus on anything beyond these simple tasks. There were far more important things I could have been doing with my required hours on the deck, like restoring the damaged areas from the most recent turtonator incident… or testing new diets for the sick pokemon in the quarantine section. But all those tasks would call for actual focus and thought which was something I couldn’t put into work at the moment.

My mind was stuck in thoughts about my own project. Trying to figure out who and why someone was sending these charizards to attack champions. Tracking what patterns there were in the research to figure out if Moon or the champion of Johto were in trouble next. There was barely any information available, I would have to call police departments and possibly the already attacked champions in order to pull more out of what I had. That would have been a far more useful way to spend my time than just standing near a pool of wild Pokémon to prevent safety issues.

One of the mareanie floated over near the edge I stood by, its lazy yellow eyes peering up at me from below the clear water. I stared back at it, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to think of a way to get that Sinnoh woman’s contact information. Its small toothy grin grew as it watched me and I cringed, I really didn’t like the look of these Pokémon. They reminded me of team skull for some reason, specifically of Plumeria.

In fact, one of the grunts who couldn’t seem to leave me alone even after two years had said she had a toxapex now… that had to have been why I was unconsciously relating the two.

“President Gladion.” I glanced over my shoulder to see one of the receptionists standing on the walkway and waiting patiently for me. I nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Someone is here to see you.”

Who the hell…?

My arms crossed my chest and I looked away. “Tell them I’m busy.” I stated flatly.

“I tried that already, sir. He refuses to leave until he sees you.” She replied, her tone of voice giving away her stress.

My face scrunched, “who is it?” I couldn’t think of anyone who needed to see me that urgently right now.

“Please just come with me, sir.” She said, and turned to head towards the elevator.

I hopped back up onto the walkway and quickly followed after her, fumbling to take off my lab coat and hang it up before riding the elevator down with the receptionist.

A primarina and alolan raichu were in the middle of the entranceway, both suited for battle. I understood why the woman had been so urgent and stressed to bring me down, though my annoyance to see those specific Pokémon here was extreme. I slowly approached the familiar beasts, hands stuffed in my jeans pockets.

“Hau, what the hell are you doing.” I snapped, shooting him a glare as he appeared from behind his primarina.

The guy’s hair was a mess, down from its normal ponytail and more frazzled than the expression on his face. It looked like he’d ran all the way here even though that wasn’t possible considering Aether was just an over glorified boat.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls!” He shouted in response, his arms flailing in exasperation. “I need your help with something!”

“This isn’t the way to ask for my help, Hau.” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest. “Put your pokemon away and stop scaring the shit out of my employees.”

He groaned, over animated as always as he recalled both his Pokémon to their respective balls. Now that there wasn’t a barrier of battle ready beasts between us he quickly closed the distance and grabbed my arms attempting to yank me towards the exit.

I pulled my arms away, taking a few steps back. “What do you need, Hau? Use your damn words.” I rooted my feet.

His eyes rolled, “We don’t have time!” He whined, groaning again as I didn’t move. “It has to do with Moon, there! Now will you come with me already?”

My face fell, what could he mean… Moon is in Johto… I swore. Or he’s just saying shit to get me to come with him… What did it even matter, there was no point in risking it. “Let me go get Silvally. Then we can go.”

“Thank you!” He shouted as I quickly went to grab my Pokémon.

Hau brought me to Melemele island, shoring near professor Kukui’s ramshackle of a lab. He gave me no chance to ask what was going on and charged quickly towards a small house resting farther off the coast. My eyes rolled as I followed after him, purposefully moving much slower in order to make the anxious kid wait a bit longer. The closer I got, though, the louder a distinctly and cringe worthy familiar voice was audible to me.

I nearly turned tides and hiked it back to Aether when I saw the man standing near the house Hau had ran too. Tall and swimming in oversized clothes, a messy top of white hair and a red x taped across the old skull logo on the back of the man’s sweater. Hau yelled after me as I started heading down the path to the city and I cringed as Guzma echoed Hau’s call.

“Boy, is that really you?” Guzma said with a sly grin as I approached the two, a scowl across my own face.

The last person I wanted to see after ditching skull was the man who had started it himself. He’d never been personally rude to me but there were so many negative memories and thoughts that lingered around his crazed face.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and refused to make direct eye contact with him. He chuckled, “Wow, look how much older ya are, kid. Finally got that mop of yours styled, eh?”

“Why did you bring me here, Hau?” I hissed towards him, feeling no guilt about directing the excess irritation his way.

Hau bounced in place, his face contorted in worry. “He won’t leave.” He stage whispered.

“What?” I snapped

Guzma exploded into laughter and both Hau and I jumped back in surprise. A loud bang cut the chortle short and all three of us turned to look at the woman who had stepped out onto the porch. Her eyes were bagged and the creases in her skin gave away not only her age but also the stress she was undergoing.

Something about her was painstakingly familiar but I just couldn’t place why I felt that way. I knew I’d never seen the woman in my life and I didn’t leave Aether frequently enough for it to be due to just general proximity to each other. The name was resting on the tip of my tongue but I just couldn’t figure it out.

Suddenly the front of my shirt was clenched in Guzma’s shaking fist, his face inches from mine as he spat at me, “Where’s that bitch of a mother of yours at, kid? I have a couple words to speak at 'er.”

I shoved the man, stumbling as he released me and pushed me back as well. I conspicuously released Silvally, the beast appearing behind me and roaring upon seeing Guzma. “You have no business with Lusamine, Guzma.” I snapped at him, readying myself as the man reached for his own pokeballs.

“Oh believe me, I do.” He retorted, his voice oddly calm.

“Stop!” The woman on the porch shouted. I froze, the muscles in my body locking as it finally clicked in my head who this person was. Shit, she’s going to hate me. “Enough about bitchy mothers. Guzma, you need to leave my property before I call the police.”

Hau started bouncing in place again, he grabbed my shoulder and if I hadn’t been under the gaze of this woman specifically I probably would have slapped him away. “I’m so sorry, Auntie! I tried to get him to leave before, and then I got Gladion thinking that would work… but it’s not working.” Auntie? Seriously?

“This isn’t your fault, Hau.” The woman stepped down the porch steps, now on equal ground I was surprised to see how short she was. Apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree then. “I know your mom too, Guzma, and I know she’s waiting anxiously for you to go see her.”

He scoffed in response. “You don’t know anythin’ about my home life, chick. I just need you to understand the bullshit your daughter put me through.”

His hand rose and I motioned for Silvally to pin the man to the ground before his muscles could even receive the impulse to strike the woman. Now, splayed across the ground under the weight of my seven foot friend, he looked far less intimidating. I bared over him, a steady glare on his shocked face.

“Leave and do not come back to this house.” I snapped, silvally hung its head closer to Guzma, a growl rumbling from its chest and it’s cheek plate glowing red as fire built up inside its mouth. “Never ever come back here.”

Guzma stared at the beast looking over him, actually scared for his life. His gaze met mine. “Damn kid, when did your balls drop?”

He left, head hanging low in embarrassment as he did so. After his figure had retreated far beyond the horizon I released a heavy breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The tension in my arms and legs slowly dispersing as I looked to the now giddy Hau repeatedly thanking me for taking care of that mess.

My eyes narrowed as I spoke up, trying to keep my voice at a volume so only he could hear me. “Don’t involve me with any other ex-skulls. I already have enough to deal with.”

His head cocked to the side, strikingly similar to a growlithe. “But you’re an ex-skull too.”

My eyes rolled and I nearly retorted that my situation was far different than any of the other former team members, but the owner of the house cut me off. “Thank you, both of you.” She said, “He’s been rather bothersome lately.”

Hau grinned, “No problem at all, Ms. Hillel.”

I fumbled over my words, way too worried about striking a decent impression on Moon’s mother than I should have been. “Anytime.” Shit, why would you say that? It makes it sound like it’ll happen again!

She turned to me and held out a hand, “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name!”

I shook her hand, the acids in my stomach churning and swishing around in nerves. “I’m Gladion, current head of the Aether Foundation.”

“Oh!” She called, throwing a hand up in the air. “I know you then, Moon has told me plenty about you!”

That stomach acid was suddenly in my throat and I struggled to swallow it down. Hau snickered quietly next to me and I figured he was laughing at the color rising to my cheeks. “D-did she?” Why are you stuttering, idiot.

“Yes, of course!” A smile broke out across her face. Her posture shifted and suddenly she was inviting both Hau and I inside for a drink. Hau rushed in, clearly unfazed.

I probably would have denied the offer if he hadn’t already accepted it for both of us. Moon’s mom walked into the house and I followed behind slowly, nerves making every step feel like an earthquake as I entered the doorway.

Quaint was the only way I could describe the still new looking house. A lot of effort had been put into making the building feel like a home, plants stood in almost every corner and piles of blankets mounded on the couches in the living room. A collage of framed family pictures hung on the far wall of the room and I desperately wanted to go look, but I felt intrusive just wandering Moon’s house - even if her mother had invited me in. A plump Kantonian meowth was sprawled across the back of one of the couches and watched lazily, stretching and yawning, as I walked by. Everything about the place just felt warm, it was such a nice vibe. Something I’ve never felt.

Hau had disappeared down the one hallway in the house and it seemed Moon’s mom was bringing me that way as well. It was the first time ever that I felt envious of Hau… he felt so welcome in this house that he had abandoned all manners… not that he ever had any… he was just so comfortable, clearly had been here many many times.

The kitchen that I was led to was charming, well-used despite that the house had only stood for two years. The air was rich with the scent of sweets and home cooked meals. The wooden counter top dented and stained from many uses. Hau was seated at that countertop, pouring himself a glass of lemonade and humming.

Moon’s mother handed me a glass. “Would you like lemonade? Or something else?” She asked with an overtly kind smile on her face.

“Lemonade is fine.” I said with a forced smile back to her, hoping that it didn’t look to fake or dishonest. I let Hau fill up the glass and took a seat at the counter as well, feeling like a magikarp out of water in the middle of the room.

There was a stack of photos on the counter and I could just barely see that the top picture was of Moon. I so desperately wanted to leaf through the pictures but couldn’t bring myself to do anything other than move the cup of lemonade to my lips and back down.

Hau must have noticed them at the same time I did as he was suddenly boasting to the woman pulling out a cookie jar. “Are those pictures of Moon?! Can I see?”

“Those are photos from Oak actually!” She sat on the other side of the counter, snaking on a chocolate chip cookie. “I guess he took and collected some pictures of her while she was in Kanto and sent those to me! So sweet. Feel free to look through them!” She pushed the jar of homemade cookies our way. Hau dug his hand in and took out three cookies.

He half whispered to me, “these are the best cookies.”

My jaw clenched and I pulled one out for myself, figuring it was only polite to accept the offer. Shit these are good. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a homemade cookie… at least not one this good. There were a few lame attempts at cookie baking by the skull grunts but those always came out black and brick like at the best.

Hau placed the pictures between us, flipping through varying shots of Moon grinning at the camera. One specific picture resulted in Hau letting out a loud 'whoa!’ and Moon’s mom grinning.

The picture was framed behind Moon, her hood pulled up and hiding her face. She was on the back of a lapras and spread in front of her was a huge blue bird. The articuno she had been talking about a week or so ago.

“Isn’t that an awesome shot?” Ms. Hillel said, “I guess Lillie took that one.”

Hau’s eyes lit up, his already beaming smile somehow growing larger at the mention of my younger sister. “Lillie is so good with cameras!”

I continued flipping through, covering the grin that spread across my mouth as I saw another picture of Moon in those ice caves, she was standing with Lillie and both were making stupid faces towards the camera. I was just happy to see Moon still using my old beat up sweater, after two years of her trying to give it back.

Hau stayed at Moon’s mother’s house for another hour and a half and I stuck around with him if only because I didn’t want to be rude. I busied myself with inspecting the Kantonian meowth and trying to keep up with conversations between the two people in the house.

Eventually we left and both Hau and I walked through Hau'oli City to the marina. The sun was falling and I felt horrible for missing out on work for most of the day. I’d be lucky to get even forty minutes of sleep tonight with the amount of work I’d have to make up. I rubbed at my eyes, internally cringing at the thought of staying up long enough to see the sun rise. The only bright side was that I could maybe talk with Moon again, it’d been a few days and when we did talk it was short and quick… business related and nothing beyond.

Hau’s elbow was suddenly in my ribs and I flinched, putting more space between the two of us and shooting him a glare.

“Moon’s mom is pretty cool, isn’t she? I love hanging out with her!” He said, grinning.

I only nodded in response, not wanting to facilitate the conversation. As much as I hated the idea of going back to Aether for work, it was far superior to being alone with the human ball of energy. I could handle him in a group setting, or through text or call when necessary, but anything beyond that was just a bit too much for me.

“Have you talked to Moon, recently? I haven’t heard from her…” He looked down, “but I guess I haven’t reached out to her recently so that’s probably why.”

“Yes, I’ve talked to her. I’m sure she’ll be responsive if you message her.” I muttered, stuffing my hands in my pockets. Why even answer that question?

“What about Lillie? Have you talked to her?” Hau prodded.

I sighed, “Infrequently, yes.”

“We talk every day.” He said, gaze to the sky and his arms folded behind his head. “I hope you don’t mind if I date your sister.”

I stopped. “What?”

Hau’s grin turned nervous, “I have a thing for Lillie and I think I’m going to ask her out soon!”

My eyes rolled, “okay, great for you.”

“That’s all you have to say to that? 'Great for you’?” He huffed, “can’t you like… approve it?”

I grimaced and turned to face him, my arms crossing my chest. “First, asking for 'approval’ is a marriage thing and I’m not her dad. Second, how do you even know she’d date you anyway?”

He flinched as I spoke but retaliated fairly quickly, “I think she likes me back!” His confidence was surprising.

I hesitated, still not sure exactly what he wanted from me. So I shrugged and just said, “Go ahead and date my sister. You’re not total shit so I don’t care.”

He blanked, clearly confused by my choice of words. While he was stunned I gave him a curt nod and turned heel towards the marina, ready to be back at Aether already. I can’t imagine those two actually dating, but I guess I haven’t actually talked to Lillie for a while. She could be head over heels for Hau and I wouldn’t know anything about it. Maybe it was time to attempt to make amends with Lillie. Whatever it was that was still bothering her… whether it be stuff with mom, or anything else. I was kind of tired of the bickering.

She couldn’t be that mad if she was still talking to me though, and calling me stupid names…

Hau shouted my name and caught up with me, I sighed. “What now? I need to get back to work.” I snapped as I span to face him.

“Did you ask Moon out yet? She’s like my cousin you know, so I approve of it!” He beamed at me.

I stared blankly at him, grateful that my face wasn’t growing red from his question. I considered responding… but just turned and left instead. What I do and when I do it is none of his business anyway.

Work had me glued to my desk until around 3 am and even after that I tried to factor in time for the champion attack research. I was hitting nothing but walls with that and would need to actually make calls soon if I planned on making progress.

I let my head drop to the desk, the single moment of rest enough for my exhausted eyes to droop and the wave of sleep start to yank my consciousness away. The cold wooden desk was uncomfortable but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I struggled to remember the last time I’d slept in my own bed. I’d spent the last two weeks’ worth of nights on the couch in the office - sleeping long enough to function for at least half the day. My phone, resting on the edge of the desk and charging, started vibrating. The sound of it amplified against the hardwood that my ear was also resting on. I flinched and sat upright with a groan, reaching for the shaking plastic.

“Oy.” I grumbled as I answered the call, fighting back the yawn that was pushing up my throat.

“Goodnight!” Moon’s giggle over the line brought some energy into me. “You sound half asleep… go rest, dork.” I grinned, glad she had called out of nowhere.

“Nah, I can sleep when I’m dead.” I intended to joke but my voice was far to steady for it to sound like a joke.

“Stop. How are you supposed to be the president of a huge environmental organization if you don’t even get good sleep?” She asked.

“Well clearly exactly the way I’m doing it now. Considering Aether is fine.” I replied, resting my head back on the desk and letting my eyes close.

“But are you fine?”

I scoffed, “same as always, Moon.” Fine, fine, fine.

“I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself.” She said with a heavy sigh, “you’ll get sick or something.”

“If I went to bed at a decent time I wouldn’t be talking to you right now, or hardly ever.” The overhead lights flicked on, startling me and making my bagged eyes burn with the sudden flash of brightness. I glanced to the doorway to see Wicke.

I held up a finger, signaling for her to wait. Then pointing to my phone. “Aw do you stay up just to talk to me?” Moon’s voice was oozing sarcasm, she knew I stayed up for work. But she’s not entirely wrong. I was always hoping to get a chance to hear her voice when I was up this late.

“Maybe that’s part of it.” I said, surprised I could hint at anything without wimping out.

I met Wicke’s gaze as Moon suddenly went silent on the other end. Cocking an eyebrow to encourage the woman to talk.

“Oh, sir, I’m sorry to interrupt. I wanted to inform you about the current progress reports and suggestions, but we can hold them off until tomorrow if you so please.” She said, eyes switching to look at the phone against my ear and a small smile appearing on her face.

Progress reports… that’d take an hour and a half to go through at the least. I had plenty stacked on my plate for the next day already, meaning that would likely be shoved off until later in the night tomorrow as well… forcing another long and grueling day… but I didn’t want to hang up on Moon, I wanted to actually talk with her tonight. A frown depend across my face, but that needs to get done and sent back asap.

“Did I tell you about my new Pokémon?” Moon’s voice said over the speaker near my ear. “I can’t remember if I did.”

My gaze hit the floor. “We’ll do it tomorrow.” Wicke said with a reassuring smile and an understanding wink. “Have a good night, sir.”

I was thankful she made the decision herself. “Thanks, Wicke.” I replied with a smirk as she ducked back out of the room. The lights stayed on but I didn’t much mind, it provoked me to actually go to my own room. “No you didn’t tell me about your new Pokémon.” I replied to Moon, stretching my free hand over my head until my shoulder cracked.

Moon talked about her little adventures in Johto so far, going on without needing much input from me. I spaced out more than I would like to admit but her voice, rising and falling with the emotions and reactions to her own stories, was so soothing to me. I eventually wandered back to my room, the small space feeling foreign after so many days away from it. Silvally had somehow made its way into the room and was sleeping in the corner. It’s large body squished between the wall and dresser and the position looked so awkward and uncomfortable that it made me laugh. Moon, startled to hear the noise, begged for a picture once I explained the beast’s unappealing choice for a sleeping spot.

I’d made the mistake of laying on my bed while we were still talking. The feeling of the soft mattress and the kinks in my neck and spine evening out made it hard to focus on Moon. She kept calling my name, bringing me back from the first stage of sleep repeatedly.

“Gladion!” She called again with an underlying laugh that struck me as slightly annoyed.

“Hmm, sorry.” I muttered, I sat up a bit hoping it would clear the sticky webs of sleep from my head.

“Sleep already, dork. We can talk next time your free.” My tired mind formed an image of her smiling as she said that, her ocean blue eyes rolling. I wasn’t sure why everyone was using strange terms in reference to me… Lilly with bub and Hau with… Arceus, I don’t even want to think about it… It was aggravating. Moon, though, calling me a dork whenever I did something she didn’t approve of… just the way she said it every time made my heart pick up pace just a little bit and caused a small grin to twist my lips.

“So tomorrow at four in the morning?” I forced a laugh, the sound breathy.

“Or when you take a break at work or something!” She sighed, “You know, I don’t understand why you’re so so busy with work all of a sudden. Before I left for my trip you had plenty of time to do things and talk almost whenever.”

“I took on more jobs. That’s why.”

“So what, you wrote yourself onto so many more experiments that you’re working yourself to the bone? It’s not healthy!” She sighed, “You need to stop with some of them.”

“I’m not signing off research projects. The whole team would be upset to see the president of Aether giving up on them.” I said through a yawn.

“You won’t be of any help if you end up sick though!” She said, sounding exasperated. I was surprised to hear her so upset about it. She’d said something about my lack of sleep and completely shot sleeping schedule almost every time we talked lately, but I didn’t think much about it… other than that it was sweet she was worrying about something so trivial.

“Why are you so worried about my sleep?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Do I need to say it again? Didn’t I just tell you like two weeks ago?” She said, her words causing even more confusion.

“What? You never told me why…?”

“Because I care about you! I don’t want you working yourself to death or sick.” She said, her voice almost a shout. “Please try to get more sleep, even if it means we can’t talk for a while. Finish your infinitive amount of projects and sleep like a normal person again.”

I flushed, rubbing my warm cheeks as I formed my response to her. She did say that over text, after bombarding me with questions over getting drunk. It took a moment of me regaining my composure to actually speak, “The extra work fills the time until I can talk to you. It’s fine. I’ll figure out sleep at some point.”

She paused for a moment too. The acids in my stomach were churning and bubbling, she’s going to figure out how I feel about her if I keep dropping hints like this. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to know yet… “Is that really how you see it?” She barely rose above a whisper.

“It is.” I muttered.

I waited for her to question why it was so important we talked. Waited for her to ask why I took on extra work just to fill my time. I waited for any sign of her understanding what was going on in my head and heart for the past year and a half, but she said nothing. I felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment over her not acknowledging those things. “Ok… well please plan some time for you too, Gladion. Time to rest.”

“I’ll try.” I laid back down, letting my eyes close.

“I have to go check on the eggs in Elm’s lab before I can go to bed. So I’m going to go do that now.” She muttered, sounding distracted - like her mind was focused on things other than what was coming out of her mouth. “Goodnight, Gladion.”

“Goodnight, Moon.” I muttered just before she ended the call. The length of time I was on the line flashed on my screen momentarily - well over an hour. I shoved the device onto the side table and pulled the lamp’s light out.

She’s going to figure it out. She has too…

Note: So I hope the length makes up for the fact that most of this chapter is just 'almost filler’/some fluff. Everything here matters, it just isnt AS important as other things. Oops~ Anyway, hope you enjoy! Thanks as always c:

#gladion x moon #gladion #gladion fanfic #lonashipping #mahinashipping #pokemon #romance #adventure #Hau x Lillie #through the storm #through the storm chapter eight

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